Leader
Denimstar[pelt]
Rped By Heathersong981
He is a large gray blue, almost silver, tom. Denimpelt has been in battle countless times, and the scar across his left eye that has never fully healed, shows the desperation he has to become leader of Waterclan. He isn't the fond of the downpour of rain that his clan seems to receive on a moonly bases. Denimpelt's lower half of his tail is almost completely torn off. He had fought his own brother moons ago because of his brother's own mental problems. His brother had tried to go into opposing territories and start a battle that Denimpelt had nochoice but to stop his brother. In the end, his brother had nearly torn Denimpelt's tail off, but he escaped before his brother could graze his talons across it. Denimpelt had no choice but to defeat his brother, once and for all. He had been deemed a hero to his clan, but all Denimpelt felt like was a murderer. He had killed his own brother. And for what? To stop a battle that he wasn't sure would even start? Denimpelt resents battles,now. He will only risk the safety of his clan if it is necessary. He hears the chatter of some of his clanmates. They call him weak. They even whisper that he acts like a scared kit. Denimpelt has no problem confronting those rowdy tom, and putting them to work. Giving them apprentice jobs is his favorite chore for them. The fact that Denimpelt is the leader doesn't seem to effect most of his clan. Denimpelt enjoys trotting through the usually damp forest where there is the only sound of crying baby birds, the scuttling of prey, and his own breathing. It calms him and brings him back to places he's never been to before. His life before his warrior days, and even before he became an apprentice. When he and his brother had been inseperable. And even when his father had been a golden warrior, one of the best in the clan. When he was healthy, and not sick. Denimpelt had had a horrible kithood, one that only comes back to him when he is sleeping. But going out into the forest where it is quiet, and no sounds of snoring toms can effect his thoughts. He feels as if he can erase those memories slowly but surely. They go away gradually, until one day Denimpelt prays they will be gone for good.
Mate - None
Kits - None
Relatives - None
Lives- 9/9
Apprentice-
Deputy
Neonblood
Rped by beauty♥undefined
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A dark tabby tom with bright leaf green eyes. Neonblood is usually calm and silent, but if you talk to him he has no problem with talking back, he's a social cat he just has issues with starting a conversation. Neonblood is short-tempered though, it doesn't take much to set him off and he will never back down from a fight. He is one of the most stubborn cats you will ever lay eyes upon. Though Neonblood has a slight dark side he also has a sensitive, kind side to counteract the dark one. He will never betray you, once you become someone he cares about you will forever be in his heart and he will do his best to keep you safe. He used to have a sister, Secretpaw, but she died as an apprentice. One day they were exploring out in the forest, just the two of them and suddenly a fox sprang out of no where. Neonblood remembers everything as if it happened only seconds ago. The fox had to be starving, he remembered the sight of it's ribcage as it pinned Secretpaw to the ground and immediatly went for a bite at her neck. He tried to stop it, tried his best to fight it off but he never had a chance back then. Neonblood will always blame himself for the death of his sister. He had to witness the life drain from her body, he had to see the light leave her light blue eyes, and now he can never have her back. Seeing his sister die changed him. It made him more mature and made him value those close to him even more then he did before. Some may say he's overprotective of those he loves, but he has good reason to be. He plays his part in the clan, helping in any way that he can and he was always be loyal to them until the day he dies.
Mate- Brightscales
Kits-
Relatives- none.
Apprentice-
Co-Deputy
none currently
Medicine Cat
N/A
Medicine Cat Apprentice
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Wishmoon
Rped by Cheap-Carny-Ride
Dark; gloomy; depressed. These words could be used to describe Wishkit simply. The she-cat was always one to be down on herself. Nothing she ever did was good enough. She was either too short, too tall, too fat, or too skinny, when really, she was just right in size. Her pelt was as white as freshly-fallen snow, and Wishkit always tried to keep it as clean as possible. Violet eyes, which were an abnormality for a feral cat such as she, were beautifully worn upon the she-cat's face. Her eyes and fur were the only things that she found 'good' about herself. Though she'd one day be a strong, dedicated fighter and excellent swimmer, Wishkit was almost certain that she'd be a burden and disgrace to Waterclan. She firmly believes that no tom would ever want to be her mate. It'd be very rare to spot this kit with a smile on her face. Wishkit was abandoned by her mother when she was very, very young. She believes that her mother didn't want her because she was so awful, even though she was only about two moons old. A warrior of Waterclan had found and brought her into the clan.
Aprenitice-
Baroquetail
Rp'd By Heathersong981
Large jet black tom. His piercing blue green eyes are his best features. Baroquetail has no scars on his fur. Only a matted lower tail that happened when he was in battle with a badger 3 times his size. Baroquetail did not grow up in WaterClan. He grew up in the forest as a rogue or loner. He doesn't put a name on it. Baroquetail at a young age had to learn to fend for himself. His father had learned from his own dad that the only way to live is to take out those 'weaker' than him. His father, a couple months after Baroquetail had become older, had gone on a killing rampage. He killed queens, elders, and young kits, weak warriors that were 'no use to there group'. They had lived with around 16 cats, and they moved as one. A pack. Baroquetail's father had murdered half the cats, leaving them vulnerable and weak. After his rampage Baroquetail could see the recognition in his father's face. He had just murdered fellow cats, and now they were vulnerable. Baroquetail knew that there rivaling group would find out in a heartbeat that they were vulnerable, and would attack. Baroquetail fled from his father and the cats, right before they were attacked. Baroquetail never looked back, never tried to seek out his father. To see if he was still alive. It was no use, none of the cats in that forest left others alive. Baroquetail padded past deserts, and forest and came to WaterClan. Right before he crossed the border he was ambushed by a badger. Baroquetail fended off the badger, but was slashed in the tail and his blood had matted his tail to the bone. Baroquetail raced into the WaterClan territory and was again found by clan cats. He was brought in as a prisoner, but soon showed his willingness to be loyal to this clan. He's been here ever since.
Rainbowchaser
Rped by Vulpixkit
have you ever seen a rainbow in the sky, so beautiful and breath taking . It brings happiness and a sense of hope after a storm. A rainbow so high in the sky and colorful it looks like starclan is having a festival. Has it ever given you peace before? Well meet Rainbowchaser ,and beautiful she-cat, who was literally born under a rainbow. Her fur is as fluffy as fluffy can be and is a beautiful mix of different shades of brown with patches of honey gold. Her eyes are a unusual hazel/gold and sometimes will even change color according to her mood. She is very small for her size and is very quiet at times. She loves to swim and is very good at it too. She is very wise for her age and knows all the stories about starclan. Even though she is tiny she can take on anyone and uses her size as a advantage. She is a kind soul but she can be stern and tough when she needs to be. She may seem like the perfect cat right? Well there is one catch. Sadly she is blind but because she is so aware of everything you wouldn't notice or believe it.
Aquarain
Littlesnowpelt
A light grey she-cat with a white muzzle and chest.Her eyes are aqua like the ocean, giving away her name.She's a quiet and gentle cat who is always patient and honest. She is loving and caring toward kits and will do all she can for them.She is the kind of cat that doesn't care for lots of attention and prefers to do things alone.Through her whole life, she had never talked to anyone, so she is always by herself and that's how she likes to be. The only time she's not alone is when she's out to help others. If she ever causes a problem, she always tries her best to fix it.She's a great hunter and fighter who is hoping that someday she will find a friend.
Apprentice-
Jaycool
Rped by jaymist
a blue tom with a splash of grey. His eyes are sparkling green. His past well you ask? Complicated. He was born and a stormy night. He was, to his parnets, cursed. He was left for the foxes and never knew his family. Fourtantely, a cat found him and brought him to camp. There he recived his name Jaykit and eventually became Jaycool. In battle, he is like a shadow. His siblings are in different clans. Jayfoot is in Springclan and Ravensong is in Nightclan. When he was an apperentice he brought home 5 pieces on his first hunt. In 3 moons he learned all the battle moves.His favortie thing to do is hunt and has never lost a fight. His favorite prey is rabbit and he wants a mate and kits someday.
Apprentice-
Brightcloud
littlesnowpelt
A fluffy white she-cat with turquoise eyes.She is a very nice and friendly cat, but can be very shy. She's always found alone, hoping for at least someone to talk to. Sometimes she thinks other cats hate her for the way she acts. If she ever makes a new friend, she can sometimes get too excited and hurt others with her roughness, which makes others scared, so they leave her. She has always wanted to be in a clan, thinking she would make some friends, but either way, she's always ignored. She'd do anything for her clan, even risk her life.
Apprentice-
Eastwood
Rped By Heathersong981
Long and lean she-cat. She is one of a kind. Eastwood has soft silver paws and a long stringy looking tail. Her belly fur is naturally ruffled looking. She has floppy front ears that hang prettily over her face. Her eyes are large and blue. Eastwood was once a WaterClan kit, but chose to leave with her father to go and live in another clan. But before the two could even cross the WaterClan border, they were severely ambushed by a group of rogues who came out of nowhere. Trying to protect his only kit, her father had risked his own life to save Eastwood. He had fought all three of the rogues, even when one of them went after Eastwood. He would take two large steps back and slap the rogue back into his line of sight. The fight wasn't long. Her father's blood stained the forest floor and the surrounding trees. He kneeled before the rogues, his breathing heavy. Eastwood knew it would be his last. Without one last look behind her, she raced away across the border. Luckily the rogues didn't follow her. That had been the last time she saw her father. Eastwood had trekked across a moor and a desert, till she scented unfamiliar scents. She found her way to the camp, and was immedietly shown to the clans leader. She had no idea where she was. Her father hadn't said the clans name. She asked the tall dark leader if he was expecting a tom and his kit in their clan. The leader said no. And she was off from there, barely an apprentice, all on her own. Eastwood was escorted out of the clans territory and back into the desert. Just as she thought it couldn't get worse, she saw one, then two and finally three familiar lean figures just infront of her on the hill. The rogues. They'd come for her. Eastwood ran, hearing the three toms coming after her. Close and closer... but she didn't give up. She crossed a river and settled into the crook of a rock. She lived there for moons. She learned to fish and hunt small animals. Finally, after moons of being on her own, she decided enough was enough. She scented a close by clan and made her way confidently to the clan camp. Immedietly all the cats were on high alert. But it didn't faze her. She had been through this before. Facing their leader Denimstar, Eastwood asked to join the clan and told them all her story. She's been a loyal warriors ever since.
Apprentice-
Illusionalgrace
Vulpixkit
Flashes of gold blind you as you walk through the forest. A flash of gold here a flash of gold there then silence...... Until you notice two beautiful pools of dark lead green orbs staring at you from the trees. I warn you to tread carefully on this ground for this she-cat may haunt your dreams with her beauty, but is she as beautiful on the outside as she is on the inside? Surprisingly yes. Her world is one of genteelness and compassion. She's even so gentle she'll take care of baby animals who have been hurt or injured. Her grace flows through you like a river. Smooth, calming, beautiful. But this is all a illusion for she is not that graceful at all. Maybe in her rare moments she may be but usually she is a giant klutz, yet no one notices because of her beauty. All they see is gracefulness. This is how she got the name Illusionalgrace. Of course she did not pick this name for herself. Her mother who was always jealous of her beauty and who would point out any flaw she had gave her the name. Her mother was mean and full of hate and would bring Illusionalgrace down without a second glance. At first her mother use to be as beautiful as a flower but a badger attack badly scared her and disfigured her beautiful face causing hate and jealously to seep into her mothers soul. Disgusted at how she looked Illusionalgrace's father left and became mates with the leader of her clan. Even though Illusionalgrace felt betrayed that her father had left her at the cold hard claws of her mother she still tried to look on the bright side of things. By the time Illusionalgrace had become a warrior her mother was so over come with jealously she couldn't even look at her daughter without screaming venom filled words. Slowly her mother began to go crazy. She attack Illusionalgrace planning on disfiguring her as well so they would be equals but a warrior from her clan who was in love with her followed and saved her. The clan soon banished her mother. Felling ashamed and alone Illusionalgrace set out to find her mother and tell her she forgave her and loved her. Unfortunately on her journey she was over come by a flood. A waterclan patrol found her just barley breathing and saved her, but ever since the flood she is deadly afraid of water and will freeze at the smallest sound of a river or waterfall. She loves the night tough. Finding it enchanting and magical. She hoped that one day she will become a well known warrior who many look up to.
Brightscales
Ashenfate
Shimmering grey fur, like that of rippling waters going down a stream. That is what Brightscales' long furs remind most of. Her eyes, the same color silver, she seems to be beauty through and through. This she-cat seems to be very unique in various ways. Her personality is rather undescribable, as it can sometimes change. Though, most of the time she is rather happy and content, where she is sweet and understanding to most. Though at other times she can get frustrated, and her attitude may rage like fire. Brightscales is unique in her own ways, but she is truly a beauty.
Partiallight
rped by Heathersong981
Golden red orange she-cat with dark amber eyes with small tints of brown arund her irises. Partialpaw was born with naturally small ears that hang carefully over the sides of her head. As a kit she was never fascinated by fighting like the other kits were. They had all thought it would be cool and fun to mimic the older warriors and apprentices fighting styles. By not participating, she had isolated herself from every kit in the nursery. Meaning she had no friends to play with. Instead Partialpaw had prefered to fix up all the brambles in the nests in the nursery. When the Queens would leave the den with their young, she'd get to work to fix them up. She'd find scattered leaves around the camp and bring them back to the nursery to place them over the nests. The Queens soon saw that Partial enjoyed this, and they would thank her for her "hard work" and "commitment." Whatever that had meant. Partialpaw didn't exactly care about the compliments she received. Even from hr own leader. It hadnt mattered to her. She just did it. Growing into an apprentice, Partialpaw again did not do want to be a murderer as she felt warriors were. She thought of being a medicine cat, but she knew that being a medicine cat meant she had to mend the wounds of her falen clan mates. Seeing the gorey blook and battle scared always made her sick to her stomach. Partialpaw decided to end her trek on being a medicine cat. Being a warrior would be her only way. She restrains herself from going off and telling her clanmates how she really feels about the rules of a warrior. She dreams of Starclan, almost every night. She dreams of the stars in their fur, and the colorful lights that surround them. She also knows of the dark Forest. The cats that want to take their joy away. Partial vows to never let that happen to her clanmates.
Guiltyinnocence
Rped by stelzibelz
Guilty and red handed. She walks the shadows calmly in wisdom and morosly. She has chocolate burmeese fur and darkend black eyes. She has a guitly aroma about her presence but seems to be always the inosent one. Her ears are pointy with little tufts at the end of them aswell as her tail. She is proud and loyal. But sometimes her arogance gets the better of her and she can easily get wound up if you try. But mostly she is quite a charming cat... If a little spiteful at times.
Pandachime
Masquaradetrick
A black and white she cat with one blue eye and one green eye. Her fur is kinda short and very silky. When it comes to how she walks, she's graceful and like a dancer. Pandachimes's voice is similar to bells and very pretty.She has a distinctive black spot over her eye, which is where she gets her name from, plus her "chiming" voice. She is a slender she cat, but don't let her dainty features fool you. She is very strong and should never EVER be doubted in battle. Pandachime is one of the most loyal cats you'll ever meet. She'll never say anything bad about her clan mates or her friends, but she does gossip about some other cats in other clans. Which that probably is her worst flaw. Pandachime doesn't make up lies though. Every thing she says is almost 99% of the time a fact, and if it isn't its always extremely close to the truth. She is very funny and is great at making jokes. Though she is a little crude, but her clan mates and even her closest friends don't see that in her. Pandachime likes hard work,surprisingly. She loves to do creative things as well. But since she has a lot of responsibilities, she doesn't always get to that hard work. Cats accuse her of being lazy because of this. But she does honestly work her tail off. Cats don't always trust her either. But she has proven to her clan mates that she is a great cat and should never be trifled with. Pandachime is a very headstrong she cat. She doesn't let anyone tell her what to do, unless its off course Starclan. She knows what's best for her, and so when a cat tells her to do something, she respectfully takes their advice, but never really listens to them. Pandachime is a fan of water. She loves to swim, and she looks fantastic doing it. She even swims better than some of the cats in clans who are known for being swimmers.She also loves snow, and so it's good that she was Winterclan before she was in Waterclan. Pandachime loves things with lots of color. She is very playful as well. . Pandachime is great at being on ice as well. She has never one slipped on it. Pandachime gets all the guys, and honestly it does get annoying for her. Toms swarm her most of the time when she asks for patrols. She likes to hang around and flirt with toms,but she's not sure if she's ready for a long term relationship. What she looks for in a tom is kindness, a funny personality, someone who will make her feel special, and someone who could be a good father. Pandachime doesn't remember much of her past. She just remembers her mother, who's name was Gigi. She thinks that they were once kittypets, but she never shared that with anyone, because she didn't want to be made fun of. That also would explain where her siblings would be... in the twoleg place. As for her mother, she thinks that she returned to her twolegs as well. Pandachime is a very headstrong she cat. She doesn't let anyone tell her what to do, unless its off course Starclan. She knows what's best for her, and so when a cat tells her to do something, she respectfully takes their advice, but never really listens to them. Pandachime is a fan of water. She loves to swim, and she looks fantastic doing it. She even swims better than some of the cats in clans who are known for being swimmers.She also loves snow, and so it's good that she was Winterclan before she was in Waterclan. Pandachime loves things with lots of color. She is very playful as well. Pandachime is great at being on ice as well. She has never one slipped on it. Pandachime gets all the guys, and honestly it does get annoying for her. Toms swarm her most of the time when she asks for patrols. She likes to hang around and flirt with toms,but she's not sure if she's ready for a long term relationship. What she looks for in a tom is kindness, a funny personality, someone who will make her feel special, and someone who could be a good father. Pandachime doesn't remember much of her past. She just remembers her mother, who's name was Gigi. She thinks that they were once kittypets, but she never shared that with anyone, because she didn't want to be made fun of. That also would explain where her siblings would be... in the twoleg place. As for her mother, she thinks that she returned to her twolegs as well.
Birchfrost
Naturecat
Every cat comes with a past. And every past is a story. Birchfrost is no different from any other cat. His story, however, is one that few cats have experienced. Birchfrost has managed to mask his story from the others all of his life. Individuals see him as a well respected, responsible and noble tomcat, but no one ever bothered to peer into his past, which lies deep withing his inner soul, hidden from view. However, Birchfrost had decided to share his past with you. But only once. After that he will never speak of it again, so let us start at the beginning... Birchfrost was born into a single litter. He has no brothers and sisters to look back on. His coat is light gray with darker flecks, and peculiar green eyes with faint purple flecks. His paws are a soft, snowy white, as is the tip of his tail and muzzle. Birchfrost's mother, Snow, was a beautiful white she-cat with the same green eyes, only without the purple flecks. Those markings he got from his father, a stoic gray tomcat named Osprey. Birchfrost loved his parents dearly, for they taught him all there is to know to survive out in the real world. He never heard of WaterClan, or any other clan for that matter. His parents never told him a word. They had named him Birch at the time. One day, Birch, who was at the time six moons, was with his father, when they heard a wail of distress. The cry sounded shockingly familiar to them, and as they rushed towards the noise, the two toms found to their horror, Snow lying in a pool of her own blood, a deep gash in her belly. Osprey rushed over to his mate, desparate to try and save her somehow. But as he approached the injured she-cat, Birch heard an unnatural noise. Cautiously, he whisked around and came face to face with a creature he had never encountered. It seemed as tall as a tree, but that wasn't quite so. His mother paused for a moment before replying, "The clans call them twolegs." That was the first mention of the mysterious clans that began to captivate young Birch's curiousity. With his mother severely (and probably permanetly) injured, Birch found himself in a precarious situation where he had to take the initiative. He had learned how to hunt from his father, but hunting for two cats was becoming difficult for Birch, especially since Snow had been attacked by the dog during leaf-fall, meaning leaf-bare was just around the corner. Birch could tell that Snow felt bad for not being able to do anything for her son, and it hurt Birch to see her suffer like this. He spent a lot of time with her in a makeshift den underneath a tree, and that's when Snow began telling Birch stories about the clans. Snow was descended from a line of Clan cats coming from WaterClan, and even had some CreekClan blood in her. But according to Snow her great-grandmother left her clan and became a rogue. Snow also told Birch that his father was of Clan descent too, and that his father was a WinterClan cat. Birch assumed Osprey's mother was a loner or rogue. One night, Snow woke up wheezing. Birch sat up all night with her and comforted her. Snow told Birch to promise her that he would try and find the Clans and join them. Birch said he would and gave his mother an affectionate lick. Snow died that night. Birch felt sorrow overwhelm him, and he was lost and alone, more alone than he had ever felt in his entire life. He was only seven moons old then. Birch left the tree where his deceased mother lay and set off to fulfill his promise. Birch admits it was a painful process. There were times when he was stressed, many of the trails he followed ending up as dead ends. Other times he just wanted to quit and die, crying silently for many nights, asking for guidance from the two cats who had left his life. For three moons, Birch searched, until at last he came across a foreign scent mark. Birch did not know the scent of WaterClan at the time, so he assumed this might be it. So Birch crossed the territory and came across a scent trail. Silently, as the lithe cat that he is, Birch followed the scent until he came to a small camp. He entered cautiously, looking around for signs of life. What Birch found wasn't what he expected. It wasn't WaterClan. It wasn't even a clan, for that matter. No, of all the things it could have been, it had to be a rogue group. Nevertheless he was attacked, and to this day, Birchfrost isn't even sure how he got out of that situation alive. But he did. If any encounter or situation could have put Birchfrost into misery and hopelessness, it was the encounter with the rogues. Birch ended up with a gash across one eye, a slightly torn ear, and bloody paws. It was the perfect opportunity for anguish and despair to overwhelm him. One cat might say that Birch's reactions to a tragedy might be considered a weakness, and it was so, his weakness, that is, until at that very moment, Osprey and Snow appreared before Birch. Birchfrost thinks back to this moment, and tries to recall what he felt when he saw his parents again. Even today he still isn't sure if the event occured or not, but according to the story, Osprey and Snow looked at young Birch with solemn eyes and said, "Do not fear, our precious son. What you seek lies beyond the waters." And just like that, they faded away into the trees without a sound. Birch stood there and thought for a moment, and he knew what he had to do. Birch continued his journey, avoiding the rogue territory, whose scent he now recognized well, and came across a river. He stopped for a long drink. He was not thinking of the message his parents gave him, but of how welcoming the water seemed. Cats usually don't swim, but the water called to Birch, and he was itching to answer the call. Without another thought he plunged into the icy waters and began to swim. The concept came naturally to him, and all Birch could think was
and that brought the whole vision back to him. Birch felt a jolt of energy go through him, excitement pounded in his heart, adrenaline ran through his veins, and Birch began to swim. Upstream. Like a pro. Dusk came and Birch was still swimming. At last he came across a scent that drifted over the waters. Birch smelled the scent and knew that this had to be WaterClan. He emerged from the water and shook his pelt dry. Then he followed the scent. The WaterClan camp eventually came into view and he did not hesitate to approach it. He was confronted by a cat who guarded the entrance. He explained his predicament and was allowed to pass. The leader of WaterClan accepted him into the clan and from that moment on Birch became a WaterClan cat. Cats began to pester him about his origins, but all he would say was, "My parents are of Clan descent." Nothing else. And thus the Birch became Birchfrost and began his life as the cat he was destined to be. So this is his story. Every cat has one. The question is, whether or not they will reveal it.
Dewdrop
RPed by TheRainbowCrayon27
A beautiful she-cat with tortoiseshell fur and yellow eyes. She has a white chest and paws. She is very generous and often puts others before herself. She is a perfectionist, getting upset when things aren't just the way she wants them to be. Dewdrop is quiet and shy. She hates fighting, but she will if she or her clanmates are threatened. She is swift on her paws and can outrun most cats. She loves to climb things: rocks, trees, whatever. Dewdrop has patience for everyone, even her enemies. She believes that everyone has good in them, they just have to uncover it.
Kestrelsong
Redemption'
Namesake derived from her frail, articular form, she was born a fragile kit, bones as long and thin as the bird that shares her calling and covered in markings that were all too similar to the speckled breast of the kestrel. Her frame is lithe and slender, sparrow-boned and elegant in both appearance and movement. Coated from head to toe in a base paint of medium taupe, her pelt is an artist’s canvas, vibrant, sprained and tempestuous. The fur hugs tightly to her willowy frame, often exposing every sylph-like muscle with even the smallest of movements, acting as a second skin that would bring, many a time in the moons long past, her misfortune and grief. Upon this coat of pallid grey-brown is an overlay of burnt bistre, scorched upon her pelt as if branded by heated iron, dabbed harshly in dark circles and streaks that whisk delicately down from her neck to her tail. A smooth curve outlines the gentle arc of her spine, a camber than runs straight to the end of her tail, upon which lay rings of bistre, varying in width. From the slight curvature of her long neck, starting at the white splotch that lies quietly on her muzzle and seeping downwards, spreading like a flood of burning gamboge over the sky at sunset, is a delicate fawn hue that coats the soft flesh of her belly and the sinewy chest. Her ears are large and rounded, set upon her head, and her eyes, two great orbs of glittering chartreuse, lie deep within her sharp, defined facial features, both harsh and sombre, kind and gentle at any time. She moves as if her bones are made of fragile porcelain, long, elegant stalks that have long lost that awkward lankiness of adolescence and now have gained a wisp-like grace that coats her svelte form. One word could not be used to sum up this tempestuous she-cat, as her mind whirs and tumbles like a hurricane, falling from fierce and hostile to gentle and kind in the space of a few seconds. She is a quiet storm, drifting clouds of dark rage that build within her, but she keeps hushed, quietly, dangerously. Quietly level-headed, rational and sombre, she will be the last to snap in times of confusion and anger, and chooses to calm others and keep the situation from escalating with her ever-tranquil aura and soothing, song-like voice. She has lived long enough to know that time is wasted on words of hate and fight, her fierce green-golden eyes often enough to quiet down even the most boisterous of kits or silence the most raucous of warriors, and will do what she can to avoid the trouble. Stern and solemn, she speaks to many in an almost professional and distant manner, a far cry from the playful apprentice many saw in her younger moons, and prefers to keep a distance from befriending others. An intimidating air often surrounds this she-cat, her silent nods of agreement or greeting enough to dispel any thoughts of approaching her – as she quietly fears – and is an introvert, finding her only happiness in the confines of the forest, far from the camp and isolated from the suffocating breath of her clanmates. But let this be a warning to all that believe her quietness will make her an easy target. She is anything but the weak, fragile ghost of her past, and has grown to become one of the most lethal warriors of the clan, cunning in her moves and cautious with her strikes, known for her slight, agile body and her deathly sharp claws, combined with precise stabs and slashes to bring her opponent down with as little effort as possible.
Dreamwing
xxserenity
If you could shape a dream into a cat, what would it look like? Not a terrifying nightmare that digs its claws of ice deep into your spine and breathes softly against the fur of your neck. Nor a dream of total loss of control, being tossed to and fro through clouds of sensations, filled with a helpless anger. A nice dream, the sort a queen would want her kits to have every night. Dreamwing is beautiful. Her fur is slightly longer than is usual, and soft, but she is not fluffy. It lies smoothly along her back, showing off her slender build, and flows off her flanks. Dreamwing is a tabby, her pelt striped with pale creamy-white and sandy gold. Her eyes are minty green, and have a friendly gleam to them. Dreamwing is a thoughtful cat. She's not logical - her mind wanders freely on random paths, with hardly a concern, until one day she finds the connection between two seemingly unrelated thoughts. Dreamwing can be frustrating at times. In the middle of a conversation she may start daydreaming, her lovely pale green eyes glazing over as she seeks quiet in the depths of her thoughts. She has been called harsh names for the way her concentration suddenly dissipates - the polluter of which are "Cloudhead" and "Scatterthoughts". Dreamwing loves the world insideher head, a world filled with her ruminations, built of stars and waterfalls and clouds. It could be labelled escapism, but Dreamwing doesn't think of it like that. Aside from her habit of letting her mind wander at rather inconvenient times, Dreamwing is a very sweet, almost naive cat. She doesn't know when she's being teased, but if enlightened, will instantly forgive the cat for what they said. Her habit of trusting cats with all her heart is bound to wreck her emotionally one day, but she just lifts her chin up and carries on. Dreamwing always has a bright view of the future, and is forever stating that the sun must set to rise. Some cats find her mindless optimism irritating, but others find it inspirational the way she looks past doubt and sorrow with extraordinary clarity. From her description, Dreamwing might seem like the perfect cat. If you were to tell her that, her whiskers would twitch with amusement, for Dreamwing is far from perfect. Whilst she will put up with harsher teasing with a martyr-like nod, this feline is simply unable to take a joke. She finds no humour in jokes or pranks, viewing them ad very kittenish behavior, unbecoming of an older cat. She has a very superior tone she can put on that makes the most tolerant cats grind their teeth together with rage. Dreamwing is not deficient in hunting or fighting, and ranks as quite an average junior warrior. She found the real world unsatisfactory, so she built herself a new one, a paradise.
Gravityheart
.SilentMist.
Warm, passionate, and loving. Perhaps like a medicine cat, or a.mother of three. But, neither. Gtavityheart isn't open minded, or sensitive. She honest, and very sweet. Polite purpley eyes meet the gaze, promising and protective. Sweet chocolate Brown fur create softness that flows naturally. Not only that, hut her paws are instinctively white. Smokey white, actually. Her father was a tuxedo, mother a chocolate brown. Her best feature is fighting. Honestly, you would think this cat couldn't fight. But yes, she can she's far from Tue best, anyways. Gravitysoul pays attention to things. She knows secrets, lies, and all Tue gossip. She doesn't easedrop, perhaps the other cats are talking to loud? Or she has really good hearing? Yes. Her eats are rather large, odd looking compared to her small silky body. This cat is, however, well fed on WaterClans fresh prey.
Leapardpath
Wildtail9
Always happy.Always knowing just how to cheer a cat up. This is Leapardpath. Born as a rouge, she stumbled upon the clans when she was only 10 moons old. She had only faint memories of her parents, but she did remember. That was the good thing. It was her luck that she found WaterClan. She had a few littermates, but they live elsewhere now. Sometimes she hangs around other cats, wanting to join in thier conversation, but too shy to ask. Leapardpath had sparkling deep green eyes. Her pelt is gray with a few black and brown spots here and there. But her face has a lighter grey, almost white. She is quiet with a soft wisper of a voice, hardly ever shouting. It's the kind that puts you at ease.She had hopes of one day becoming the Clans medicine cat, healing and caring for the Clan. She had undying loyalty, and will fight to the end for her clan.
Seasalt
Rped by qwerty1234567
An average sized tom. His pelt is as white as snow with tiny gray spots everywhere that makes it look like he was sprayed with salt. He also has gray stripe on his legs and tail. His eye color is a shade of deep sea blue. He loves the water and is always swimming from day to night, maybe even, if he tried, he could do it in his sleep, or at least he believes he can. He is a huge Mama's boy, and as a kit, would cuddle next to her, and even then, he wished he could comprehend the words she spoke. He also loves she-cats-- it is his nature, but he shows it more than most. His mother is Rainbowchaser, and he has a few siblings by the names of: Owlscreech, Autumnleaf and Nightinggale, and he loves certain traits about each of them. He likes close relationships, but he doesn't like it when other cats see into his soul.
Lightfeet
Valiantconqueror
She’s stubborn, if anything. Even what’s even worse: She’s pretty. She’s short and lithe, but she’s fast. I wouldn’t put anything past this agile she-cat. It’s easy to underestimate her, but that might as well be the last mistake you’d ever make. She’s feisty and snappy, although, once you’ve gotten used to her bossy attitude you’ll see that underneath it is a kind and gentle she-cat that only wants the best for everyone.
Gingerstreak
Rped By Heathersong981
Small ginger and white she-cat. Ginger is a tough little cat, although she doesn't like getting herself into trouble. Ginger tries hard to meet her clanmates high expectations for a warrior and apprentice, but lacks self-control and sometimes obedience. But, she does really like to hunt and play around too. Ginger is also very driven and ambitious, she wants to have a full life filled with fun and enjoyment, and she hopes to live a long life, longer than most of her clanmates. Ginger also wishes to have a mate and kits that will follow after her ambitious and driven ways and be born strong and willing to do anything for their clanmates. Ginger is so screened into her own life that she hardly pays attention to other cats and what they say negatively about her. She takes a moment to push it out of her mind and go on with her own business.
ReguardlessCatastrophe
littlesnowpelt
A cat with kindness in his heart. With gentle blue eyes and two shades of brown in his fur, light and dark, this muscular tom looks just like his real mother, Primrose. The only difference is his tail is darker than hers. Raised by Aquarain, he became a nice gentleman. He's very trustworthy and your secrets will always be safe with him. Brave and loyal, his goal in life is to protect his sisters and clanmates around him. Always active, he rarely gets tired and never backs out of a fight. He hates to shed blood from other cats, but if he has to, he will. He hardly ever has problems, making life easier for him. When he does have a problem, he usually just wants to be alone. When others have problems, he always has some way to fix them.
Kingcrown
Masqueradetrick
At times we don't know what our lives. Some have to work for everything in their life. Others are simply handed out their fortunes on a silver spoon. Kingcrown is a cat who never had to work for anything. In fact he was the one who sits around and waits for others to cater to him. But once he grew up, he decided to do more with his life. Kingcrown is determined and loving. But the utmost brave too.
Sunrose
Masqueradetrick
Beauty is beheld on those with golden hearts. But not always. There is those with impure hearts that hold outer beauty like no other. Sunrose, she is one of those cats. She is a white she cat with orange splatters on her fur. Within the orange, there are dark burnt orange stripes in them. Her eyes are crimson pink, and deep with emotion. But Sunrose is a cat who is self centered. Coming from the pampered life of a kitty pet, Sunrose was the type to get all she ever wanted. Her brother Kingcrown was the same. They came to Waterclan together. Joining had been easy with her charm. But overall, she really doesn't do much for the clan.
Cherrysplatter
Cherrysplatter
bio: Cherrysplatter is beautiful, graceful, and could have any tom she wants. A long hair white she cat with red patches all over. Cherrysplatter has bright green eyes. She is tiny, but don't lent that fool you she is tough. She was born a loner. Her mom left at the doorstep of a twoleg house. They took her in but they used cat for fighting. She was only a moon or two old when she was put up agaist an huge tom. the tom refused to kill her, so the tom was killed. Later she found another cat her age, at that time she was 10 moons old. They fell in love and ran away. But a dog found them and killed the tom. She left again. Cherrysplatter found a rouge gang and there she fell in love again. This time she told this tom that she was going to have kits. He left her. The toms friend loved her. That tom came to live with her, but when she had the kit that tom killed them all. Cherrysplatter ran. She came to clan territory. No clan wanted her until she came to WaterClan. They saw her swiftness and cunningness as an advantage. Charrysplatter fell into a sense of comfort in WaterClan. WaterClan is her new home. Her only home. Still Cherrysplatter is afraid of ever loving again, she thinks she could never have a mate again.
Wildtail
Wildtail9
Wildtail is a brave, but kind she cat. She had had a long history with the Clans, but had not yet found a place to settle down in for good. Perhaps WaterClan will be that place. Wildtail has a dark brown pelt with long fur that makes her look bigger than she accually is. And piercing green eyes, with an air of power over them. But don't let that fool you. She really is kind and caring. She was born a rouge; she can barely remember her own parents. She remembered the day when they had been attacked by badgers... Her parents had been killed. She, along with her littermates had hid themselves and were forced to watch the act. They led themselves here, to the clans. They all walk in diffrent Clans now. Now, she hopes to be a good Clanmate and friend.
Dewfrost
AvalonSoul567
Imagine a perfect, clear, Green-Leaf morning. You see the fresh blades of grass sprouting from the sodden earth, each showered artfully with little, still drops of dew. This is Dewfrost, just as beautiful and entrancing as a fresh drop of dew. Her silky fur is a clear grey, with a splatter of white on the tip of her long, elegant tail. She has always gotten second glances from the toms, but this she cat, surprisingly, despises the looks of longing from them. She just glares at them icily with her bright blue gaze, which just seems to attract them even more. Her eyes are slightly large for her face, but they work to her advantage. They're each like huge, crystaline drops of dew, always catching the sunlight in the most surprisingly radiant of ways. Dewfrost was born here in Waterclan, her parents abandoning her at birth, the reason unknown. She was just slid into another litter, feeding off of the foreign Queen's milk. She has always had a gaping hole within her heart, it never being filled with what was meant to be- The love and adoration of her parents. So Dewfrost seeks a tom to fill in the gap, a tom who loves her for who she is, not for her looks. Yes, her alluring appearence would contribute some, but Dewfrost wants her pure heart and soul to catch their attention. So here she is, still searching her life for the one tom that will change her life forever.
Leapingflames
Rped by xIntoxicatedDreams
Fire is dangerous. It packs quite a potent bite. Flames are the enemy of nature, the destroyer, the bringer of death. So why did such a name happen upon such a sweet she-cat? Well, she is quite energetic. And her pelt is a flurry of color. A shimmering ginger highlighted with red around her face, paws, and tails. She does, in fact, appear to be flames leaping through the night. Her eyes are a leafy green, browned at the edges as if it were seared. And though she is sweet and quite, her claws pack quite a punch. She would never use them unless necessary, of course. Never. But you shouldn't mess with her. Don't taunt her, don't tease her. Don't even think about ripping into her loved ones. Because the sweet outer layer masks a vicious she-cat. It's as if she is two cats, and in part that is true. Leapingflames unfortunately suffers from multiple personality syndrome. Most of the time she is calm and caring, but if you push her over the brink, she will turn into something out of nightmares. Sometimes her personalities conflict, and she will begin to argue with herself. And the others don't often come near her. To them, she is a freak. She doesn't mind, however. She doesn't quite care what others think of her. Though it is a pity that such a sweet little she-cat had to be marred by a demon lurking within.
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Stormpaw[strike]
Cheap-Carny-Ride
Stormstrike. This rough-looking tom cat had gloomy, storm cloud-grey fur, which was adorned with even darker, black-as-night stripes. His eyes were a vibrant striking silver color; they were like two little flashes of lightning in the middle of a sea of dark gray storm clouds. Stormstrike was true to his name. Just as lightning can strike swiftly and quickly, this tom could strike at any moment. He had a sharp, merciless tongue that could spout out sarcastic or callous remarks in the blink of an eye. Parallel to having a sharp, quick-to-strike tongue, Stormstrike also had malicious and ruthless battle tactics. He never wast bound by the warrior code and has broken it countless times. Even though he's a Waterclan cat, Stormstrike never really appreciated the water as much as the rest of the clan did. If he was hot, he'd much rather rest in the shade than get his fur wet. Stormstrike was an undoubtedly good worker with a ton of stamina, but he only did what he felt like doing and nothing more. He loved acting. He could always pick a fight when he was younger and then, if no one had been watching, act like the other cat was the bad guy in their situation. Stormstrike was definitely manipulative, as well. Sometimes he takes pleasure in seeing what he can make other cats do a littler with his two sisters, Lilykit and Snowkit. His mother is Wishmoon and his father is Lynxheart. His parents were both even-tempered, loyal, and respectable cats, which makes others wonder how Stormstrike got to be the way he currently is. To be completely honest, Stormstrike had been this kind of cat the second he took his first breath.
Mentor: Denimstar
Lilypaw(Lilystep)
Rped by Analise
This light ginger she-cat was named after the vibrant l-looking flower, although her fur color is a lighter than the flower. She is covered in slightly darker, barely noticeable stripes and has white paws. The she-cat is a bitsmaller than most other kits her age and his usually mocked for it. Somewhat insecure about her size, she is always trying to improve on something, such as her strength, to prove her self-worth, but has yet to realize that she excelt at plotting and more mental activities. Always wanting to be the best, she feels like a failure if she isn't numero uno. Lilykit mostly keeps to herself and is normally quiet scrcastic, but around the right cats, she can be very outoing. Her sibling are Stormkit and Snowkit, and her parents are Wishmoon and Lynxheart.
Mentor- Brightcloud
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Glowheart
raspy2
White fur. Blue eyes. Big heart. What most cats think when they think of Glowheart. She is a caring mother and an amazing sister. Glowheart loves to hunt and help her clan in any way she can. She loves to teach t