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RUBYCLAN MEMBERS
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King Monotonous || Cheap-Carny-Ride
Novice: Ashpaw ;; Mate: None? ;; Kits: None?
Sure, a plain, dark-grey pelt could be boring. Monotonous, if you wish to call it that. That 's the only way to describe Monotonousfur's pelt. There wasn't one spot of a different color. He makes sure that his short fur is well-groomed. Those eyes, however, were two brilliant pools of liquid fire. Around the edges, they were a bright yellow color, gradually getting darker until that color reached the center, which was a pretty, bright orange. Monotonousfur's nose is dark grey in color and almost perfectly blends in with that ash-colored pelt of his. His thin, elongated whiskers branch out in all directions. Some twist up, while others droop towards the ground. He has a muscular build and his body is long. Despite his name, Monotonousfur has a bright and vibrant personality. He enjoys talking to others, and doesn't mind helping out a fellow clan mate. The tom thinks selflessly when it comes to others. He'd gladly give up some sleep or food if it meant making someone else happy. But don't let that fool you. Though he might say it politely, Monotonousfur can be assertive if he has to be. No way would he let some other cat push him around! Undoubtedly loyal is a great way to describe this cat, also. He would die for his clan, no matter how painful it might be. Determination has gotten him far in the past. If he sets a goal, you'd better believe that he'll do everything in his power to complete the challenge, no matter how insignificant or grueling it may be. His history isn't dull at all. It is, in fact, the complete opposite! He was born with only one littermate, a calico she-cat. Their mother was killed by invading dogs soon after their birth, and they were taken in by another Tatawanna. When they became Novices, his sister ran off for unknown reasons. He's never heard from her since, but thinks about her every day and refuses to stop searching for her.
Crusader Sapphiresky || Sapphysky
Novice: None ;; Mate: None ;; Kits: None
Cunning, sharp, ambitious. Delicate, long streaks of light grey fur run along her back. Electrifying ice blue eyes, with a striking gleam to them. Prowling, watching your every move as she decides what to do next. With a long, sleek, stealthy body, she allows herself to easily fight in battle. A short temper, hostile, even unfriendly at times. But you can't forget the non existent loyalty that shines in her gaze. The way she will stand up for a friend, or what she thinks is right. Completely fearless, with no regards to anything. Sapphiresky is truly an irresistible she cat, with sometimes a disapproving glance, or a look that can lull you towards her. With a generally outgoing personality, Sapphiresky tends to end up as the leader in a clique, you'll never find her following. Although it may seem, her pride will never over come her loyalty to clan mates. But, be weary of her presence. Sapphiresky has mood swings, which can change with so much as a word from someone else. When will she snap? That's for you to decide. Through all of the nasty looks Sapphiresky gives, she is a trustworthy cat. A great friend, that will remain beside you until the end. Not completely being strict, or anything close to that, she demands respect. Especially for her closest friends. Don't let her fool you, for the true cat she is inside goes to show what a generally nice person she can be. Will you be shown the nice side, or the cruel side? Watch your tongue, and you can decide.
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Herbalist Blackherb || Rped by Tempestfrost
Doesn't seem like many cats like her name, does it? Perhaps not. But does this she-cat care? Barely. Blackherb is a jet black she-cat, as you could imagine. I warn you though, her personality is sparking. She is always dark, always the anti-social one. Does that mean she doesn't care about anyone in her clan, and won't bother to heal anyone? No. Never. Not in a million years. Blackherb loves her clan to death, and she would sacrifice her life for her clan. Blackherb is very advanced in knowlage when it comes to herbology. Her mind works much like a computer. It is always working. She constantly is working her brain to the max, thinking of new ways to help herself, her clanmates, and the world around her. But like any other cat, Blackherb has her many flaws. Her biggest flaw? Second-guessing. This she-cat is /always/ second-guessing herself. She could simply be desciding what to eat, a rabbit or a mouse, and she would sit there for hours, simply consulting whether to eat a rabbit or a mouse. One of Blackherb's other flaws is her un-selfishness. She hardly ever thinks about herself. Its always about the others. She could go days, not eating. And a couple days later, it would take her even longer to realize she was hungry! But, when she is hungry, she eats. And eats. But as long as she's using her brain muscles, she'll never get fat from eating so much prey. Blackherb has never loved any cat, and she doesn't think she ever will. Thats part of the reason she became a Herbalist. Now, to get to her history. Warning! This story is a long and sad one. So sit down, and prepare to listen. Many moons ago, a small black she-kit was born in a twoleg house. This small black kit was named Death, because of her scrawniness, and her sickly figure. They thought she would die. At least, her mother did. Blackherb lived with her mother, Inny, and her sister, Life. Believe it or not, Blackherb liked living with her family. It was fun. But then, the sickness spread. Blackherb's mother called it The Black Death. One day, Life got the sickness. Life cried herself to sleep everynight. Blackherb couldn't bear watching her sister suffer so. So, Blackherb left for a moon to go find a cure. She would learn the herbs from a medicine cat in the forest, and she would return, and save her sister. Triumph was in Blackherb's favor. She was trained as an apprentice by a rouge, also a former medicine cat. A moon later, she returned to her family. "Mother! I know how to cure it! And apparently, its called whitecough! The worst of all the sicknesses!" Blackherb had called out, as she entered her home. But, there was something wrong. None of the twolegs were home. The house she lived in was completely empty. Blackherb searched the house, and to her surprise, she found a cat sitting in the corner of one of the rooms. "Mother!" Blackherb had breathed, running over to her. Her mother groaned, grunting as she rolled to face Blackherb. "You...You're a scourge. Life is dead. I am next." she hissed, nothing but horror in her eyes as she looked Blackdeath in the eyes, whom was trembling. Her mother continued, "You are no longer Death. You are Blackdeath, to curse you forever, to remind you of your failure. You failed us. You failed us, Blackdeath. You...You failed us..." The she-cat mumbled, and her eyes fluttered shut, and her body fell limp. Blackherb cried, and cried, screaming, "I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to!" But her cries were never answered. There was no one there to save her from her terror. Eventually, Blackherb left the house, and set off to be a rouge. Her herbology skills were mastered after awhile, and she healed cats in every clan, she was pretty much a traveling doctor. But then, she came across Rubyclan. They offered her a job as Herbalist, and it was an offer she couldn't refuse. But of course, she had to change her name from Blackdeath to Blackherb, due to the clan's Heralist rules, which she happily obliged. Ever since that day, she has lived in Rubyclan happily as their faithful Herbalist. Blackherb is forever scarred from her history, though she believes that her clan, and Starclan come first, and she'll eventually get over it. Her mind is scarred, locked, and secure. But in the midst of destroyal, there is always hope.
Herbalist Novice || Tryouts Being held
Try-outs to be held soon.
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The Knights of Nine
Scarflash
Rped by Houndor
Novice: None | Mate: None | Kits: None
A small black tom with a brown underbelly and green eyes. He has a huge scar on his foreleg from when he fell on a rock as a kit. He lost his mother in a fox attack when she was traveling with him to teach him the ways of a loner. Luckily an InfinityClan patrol was near by and chased off the fox, taking the small kit in. He has no known knowledge of his father, but he believes he was a loner like his mother and he was. He doesn't like being around kits because he is afraid of hurting them. He is a hyperactive cat that believes that the code and what the leaders say is law, and will never step outside of those lines. He likes using his speed to get ahead of other cats and loves pulling jokes. He dislikes fighting but will do what he is told. He loves to learn as long as he doesn't have to sit in one place for long.
Lionflame
Rped By: Dappledkit
Novice: Tinypaw | Mate: None | Kits: None
The strong and independent son of Thistlestrike and the late Queen Ashen. His golden brown fur and strong legs give him a refined appearance. He had the chance of being Prince back when he was younger, but he gladly stepped away from that life. Following in his mother's footsteps is not what he wants in life, even though he broods about how everybody has forgotten the sacrifice his mother made and how he would be better as King. He connects better when his father though and actually likes the idea of being a Knight more than being King. Haunting good looks and deep green eyes give this tom a desirable and charming air to him. He is elegant, a knight at heart, and a defender of justice. He has sworn to avenge his mother, and someday he will. Though he knows that the leader of PI that killed his mother is no longer around, he still plots on taking the group on. His mother did not deserve to die.
Fireflow
Rped by Mousely
Novice: Wavepaw | Mate: None | Kits: None
Imagine a canvas hanging on a wall decorated with splashes of color, fiery red, snow white and inky black. Draw the shape of a slender feline with strong shoulders and proud amber eyes. Together they create the image of Fireflow. A tall calico she-cat with a fighters build. The deep ginger tanged with red surrounds most of her muscular form with flicks of black and white mingling in. Nobility surges in her spirit like fire in her blood, endless and unbreakable. Her word is her honor and trust is her bond. If any of these were severed it would mean the end of Fireflow. She is a guarded she-cat after numerous heart breaks, including the father of her first litter. Nonetheless the strength of her being has allowed her to brave the worst of the pain and come through stronger, only less giving. She loves, but showing it is one of her short comings. Fireflow always leaves a lot to be desired, but it doesn't stop her from trying to make it right. She hates being on bad terms with anyone even though it's mostly caused by her unsympathetic exterior. Still the heart of stone bares cracks that allow unwanted emotions to bleed through in rare moments. She'll always be the first to admit she isn't perfect because if it's one thing Fireflow has always been honest. To herself and others. Like a sorrowful song carried on the winds she saddens others without meaning to, but has a hidden beauty matched by the ferocity of red hot flames.
Lilliclaw
Rped by BluestarRocks!
Novice: Crabpaw | Mate: None | Kits: None
A light blue-whitish she-cat with shining snow colored eyes. She's a brave but shy Lady that can smell a rabbit before the rabbit smells her, even if the wind is in the rabbit’s favor. She has two brothers who went in different directions than her, Darkstream, a warrior of PondClan still on the hunt of their father who killed their mother, and Glow, her once-gentle brother whose heart turned as cold as the ice he now lives in when he joined WinterClan. When she was only two seasons old, her name Blizzard, her older brother being three, his name being Tsunami, and her younger brother one, his name being Glow, his father supposedly killed their mother, Nature, for some terrible wrong Tsunami did. Darkstream (Tsunami), her (Blizzard), and Glow (Glow) ran away from their father, trying to get away from the blood-crazed tom they once loved. After a moon of running they went their separate ways, her to RubyClan, Darkstream to PondClan and Glow to WinterClan. Lilliclaw knows where both her siblings are but she never dares to visit them for fear of being found out. She is usually kind to others unless she doesn’t know them, She’s very quick to jump to her own defense and fight back. Lilliclaw may not be the kindest soul, but true love might help her along and unsnare her from the legacy her well-known CrowClan brother has left and continues to leave.
Curiousgaze
Roleplayed by ForestWing
Novice: None | Mate: None | Kits: None
Mischief is Curiousgaze's middle name. Since she was a kit she had always wanted to explore outside of Rubyclan. The first to catch a fox as an apprentice, the first to meet a cow outside of Rubyclan territory she was always the most adventurous kit. Her spirit is light and untainted, but because of this she doesn't fully understand all the "dangers" life has to offer for a beautiful and young she-cat like her. She only see's the good in cats hearts and refuses to think that a cat is "born" evil. She loves everything about life and loves helping others.
Littlecomet
Roleplayed by Ashenfate
Novice: Skypaw | Lives 9-9| |Mate: Blackwing | Kits: Expecting
The sound of Thistlestrike’s wails… The calls of a brother, Lionflame, at the time, Lionkit, at her side… The slow, labored breathing of her mother as the final blow was landed. Then, death… the silent embrace… the end of an era for RubyClan… A mother lost, a part of her, forever disappeared, and a father that receded within himself. There was nothing Littlecomet could do besides leave. She couldn’t handle the loss, confronting the memory of her mother’s death day after day. Lionflame might have grown distant and aloof while remaining a member of RubyClan, but that wasn’t how Littlecomet was, she never will be that way. No, Littlecomet is a cat of action, a cat of heart, a cat of soul… the true heir to the throne, the oldest of Queen Ashen’s remaining litter. She is the cat of destiny and the cat of failure, but don’t be mistaken, those days of hurt are far behind her. She is here for her clan before all and she will never abandon it like she did when she was younger. Authority; the power to calm the sea of anger and dissent that RubyClan can become…. She holds the power, the voice, the integrity this clan needs to continue forward, she always has. Little does this she cat know, she takes after her mother in more ways than one. Her ability, her voice, her regal stature that can shake the clan to its bone… they all belong to her mother’s residing spirit. She is strong willed, lithe, and agile. Her white furs are short, perfectly lining her well muscled form. She’s a flirt, though many don’t notice it upon first glance. She enjoys playing mind games when it’s possible, though, now that she is queen, she rarely ever shows her joking and flirty side anymore. Instead, she is quiet, aloof, a model of the perfect queen. At times, if one listens closely, they can hear her one major flaw…. Littlecomet may not show it, but she has a bit of an attitude when she speaks, especially when somebody has upset her. She works hard to hide it though, mostly because the clan doesn’t need to know that she still has a hatred towards them for forgetting her mother… she still holds the memories of her death in her wake. Seeking the truth, justice, and possibly love, this she cat is willing to go to the ends of the earth… she will fight for liberty, loyalty, and nobility… especially with VenomClan and the likes of CrowClan in her backyard. She will do what it takes to restore balance to her clan, even if it kills her. Her green eyes glow with a wise and knowing attitude, she exudes confidence, though deep inside she is afraid to follow in her mother’s footsteps. This is Littlecomet, strong, independent, and wise, but she is also Littlecomet, quiet, shy, and afraid. Will you ever get to know both sides? You’ll just have to wait and see.
The Errants
Stormdaisy
Roleplayed by 322er
Novice: None | Mate: None | Kits: None
Strong willed.Feirce.Never backing down.These are all good ways to describe Stromdaisy.She can be thick headed,but for a good reason.She's kind down to her core.Always looking for ways to be helpful.She was born to two loners who lived in a barn.She was their only kit.Though she was spoild,she never forgot to cherish everything she had.And always savoird every moment.Solid as a rock,Stormdaisy was also taught to stand her ground for what she thought was right.Then one day some rogues killed the chickens in the chicken coup.She heard the two leg screaming.Her parents told her every thing would be normal in a few days.They were wrong.Stormdaisy went to practice some hunting when she heard a loud,sickening yowl after a boom.And even worse was when it just stopped.Leaving nothing left in the air.She raced to the barn where she got a glipse of her mothers calico fur sticking out of a bag.She burned with rage.A scar ripped across her heart that day.She will forever hate two legs for that.She was raised in Rubyclan for the rest of her life.She traned harder than most apprintices.Just to prove herslf.Now she's one of the strongest cats in her clan.She is ambitious.And she has a right to be.She's jumped through hoops to make her clan mates think highly of her.But she is kind.And a loyal frind if you prove to be loyal to her.
Moonlightmagician
Rped by Marionetteღ
Novice: Wishpaw | Mate: None | Kits: None
Light on his paws and body moving like spilled oil, Moonlightmagician is a phantom in the night. With his pale teal eyes and silver-streaked fur, he physically represents all that moonlight is. Despite his mysterious countenance, Moonlightmagician is friendly to everyone and flirts with practically every she-cat. Being an orphan since almost birth and having only left the life of a rogue to join Rubyclan at the age of 15 moons, he is experienced at surviving alone and against other rogues. His ever-grinning poker face easily masks anything he's not willing to show. His glassy silver-turquoise eyes and the would-be "windows" to his soul are artfully sealed, doing nothing but reflecting the other cat's emotions back at them. Moonlightmagician's strategy for battle is to never let yourself be captured, be trapped, be pinned down, and he does not. With small flicks of his claws and tail, widen his eyes barely a fraction, look to the left just a little. He is a master in the skill of feigns and bluffs, and therefore, lies. Although he always keeps his promises and would never betray Rubyclan, there are some things he must lie about. Weaving an inescapable net of lies around himself and his clan life does not faze him; he has long learned the ways of avoiding the spider of the web.
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The Lords and Ladies
Foxmuzzle
Roleplayed by 322er
His huanting silver eyes.Stunning russet fur.Foxmuzzle is the type of toms she cats fall for without even knowing him.But that's not what Foxmuzzle wants.Sure,It would be nice to have the prettiest she cat in the clan or say the three word I Love You to a royal.But Foxmuzzle is not like that.He wants someone who really gets him.Someone who understands who he is.A cat that can exept him.He takes serious things slowly and controlled but off of the line of being in battle or leading a Patrole this tom because a fun loving softy.Someone who can be sarcastic,and you can joke back.He is layed back,freindly,and would rather be playing around than taking on patroles.He has a great sense of humor.And a nice cat to be around too.
Blackwing
Roleplayed by ForestWing
Dark and Mysterious this tom cat is not to be trusted. That's what everyone says about the pitch-black and scary tom cat. In actuality he is a loyal and unique tom cat who just wishes to be told he is good by some friend. His parents were murderous traitors to Rubyclan and the only reason they kept the small kit was because of their inability to kill him. Starclan themselves came to the leader of Rubyclan and told them to protect the kit as if he was their own. The Ruby-clanners kept their promise to protect him but in the end they treated him with hatred and distrust. He grew up trying to prove of his innocence. But one day a dark and ominous dream came to him telling him of his dark heart and empty soul. Since then he has been connected with a dark forest cat named Silverstreak who can temporarily speak to him and take control of blackcoat. He fears that others will find out his secret and he tends to stay away from most. He has a secret passion for herbs and wishes to become the herbalist of Rubyclan.
Firemask:
Roleplayed by ForestWing
With sharp eyes and a fiery attitude Firemask is the symbolism of rebellion. He was born in Fallclan where his parents chased him off the territory and he found himself in Springclan. Already growing a hardened heart from not being loved he found no reason to serve Springclan but the leader wouldn't let the young kit leave so easily out of the camp. Soon he became anxious and began wandering into new territories that the clans didn't even know off. Underground of course. Climbing into the caverns of Renegade he found himself amongst the dark warriors underneath their very paw-steps. A spy came to him first and asked of his help. Never being asked before he agreed quickly and every night would return to the caverns to speak of news in Springclan. One leader was curious as to where the kit was leaving and decided to follow him outside. He was soon caught and dragged back to the springclan leader where the leader looked sadly down upon the rebellious kit. One warrior insisted upon killing him on the spot but the leader ignored the request. Instead young Firekit was given a two moon wait until his apprenticeship. Feelings ignored and frustrated he left Springclan and found himself in Winterclan. They quickly accepted him after he challenged another strong kit to a duel and quickly pinned the kit to the ground. He was apprenticed as Firepaw one of the strongest apprentices the clan's have ever seen. Every night he worked hard for his right to stay in the apprentice den, and to one day get revenge on the Springclan leader for holding him back. Soon dark dreams began to descend upon the young tom cat as they corrupted him into madness. But alas there is a light in every story. A starclan cat by the name of Titansoul pured his poor and cold heart as he settled his rebellious heart. Deciding to start a new he found his pawsteps at the door of Rubyclan where they welcomed him with open paws. Behind his anger is a mask of fire.
Flutterwing
Roleplayed by 322er
Poor Flutterwing.This sweet she cat is so shy she's afraid of the tineist sound around her.She doesn't talk much,but she really is kind.Her fur is a yellowish color with pinkish white tips,while her eyes are a wide big blue.She loves animals.It's he main talent and the reason why she hates to hunt.She can't stand killing an anima,but she knows she has to eat them to live,even if it makes her spine crawl.Flutterwing is kind hearted,but terably shy.But maybe some cat can show her to be a little braver,one day...
Safari
Rped by .:FantasyRose:.
Blood roars in your ears, veins pulsating as adrenaline races through your body vigorously. Wind whips your face, lashing out as you dance through the tall pines, feeling energized and rambunctious. Safari, what a free soul to meet. With a wild mandarin coat, and emerald green eyes, he seems to be lush with life. His paws are white, as if they were each dipped in creamy paint. Always wearing a smile, this giddy tom never ceases to let a little rain bring him down, nor make him a pessimist. Everyday is a new adventure to unfold, and Safari, plans to entitle himself in each one. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, he wakes every morning, expecting nothing more than accelerating heartbeats and a soaring spirit. His limbs are long and slender, making him an agile runner as well as hunter. Stealthy, speedy, and well built, this broad tom could take down a water buffalo if you’d let him, though of course, that is impossible. In his active mind, Safari believes he can do anything that comes to mind with the right kind of attitude. If you doubt yourself, you will not succeed in the task at hand, but if you have the ultimate faith, anything is possible. He seems to carry a warm and sunny personality, making friends and companions at ease. He doesn’t cage his heart in, but lets it roam and find its way freely. Safari can be a bit quick-minded, always bursting into a situation without much thought, but he finds it valuable to learn by cause and effect. Born under the care of his mother’s sister, Safari had grown into a fine cat, living by the code of friendliness and respect. After Zenaya died, the only caretaker he had ever known, he promised to make a change in this darkened world, and repay her by giving back to the cats who need it the most. He has a good way of handling trouble and obstacles, and keeps his patience with any being he comes across, even the feral ones. Nothing is better than a warm, blazing amber sun, especially when all seems drowned in winter.
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Lonestate
Rped by: houndour
This roughin, toughin, high strung cat is one big powerhouse. His dusty brown fur is always tufting out in different directions, making him look much bigger than he truly is. He also has this oddity of speakin in slang, never backin down from a fight, and tryin to make himself appear ten times bigger than he normally is. Some avoid him because of this, others? They just call him a Lonestate
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Crossroads
Rped by Dappledkit
A mottled brown and black tom with light amber eyes. He's laid back, and likes to talk about farm country and his old home back in a different area, where the land is flat and there is nothing but corn, beans, and cows. He came to RubyClan as a young kittling, unable to speak or even take care of himself, and was brought to the can by a young tabby she cat, presumably his older sister, who related a tale of loss and unexpected problems with the house they were living in. And so, Roadie, became Crossroads, and a very quiet tom to talk to. He tends to add 's's to the end of everything and doesn't always talk in the same way the others do, using the word confuzzled and often (with the T pronounced) because that's how the people talked in his part of the world. He feels left out at times, but has begun to become good friends with Lonestate, another cat much like himself that speaks differently and is a bit of a rough and tumble cat. Crossroads can be found chewing on heather often
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Brackensnap
Rped by: Mousely
Light gray white muzzled tabby tom with a darker gray streak running like a stripe down his back. His eyes are sapphire blue. While not the most gentlemanly tom, he makes up for it with his charm and sweet smile. A friendly and rambunctious RubyClanner with a heart of gold. What's his catch? Of course he's not Mr Perfect. For that to even partly be true he'd have to stop acting like a know-it-all. Everyone knows for certain that he believes he's always Mr Right. Though when it's inevitable he does admit when he's wrong, just a little stubborn that's all. He half hopes to dabble in a bit of healing as he matures, but the prospect of defending and hunting for his clan always sends excitable shivers down his spine. He's not the sort to get wistful and longing about what he wants. It'll come if he deserves it is what he believes. 'Rewards come to those who deserve them' is what he says to anyone who thinks different. If things don't work out you're just not trying hard enough to make it succeed should be his life motto. Overall he's a cheerful chap who doesn't give up easily on what he wants
Whisperedsong
Rped by Valiantconqueror
Her eyes, the color of a sheet of ice which lies upon water. Specks of gold freckles sprinkle around her pupils with a light blue background, fading merely to a pure white towards to edge of her iris. Her pelt blends with brown, black, light orange and white patches and stripes. Grey tips cover over these patches throughout her lithe body. Her chin, chest, and underbelly consist of white, stripes of brown and orange piercing into the white patches every so often. Her nose of a deep red, her paws of grayish orange and white. Her appearance is, as most say, very alluring. Her structure is very, well, little. Although, her legs lift her taller than most cats. She towers over them all, having to crane her neck down to see upon them. In what she lack of body built, she makes up in endurance, persistence, agility. She strives for that feeling of air brushing against her pelt. Faster, faster, faster. The embrace of wind, she craves it with every ounce of her soul. It fills her heart to the brim of everything content.. A heart so filled, so sanctified.. With such a heart, this she-cat has a lot of her heart to give. She gives, and she gives. Her persona is like that of a social-butterfly, yet she has a tight hold on her tongue and the way it moves. This she-cat’s soul holds the wisdom of youth, the forgiveness and undeniable trust of a kit. She welcomes everyone and just about anything in with an open mind. Being a strong believer in everyone's innocence, she is able to understand any cat's sins. She holds the power of a strong intuition. No matter what a cat may have done, she can always see a light in the path they have chosen to go down. She is not known for holding grudges. She was never one to remember the bad things in any cat. With the right punishment, any cat can be forgiven. She believes that any cat can turn good a bad reputation that they uphold. Her eyes see every solution, every answer. She speaks her mind, and it is up to you to hear her. Advice. This she-cat is a wizard for it. Conjuring up options that you would have never thought to think of. Brilliant, is what she is. She is quite the cat for inspiration, too. You might not think she would be the cat for it, but she can be quite insightful when she lets her mouth free to speak her deep, hidden thoughts. For her, it is very habitual for her to open her mind and heart to strangers. It is also likely that she has been hurt from doing so. And she has, more than once, had her heart torn by others. Yet she chooses to see that emotional pain as a test to make her stronger. She has learned much from being hurt, and she shares her experiences with those of whom ask, but mainly to those who are about to repeat history. She hates to see others in the pit of their own self-created agony, stabbing themselves to death left and right. Her desire overwhelms her to try and save them from making horrible mistakes. Because of this desire, she can't help but want to become every cat's savior. And that want, that desire, that sharp engraved sense of kindness, is inevitably tearing her apart. Always giving more than she gets. Always.
Thunderheart
Rped 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.
Flamewhisper
Rped by Valiantconqueror
A light ginger she-cat with a splash of darker orange on her flank, dazzled with pale green eyes. She is a relatively kind and generous cat, and could never refuse giving help to a cat in need. She has a huge heart, and bases most of her decisions on how she feels rather than what she thinks. Which in this case; that happens to be a good thing. She is never spiteful and tends to be very forgiving. She follows her heart (for the lack of a better term). She can relate to other cats very well, and loves the company of many cats in one area at once.
Sapphiredragon
Rped by Kittzkat
Silence. It cloaks the night, but it also exonerates the early morning. It strokes the rays of an early star, and doesn't always mean an unwanted curse. To Sapphiredragon, silence is the thing that exonerates the early morning. It brings something beautiful, wonderful. Why? Because this silence is the silence that cloaks her. She was born mute; well, almost mute. She can still snarl in defense, hiss in pain, but she can't speak. This means that she's had to learn to communicate otherwise. How does she talk to cats when she can't verbalize herself? Its her pictures in the sand. She prefers to be in sandy, or soily areas, so that she can scribble pictures in the sand with her tail. She's grown quite good at her game of pictionary, and its the only way she's learned to comminucate. Sapphiredragon is a very pretty she-cat, one with loner herritage. She is a sillver, almost white tabby, one with eyes that cut you like knives. They are the softest of sapphires, but they harden into an eerie glow if you anger her.
Midnightastrix
Rped by Kittzkat
Midnight. The time of night where there is peace, yet complexity. That nothing is the same in midnight than in the midday. That would be Midnightastrix. The she-cat so different from the rest of the world, one who craves a sense of peace and tranquility, but one who's temper seldom allows for that. The she-cat that has the fur of midnight-cream, a thick fur that flows across the muscles she was is cloaked in. She has one silver paw, and that one paw sets the darkness of her pelt to something a little softer. Her eyes are the color of the water, a crystal-light blue that is barely there. Her tail is long, and her eyes are slightly slanted, and seem to be a bit out of proportion. Other than that, though, she is flawless in her complexion. Is her personallity? No. She's a bit of a two-faced she-cat. She has one part of her searching for the tranquility of the night, but the other that makes her temper explosive. The two faces seem to altrinate, making her moods rather hard to decipher. She doesn't trust easily, and doesn't like most cats. She's not in any way a loner, though. She has friends, most defiantly. There really isn't much more to say about the she-cat, other than her devotion to RubyClan is strong. Why? It takes you into her history. She was born into an abusive, rogue family, in which her father was down right cruel. Verbal abuse was the only thing she and her sister, Middaykit, a handsome golden tom, knew. They were stuck in constant taunts, and they never seemed to make their father happy. It wasn't just verbal abuse, though. One night, it excalated. In the depth of the moon, their father went off. He attacked both of his kits, aiming his blows for death. The two faught back, and eventually their father got bored. The moment he walked away, the now apprentice aged Midnightkit knew that they were now alone. Middaykit was very frail by that time, and suffered from a huge gash across his throat. The black she-cat knew taht she was going to have to do somethign to save her sibling. So she did. She coaxed him to come with her, and the two walked until Middaykit appeared to be bleeding out. Seeing that blood, it scared the she-cat. She knew she had to stop. They stopped just inside RubyClan territory, where they fell asleep. When she awoke, she and ber brother were being prodded by strange cats, the RubyClan medicine cat and a few warriors. They brought the kits into the clan, acheiving the names Midnightpaw and Middaypaw. Although Midday didn't make it long, Midnightastrix prooved her loyalty to the clan she loves today.
Bloodpool
Rped by Kibbythekat
Two words. Blood-thirsty. Furball. A blue-grey tom with lurking red eyes. The first to rush into battle. He wont rest until his enimie's blood pools at his paws. Bloodpool sharpens his claws and fangs every day. It's scary to seem him hunt. He practices on prey.
Lemonswirl
Rped by Sweetsilentlullaby
A beautiful golden she cat with green eyes that glow like grass in the valley of Rubyclan. The intricate, dappled patterns on her pelt look like swirls painted on a canvas. She is elegant, and demands attention. She is sweet and kind to those who are nice to her. Her sunny disposition captures you and you know you must stay to talk to her, waiting on her every word. Once you have her, you'll never want to lose her. Like the stars she burns, but sometimes she crashes into earth. She knows there is a lot out there that she needs to learn, but for now Rubyclan is enough for her.
Maximumflight
Rped 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 black pelt, and those
ocean blue 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. Maximumflight? Kind and caring? No, no. She'll have none of that.
Fishpelt
Rped by Valiantconqueror
His eyes are grey and glazed. His grey fur has dark ripples that gave him an appearance of having scales. This tom you have stumbled upon is blind and handicapped. A badger took his sight in one nasty battle. But, regardless, he might as well be the best fisher you’ve ever met. He has a history and the makings of a good swimmer and an excellent fisher. He was built for the rough waves, and unlike most cats in his clan he tends to love water. Though, he fears the thought of drowning. He dares not stray out too far into open water in fear that he wouldn’t find his way back to shore without his sight to see which direction he’s going in. He sticks close to the shore, secretly wishing that he could swim in the deep ends like he used to.
Canarygift
Rped by Sweetsilentlullaby
Two perfectly round pools of aqua drown you in their depths. Gorgeous white pelt as soft as the clouds that cover the sky. Elegant, long legs with soft tufts of fur covering her claws, and a long sweeping fluffy tail. Blending in with the water colored morning sky Canarygift seems like an angel. She acts like one too. She has a good head on her shoulders, and a heart of gold. She is sweet, kind and motivated to do her best. She loves to sit in the valley and watch the sunset. She is curious and often wonders why things happen the way they do, but doesn't doubt the outcome is for the better. She views everything positivly which makes her a good, loyal friend with good advice. She loves Rubyclan, it's where she belongs. Her clanmates mean everything to her and she knows almost everyone. She isn't shy, and tends to bring out the best in the cats who are, and even in the cats who aren't.
Wolftear
Rped by whteswift
A fiery she cat with a beautiful tortoiseshell coat and terrifying golden eyes. Her eyes are very wolflike, hence her name, they seem to glow in the dark. Wise and strong, she holds herself with pride and grace, masking her self- doubt. Her cheerful attitude is very helpful, she makes friend easily and is easy to talk to, but she is somewhat level headed. She can fight with words and actions and will snap back to anything she knows isn’t right. Loyalty and courage are the first two words that could be used to even try and describe her. Her past is shrouded by secrets that even she doesn't know about. She believes that Rosepetal was her mother to this day, but what she doesn’t know is that she was the daughter of Queen Sky, born of a forbidden romance. Plagued by dreams of her mother, real and fake, and of an unknown tom, her mind is in turmoil. She feels the weight of the secrets around her, though she doesn’t know what they are or what they mean. She stands by her beliefs and holds them dear because that is one of the few things keeping her sane. She fell in love with a tom named Brokeneagle and gave birth to Ozonekit, Knightkit, Evanescekit, Cheshirekit, and Duckkit. Despite everything that is revolving around her, she continues to do what is best for her clan. Past Queen of Rubyclan.
Ebonydusk
Rped by VividTemptations
Sleek and beauty is one thing that you immediately notice about this dark colored she-cat. Her beauty comes form her charcoal-like furs, flecked with white here and there, and her eyes highlight her features. Light blue, like the skies of the morning. Her nose is that of a pointed sort, her ears are small and rounded, almost like that of the bottom of the heart shape. Her build is small and dainty, and her size makes her a quick and agile hunter. Ebonydusk was born within the clan, raised by the Tatawana's of RubyClan, always told that her mother had passed away giving birth. What she doesn't know is that her mother was never in RubyClan, but that she was a loner. The whole clan keeps this secret from her, but she has never susprected them of lying to her, though she often dreams of her mother. After all, why would they lie to this beauty? Speaking of beauty, not only is she graced with looks, but also a seductive charm. Flirty and whitted, she knows how to win a tom's heart easily. Though, she can sometimes be quiet as well. Not many cats can get to her nice side, as she has an attitude like fire. Watch yourself, don't get caught in her raging storm, or you might not fare well.
Firedsoul
Rped by .:Vesper:.
A flare in the dark, sent spiraling into the night air before it self combusts into colored fire that fades in the night air before spreading across the waters below. Two-legs ooh and aah as a mother wails in the distance at the birth of new kits. It all sounds fair and dandy until the weak, starving mother dies leaving the kits as orphans in the new world. When two-legs found them, his three sisters and two brothers were stolen, leaving the flame colored tom alone in the darkness. That's how he survived, lingering in the darkness and hiding by daylight. He is a master of the night, roamer of the dark and deserted. Coming into Rubyclan was quite the mistake, but he felt welcomed there. As if he belonged. The tom is quite pleasent and nice, yet stands like a prince and in the sunlight his ginger pelt seems to flare up. His eyes are the color of a chestnut in late fall, and his voice is low and powerful. The tom has short hair, and he isn't afraid of pain. He'd rather be the one to get hurt then to see another cat injured. The tom can take a lot of damage before admitting defeat, yet whenever he claws back the clawmarks he leaves seem to feel burnt and painful. It's best to not upset him, and hard to get him mad in the first place unless harming another cat. He is dead loyal and strong.
Adderblood
Rped by Mousely
A dark storm brooding over the horizon, faint at first until it unleashes its true fury. Something shared by the mood of this volatile tom. Swinging like a pendulum from each negative emotion that forms in his shadowed heart. The price of being raised by a hard hearted mother and being born with a defect that renders him inferior to his peers. A limp, paralytic fore paw caused by being born a quarter moon prematurely. Certainly not the champion of his litter as he had dreamed of as a kitten, instead he lags behind his brother and sister, Blazekit and Sweetkit. The only one he feels superior to is Tinykit, which isn't a great accomplishment considering how small his youngest brother is. It injures his pride greatly how incompetent his dead paw forces him to be only fueling his roguish manners. In the company of others a dark veil surrounds him, acting like a buffer to anyone who may try to get close to him. He meets society with his sarcastic and brash persona. Although he's normally silent and brooding unless interacted with then his damaged spirit uncoils itself from its mental torture and swings forward like a sharp, piercing blade. The only scrap of pride he bares is toward his pure blooded clan cat status perhaps the only thing that has true meaning to him in his confusing existence. He is scornful towards those of a different heritage. Being anything less would destroy him so he would not allow himself to mingle with the unworthy, unless they are persistent enough and stick around then he has no choice but to accept them. Those who do manage to push through his hard heart actually get to witness his soft side which is a rare sight indeed. In contrast to his personality his appearance compliments it well, feral ruffly brown fur courses through the muscular form of this well built tom. As well as two fierce amber eyes akin to a cold mindless beast's, wild and erratic.
Shellwonder
Roleplayed by 322er
Her fur is the prettiest silver,with white circles aroun her sea blue eyes.She stands for hopes and dreams.This brave she cat would die for her clan.Loving it.Only wishing for the best.She'll never back down from a fight.She longs for freedom.But also knows the price of it.Her clan is her home.Betrayle is not part of Shellkit's vocabulary.Her spirit rises above shame a tragety and can bring out the best in anyone.But she knows about loss.She isn't someone who's happy because they lived without loss.She was born to a family who loved her.With six siblings.Four sisters and two brothers.Then there was a fire.And everything she had ever loved,was burnt to ashes.But three still remained.Shellkit,and her two other sisters,Wishkit and rosekit.She a surviver.And rejouces for that.She hopes only the better than what what happened to her for everyone.She hopes to let wind of change come to bring a brighter futere.One that is lighted both for her and her family,and her clan.
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Rosebeauty
Roleplayed by 322er
She is the true figure of hope.It ripples inside of her.She know that it is what keeps cats going when the've fallen.But how can you have hope when everythings fallen.When it's torn apart?Rosekit knows the answer.Her family was burnt in a fire.But,that wasn't the end.Because when she fell,there was Wishkit and Shellkit to pick her up.Maybe,she wasn't left in the darkness as she belived at one point.She had others.That would be sure to grab her when she fell.Now,she has her clan.That's a family to her know.Maybe,as Rosekit has found out many times,hope isn't a feeling,but the ones around you.It sounds corny,but look at Rosekit.She would have fell if she hadn't had her sisters words to lift her up.Rosekit is kind,though you could say sassy at times.Her feirce will gets this black and white she cat in more trouble than she's worth.But maybe that's not so bad.It's better than being a stick in the mud.Her eyes are a crimson.But don't try and look at her to tell how she acts.Looks are misleading,but the soul will guide.
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Wishmagician
Roleplayed by 322er
Her little body wanders through snow.She looks so delicate.And when she falls,you race over.And she has only one word that breaks of her lips.Tranquility.This is her death scene.Nothing else more horrifying or beautiful.And that is how it will end.This she cat has strived to conquire that one word.Tranquility.Serinity.Peace.So many ways to say that one word.And yet it is probably the hardest thing to be.Wishkit has tried for many Years to be like it though.Ask her.You can hear her perfect words telling you why it's so hard to be it.Because you have to be calm and resist the erge to get anger at something.Though it's the hardest to master,how ever,Wishkit is one of the closests to it.She is always trying to say calm.Never fight.She has clear belief in starclan and is loyal to Rubyclan.She enjoys being part of a clan and everything about it.Though she has lost a lost.Her family was burned in a fire.Everything ashes exept for her and her two surviving sisters,Rosekit and shellkit.She doesn't know what she would do without them.Her fur is a pretty cream,with green eyes.She is a beautiful sight.And a kind and loyal freind as well.
Yeweyes
Rped by qwerty1234567
A large white short-haired tom with blue eyes. He is a very quiet presence, but can be the main source of attention when he wants to be. He can play some small mind games, but nothing that hurts anyone, at least not permanently. He shows his emotions, but in a quiet way that someone would have to pay attention to. In some weird way he is a loner, but the loner who has a clan, if that makes any sense. He is fully loyal to his clan, and would never plot or be involved with any betrayal, unless it was being possessed or something around that. He has little faith that he'll ever have a mate, or be loved by another cat. He imagines ending up dying early, and if not being a laid-back elder, telling the small stories of his life to any kit that took interest. He is more solid in battle than he is smooth and fast, and he's decent at detecting the next move of the attacker.