Leader:
Razorstar
Cardinal
A young, petite she-cat with soft, long gray fur mottled with black and white splotches. She has large, almond shaped but fairly rounded eyes, brilliantly azure colored and ringed heavily in black. Her body is smoothly shaped and curvaceous, and she steps lightly and elegantly. Silken tongued, she's gained much respect from her clan by Text-Enhance">mates in her few years of life. She's capable of joking, but the majority of the time is completely serious. She's never been especially playful, and doesn't typically lighten up unless she's in the company of kits. Her effeminate build makes her popular among gentlemen, but she has by Text-Enhance">no interest in taking a mate, though she takes on a maternal role to many of the younger cats in the clan and would undisputedly be a good mother. Her top priority lies in taking by Text-Enhance">care of her clan, and is more than willing to break rules to do what's right or defend those whom she loves. While she does not appear vicious, it doesn't take much for her to command the attention of her clan, she's a talented speaker and uses it to her advantage.
Deputy
Crescentdawn
*Jaypaw*
Imagine snow,a wide stretch of snow over by Text-Enhance">open plains. by Text-Enhance">Now on that snow stretched plain, imagine by Text-Enhance">stripes of ashes. Then on the snow stretched plain with the stripes of fallen ash imagine long shadows, shadows that are dark and black. Then you see the gleam of by Text-Enhance">green, forest green with yellow spirals, like a golden leaf spiraling to the ground in front of a by Text-Enhance">background of a green forest. by Text-Enhance">Now imagine all of this on a cat. Green forest, yellow swirl eyes, and a striped plain on snow white fur. She has a by Text-Enhance">plume of a grey-white tail with a black tip. On her ears are tufts of grey. When most cats see her that is what they describe, and this is just six words that describes how she is. Determined, Strong,Compassionate,Even Tempered, and Wise. Six words that describe this she-cat, six words that mean everything to her. Crescentdawn has led a simple life, born in Waterclan as a kit. Well, like most cat's her mother and father died when she was an apprentice. Then trained as an apprentice and was as happy as anyone when she recieved her warrior name. She never tried to become Deputy or Co-Deputy, though she always had a little hope. She always thought she was kind of a follower, and not the leader. She always has worked hard to be the best cat she could possible be, never thinking that would lead to deputyship. She would feel weird, when she would see the flash of respect in other cats eyes, and to be talked to respectfully.She was the one who always talked to others respectfully. She always had her eyes on the ground, and by Text-Enhance">now that had to change. She has always been such a compassionate she-cat, she was always determined to feed, and protect the clan that she loves. Even as a young warrior, she has a lot of experience and she is quite wise in certain categories. by Text-Enhance">Now that she is older, she tries to be more serious. She still likes to be humorous, when it is needed and when she think's a little joke is necessary. With her wide eyes, they seem to by Text-Enhance">melt you. Even when shes gone she still seems to be in by Text-Enhance">your mind. When she talks her soft voice, has a small edge. A edge that makes you remember her the by Text-Enhance">next time your going to do something bad. She has some toms tripping over their paws to get to her but, she turns them down softly. She has to admit, that she was always a flirtatious she-cat when she first became a warrior. Now she has matured, and she wants to find a mate that actually loves her instead of tripping over their paws over her beauty. Deep inside theres that, leadership in her heart. She never thought she would try, or become a Deputy, so she put aside the small blossom of that thought. When she grew, so did the blossom so she started trying. Crescentdawn has always been a swimmer, a runner and a tree climber, she enjoys helping her clan anyway possible. She uses her litheness for her own good.
Apprentice : Peacockpaw
Medicine Cat
Taintedglass *
Rp’d by Black♠Veil
Tainted... Colored in shadows and smothered in dust. She was unwanted, just another page in a story book that had been left on the shelf. Taintedglass is a strong-headed she-cat... but she never made her way to the surface. Constantly scratching for what she deserved. Her paws bloody and her claws broken off. The hard rocks that she spent her whole life scratching upon wore her down. She spent her kidhood, never getting what was hers, nor what she earned. Only what she didn't want. But to stop with the metaphors and give you the real picture, Taintedglass was born into a family of 1 sibling. Her mother died while giving birth to their little sister, who was never successfully born. Well, to be honest, she was a still-born. Taintedglass was too little to remember her sister, but her father used to tell her stories about her. Taintedglass' brother, Bleedingheart, was more damaged by the loss of his little sister. So when he grew up to Warrior age, he left WaterClan. Taintedglass stayed, with her father in his aging years. She was loyal and was honored to be apart of this community that she was in. She was having, for once, something going right in her life. Until that dark day… The day her father passed away… Taintedglass was in an everlasting shadowy cloud. It wrapped its long, broken claws around her and tried to engulf her in its dark crevices. She was broken, her paws were once again bloody and her claws broken off. Taintedglass lived until a storm cloud. Until the day the sun came out and the flowers blossomed. Her first new-leaf... It was brighter, happier and the cats buzzed more and the Clan bustled about. The second day of new-leaf, the Medicine cat passed away and the Medicine Cat apprentice took the position. But the new medicine cat couldn’t handle the pressure. The stress of the Clans well being resting on their shoulders, so, within a few days, the Medicine Cat stepped down. Leaving the Clan without a Medicine Cat or a Medicine Cat Apprentice. So the Leader chose a Medicine cat out of the warriors and a Medicine cat out of the apprentices. Taintedglass was chosen. It was by far, the brightest day in her life. Something else has gone her way, had blessed her. StarClan maybe had high hopes for her. To this day, Taintedglass heals the Clan with a blessed paw, lead by StarClan. She knows the code, she only needs the ability to follow it. She isn’t willing to break the code, she fears to do so. She is a brave she-cat with a reason to live and a reason to wish for her dreams. Taintedglass had a rough beginning, but the glass was smoothed. She can rest at night, knowing her father is happy in StarClan with her mother, and her brother is probably better off because he’s happier. She longs to see him again, like a reunion. But she can’t take time off from her duties to meet him, unless, of course, he came to her.
Medicine Cat Apprentice
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* = Safe From AC
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.
Mistybreeze *
Warragira
Mistybreeze is a silver-gray she-cat with sky-blue eyes. She is slender for a WaterClan cat, but her fur is thick and sleek like her clan-mates. She is elegant and graceful in or out of the water. Like her clan-mates, she has no fear of the water and enjoys swimming. She is good at fishing. She can climb trees, but she can't go any higher than the mid-height of a tree or else she will get too scared to climb any higher and she will immediately get down. She is wise, intelligent, thoughtful, and contemplative. But don't let her contemplative nature fool you;she will protect WaterClan's territory and her clan-mates at any cost, while still following the Warrior Code. Mistybreeze always thinks before she speaks. Her appearance attracts toms, but she is a little shy and reserved. Hopefully, she will overcome her shyness around a tom she likes and find a mate to have kits together.
Ashenfox *
Cardinal
A petite young she-cat, just recently made a warrior; her pelt is a bit bizarre, at the tip of each hair is a dark, silver color, but towards the base of her coat, it's pale ivory. Her eyes are unusually large, even for a cat, and are angular in shape, and pale green in color. The rims of her eyes are unsually dark, and her muzzle protrudes a bit more than what is normal for a cat, which contributed to the suffix of her name, in addition to her long, fluffy tail; despite her fox-esque appearance, she's rather attractive, and receives quite a bit of attention from both genders. She's notorious for her flirtatiousness, and has no intention of settling down any time soon.
Pumpkinbreeze
CottanCandii
Rather robust, Pumpkinbreeze has a large feeling to him either way. He has a rich voice and warm brown eyes that immediately make you feel relaxed and happy. It's almost impossible to find this tom in a bad mood. Don't mistake him for being an idiot however, he is very intelligent. Some people seem to mistake cheeriness with stupidity, but Pumpkinbreeze feels like it's something that makes you run - like food and water and shelter. You just need some happiness. He received his name because of his vibrant orange fur and his speed. A very stealthy and swift tom, in the water or out of it. Unlike a lot of his clan-mates, he isn't very nervous about climbing into trees, although going too high does make him a tad bit nervous.
Rainbowchaser *
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-
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.
Apprentice: Primepaw
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Desertstorm
RPed by nataliejay4397
Desertstorm is an odd tannish-colored Nebelung with brown eyes. He has slightly longer legs than most cats that help him jump really well. He is very loyal and good-hearted. He is also very brave and smart. His mother was a kittypet who died of old age and his father is a rogue. It was unknown whether his father is a live or not. Which is why his sister Cactusrose left the clan to try and find him. Desertstorm tried to track her down and stop her, but a fox got to her first. Now he has no kin left and only lives for his clan.
Littlebird *
Black♠Veil
A grey, soft pelt with black streaks down it. Some white is weaved into her silky, fluffy pelt. Light blue eyes like the sky in the morning. A perfect tail, long enough for her body and thin enough to match her fur. Her paws are white with grey and black spots, the opposite of her pelt. This description describes Littlebird. She is a beautiful she-cat though she has a low self-esteem. She doesn't trust other females, she has spent her life with males, she prefers the lesser amount of drama that inflicts with the toms. When she was little, her mother was very ill. She never left her nest and was eventually made an elder, because she could no longer help with Clan duties. Littlebirds father, however, was constantly working and doing his best to support the Clan. Yes, he didn't have a lot of time for Littlebird and her siblings, but he always came back to camp with food for them and love. Littlebird loves her mother, but she was so ill, that she could not be there for Littlebird. This made her angry, and turn away from her mother. This was because Littlebird and her siblings spent their /entire kithood taking care of their mother when it should have been the other way around. Her father helped them take care of their mother and he also took care of them. Littlebird loved her father and trusted him. Until one leaf-bare... Littlebirds father was tired of caring for her mother, so he turned away from his whole family. He didn't want to be with them anymore, he threatened to leave. This crushed Littlebird, it sent her into ruins. She wanted to die. But her father stayed, once he realized that everything he said was wrong, and he should not have said it. It crushed Littlebird, but it crushed her mother the most. The tom that she had grown to love didn't love her anymore. She was sent into depression for years. She didn't trust him, or believe him, or love him. How could she when he broke her heart like that? She had no reason to love him. But Littlebirds father said that he loved her mother again, that he was never leaving, that he wouldn't stop trying to fix what he broke. Littlebird began to /slowly trust him again. But she is still scared, every single day that he will leave. She cries at night, in her nest while she tries to rest. She cries because she knows that one day, when she is older and has her own family, one of her parents will leave the other. To this day, her parents fight, her mother cries and her father feels guilty. But Littlebird is still hurting, her heart cracks every time she remembers, every time her parents fight... But for some reason, she still trusts toms more than she-cats, even though toms were the ones that hurt her. Besides the fact that her father wanted to leave, Littlebird found out that her mother was pregnant with Littlebirds little sibling. They were so happy, but her father did not want another kit. Littlebirds mother went to the medicine cat for a check up, but her heart was yet again smashed and walked upon. The kit had never developed past the second week. She was 6 weeks along. The kits heart was still beating, but in a way, it was dead. Littlebirds mother was broken, she had always wanted another kit or two. This sent her into another year period of depression. Littlebird did not want to have the same story as her mother, she wants to be loved, forever, unlike her mother. She wants a tom to look at her and want her to be his. She wants a tom whom cares for her and would put his life on the line for her, who will adore their kits and never do anything to hurt them, ever. Littlebird searches for that tom everyday, but she is a little side-tracked with the rest of her life.
Rushblitz *
Masqueradetrick
Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get. That statement, however silly it may be, is true. Born in a litter of just two kits, Rush was her original name. The little black kitten was swift on her white paws. Her eyes blazed like fire. Rush. But she was never her brother Cloud. He was always seen as a prince among the little band of cats she called family. While this family was supposedly evil, Cloud and Rush were not. In attempt to make her brother turn evil, they killed their mother and heavily wounded Rush. She blacked out in time to not witness her brothers sins. When she awoke her brother had dragged her to the forest, treating her wounds. A black and white she cat soon appeared, Pandachime, and took them back to Waterclan. Although reasonably young, both cats were given warrior names. Cloudedrune and Rushblitz.
Apprentice : Creekpaw
Silvermist *
Theoretically
Similar to the way WaterClan's Camp is constantly shrouded in fog, Silvermist is constantly shrouded in mystery. From her origins to her alliances, there are things about her no one knows. Her presence within her home is rare, and when she does occupy some space within the Camp, not a single feline realizes it. Perhaps it's because of her appearance, or perhaps it's because of her silence - either way, it is not clear what makes her so unnoticeable. Whilst she is beautiful in her own way, not many regard her strange allure. She is thin, with a willowy frame that seems to move with the wind. Just barely covering her skinny build is a pelt of soft, almost translucent, pale grey fur. Her eyes are a queer color, the color of a tossed pebble in a stream - a murky blue-grey color that you grow to adore after time. Although she is not particularly social, Silvermist is hardly antisocial. She is simply an observer, waiting to make her move.
Ghostchamber *
Masqueradetrick
Many cats are born on the streets everyday. Some go rough gangs and others a simplistic life. Ghostchamber was one of those cats in a gang. A group perhaps for better words. With the name of Ghost, he was low ranking cat. He does all the dirty work. Well did. Ghostchamber was often made fun of. He is white cat with black points, meaning his face, paws and tail are black against the white. Having a slender body made him look feminine. Yet he was strong and fast, that cats knew. They laid off of him most of the time. Ghostchamber was always so secretive. He didn't like the group so most of the time he went off their land to explore the more humble side of the city. Being and quiet and rather shy, he didn't speak to many. One day though he met a family of Egyptian Mau cats. The mother of the kits was fretting over her lost son Cheetah. He had been gone for a month or two and the mom had given up hope. Ghostchamber has a empathy level and spoke to her on many occasions, helping her through the time when her kittens were to be sold, as they were kittypets. Upon going back to the base one day, he saw a commotion going on. A brown tabby and a young Egyptian Mau tom were caught by the group. Ghostchamber was ordered to keep the tom kit under control. He knew this was Cheetah. He let him go. The she cat however,was murdered. The boss of the group flared a temper within Ghostchamber who lashed out at them. He fled after words, to the forest. He lived there for moons on his own. Until one day he was told Cloud, the son of the boss, lived in the clans now as a healer. He found him in Waterclan. Ghost, he took the name Ghostchamber. Cloudedrune and him are close, best friends in fact. Both sharing hatred towards their birth place.
Cloudedrune *
Masqueradetrick
Singing from the heavens announced the birth of a tom cat. He was destined for destruction. He was born into a group who valued hatred and blood. And he was to take on the world with him at the head. This gang lived within the city that Avalon Everlasting once had. But the small group never had a name or leader. Nor did the others know about them. They were simply a pinch of dust. No more than 10 cats in the group. The day Cloudedrune was born, he was given the name Cloud for the two cloud looking markings under his icy blue eyes. He is a gray colored cat with black spots along his spine. But in all of his handsomeness, he never had much interest in dealings with other cats. In fact he is what you'd call unsocial. He keeps to himself. Which suited him well when he lived in the alleys. But part of him didn't have the darkness others did. He was soft in their eyes. But nobody ever spoke that opinion. That was mainly due to the fact he had a dangerous set of fighting skills. He was the best in the alleys. That is wy they wanted him to lead. But to do so his heart had to be hardened. And so they killed his mother and heavily wounded his sister Rush. Taking out his rage, he attacked the cats who caused harm to his family. Killing them in turn, he took Rush and headed to the forest. On a dime he had to learn and remember basic herb and plant usage. Lucky for him he got everything right. They found their way into a watery territory. Found by Pandachime, the siblings were taken back to Waterclan. Since Rush, now Rushblitz, forgot her fate, Cloudedrune decided to keep his crimes secret. When he first joined he was a Warrior, but time came for a new healer, he tried for the job. And he succeeded. But alas to be a Medicine Cat was to much. He retired early, deciding it wasn't his purpose.
Liquidluck
desiderata.
A humorous smile, and watery clover green eyes, this tom seems to have life going smoothly for him. His features are often relaxed with content, and he has an overall pleasant aura to him. Liquidluck is calm and stately, striding through life with an easy-going, carefree nature. He considers himself to be a feline of luck, as it is quite rare to find him in a bad situation. He holds no regrets, is numb to serious emotions, and is an all-around unnatural warrior who can never see nor except that a situation can go downhill for him.
Secretkit *
Cloudstorm
Life has been kind to Cloudstorm, ever since the day of his birth. Born with no defects that he knows of, this clouded white tom is the picture of innocence. Tall, with immense amounts of snowy fur, Cloudstorm knows no borders but his own, and prefers to be in the company of his own Clanmates, feeling rather uncomfortable around foreign cats. His eyes are of a bright sky blue colour, and though they sometimes film over in thought with a milky grey, making some cats think that he's blind, Cloudstorm is not blind. He can see as well as any other cat, and perhaps even a little better. Strong and courageous, this massive tom enjoys being kind to others and taking care of his friends.
Eveningsnow *
Secretkit
t A she-cat of decided beauty and strength, Eveningsnow is a slender black she-cat, with a thin frame and delicate build. Her legs are long, almost as though she is a spider, and her dark cobalt blue eyes are ferocious, her every emotion betrayed through their liquid flickers. She doesn't waste time exchanging pleasantries, but often enjoys talking with her Clanmates and leader. Elegant and charming, though with a hint of suspense, Eveningsnow is the perfect friend and Clanmate, always there to back you up and battle, and support you in life.
Shadedequinox *
Emberwish
Green eyes, that have never seen. His eyes have never seen the color of dawn, after being born with a disability. Yes, Shadedequinox was born blind. His eyes have been both a curse and a gift. Being blind, he has never seen the darkness of the world. He'd never seen hate, only heard it. He'd never seen the looks he was given, only heard the dark taunts. And he's okay with that. His dual-toned green eyes have saved him. They've also cursed him, making it even harder to survive. It made it so that he had to fight to learn, had to work harder to understand. He had to develop reflexes, learn to rely on his ears and nose instead of his eyes. It was a bit of a challenge, but well worth his wile. Now, he feels he's just as good as any other warrior, maybe better. He had to learn in a way that more than challenged him, almost broke him, and it made him stronger. Shadedequinox is a burly brown tabby tom, with a pelt so dark it seems to be almost black. His personality isn't as dark, though. He strives to be the best possible, but that's basically it. He is pretty even tempered. Other than being blind, he really isn't that special, though. No sparks in personality. Ohwell. Nothing wrong with being an average Joe?
Frostedheart *
Emberwish
Big dreams, big imagination, cold heart. Frostedheart would have gone far in his clan, had it not been for his cold, emotionless amber eyes and his dry sense of humor. Frostedheart is the only remaining kit from a litter of three, his sister, Emberspark killed in battle and his brother, Acornpaw, dying of whitecough. Maybe that is what made the grey tom so cold-hearted. Maybe it was the death of his own mate, Sinistersmile. No one really knows but one day, this brutal tom snapped, and no one could do anything to stop it. His gray fur is torn and tattered, covered in scars, but he prides in them, they are a show of his stregnth. Frostedheart dosen't wish to start over and woulnd't tell you if he had regrets. He is a very prideful tom and disgraces cats who see him differently. Frostedheart misses his brother and sister, but no one knows, he's to tough to be seem with anything other than anger in his heart and determination in his veins.
Apprentice: Sullenpaw
Sunsetfeather *
Emberwish
Sunsetfeather... Such a beautiful name so unfit for this cat's personality.Bossy, Talkative, and has this terrible, screechy high-pitched voice that would make milk curl.Big-headed, vain, and too proud for own good.The truly only good thing about her is that she's loyal and is good for getting cats to do what she what, when she wants it.Pelt like the pure golden sun, and eyes the like sunset, hues if pink, orange, red, and yellow all swim around in her eyes.Irritating and is always wants to know the latest gossip, she's.. A VERY interesting character to be around.Sweet and passionate in the inside, no one has found this part of her yet, which cat will do this?
Ripplewave *
*Jaypaw*
Water, is calm and sometimes when you see water a small thing disturbs it and sends ripples. While waves, they crash upon the shore, and if you don't watch your step it'll drag you out to the sea and swallow you. Well, let's say this is Ripplewave. He is a blue-grey tom with deep blue eyes, sometimes he is calm and serious trying to do the best he can for his clan. Other times, his temper changes and it's like crashing on the shore, it pulls the cats in. He's had a hard life. He was living alone in the forest, his mother and father died when he was a kit, and he has two sisterrs, Crescentdawn, ad Pebbledust. Together they found they're way to Waterclan and joined. When he fights, or when it comes to the crashing waves, that is when they come out. He fights with the force of the waves, crashing them to the ground. He is muscular, and lithe at the same time, his muscles, and fur ripples like water as he runs. He's as fluid as water, making it easy to weave through trees. He has very strong back legs, and he enjoys swimming. You think how, is he related to Pebbledust, and Crescentdawn when he looks nothing like them? Well, he looked more like his father then his mother. Ripplewave is of course jealous of his younger sister, but he get's over it. He knows that she would be far a more better Deputy then himself. He is proud of his sister. But, he feels left out when he is said he isn't their siblings, but if you look very closely you can see the similarities.
Silvermist *
.:Crimsons:.
Similar to the way WaterClan's Camp is constantly shrouded in fog, Silvermist is constantly shrouded in mystery. From her origins to her alliances, there are things about her no one knows. Her presence within her home is rare, and when she does occupy some space within the Camp, not a single feline realizes it. Perhaps it's because of her appearance, or perhaps it's because of her silence - either way, it is not clear what makes her so unnoticeable. Whilst she is beautiful in her own way, not many regard her strange allure. She is thin, with a willowy frame that seems to move with the wind. Just barely covering her skinny build is a pelt of soft, almost translucent, pale grey fur. Her eyes are a queer color, the color of a tossed pebble in a stream - a murky blue-grey color that you grow to adore after time. Although she is not particularly social, Silvermist is hardly antisocial. She is simply an observer, waiting to make her move.
Stingingdeath *
SeepingStone
Bio: You don't want to ever cross this kitty's path! Stingingdeath is a gorgeous black she cat with a white spot on the tip of her tail. Her eyes are to die for! Bright blue green eyes that looks like pools straight from the ocean. She can be sweet and loving one minute and a living nightmare the next. So don't ever get on her bad side unless you want to feel the fury of her claws. As for clan loyalty, she'll be loyal if she feels like it. But for her friends, she'll be loyal to them as long as they never cross her. But if they do, then they're her enemies for life. Toms can't help being attracted to her. She's both beautiful and furious, a combination that attracts them to her. Stingingdeath knows this and uses this to further her own desires. Who knows? Maybe someday she'll settle down and have a family with one of her many admirers. But then again, maybe not.
Gingerapple *
xx.sapphire
Her alias definitely captures her physical appearance - bright ginger fur coats her petite frame, with shining apple green eyes to match. She is a bittersweet feline, rather crude in her words, but kind in her actions. She never means what she says, and everyone knows that, although her fierce statements still hurt. She doesn't make empty threats - any claim she makes can and will be backed up w