LEADER
FROSTSTAR {QUIETUS}
Roleplayed by CottanCandii
In the beginning he was nothing but a small snowflake, carefree and drifting where ever the wind of his life blew him. As he aged, the winds of time and season shaped and molded and cut him edgily into who he is today- the frost. A frost that's the coldest of the cold and deadliest of them all. The kind of frost that anything it touched seems to draw in on itself to get away, or else it withers into nothing but dust behind him. How could one become like this? Was it because of his half-blood? Maybe some complication in his younger moons? Or was it just that he was always different, reveling in the night and stormy winter days, and always especially the snow. The snow and hail and ice- all so destructive and beautiful. Frostquietus seems to embody the winter, isolation, a cold prowess like a panther. His pelt is a startling and deep white- the color of pure snow, with swirls and stripes of gray and silver like someone painted the scene of a gust of wind whispering across a plain of softly shifting snow. This picture is occasionally slashed with a scar hidden under his thick fur, trophies of old memories best left alone. Once you meet his glacier blue eyes, you may seem completely put off or frozen in the spot. Everything screams cold, danger, predator. But can no one see past that to the innocence he was forced to put behind him? He's different from the hot, flaring love and passion of his clanmates but once you get past the brittle and sharp pain of the cold, you'll find it warms in the most unique way, possessive but special. He covers his hidden feelings with a shell of arrogance and pride, as good a defense as any. As a kit, he was a lonesome but happy figure. Despite being mistreated and occasionally beaten, he always saw a positive side to his life and took comfort in the stillness of the night and the sturdiness of the trees. As he grew older, he finally left his old and bitter parents to themselves and lived by himself as a loner. By the time he was accepted into Fallclan, he was an independent and socially-lacking tom but tried to fit in as best he could before giving up on trying to bend himself into clan life and fell back into patterns he was used to. Treading carefully around everyone else's lives, he slowly became assimilated without noticing it himself until one day Fallclan suddenly really was home for him. A place where he was cared about, and he could care about others. Frostquietus was startled by this realization and quickly snuffed those warm feelings, but quietly explored them in the safety of the forest where he was alone once more. Home? Could this possibly be it? In the heart and center of those so alive, how could he possibly be accepted? This puzzled him until he stopped questioning himself one day and accepted what had now become life for him. Why ponder what your heart already knows?
Mate | Stormstar { deceased }
Kits | Snowkit
Apprentice | Ashpaw
DEPUTY
KIBA
Roleplayed by -Celticmelody-
Have you ever wondered about the cat that was supposed to me the pride of Brio’s kits, Kiba. The tom with the washed out blue eyes that haunted many after his disappearance. His black pelt is slightly long and his size rivals his fathers tufted ears that are light and feathery. Huge, a brilliant fighter after returning to Crowclan. His ebony claws have been the last thing quite a few cats had seen in his reign as a rouge , Crowclan stalker and successor and now as a ghost that wanders, not really belonging to a clan at all. His name meaning Fang. Fitting being that cat that he is. Mercy? He shows very little. Weakness? Are you kidding me? Sorrow? Never. Regret? Maybe. He is a complicated cat to say the least. Much like his father he lives, breathes, and fights Crowclan. His eyes hold the intensity that his fathers did. Often described as blue fire where his fathers were green but just a fierce. He had aspirations to. Leader. Don’t think he could do it because he’s not related? Well think again. His father’s sister Rammy was mate to Ruenstar. He was related and he was waiting for his opportunity to use his relation to its greatest advantage. But enough about all the boring stuff where has he been up until he came back, why did he leave and why did he come back. Well hopefully this will explain it…His black coat reminds every one of the past, Brio, his father, and his father’s death. Kiba couldn’t handle it, the sadness, pity, the looks that he got from the other cats. He left, ran, and he didn’t come back until her was almost a stalker. Of course he hates himself for leaving his siblings to deal with the death on their own him being the one who was supposed to be the strong one. He knew he had to come back but he couldn’t find the courage until one day he met a cat, a russet tom with eyes that sent him into flash backs of his father. They were green, a light green that was rare among cats. He had not liked the cat instantly and that was before he had started questioning him. The cat had asked him if he knew of a clan that lived in the shadows. The tom had said that Kiba had carried the scent of that clan that he had to find. Kiba had said that he did. “Crowclan, you’re looking for Crowclan. Their territory is in that direction.” He had pointed the cat in the right direction and had not followed for a long time. He had wanted to. He wanted to go back and see his siblings and he wanted to be part of Crowclan again. Finally one morning he just got up and started walking and didn’t stop till he was in the middle of the clan’s camp. The junkyard was the same as he remembered it. The dens all in the same place. Cats he knew now grown up. He knew he was home and his siblings were all there besides Howl who had been killed before he had left. He was happy to be home. Until that cat walked out of the stalkers den, the one that he asked him where to find his clan. He went by Salus and was now part of the clan much to Kiba’s disdain. But after that he spotted his sister and he couldn’t have been happier and neither could have Halo. He came to learn that Ruenstar was gone and was to be replaced and he was accepted back into the clan. Being back in the clan has helped has helped that tom get back to who he was and that’s a good thing. He was a die-hard Crowclan member and hated to see anything that goes against Crowclan code. When he rose to power he worked to get Crowclan back to its glory days, he wanted old school Crowclan back. This was all before Crowclans fall. After that he lived in Toxicty with his sister Halo. He misses his power, having been Crowclan Successor. He often prowled the other territories looking for a new home, one where he has the chance of getting his power back. This infurates his sister, the she cat he leaves for long periods of time while looking for this new home. He had felt he had found it so many times only to find he didn't like something. Really he would never find the clan he was looking for, nothing could replace Crowclan in his heart. But he keeps trying, looking for something that would make him stay, a she cat, a deputyship, something more interesting than a life as a warrior. Most of all he wants to keep his name. His father named him and he wasn't going to give it up easily. Kiba. He would always be Kiba. This was the deal breaker for most clans, the name changing. He is Kiba. He is a former cat of the Crow, a dark shadow with a glimmer of blue. He is a damaged cat that is only looking for a home, but would he ever find one?
Mate | none
Kits | none
Apprentice | Spiritpaw
CO - DEPUTY
BRACKENSNAP
Roleplayed by Nettlecrest
Brackensnap is both ordinary and extraordinary at the same time. And most cats wouldn't believe him if he said that. They wouldn't believe anyone if they said that. Because Brackensnap is just a normal light brown tabby tom, with fluffy fur and blended cream ear tips and paws. His eyes are a perfectly normal, if a little icy, pale blue, with silver flecks around the pupil. And just because his claws are unusually long, and he's well-muscled, doesn't make him unusual, or any more special then the other cats. His life has been pretty simple, too. He was born into Fallclan. He didn't know his father, and his mother died at birth, so he was adopted by another mother, who's kits had recently become apprentices. Two of his brothers had died at birth, and that just left him a sister. Dappledivory. He did what any other kit did, in their first six moons of life. When he was apprenticed, along with his sister, Dappledivory, Dappledpaw back then, he was so pleased to no longer be Brackenkit, but Brackenpaw. And he trained hard. His mentor helped him with any problems he may have. He came back from training hot and sticky, and once, he'd overworked himself so hard he caught a cold, which quickly turned into a fever, and he was confined to the medicine cat den for a week, before he was allowed to train again. His fighting skills came on well, and even though he was a quick learner, his hunting skills weren't as good, and needed brushing up with extra training before his assessment. And he passed. So, after five moons of training, he became a warrior. At first he was given the name Brackenswipe, but when he fought bravely in a battle with a broken paw, his name was changed to Brackensnap. And so, in his own way, he had his own honorable moment. And that was enough for him. So, now, you're probably wondering what is so special about him. And that is his ability to move while he has something weighing him down. Whether he's carrying a kit, or an injury, he still, somehow, manages to move swiftly, so avoid getting injured, or at least to avoid getting injured less seriously then he would if he had been hit by full impact. He wants nothing more then his Clan to be safe and happy, and the Clan's kits to grow up without any death in their lives. And he tries to help, if somehow, someone happens to die. He shows his kind, caring, and gentle side. His patient side. And tries his best. He always says that if you try, try, and try again, at least you'll know that you weren't to blame if something went wrong, and that you'd have the most glorious feeling, knowing that you'd tried your best, and could not have done anything more. So overall, Brackensnap is kind, caring, gentle, patient, loyal and fierce in battle. He has a calm and level mind, and always shows mercy, even if the cat has done wrong in his life. He believes that every cat deserves a second chance.
Mate | none
Kits | none
Apprentice | Chasingpaw
MEDICINE CAT
BLUESKY
Roleplayed by Zellix
When an individual thinks of the color blue two things are thought of: water and the sky. Ironically, this she-cat's suffix is 'sky' and she is somewhat a lover of water. Water? Yes, water. Bluesky was a loner for a long time and had been used to the eventual downpours and flooding, not to mention that she found valuable food source in fish from the inflamed rivers. Bluesky's pelt is a light grey color with noticeable dark stripes spread across her body, as well as to white front paws. Her coat in general is rather fluffy that ends with her plumed tail. Originally a kittypet, she is somewhat finicky of mouse bile, but she isn't afraid to touch it if it means to save another cat's life. All Bluesky hopes for is to make FallClan happy with her aiding in the removal of sickness and disease.
MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE
ONYXPAW
Roleplayed by Notsogreen
He is a medium sized pure black tom with blue eyes. He doesn't really like to fight or argue and usually likes to hang around with friendly cats. He hates seeing other cats battle or get injured and enjoys tending to cats or healing them if they are sick. He had always wanted to be a medicine cat unlike most others who want to be warriors. He thinks that the job is fascinating and fun to do. He is very optimistic and has confidence in himself to be able to do his job really well. He knows how to be very gentle with kits and not being to rough to them if they get injured. Even though it is forbidden he would like to have a mate and kits with someone, but he would be happy with just having a lot of friends inside of the clan. He will often ask his clan mates if they will go out and gather herbs with him, so he isn't bored and will have someone to do something with. He isn't very good at fighting or hunting and he has never wanted to learn how to do them any good. He refuses to fight with any cats no matter what has happened.
SENIOR WARRIORS
Morningtree
Roleplayed by CottanCandii
Morningtree has a small delicate seeming body and way of moving smoothly and deliberately, like a shadow slipping over the ground. She's a calico with large eyes of light green blending to a darker forest green, speckled with brown. She's very sweet although may seem a bit closed off or unfriendly when she first meets someone although she doesn't realize it, and often wonders why others seem put off after meeting her. She doesn't have the sharpest tongue or the most brutal way of acting or thinking, but is a deep thinker and tries calculating the best choice of action although she sometimes goes through recklessly and without thought. With a lithe way of moving, she is an excellent hunter and can find ways to get into high places and small spaces. As well as she is with moving, she is very adaptable and tries looking at things from different perspectives to help with any situation, although she can be stubborn occasionally.
Wildpath
Roleplayed by CottanCandii
A large Bengal tom with deep forest green eyes. He's clan born, his whole family line was. Until his sister mated with a rogue and left him alone in Fallclan, with no one left but him in the family. He was always fine, not paying much attention to the non clan born until he was left without his sister. Then he noticed how annoyingly abundant they were, a suffocating amount where ever he looked. It drove him mad, thinking about how his clan could defile their blood with so many worthless outsiders. It drove him to the point where once, when he was out hunting and caught the scent of the rouge that took away his sister, he followed him. He hunted him until he was far enough away no one would hear anything. Then went back to camp, and a few days later his sister came grieve-stricken back to camp saying her mate had left one day and never came back. Of course, Wildpath was there to comfort her and tell her all about how those half-bloods and outsiders can't be trusted, they just use until they get tired and leave. He successfully manipulated his sister to his side, once again become his right paw. They were better than all the rest of those halfbloods and outsiders, and they let the scum know it. They drew others to them, seducing them with whispers of joining forces against all the kittypets and rogues and half-bloods. Dark shadows and voices whisper in his ears, curl around his thoughts, pushing him onward to purify his clan. Wildpath drew others to him with his power and surety in what he was doing. Never faltering, always after his goal. Rid Fallclan of all cats not full warrior blood.
Shadowedflames
Roleplayed by CottanCandii
Once a sweet she-cat, she's a slim and beautifully smooth moving Bengal cat like her brother, Wildpath. Almost an exact replica, only with light meadow green eyes, and very beautiful. Her soft rust colored pelt covered in distinctive Bengal marking, slanted green eyes, and small delicate looking body all seduce others to thinking she's just a pretty she-cat, sweet and kind. Of course she was that once before, before she grew out of her gullibility. She let herself think a rogue actually loved her, a despicable lowly creature. When she left the clan with him and lived on her own with him, she thought everything was alright until one day he left to go out 'hunting' and never came back. Being the idiot that she used to be, she let herself grieve, thinking maybe something happened to him so she ran back to her brother who was waiting for her back at her real home, Fallclan. He comforted her, her reliable and knowing brother, and sadly explained to her how untrustworthy the non pure ones were. She watched him, saw the sorrow and fire in his eyes. He told her his plots, how it was up to them and last remaining pure-bloods to restore Fallclan back to its former glory. Of course Wildpath was right, so Shadowedflames eagerly offered to help him with his cause. She helped him, seducing others to violence against the outsiders and half-bloods, showing them the right path. She's utterly devoted to her brother, he was always there for her and was always right. So of course he couldn't be wrong on this... Of course not.
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WARRIORS
Killingfrost
Roleplayed by CottanCandi
Never the spotlight, but he keeps his piece to himself... for the most part. He's icy, cocky, and snide as could be. He's always in the shadows of his brother, Frostquietus. When will it be his turn to show he's the best? Good is never enough for him, he pushes himself to the limit each time. His practice has showed itself, under his silver dappled pure white fur, you can see the muscles ripple. Despite being a huge tom, he has the silent and well-practiced movements that are second nature to him. He seems like the perfect, outstanding warrior except for the fact he can never be satisfied. Its what draws on him each day, darkening his spirit and despairing him. Killingfrost was once a loner, and his body is scarred from many skirmishes he had before joining the clan. His light blue eyes are stony, icy, and impassive. Good luck ever trying to get into his shell. Forced from a young age to always protect himself and be on the alert, he never had the time to be a young cat and enjoy life. He still harbors some very secret other insecurities and an inner innocent heart he hides from his clan mates. He will forever be the Killingfrost, striving for perfection, never knowing the true meaning of it.
Nobiliscustos
Roleplayed by Spottedfire54
Just wakin' up in the morning and to be well, quite honest with ya', I ain't really sleep well. Nobility and honor are two things you must earn by your actions, and those two things are his life goal. Not respect, not fame, just honor and nobility. Ya' ever feel like you train of thought's been derailed? He has. Being born during the era of the fullbloods, life was harsh. He and his siblings were barely able to leave the nursery without encountering a fight between their clanmates. Life was terrible and it was only getting worse. The one who stood up and tried to protect his littermates was valiant little Nobiliskit. His name means "The Noble Guardian" and many believe he was named after his father Nobleflight because he is basically an exact replica. Same large ears, same black fur, same golden eyes, same white splash on his chest, if he was larger and older it would be nearly impossible to tell the two apart. The one thing that differs between the two is their personalities. Nobilis is valiant, loyal, selfless, noble and honorable. He would rather himself die than others and always is the one to jump to someone else's protection when needed. Also quiet and reserved, he tends to keep away from others instead of making friends like his siblings. Well-built, he is better at fighting than he is at hunting and often messes up when it comes to stalking or prowling. Most of the time he is away from the camp, training himself to the limit. At times he has been labeled as a perfectionist and that's perfectly fine with him because haters are gonna hate. Half the population's just waiting' to see me fail. Since he's the son of the Co-Deputy and has five other siblings, many cats don't expect him to go far like the others will. It may be true, but no matter what he will not let other get him down.He is a calm mannered cat and doesn't let his emotions bubble up that easily. It's not like him to be rude and if he ever is you'll know instantly that something is bothering him. Like a shadow he'll disappear into the darkness only to reappear somewhere else, his quiet attitude helping out there. The only time he'll speak up loud is when he's being protective. He tries his hardest to stay near his two sisters Umbra and Samudracoral to make sure they're safe, but every once in awhile he strays from their sides to live his own life. Quite adventurous, it's not uncommon to find his pawprints outside of the camp and in new areas. Intelligent and quick-witted, he thinks of ways to get out of situations easily and sometimes is hard to get a hold of. He likes competition at times and wouldn't mind bonding with others if it wasn't for being reserved like he is. Maybe one day someone will find a way to crack his quiet shell and let the world see the true Nobiliscustos. Gonna live life 'til we're dead. Give me scars, give me pain. Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me; there goes the fighter, there goes the fighter. Here comes the fighter, that's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me, this one's a fighter.
Nightmagick
Roleplayed by Cottancandii
Ever been by the ocean at night? No one around but you, the breath of the wind battering against you, raising goosebumps on your arms as you head further into the tingling warm water. Its so hypnotizing, everything lit alive but in a silent, pullingly beautiful way. Hear the draw and crash of the waves along the shore, the water tugging and pushing against you, lulling you in further, inviting you to dive in and taste all it has to offer, all that power under its dark surface. The stormy but calm gray clouds behind that long stretch of rippling water, the moon's pregnant weight hanging in the sky and illuminating, electrifying, magnifying everything. The raw beauty of nature, water and wind and lunar spirits all twining together to make this one perfect scene each night, wrapping and staining you with its salty, lovely scent. Nightmagick seems to hold all this in her; on her; through her- she is the night. You look into those dark, hypnotizing blue depths of her eyes and you'll see the call of the sea there, what her heart longs for. You hear her voice, fresh and deep in an unusually feminine way; the calling of the waves for you to come closer, just to press you away again. You brush against her pelt, velvety black kissed with silver, moonlight permanently claiming her as its night sky. She's enigmatic and a silent beauty, from lands far away. Her past is one that is lonesome, but filled in a way only one with a true calling to a certain place or person could feel. Her heart is open, but it's still difficult to find space for another love other than the one of her past that she was forced to leave, and now still longs for. Who could ever replace the calming winds, the enveloping warm water, the spice of that night magic?
Ripplereflection
Roleplayed by Spottedfire54
Frost. It is the first thing that comes to mind once you catch sight of this she-cat. The snowy white fur that coated her lithe frame isn't thick - but it isn't exactly fine, either. It is overshadowed by a very thin layer of gray across the tips of each little hair, giving her the illusion over being coated in a small layer of ash. Striking icy blue orbs are fized upon her keen triangular-shaped face, always sharp and never clouded. Although she was welcomed into the clan as the age of a warrior, the truth is she was truly born into the clan. Born to the warrior Divingotter and Lapisleaf, she was the only surviving kitten of the litter but had been the weakest. Around the age of being an apprentice, she left the clan because of the fighting that was erupting amongst the members of the clan, and she could not manage seeing all the corruption. Returning after many moons, it was obvious she had grown into a very attractive and skilled cat. Excelling as a huntress and fighter, she soon found her rank amongst her clanmates once again. Quick-witted and agile, she is as a highly formadible opponent in battling and while hunting. Although she seems like a good warrior through-and-through, she truly isn't. Part of the time she can be selfish and bratty, her tongue being as sharp as her claws at times. Intrusive and inattentive, it seems that she cares more about other's business more than her own. Having a contrasting personality is what she's known for best, and there are some rumors of her being bipolar. Although she can be rude at times, she also has a slightly benevolent side that she rarely shows, especially around others. Bipolar or not, this is Ripplereflection.
Whisperingbrook
Roleplayed by .:Featherheart:.
A timid and shy she-cat, she is a silvery color with crystal blue eyes and long fur. She usually won't start a conversation and often has a hard time talking to anyone, often afraid to make a fool of herself. She was once a loner but she was too young to remember what happened to any of her family members. All she remembers is being a kit in FallClan. She is a deep thinker and sometimes a day dreamer, with a lovely voice, like a quiet brook. She is well tempered an patient, losing some of her shyness when she comes across a kit but it gets worse around toms. If youngster he time to get to know her she will do her best to be the best friend she can be. She enjoys the water but doesn't dare going any farther than her paws, unless her life depends on it. Despite being she she loves to be with cats and loves listening to them. Sometime of she is really comfortable around the cat they'd have a descent conversation without her worrying if they like her or not.
Leopardscreech
Roleplayed by CottanCandii
He has a thin, wiry-muscled body with long limbs; made more for running than for climbing the trees found in the mountains he was raised in. He still makes for a speedy hunter with agile movements; graceful where other toms are the type with ruthless beauty. Some would say that he's flamboyant, other times stoic, serious, dreamy, teasing. The diamond with the most facets is the most exquisite - is it not? When others ask which is the real Leopardscreech, he just laughs. They should know that not even he knows the answer to that question. Despite his confusion over his true personality, one thing that remains above all is his naive mind and adoration of just about anything with a pulse. He can fall madly in love with a she-cat before finding a new infatuation a week or so later; which is probably a good thing. His infatuation seems to send the girls running, making it hard for him to find someone willing to get past his initial over-bearing affection. Not to say he isn't attractive - it's just that his approach could use some work. What he doesn't know is that he could attract others without having to go after them; genetics left him quite a few good traits. While he's slender, he has a sleek and soft golden pelt with a darker umber brown pattern for which he got his name, 'leopard', and his eyes are pale green orbs with hints of yellow under the surface. Despite his disarmingly gentle and charming personality, he still throws off that wild, predatory aura that he fails to notice himself.
Honeymask
Roleplayed by CottanCandii
She's a sweet she-cat, but has a sense of humor that can sometimes be a bit cruel or mean. She has light blue eyes that seem to always be shining mischievously. You can be sure to see a coy little smile on her face at most times of the day. Although she sometimes has a mean streak, she's usually kind to others and always loves to make others smile. And most of the time she can make them smile. It seems like Honeymask hasn't matured since becoming an apprentice - her fur is nice and soft and fluffy with a light peachy color and stripes of saffron.
Vanillawhirl
Roleplayed by CottanCandii
Sensitive. Hardy. Vanillawhirl is a mix of emotions and personality. She always had to maintain her brother and sister, so she's the more responsible of the three. She doesn't have as much of a mischievous spirit and holds little space for fun and games. Vanillawhirl has amber brown eyes - different from the blue jewels of her family. What she holds dear is the peace and quiet of nature and silence... Being around her clanmates is fine too, but she loves when she has her rare alone time. Sometimes she can come off as being rough, but it's only her defense mechanism. Her fur is a mix of white and cream, with taupe stripes and paws, and her limbs are long and graceful.
Ghostwisp
Roleplayed by CottanCandii
Mischievous. Tricky. An enigma. Ghostwisp is like a puzzle box - you never know what you'll get from her. Although she can be flirty, you'll never see her settle down with one cat. Although she can be the most sweetest she-cat in some instances; be prepared to see her thorny side. You can never let your guard down around Ghostwisp, and she'll never let hers down around you. She has very soft and smooth fur, undulating stripes and waves of black and grays ending with black rings down her tail and limbs. She has little, shocking white paws and a white mask which outline her crystalline blue eyes, a challenge or mystery usually held in those glowing orbs. The sister to her fiery sibling, Applephantom, the thing they share in common is their strong will and always playful spirit. They were raised together alone in a two-leg barn after wandering in an urban town for most of their kithood. Their parents were a kitty-pet and rogue - both of whom couldn't have cared less for their kits. They were lucky the day they left the barn. Well, rather, they were chased from it by one of the farm dogs. They wandered through the forest and mountains and one day found themselves in Fallclan territory. Ghostwisp melted into life easily, slinking around its edges or shining right in the middle of it. She was always a silent, graceful, and alluring she-cat for which she was given her name. She can be a bit barbed and won't let many other cats close to her; but she's known to be bipolar. Maybe you'll catch her on one of her good days.
Desertwind
Rped By *Jaypaw*
Fire, a scorching ,rippling fire that tears through the forest blinding you. Fire is searing, hot but it is bright. It is determined to destroy everything in it's path and will never be taken down. Desertwind is like this, she will tear down anything in her way. Desertstorm is a long orange furred she-cat with dark orange eyes. Desertwind is just like a fire, determined, scorching, short tempered, and lights up in other cats eyes. She is a hot tempered she-cat and she enjoys fighting more then any cat. She is tall and muscular, but slender at the same time. Her siblings, and herself came from the desert, that is how they got their names. Everyone loves to hear the tales of the desert and it's creatures.
Sphynxheart
Rped By *Jaypaw*
Take a large coat of ashes and drape it over a cat, here you are. This tom is very small, and slender. He can run fast, and he hates fighting, Sphynxheart is kind and calm and likes to take situations in his own paws. He loves making new friends, and going to gatherings. Everyone makes fun of him until they see how fast he can run. He has golden/yellow eyes and he is very shy. He's an amazing hunter, and enjoys sleeping in the shade or swimming. Spynxheart has short fur, and believe it or not his siblings and himself came from the desert. He is nothing like his hot tempered siblings, he is the calm smooth like one of the family. Spyhnxheart has always taken a large interest in kits, and has a large heart towards everyone.
Lynxfang
Rped By *Jaypaw*
Just like the sun he is searing, bright, and has a terrible temper, but he is determined. Take the power of the sun and put it on and in a cat. No one can walk by because, no one can live without the sun. He is very flirtatious and flirts with almost every she-cat in the clan. Lynxfang has short orange fur like the son that glows brightly in the sunlight, he has gorgeous orange eyes that usually helps charm the she-cats. Even though he is a major flirt, he is very very protective and will fight tooth and claw for his family. He is a brilliant fighter and usually leads the way for his siblings. He led his siblings out of the desert after getting tired of living there. They came from the desert, and they found a clan that fit them the best, Fallclan. You wound think with just a barren wasteland of nothing but sand would make their hind legs weak, but how wrong you are. They are very fast, and has very powerful hindlegs, how? No one really knows they were born with them.
Songfire
Roleplayed by CottanCandii
This tom has been through a lot. As a kit, his parents were killed by a wolf, leaving him stranded until the Fallclan warrior Morningtree stumbled upon him and brought him back home with her. The calico she-cat became his adoptive mother, and he found his friends and siblings in Thunderstone and Spiritflight, two others who also had been left behind with no parents. They were brought up together as kits, then apprentices, and they finished their training and received their warrior names together. Songkit, Songpaw, was now Songfire -- after his departed mentor. Stormstar, once known as Firestorm, was his second mentor and the one he grew to really respect and look after. His first was Illusionstar, who died from a terrible sickness before they began training. Songfire's been through a lot of grief, but it's hard to keep him down. He's a naturally cheery tom, with happy and open meadow green eyes. He can be a bit sensitive, but loves his clan and friends. He was always a bit on the small side when he was younger, but he grew to be a well-sized cat with a fluffy coat of white fur with gray patches. You can always see him being out-going around his friends, but absolutely timid around she-cats (despite the fact that there were so many in his life). Songfire is a warrior that many cats will love and admire, from his life as a young warrior to his life as a sweet old elder.
Thunderstone
Roleplayed by CottanCandii
Usually a good-natured ball of gray fluffy fur, he's very calm and friendly and enjoys being around others. However, when he gets upset its not a pretty sight. Its compared to a raging storm. Luckily though, that never happens unless something drastic occurs. He's a large tom and his light yellow-green eyes are normally easily read, but he always has a block on his deep thoughts and emotions. A calm exterior, a hidden whirl of his real self hidden inside behind crystal walls. He always shows others his happy side, not wanting to risk showing his more complicated mind.
Spiritflight
Roleplayed by CottanCandii
- There's that moment. You can be by yourself, in the forest, surrounded by strangers or friends, and then its like suddenly you're sucked away and see past what's actually there. Like you aren't there, held in a trance, feeling past the normal. Spirittrance seems like if you pulled the essence of that and formed that into a figure, it would be her. Her pelt is an inky light gray that's draped in shadows and light, blurring her tiny figure into something nondescript, something you can easily pass over and forget about. Its her eyes that haunt you- they don't seem all there, an unnatural gray that's almost white. And it would be true to assume she isn't all there, as she was born blind and hardly able to talk. She doesn't let this take control of her, she still tries her hardest to be a contributing part of the clan, and always will. Born this way, she doesn't see how she's missing out on anything and her other senses are more keen in the lacking of her sight. She gets all of it and more in her dreams, her hauntingly vivid dreams full of bright splashes of colors and other times monochrome, still pictures. Spirittrance often can creep out others, but is a hesitantly sweet she-cat with a warm heart.
Leopardclaw
Roleplayed by .:Featherheart:.
A sleek, short furred, brown spotted bengaled cat with green eyes. He is ready to give his life for his clan, the only family he's got after a fire destroyed everything dear to him. He wandered the earth till he found Fallclan, who took him in. He is strong and has built a wall around him to keep him from getting attached to cats, he's friendly, but he just doesn't get attached. He doesn't want to be brought down again, but that doesn't take away his devotion to the clan. He has a strong belief Starclan, making him not afraid of death, he has other fears he will not reveal, which could be used against him.
Blackstripe
Roleplayed by .:Featherheart:.
He is a large fluffy maine co0n cat with silver grey fur and black stripes so thick it looks like his silver fur are the stripes in some areas of his body, he has yellow eyes. He is very muscular, and intelligent, he is good at fighting but is a bit slow. Blackstripe can be mean sometimes, usually to outsider but he prefers to keep quite, he's fond of kit but most don't know that. He is a brave tom and follows the 'leave no cat behind' kind of thing even if it puts his life in danger. However if no one's life was in trouble he won't endanger his own. He is a thoughtful tom and tries to understand others.
Moondust
RPed by .:Featherheart:.
Silvery, long haired she-cat with green eyes. She is a sweet cat full of energy, she is a bit of a flirt and has trouble making up her mind. She can get a bit emotional at times and take things the wrong way but usually she is a calm cat. She is also very smart, trying to use her wit rather than strength in battles. Not long ago she was once a loner with her three siblings, Max, Greg and Poppy. She also traveled with her sister-in-law Leaf, who was a queen at the time, that was until a mountain lion chased her and her family into a river where they all went down a different river. She went down a fast river, carrying her away from the others before she managed to reach FallClan. She loved it instantly and enjoyed her time there. When she met her family at a gathering she was overjoyed to hear their warrior names: Oakstripe, Coalface and Poppypetal, and a new nephew. While she misses her family she can't bare to leave the clan that she fell in love with. She has trouble getting along with Oakstripe because he is too stubborn.
Madlove
Roleplayed by Rainfire2
One second she's kind and caring, the next she's impossibly rude. One second she's hyper and happy, and the next she's sad and sulky. Yes, you guessed it. Madlove his bipolar. You never know what to expect with this spunky young she-cat. Her pelt is a soft, luscious white, each strand of her fur long and silky. Her eyes are blue, but with an odd, pinkish hue around the edges. Madlove is a rather beautiful sight, and she is quite the hopeless romantic. All her life she has dreamed of her Prince. She is quite a dreamer. However, her disorder has chased away every decent tom so far. She always ends up in some crazy fight with them, and he leaves her. She has had many relationships like this. None of them have ended well. Now she feels as if her love story is done. She is pretty much just chopped liver. Madlove comes from a rocky past. Her parents - two loners - were always fighting. Madlove knew they cared a lot for each other. They were in love. But they were stressed, as prey had gotten fewer and fewer, and fought about stupid things. Sometimes Madlove didn't even know what they were fighting about. So the kit watched as her father left them. She never saw him again. She never wanted her own love-life to follow in suit, but it has. She fears she will chase away everyone - everything - that she cares about, only because she can't control her crazy mood-swings. She came to FallClan by chance. After her father left, her mother was pretty much a train-wreck. When she finally managed to regain herself, she only seemed to care about finding a new mate. Having a kit trailing behind her would do no good, so her mother left her. There were no goodbyes, no reasoning. Madlove just woke up one morning to find herself completely and totally alone. She was old enough to hunt, and so she kept herself alive that way. She learned to fight, and turned out to be rather good at it. See, Madlove is a very intelligent cat, though you may not think it. In battle, she uses speed and smarts rather than brute strength. The problem with her fighting ability is she's only able to fight well in one of her bad moods. When she's in a good mood, she will do whatever she can to prevent a fight. In her bad mood, she's horribly likely to start one. After moons of wandering, she came to FallClan. She liked it here, probably because the cats she thought were her friends couldn't just up and leave after a fight with her. Madlove has lots of insecurities, due to the fact that so far, everyone she has cared for ends up leaving her. In FallClan, cats couldn't just disappear. If she fought with someone, she'd get a chance to finally make up with them.
Blizzardbliss
Roleplayed by littlesnowpelt
He's comparable to a snowman, his white fur in thick clumps all around his body, making him look like a plump pigeon. A perfect coat for snow, yes? Well, that's apart of a different story. His ears and face are masked with a soft grey, the only fur that is shorter than the rest. Many see this tom as very kind and there is always a jolly spark to his blue eyes; it's hard to make him even the least bit angry. Due to this, it may annoy a cat or two and others may get suspicious even when he has nothing to hide. He will fight for his Clan, or others in need, even if they have given him any cold treatment. Why do they treat him badly? As said in the beginning, there's a big hint. He was formerly of WinterClan. Not many trust him and see him as a spy, but he has vowed to take back his loyalty for his beloved Whisperingbrook. This was the reason he came to FallClan- to stay with her. This may be the end of the basics, for his history before it all is only for he to tell.
Distantreality
Roleplayed by AvalonSoul567
Distant. He's always there, but not really. Know what I'm saying? Distantreality will actually be there talking to you, but it's not really in his eyes. His golden tawny eyes sort of glaze over as he becomes lost in his dreams. He becomes lost in his hopes and desires, so lost to the point that reality no longer exists. It's distant, concealed by the low-hanging fog that settles around his subconscious. Distantreality lives like you and I, but he really doesn't at the same time. His life is balanced out by the halves and sort of's, the not quite's and the almosts. He yearns to return to the world he knew as a kit and young apprentice, before reality was torn from his grasp; before his mother and father were murdered by his very own brother. Now all he does is lay around, sunlight gently pooling onto his scruffy mud-brown pelt. He talks, but never for long. It's usually just an average, "Hey." or, "Good day." Distantreality hopes one day to be freed from his life of no purpose, so that one day his reality will no longer be distant.
Dusktree
Roleplayed by SeepingStone
Dusktree is a dark brown tabby with glowing greenish-brown eyes. His favorite Season is leaf-fall. He is fascinated by how the leaves change colors and are stripped from their trees from the wind. He can't handle being heartbroken. His heart falls to the bottom of his chest like the leaves fall off trees. He is small, for a warrior. That makes him good at hunting, light and short. He is not so good at fighting, though. He is clumsy using his claws and teeth, and hates to harm other cats, even if they are enemies. His mate is Dawnflower and he has two kits, Morningkit and Nightkit.
Direabyss
Roleplayed by xXSpadeXx
Dire meaning dark or mysterious, Abyss meaning cave, and endless mysterious cave that no one will ever make through alive. Direabyss was once a barn cat who caught mice for her mother at the age of about 5 moons. When her mother was killed by rats, the ginger she-cat with white paws, underbelly and muzzle, fled to a nearby forest. she walked until she ran into, literally, a Fallclan patrol. of course she had heard of the clans, this one in particular since it was where her mother grew up. Her blue eyes quickly changed from fear to admiration of this family based clan. they worked together, hunted together trained together, and fought together. she wanted this life so bad that she challenged the leader for her place into the clan. She didn't have to of course but i guess the leader admired her bravery and accepted her into the close-nit clan. Soon she was training to be a Fallclan warrior, fighting alongside her new clanmates. She did all the normal warrior duties consisting of cleaning the elders den, etc., etc. and loved every second of it. now, as a loyal warrior of Fallclan, she knows what a soft life she had lived as a farm cat, feeding on the plentiful mice that scattered around. She now knows that this was what she was meant for, she questions everyday why her mother chose to leave.
Mouseheart
RPed by .:Featherheart:.
A short hair white she-cat with brown and cream dappled fur covering her back. She has dark blue eyes, her brother is Brackenclaw. She is a sweet and shy she-cat who is easily scared by things and is quiet gullible. She cat be stubborn when it comes to her brother's bossiness but it doesn't dampen the love she has for him. She is calm when there's no danger around but if she begins to get scare she starts to get panic attacks till someone can calm her down. She and her brother were found on FallClan border as kits, their parent were killed by what looked like a badger, which was indeed what killed their parents and made her so afraid of the world.
Brackenclaw
RPed by .:Featherheart:.
A white tom with brown and black patches along his back, with green eyes. He is a calm intelligent tom winning his battles by wits rather than by force. Sometimes he's too calculating and that makes him a bit of an odd ball. Always thinking instead of taking action unless he's made a decision to act. He loves his sister and one day he wishes to have a family of his own. He's not too good with the she-cats but wishes to be, kinda lost in this hopeless romantic kind of tom.
Owlscar
RPed by .:Featherheart:.
A mottle sandy brown tom with brown eyes and ears that fold backwards. He has a few scars on his back from an attack from owl as a kit. He is often teased for his upward folding and he hates it. So he's kind of put off by anyone that approaches him, fearing they would make fun of him. He is a good fighter and was born and raised in Fallclan. His father died in a battle followed by his mother when she was attacked by a fox. He is a single kit and never had a family other than his mom, they only cat that didn't make fun of his ears. His dad though did, sometimes, but tried to pretend that Owlscar wasn't his son. He just wishes he could find someone that would accept him for who he is and not make fun of the way he looks.
Crimsonleaf
Roleplayed by valiance.
What could a pair of bright yellow eyes and a beautiful dark, reddish brown pelt get you? Trouble. That's what. This she-cat is a sucker for all things devious. She's the cat to come running to for a few malicious ideas, if you needed them. Skinny and swift, agile and blunt. Those are just a few words that begin to describe what kind of cat she is. But, in more detail, the words rude, delinquent, and careless would better describe what she's really like. Always looking for an adventure. Always chasing some dream. She'll deny her flaws, and she'll accept nothing less than the best. Her ego is one big wall you're going to have to climb over if you'd ever wish to get to know the good parts of her. But trust me-- You'll be grateful that you did. That is, if you do.
Jasperwhisper
Roleplayed by valiance.
A light brown tabby tom with a white chest and underbelly. His eyes are a darker brown than his fur, and his nose is a light pink. He is a lean kitty, tall and average. This makes him very agile and light on his feet. He's a fast runner. Swimming, on the other hand, is something he cannot cope well with. In fact he never really learned how to swim. He can catch the fastest rabbits, the keenest birds, but fish are a whole other challenge. However, being the optimist that he is, a challenge wont demoralize his fighting spirit. He's a sensitive soul, always going out of his way to help out someone in need. He may not the bravest or the most courageous, but he always does what he can.
Thunderstorm
Roleplayed by valiance.
Cautious. Patient. A very careful, very understanding, wise cat defines the very outline of this grey tabby tom, and of that pelt lays a soft, sleek shine. His eyes are shrouded and edged with silver and white jagged lines, a small hint of yellow and orange fogging within them ever so gently. Much like his deceased parents had been, he is a selfless soul. His main reason for living is for the well-being of others. He feels it as his duty to never let any cat go passed him without a smile on their face. He is the type of cat you would want to bring to a peace-talk. Sure, he will fight undoubtedly alongside his clan. But in all of his honesty, he would only fight if he found it in his heart to be the right thing to do. He'd need something worth fighting for. And of course, his land, his home, his clanmates and kin, but above. all, justice, are worth fighting for, to him. There is no uncertainty in his mind that he wouldn't fight for the right thing. His soul is of nothing but hope, of faith and liberty. Honor and respect. Yet, I will not say that he is pure. That he is always of innocence. No, he can be very sneaky, very sly. He is a quick liar, and can put his stories together with ease. But, his intentions are always directed in the path of good no matter the situation.
Nettlecrest
Roleplayed by Nettlecrest
Nettlecrest is a chestnut-type coloured she-cat, with black jagged tabby stripes. She has snow white stockings and a gently faded tail, with a snow white tip. Her eyes are forest green, flecked with silver. Nettlecrest has had an easy life. Though her family abandoned her when she was just a kitten, they happened to place her on FallClan borders. The next day a patrol found her and took her to Camp. She was welcome to stay, so she grew up with FallClan cats all around. She never remembered being abandoned. She had a normal apprenticeship, she trained as hard as anyone else, and finally she became a warrior. Nettlecrest is feisty, and fiercely protective of her friends and family, but she warms up to people quite fast and isn't hard to please. She has a fairly good sense of judgement, and doesn't like to brag. Nettlecrest wants to live life to the fullest, and sometimes she has some crazy ideas.
Aspenhymn
Roleplayed by randomkitty333
Deep in the woods, there are a ring of trees. Trees like no other. Bark so white and spotted with night. Thin and reaching for the sky. Never making a soung, even at the demands of the strongest wind. And when the times comes, these colorless trees sprout leaves of fire the burn the eyes. In the center of this circle, found in the center of the forest, sits a cat. A cat larger than most with a pelt that, brushed by the wind, dances. Yet, he is like the trees, sturdy enough not be be knocked down, but flexible enough to avoid conflict. He his colorless most of the time, but if you're lucky, you can see his bright colors. This is Aspenhymn. He is an abyssinian. With a aburn chestnut pelt, longer than most. His face is hard and cold, never showing emotion. His eyes are the palest of greens, even mistaken as gray or white. His pelt darkens and lightens in the designated spots, but is still relativly boring compared to other cats. Yet, it is on the most beautiful! Aspenhymn does not know his mother, and barely knows his father. His mother, a loner named Autumn, had a difficult labor and didn't survive. But with the help of a medicine cat from Fallclan, Aspenhymn and his younger sister, Squirrelbreeze, survived. Their father was very much like Aspenhymn, serious and emotionally stable. He mourned their mother, but didn't shed a tear. Aspenhymn, or Aspen as a loner kit, looked up to his father. His father, Canyon, could be said to be proud of his son. The tom looked up to him and tried to be just like him, but Canyon did not approve or disaprove Aspen's behavior. He taught him things and showed him how to do things properly. But on a hot summer day, Aspen's father was lost in a forest fire.As a kit, Aspen was childish and open to others, but growing up on his own changed his ways. He supported him and his sister until they were the age of apprentances, when they were discovered by Fallclan. Pursuaded by the medicine cat, who birthed the kits, and the apprentances and sympathetic queens, the two joined Fallclan. Aspen became Aspenpaw and Squirrel became Squirrelpaw. Aspenpaw took his training seriously, never goofing off. The other apprentances began to fear him. Although he was very handsome, mature, and wise, he was intimidating and frightening. Sometimes even called a heart breaker for being so "Cold Hearted" But actually, he never showed his heart. Aspen cares a lot about his clan mates, he fights to protect and hunts to feed. Although he doesn't show it, he cares, he simply believes that it is harder to protect when you are too busy acting childish.
Squirrelbreeze
Roleplayed by randomkitty333
Leap from tree to tree. Grace to stunning, all you can catch of her is the breeze she leaves behind. Finally, settling in a tree, you can spot her. Her long and slim body lethargicly laying amongst the coiling branches or the large oak. A shimmering pelt of a pale dusty brown that under direct light glistened with the appearance of silver. Green eyes so dark, they almost appear black, but in the very corners they shine with a lighter hue that can always warm you heart. Then down from the tree flicks her tail, the representation of her name. A long and bushy tail that flicked freely. This was Squirrelbreeze. She was born a loner to Canyon, a quiet and serious tom, and Autumn, a kind and humorous she-cat. Her only sibling his her older brother, Aspenhymn. Although her past isn't very happy, she tries to be. Her mother died during labor.Her father, very much like her brother, never spoke much or achknoledged her. Her brother, always admiring their father, would copy him and ignore her as well. Although, Squirrel(As that was her name as a child) taught herself to hunt and how to behave. At the age of apprentancehood, they lost their father. It was a blistering hot summer, and forest fires were common. A storm approached. With a single smite of a lightning, the forest went up in flames. Their father never lasted. The two kits managed on their own. Running from wild dogs, foxes, badgers. Finding their own food and escaping nature's worst. But one day they were discovered by Fallclan. She wished to join more than ever, but her brother was hesatant. The medicine cat, who helped their mother during labor, pursuaded Fallclan's leader to allow them to join with the help of the apprentances and sympathetic queens. They soon joined as Squirrelpaw and Aspenpaw. The two became warriors quickly after a short while of training. Aspenpaw was more distant from other cats than Squirrelpaw. She made friends quickly, due to her friendly and playful aura. Now, as a warrior, Squirrelbreeze is still friendly and playful, now with a hint of flirtatious attititiude. But she still has an innocent heart, not touched by heartbreak. But torn between her lack of a mother and the emotional abandomnent of her father and brother. Although, Aspenhymn, as what his name is currently, as become more protective and open with the social society is his opened up too.
Revolutionaryspirit
Roleplayed by randomkitty333
Her father, very much like her brother, never spoke much or achknoledged her. Her brother, always admiring their father, would copy him and ignore her as well. Although, Squirrel(As that was her name as a child) taught herself to hunt and how to behave. At the age of apprentancehood, they lost their father. It was a blistering hot summer, and forest fires were common. A storm approached. With a single smite of a lightning, the forest went up in flames. Their father never lasted. The two kits managed on their own. Running from wild dogs, foxes, badgers. Finding their own food and escaping nature's worst. But one day they were discovered by Fallclan. She wished to join more than ever, but her brother was hesatant. The medicine cat, who helped their mother during labor, pursuaded Fallclan's leader to allow them to join with the help of the apprentances and sympathetic queens. They soon joined as Squirrelpaw and Aspenpaw. The two became warriors quickly after a short while of training. Aspenpaw was more distant from other cats than Squirrelpaw. She made friends quickly, due to her friendly and playful aura. Now, as a warrior, Squirrelbreeze is still friendly and playful, now with a hint of flirtatious attititiude. But she still has an innocent heart, not touched by heartbreak. But torn between her lack of a mother and the emotional abandomnent of her father and brother. Although, Aspenhymn, as what his name is currently, as become more protective and open with the social society is his opened up too. At one point in time she grabbed hold of their father’s throat. She resembled their father very much. He always found her annoying and avoided her. His mother loved him very much. But he was very distant from his father, even though his father was always around. Being born into Fallclan makes him a Fallclan cat, and he took that seriously. He never liked it when othe