*** = Marked for AC
(TBP) = if put next to cat name , ' to be promoted '
(RE) = if put next to cat name , ' mentor reassignment '
survival
At the peak of the mountain where this Clan calls home, strength is nice, but survival is vital. WinterClan, where visitors are rarely welcome, there is a price for everything and the snow can be crimson for long, considering it rarely melts away. They stay up in their arctic environment and typically don't like to get mixed up with the affairs of other clans. Don't think for a moment they are weak! Tested on this once, they refuse to fail and do whatever it takes to get out on top. They're a mixed bag, WinterClan, composed of black and white stones that create a gray whole when looked at from a distance. Some lean toward StarClan, others the Dark Forest, but they will stay neutral until pulled in a direction.
leader
Willowstar (creek)
Role-Played by 'LilMonster
Don't let her small, elegant appearance fool you, she's a fighter. Willowcreek had a tough past which is probably the main reason of how she's turned cold. Her hard blue eyes don't seem to show much emotion anymore but she always keeps her soft grey pelt neatly groomed. Something about her seems to draw others in. Maybe it's her beauty, or maybe it's the look she seems to hold on her face. Either way she doesn't seem to take in a lot of attention. Very few have been able to see what she holds within her hard shell of protection, and anyone who was able to went through a real treat to get there. Her tongue is sharp and some how she can always find witty comebacks to anything. As a kit, her mother was mauled by a two-leg dog and she watched her die. She tried to help but nothing a kit could do would help keep a cat alive with wounds that bad. Her father was never around and she doesn't even know who he was. She and her siblings were raised by a sweet loner who was the age of an elder and only seemed to pull off living long enough until she and her siblings were old enough to be able to survive by themselves. Willow felt like she had to take care of her younger siblings since she was the oldest and felt responsible for their mother's death. Her younger brother, Flea was a sandy tom who never seemed to be very muscular. He had soft blue eyes that were always caring as well. One day, he went out hunting by himself and never returned. There is now a familiar sandy colored tom at the two-legs house who is fatter than a bear, but Willowcreek would rather not assume. All that was left was her and her youngest sibling, a grey and white she-cat. If anything could go wrong, it would happen right before her eyes of course, just to make an open wound cut deeper. She and her sister lived together safely until they were about 14 moons old.One day, they were taking a walk and her younger sister stumbled on some brambles, twisting her paw as well as getting a long gash on her haunches. It soon got infected and she died at just 16 moons old. She had failed her whole family and she couldn't find her purpose in life after that. Slowly, she slipped into a deep depression and walked around the forest, trying to find something, anything to get her through it. Steadily, the depression just became her personality as she found no way out of it and it was only a matter of time until seemed as though her heart turned to stone. Soon, she stumbled among the wonderful cats of Winterclan, some who seemed to have the same hard look as she did. Finally, she had found something to strive for. Her clan. This time, she wouldn't fail. She seemed to have warmed up to her clan mates enough to give them the respect they deserve and eventually until she was able to hold onto a decent conversation. She vows to herself that she will never become attached to anyone in particular since they always seem to get hurt. Now, she just thrives off of her love for her clan and her duties. Getting to know her Might be a challenge, but there is one thing you can never deny about her and that's her loyalty.
Lives | 9/9
Mate | N/A
Kits | N/A
Apprentice | Waterpaw
deputy
Copperthroat
Role-played by Cherrywish
Biography to be added
co - deputy
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medicine cat
Rhythymspell
Role-Played byCottanCandii
Can you hear the beat, spinning its thread of secrets? A sweet scent, seductive amber eyes, soft fur. Yeah, you've fallen under her spell alright. Some ponder how - why - in the world did Starclan gift Rhythmspell. She's the image of taboo, and loves to flaunt it. A svelte figure, all snow white except for her black fore-paws. She isn't afraid of provoking others, or stepping on anyone's paws; she's been that way since she was a kit. Headstrong and beautiful like her mother, bold and courageous like her father. Like many others, she was ready to follow in their footsteps and become the greatest warrior ever, but fate stepped right in the middle of that path. Even though it may not seem like it, Rhythmspell is a very thoughtful feline. She was always the one thinking that the stars had special impacts on everyone's lives, that there's no such think as chance, and that everything had a soul of its own. There was also something else with her. She always saw beautiful colors and images other cats never saw. Certain sounds and words, even textures, brought these images and colors and tastes. It was a part of her, and it didn't negatively affect her until she was an apprentice, training to become a warrior. She just could not focus with so much going on. Suddenly the white, bone-like clacking of the tree limbs and the gold trills of bird call and plush roaring of the wind overpowered her, and she eventually had a bit of a break-down. She thought for sure Starclan had cursed her, made her strange on purpose. However, under the care of the medicine cat for a while, she discovered her knack for herbs. It was easy for her to memorize them; so much easier than keeping up with her battle and hunting techniques. See, it was simple for her to link certain smells and textures with their corresponding color and keep them locked away like that. This ability has a name, synesthesia, that's a rare condition. After her breakdown, Rhythmspell was reluctant to go back into training, and tried to stay as close to the medicine cat den as she could. After watching the other medicine cats and apprentices at a gathering, she felt for sure that she was as special as them. Headstrong as she was, she unrelentingly pursued this life. Starclan had marked her, for better or worse. Couldn't anyone else see that? Well, maybe this was a test. Starclan was waiting for her to show her true spirit, so she would show them! Determined, the she-cat chased around the medicine cat and leader, proclaiming that she was chosen. Of course, they thought she was a bit unhinged still from her breakdown, but when scouring the clan for a potential new medicine cat apprentice, she shone the brightest. Her knowledge and memory of herbs and remedies far out-matched the rest of the other cats. When asked how she knew so much on them, Rhythmspell bashfully at first explained her method of remembering; her colors. Her voice and certainty strengthened the more she spoke. How could they dare deny that she was specially marked now? This ambitious and bold she-cat had wound her way to her rightful spot. She isn't always sweet, she isn't always patient - but she's passionate. Strong. Courageous. Courage isn't always about being the first to dive into a snowstorm to save another cat - sometimes courage is the ability to persist and drive after what you know is right.
Mate | N/A
Kits | N/A
medicine cat apprentice
Celticpaw [ wish ]
Roleplayed by Peacockfortune27
Where she was born was in a place of myths and legends, with secrets far from the eyes sight. Buried beyond mountain ranges, and hidden behind fog in a land still as beautiful and fresh as the day it was made. A land of wishes, and ruins, and magic intertwined. This was Celticwish's home, for the beginning of her life. She was born to a family that had long ago lost the truth of their identity, and yet played out like they still had it. They were a family of prophets, who lived in cave in the middle of the Mountain Ranges. They were well known, and they were often traded prey for a good fortune of the future. But that was just it. No one payed for a bad fortune. And they knew of this. In reality, Celticwish was born into a family of con artists, in which it had been many generations since a real Fortune Teller was born into their family. It was a dark secret, one that Celticwish was forced to keep. But she was willing to, because her family as a whole was kind and gentle. Never had she heard a harsh word from them, and there she was grown kind and gentle. But it was also there she lost her identity. How could you be real if you were a fake? You couldn't, or at least she saw it that way. She only lived with her parents for three moons, but she could still remember her life in Ireland clearly. The beauty of the landscape, and everything else. But she didn't have much of her life there. Not long after her parents and her younger sister were killed by angry rogue for their fake fortune. Not long after she spent a day in tears crying over her lost loved one's bodies. . It wasn't long after this that she ended up as a stowaway on a cruise ship and ended up in the forest. How did it happen, what happened, when? She can't remember. Everything is blank, as if it never happened. Childhood amnesia, or something else entirely? She didn't know. But she ended up there, passed out in the woods, only to later be found by Winterclan at Four Moons old. So much is blurred out, but one thing that stays with her is that feeling of disconnect. If you are a fake, you can't be real, can you? Celticwish is a quiet, yet gentle she cat. She often seems out in no where land, as she's a deep thinker. Her curiosity and creativity can easily be seen as overwhelming, if you can get to know her, as well as her sarcastic personality she keeps hidden inside. She's shyer than most, and can easily get nervous around others at first meeting, but often warms up fast. But behind these two sides of her lays another. A deeper, darker side to this seemingly sweet and kind she cat. One of black insanity and paranoia that she only lets slip out when she's around only herself. She's complex, yet simple, in a clash of diversity. Celticwish is also quite on the attractive side, with a catch. Her fur is a beautiful calico patterned, thick layered, silky coat. A bit taller than most, yet still innocent looking to the eye. Her face is thin, and ends with a pretty point, tipped with a rose pink nose. Her eyes are a glorious green, the color of light and dark shamrocks combined in the coloration. And her voice is soft and sweet, with a whiff of the Irish accent she still carries from her childhood mixed with the one she uses now, making her every word she speaks like honey. The only thing off about the she cat is her tail, because she doesn't have one. She had came from a long generation of purebred Manx cats, leaving her without a tale completely. She seems as original as anything else. But here's the question, just because your original does that make you different compared to other that are original. Or the better yet is, can you become real after so long of believing your a fraud?
Shiningpaw [ secret ]
Roleplayed by Icefire1
Silence. It’s what makes a secret a secret. Once it is spoken, it is no more. The greatest secrets are hidden in the most unlikely places, that few tend to wander. Raised in the chilly tundra, yet outside of the clan. Shiningsecret was never really alone, even without the clan to give her comfort. Her mother was once a warrior, brave and strong, yet broken. She abandoned the clan that she had grew up in and fled from those she loved. She had never found the pure love for a tom, but she had known many. One of those toms became the father of her four kits, but she had never known which. Newly born in the cold, with little warmth, left few chances of survival for the kits. Three of the four passed away within two moons, leaving only one small, defenceless kit behind. This was Shiningsecret. She was the one who survived when none else did. She only spent a pawful of moons with her mother before she, too, passed away. Cold and alone, the kit wandered. Eventually, she found Winterclan, the clan that her mother had come from. That kit grew into the cat that everyone knows as Shiningsecret. Though she is uncertain in everything she does and doesn’t have much confidence in herself, she has a warm and caring heart. Watching her siblings die in front of her as she remained helplessly to the side triggered something within her, the want to help others overcome death. Although her voice is soft and her clear blue eyes are almost blind, she refuses to let this hinder her. One day, she wishes to learn who her father was, but she is hesitant in her search, just like in everything else. All she knows is that he was clanborn, and that her pelt is an exact replica of his. The long cream fur with a black tail and brown ears is her only clue. Though, she wonders if he is someone that she actually wants to meet.
shards
Copperthroat
Role-Played byCherrywish
Think of snow. Fallen peacefully over the trees. Cascading over the mountains. Then. Think of the harmless, bright sun, awakening; rising; from the ashes. Orange mixes over with blue as the sun spills over water's edge. The sun. The thing that makes things grow, live; learn, thrive. It is a loyal object, and never to be forgotten of or unliked. The sun is a brother to Copperthroat. They are connected at the tail, those two. Copperthroat is the sun's second helper, its first being itself. His eyes flash of the bluest, deepest part of the ocean. Full-faced and handsome, his always slightly-ruffled sunshiney-gold fur and snow-white paws relaxed, Copperthroat leads his Clan loyally. He works with the members of WinterClan as a team, thriving to learn more and more every day. Copperthroat leads like the sun; dependable, beautiful, and bright. HIs ideas save WinterCLan from disasters, but he needs no credit, for all the things Copperthroat needs are love, light, and his Clanmates. When his Warriors get wounded (emotionally or physically) or die, you may as well already have ripped out his heart. He hates to see them loyally give up their lives for him. Which is why Copperthroat would - any day - give up himself for his Clan. His longs limbs - that no cat calls "legs" anymore - seem to bounce and rise when he runs, much like a doe. Copperthroat's mother always said one thing, as a Queen: "Be yourself, and be loyal. Nourish your Clan into buds, that bloom into blossoms, that grow into flowers, that die as Elders. You know if one cat in your Clan has made it as an Elder, you're job is fulfilled and you have worked hard enough for a hundred beavers." His mother died at old age, having already been old and frail when she was pregnant, and only living to see the life of her son and daughter, then dying days afterward. She died a happy, young Warrior. At heart. Copperthroat's father was a loving tom as well. He mentored Copperthroat - Copperpaw at the time - into a fine Warrior, whereas his sister, Marmaladepaw (at the time) was a "late-bloomer" and didn't get promoted to an Apprentice until he had been one for several moons. Her mentor was Briarbranch, a tender-and-loving cat with no fears. As Copperthroat continued his well-planned life, it turned out like a book. Everything planned like it should be. He fought well and hard as an Apprentice, and played twice as rough as a Kit. Having fun as a young cat paid off, believe it or not: Copperthroat's faher always played with him, and shortly after he became a Warrior, his father, Firerage, died of heart problems. Many believe it was because of the pressure he put on himself to see his son grow up. FIrerage knew his son would be destined for greatness; Copperthroat only wishes he could see him now. His favorite memory as a Kit was one particularly gloomy day when Copperthroat's mother (Willowflower) went down to the creek tp wash up before an Apprentice to Warrior Ceremony. Copperthroat (Copperkit) had "secretly" followed, not knowing his mother had been playing along. Willowflower tackled him eventually after he suddenly stepped on a branch and it had snapped loudly, sending an echo threading through the trees. "Gotcha!" Willowflower had yowled, and they had rolled on the soft grass together, playfully tussing and nipping at each other until Copperthroat got tired and went to bed. That has always been his favorite memory because - and he doesn't think his mother knows this either - he had stepped on that branch on purpose, and had known all along that his own mother was playing aong with him. Copperthroat was a sneaky Kit, and he still is, even as an adult. The one thing about him is that he can pry, sneak, and prowl without any cat knowing. His main attack defense; that exactly. Copperthroat has never been cheesy, but romantic is his middle name! He loves to play with she-cats and learn their weaknesses, lkes, dislikes, etc. Copperthroat planned to adopt a Kit ever since he was a Kit himself, but forgot about it until he saw his friend's mother give birth. Uck. But he never forgot the beauty of those Kits. Copperthroat woos cats by his athleticism, strength, and good looks, but inside, he really is just a softy. He may playfully tease you at times, but that is because he flirts with cats every day! But nce he finds that special cat, now, that'll be the day . . . ! Copperthroat is mostly serious, but as young as he is now, he can play when he is not leading, and have fun with it. His romanticism is greatly honored because he doesn't like the shallow and cheesy kind of romance. He likes love filled with passion!, and heart. Copperthroat will work together to make his own and his Clanmates' lives the best they have ever lived, but he can't do it alone.
Mate | Ellipcticalsong
Kits | N/A
Apprentice | Dreampaw
Polarice
Role-Played by *Hollypaw*
Do you all know what Polar is? It's not a polar'bear' because that's a type of bear. What I'm talking about is two of the coldest places on earth, the North and South Pole. The only thing you get there, is deadly cold that does it's best to kill you. I'm talking about the North and South pole because, this is the attitude of this cat. Rude, mean, full of hatred, to the cat's she doesn't like. It's very easy to get on her bad side, she's always ready to snap at you with deadly sharp teeth. She is cold towards the people she likes to, so don't feel bad. She is a slim she-cat with long legs, and dark blue eyes. Her expression is blank letting no one knows how she feels, the one trick to see is her eyes. They almost tell you how see feels, but not her secrets. Polarice doesn't like to do anything but swim, she doesn't care what anyone thinks and if you try to tell her she throws it out her mind. Tell her she's beautiful there it goes, tell her that she is a terrible cat, there it goes but then you have a grudge and a clawed pelt. Her sister is Snowfall, and she almost despises her sister like most cats, just because she's nice, and kind.
Mate | N/A
Kits | N/A
Apprentice | Crowpaw
Larkflight
Role-Played by Nettllcrest
Fiery eyes, fiery pelt, fiery heart. Larkflight's motto is 'you're beautiful, inside and out.' And she believes that about herself. And it's the truth. She is beautiful. Certainly on the outside, but it might take the right tom to see her beauty on the inside. Her long-haired pelt is fiery orange, with golden stripes on her legs and face. Her ear-tips, toes and tail are all russet, but it fades gradually into ginger. Her nose is jet black. She has creamy-white plashes on her belly and chest, and a creamy-white muzzle. Her round eyes are a deep emerald green, flecked with a contrast of gold and silver. Now Larkflight isn't your average she-cat. Sure, most she-cats are beautiful, kind, caring, maybe a little feisty, but that isn't Larkflight. No, not at all. Stubborn as a button. Blazing like a fire. Yet sad, lonely, like a girl waiting in the rain for a boy who never comes. Something tragic hides behind her eyes, waiting to be found. Larkflight may be young, but she's had enough deaths in her life to help her learn to that making mistakes is okay; as long as you're willing to pay the price. She'd never known her father, never asked about him. She'd always assumed he was dead, she'd never had a reason to think he wasn't. Her brother was a still born, leaving her and her mother to build a life on what they had left. Love. When Larkflight was a few months old, they found some mates and their kits, Blue and Night. They were looking for a home. Larkflight begged her mother to let them stay with them, as she needed friends. But as she grew up, Night and Blue became more than just friends. First it was Night, and their lives blossomed with happiness. But then her mother fell in, with greencough, as Night's mother informed her. That was when Larkflight's life began to fall apart. Soon after she became pregnant with Night's kits, he disappeared.She searched and searched each night, each day, but never found him. Night and Blue's father died in a hunting accident, broke his neck. Larkflight stuck with Blue, as the two young cats bonded silently in their grief, looking after Blue's mother, who, too, happened to be pregnant. And when she gave birth to her kit, she was a still born. Larkflight's heart cracked. She couldn't take it any more, after everything that had happened. She'd almost gone of the rails. At first it seemed like she'd turn cold. She was always angry all the time, always silent. But then she gave up, sank into a deep despair. Never talked, never left the den. Only ate and slept. The only cat who helped her through was Blue. Even through his pain, through the death of his mother and his siblings, through everything. So it was natural that Larkflight would fall in love with him. They stayed in each others company, until the day Larkflight discovered WinterClan. She decided she wanted to join; start a new life. Leave the past behind. But Blue wasn't willing. So they parted ways, the last goodbye Larkflight meowed to a cat from her past. The last survivor of her childhood memories. So this is the story hidden underneath the fire of Larkflight's eyes. This is her story, her tragedy. Her life.
Mate | N/A
Kits | N/A
Apprentice | N/A
Xenomorphicshatter
Roleplayed by boomer.
You don't know what it's like to feel pain. If you're not Xenomorphicshatter, you haven't seen the worst of life. Sleek black fur, although thick, lines his lithe albeit muscular build. A dark slate color outlines his ribcage and the rest of his bone structure like an exoskeleton. It can be fairly hard to see, but it seems to glow a silvery shade. His eye is such a dark blue, that they almost look black. While Xenomorphicshatter is very silent, he isn't mute. However, he is a war veteran through. When he became a warrior, a small group of badgers attacked the camp; and so, one took out his right eye. He is very hostile, and cold; he does not take kindly to trespassers. His fighting skills are unmatched, because he realized that by learning the opponents' patterns, tactics, and habits, he'd have the advantage. Many scars adorn his body like war medals; he's proud of them. Since the badger attack, Xenomorphicshatter has dedicated his life to protecting the leader.
Mate | N/A
Kits | N/A
Apprentice | Blissfulpaw
frozen
Rustclaw
Rped by Pudding:)
a long haired, black-faced tom who appears to have an obsidian hood over his head, but with a silver-sheened neck and more black dashed throughout the rest of his body, along with a pair of glowing yellow eyes. He is a calm cat, not afraid to show what he's feeling. he often can't make up his mind, having difficulty choosing what he wants, but eventually he'll make up his mind. He has determination and doesn't let himself give up. Not long ago he was a loner, traveling with his siblings. He also traveled with his sister-in-law Leaf, who was a queen at the time and carrying kits. But then a mountain lion chased him and his family to a river, where their only choice was to escape through jumping in. But he and his family all went down different water channels and were separated that way. Smokehood managed to pull himself out of the water, being a strong swimmer, and he searched for his family but could not track them down. With a heavy heart, he wandered around the mountain until he found WinterClan and decided to join when Avianstar accepted him. He hoped that joining the clan would help take the bite off of losing his family. Until he went to a gathering and found, to his surprise, all his siblings present in different clans. Unfortunately, his sister-in-law had died not long after the river incident. His siblings had been renamed Oakstripe, Moondust, and Poppyleaf. He also found out that he had one nephew, who was an apprentice then. Now he fears the time when he has to face them in battle. When he was a loner he was close to his brother, and while his sisters annoyed him at times with their hot heads and stubborn ways, he still loves his littermates like any brother would.
Mate | N/A
Kits | N/A
Apprentice | Coldpaw
Vampirekiss
Played by rphasodic.xoxo
Who said good looks were nothing but trouble? Not for this fiesty girl who has the beauty of Aphrodite herself. But oh wait... what about beauty on the inside? Bah, who needs that? Surely not Vampirekiss. She is a light silver she cat with dark gray leopard markings and blueish ocelot markings over top of the leopard ones. Under her eyes are dark jagged vertical lines in black. Her neck fur is spiky and fluffy, unlike the rest of her body. Vampirekiss's eyes are crimson, and to add to the 'vampiness' she has really sharp canine teeth. But as said, is beauty all there is? What about her heart? That is a cold subject. Frosted over her soul is very thick ice. But she isn't a cold or negative cat to her clanmates.... pfft thats a lie. She is constantly harsh, especially to older cats. She cant stand having someone act better than her. To accent her harshness is her intelligence, causing cleaver, rude comments. And of course who can't forget that drop dead beauty. The one that causes toms to drop at her feet like like groveling weirdos. She can flash a smile, even though its rare, and make a heart skip a beat. Boy or girl. Yes that's right, miss popular can sometimes go after she cats. Vampirekiss isn't just the type to go after toms and shecats, but sometimes she can be caught flirting with other cats of different clans. However don't dare doubt her loyalty. Out of all cats, she may be the most loyal. She would take a bullet for her clan if need be. Through that icy heart she really cares about everyone. Inside she is like a kit, screaming to be released from who she grew up as.She is a strong believer in strength in tough love. But she does have a soft spot for kits. Reason being her history. She was born in a nice family, true and fun loving. She had two brothers, Werewolf and Wizard. Her parents obviously loved the supernatural. Vampirekiss, who was named Vampire at the time, ventured away from her family. Along her adventure, she stumbled into two, evil tom rouges from the forest who had once been part of the clans. They captured her, taking out their anger on her by violently abusing her. No warrior code lasted in them. Vampirekiss never even learned their names. But when she told them hers, they gave her a 'proper' name as they called it. Vampirekiss of course. She had the most deadliest touch if she knew how to use it. Beauty, and the toms were weak to it. As Vampirekiss grew older, she began to understand this more and more. One night, the lesser of the two toms grew sick. He died in the night. Vampirekiss took this chance to run. When caught by the 'leader' of the two, he almost killed her, but by her charm she stayed alive. Weak and alone, Vampirekiss wanted to see these 'clans' the two toms hated so much. She journeyed into the forest, her wits coming to their end.
Mate | N/A
Kits | N/A
Apprentice | Foxpaw
rescue team
Onyxinferno
Played byCottanCandii
Jet black, not a peek of color until you meet his amber eyes. Is that mischief you see there? Onyx is known to be the stone of negativity, gloom, protection, and stability. Many of those traits you'll hardly recognize in this tom. Although it seems a dark air hangs around him and the rest of his siblings - sheesh, can you be any more stereotypical 'black cat = bad cat' - he's actually a rather fiery tom. Sure, they like to keep their secrets and mystery, but whatever. Once a cat of Springclan, Winterclan came to be a big change to him. The cold of this mountain clan was difficult for him to fit into - used to the gentleness of his past clan. He felt the need to hide a lot of his childishness, but it still peeks out occasionally when he's around his sisters Pantherleap and Nightrose. Sometimes he wonders if he could ever love Winterclan as much as Springclan, but he tries his best to keep his family happy.
Mate | N/A
Kits | N/A
Apprentice | Snowpaw
Snowpaw (fall)
Role-Played by *Hollypaw*
A thick blizzard when your in an empty place is deadly right? It's freezing cold, and you have no idea where to go or even if you will survive. The snow falls thickly covering everything so you can't even see anything. Your lucky this she-cat takes pity on you, and doesn't use it against you because you'd be dead. Snowfall, is a gentle, loving, kind, and sweet she-cat who loves to help others. She loves communicating, spending time, and just does anything for other cats. She loves hunting, climbing, swimming, racing, almost anything that passes the time, and is fun. You never see the deadly blizzard until it comes to when she is fighting. She'll flip, twist, turn, lash, and laugh when she's battling shredding you because you can't see through the thick snow, or this case fur. All you see is white, and even in newleaf, she can still find a way to unseen. She has short beautiful white fur, that is always clean, and I mean always. She has gorgeous blue eyes, and the special thing about her sister, and herself is that they're not blind. White cats with blue eyes are often deaf or blind right? One of the two well, they're not either. Snowfall loves kits, and she wants her own kits one day so that she can love on her own.
Mate | N/A
Kits | N/A
Mentor | Onyxinferno
senior warriors
Ask to be promoted at the next ceremony!
warriors
Convivialwarbler
Role-Played by randomkitty333
Convivialwarbler...yeah, that's a mouthful, but so is the one that the name belongs to. This tom cat, one of a pleasant and complicated nature, is the wonderful, yet odd, Convivialwarbler. This cat is so easily distracted on a normal day, and like a kit, will find everything and anything fascinating. Yet he has the determination unlike most have seen when the time is right. Convivialwarbler is a playful and kindhearted cat, sometimes naive and foolish, but never arrogant or insensitive. He is an excellent hunter and fighter, and even as a full grown cat, he loves to play and wrestle like kits. He is a lighthearted one, that's what you can tell and hear from others. Convivialwarbler is superfluous, and can go on and on about the seasons and his thoughts in detail. This is what keeps him from being a simpleton, he thinks deeper into everything. Convivialwarbler grew up alone. His mother died soon after childbirth from green cough, lucky he was to not get it, and his brother was stillborn. His father...well...he never met him. Convivialwarbler is a very lucky cat. He learned to hunt and defend himself on his own, everyone he met on the road never gave faith in him. But as a natural born extrovert, he had no one to talk to and was always lonely. He then began to speak not only to himself, but to the trees and his dinner and his imaginary friend he called Flicker. At that time, he was just called Happy. It was simple and accurate. Even now, he still believes in Flicker. Although it may seem foolish, he feels deep inside like Flicker was more than just his imagination, like the brother he never had. Or the brother he had who did not have a physical form. He doesn't tell anyone because he knows well that it would make him look very odd. Convivialwarbler has a fear of being alone, it brings back back memories of when he struggled to survive. I forgot to mention the appearance of this stud. He is a decent sized tom with a pure white pelt. His upperhead is pitch black with a white strip coming up from his eye up to his forehead like a scar. His tail tip and paws are black as well. His eyes a like gems. Shining and glimmering, never dull and always fascinating to watch as they sparkle in the sun. They highly resemble the sun, warm and bright and reliable. Joining Winterclan was the best thing Convivialwarbler ever experienced. He was no longer alone. His strengths grew and his cleverness shown brighter. This is wear his story begins.
Aspenpool
Roleplayed by bramblestep
With no outstanding features, Aspenpool appears to be nothing more than the average cat at first sight. Hidden within the bland mask is a world of something that could be easily turned into danger, curiosity. Unremarkably talented in the skill of fighting and hunting, Aspenpool resorts to more reckless situations with these two advantages. These contain things that could be life threatening, but there's always a plan behind her wicked seeming ideas. Not caring much of other cats, she has a general distaste for ones that are social, talkative creatures. Although easy to follow orders, she has a bad time cooperating with others. Unsocial and seemingly cocky, she has an extremely hard time making friends. Other than what's behind the mask, Aspenpool has a light grey coat with charcoal stripes. Her eyes are a distant blue, green. But nothing that could have attracted a bystander. She's different, she's Aspenpool.
Avianantique
Role-Played by just.that.simple.
A moon-silver tom that looks as though snowflakes were printed all over his white-sheened pelt, since his light grey fur is sprayed with freckles of white all along his back, like a correlation of stars in the morning sky. His eyes are a vivid blue with an undertone of indigo, since his eyes remind you of the depths of the ocean, all dark and unyielding. He is a mysterious cat, surrounded by an air of dark mystery-- oh, he's got his secrets alright, but he's a loyal cat at heart. He knows how to set right from wrong, and established his own moral code at a young age, since he was abandoned on the snowy territory of WinterClan as a kit, shivering on the very top of the mountain their land stretched to. His mother was too weak and couldn't supply enough milk for him as a kit, and in the season of leaf-bare she only grew more frail. Finally, she decided that since she couldn't care for him and reluctantly made the difficult decision of leaving him just inside the WinterClan border for their patrols to stumble upon. So he grew up in WinterClan without any kin, and without knowing his own mother. However, not many cats know his background story, except for those close to him, which adds to the layer of mysteries circling him. He loves the snow and enjoys winter because he was born in the midst of it, and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes as a kit was blankets of white everywhere: snow. He has a certain fascination with snow, and likes watching all the different-shaped snowflakes fall from the heavens-- it is a peaceful sight, to him. He has gone through many periods of hardships in his life, but it has made him who he is today, and so he would not take any of it back if he could. He knows it is all for the best, and he lives solely for his clan. He can be a bit guarded at times, afraid that if he gets close to somebody they'll leave or disappear, or run away. He's never had a family to care for or to be cared for by, and so he does not know the true meaning of love. He can get lonely somtimes though, and so he aches to someday start a family of his own to replace the lack of one in his past. As well as harboring a love for snowflakes, he is intrigued with the sky, and the vivid blue of it, and the birds that soar across it's horizons. He is a man of the frozen, wintery ground as well as the crisp, free air. This thoughtful quality allows him to be a deep thinker and be wiser than his years, though nobody recognizes this in him-- he is like an old antique; special and priceless, but just forgotten and unused at first glance. He is determined to change that though, and make a difference.
Mate | N/A
Kits | N/A
Apprentice | Ninepaw
Aspenhowl
Role-played by baewolf
She's not your normal she-cat, that's for sure. Her body is more shaped like a toms with thick muscles and long legs. But she still carries an air of beauty. She is elegant with an angular face and golden, almond shaped eyes. Her fur is a dark golden brown with a few pale patches of grey blended here and there. There's a layer of dark tabby markings that bring out the earthy tones of her fur, as does the white that colors her chin. Aspenwolf can be quiet, but when she speaks it's worth listening to. She is very intelligent, and one of the most loyal cats you could meet. Meeting her in battle is not something to look forward to, this she-cat posses great strength and good tactics. She strives to become leader one day, and hopes maybe she can earn the respect of all her Clanmates.
Creeklight
Role-played by Cherrywish
She steps lightly, paws glistening near the snowy white socks drawn on from long ago. Ocean irises circle around a dark pupil, pulsing in the midnights dark, but never truly enhance the articles stretched and flexing around her. Nuclear optics disfigure the vibrant fumes of her tabby pelt and ignite the passionate luminescence located inside her delicate interior, the beauty of a skeleton locked away, kept a secret in the middle of her radiant anatomy. A cat striped in icicles of the blackest sky seem to be stirred and mixed and bundled together to form a slice of illuminating cocoa patches adorned directly aloft soft, creamy ears and a serrated spine. Creeklight excludes the marvelous disposition of her everyday genre when facing ones she does not prefer to interface with and instead switches her lusterous essence into a kind tone of speak to embrace her companions. She contains a zig-zag sort of attitude and consistently positions herself in an uncanny way. She'd much rather jostle her own way through additionals than taking the time to articulate unscheduled responses. This tabby is also one who propels herself forward in an attempt to educate her body in beautiful context. Creeklight's naturally-borne complexion is extremely plain but chiseled and pointed in every which way. Her tongue is a dark berry shade and covered in tiny goosebumps and consists of a rough yet very velvety texture. She isn't one who ensures others will help her and enjoys having that sort of look on things, since she believes very much in herself. She looks out for herself and disrupts peace in other souls.
Wolfcatcher
Roleplayed by randomkitty333
Wolfcatcher is a complicated cat. I’ll start right off the bat, she is a large she-cat. She looks like a clean cut suit: white with a black tux and bright amber eyes. She was born a very friendly kit, the oldest of her little of three. Her younger siblings included Whitecomet and Lunasmile. They looked up to her and adored her. She was a wonderful sister, looking after her siblings and protecting them and helping them. She was orphaned. Found somewhere along the border with her sisters and taken in with a foster mother, but she died when they were apprentices. Wolfcatcher got very little attention as a kit because she gave her sisters lots of attention and so did everyone else. Slowly, she began to curl up into her own little protective shell. She is cold to the world, only her sisters don’t mind the cold. You may be wondering, who would name their kit Wolfkit. Well, she was always a fierce little thing. Her fiery eyes burned into everything, and her speed and strength helped. She truly is large for a she-cat with large ears, legs, and a bushy tail. She is like a hard candy with a chewy inside. The outside is hard and sour but the inside is soft and sweet. You just have to put up with the exterior before getting to the interior. Her sisters truly care for her, wanting her to be more open and friendly, like her sweet and soft inner self. But she has yet to be cracked open, and that may only be able to be done by love. But she gives love a cold shoulder, unless it is to her sisters. She is very serious and a mentor all apprentices fear because of the hard work she pushes on them. Even as an apprentice, she was hard working and admired, but feared. Other apprentices often picked fights with her, thinking she was being a show off or arrogant, but they never won. Whenever her sisters were picked on, she went into a fierce rage. She is extremely protective of her family, but is the most fragile of them.
Venombite
Roleplayed by 'LilMonster
Ever since he was a young kit, Venombite knew something was wrong from within him. Was it normal to be able to hear out of only one ear? Or see clearly out of one eye? These were questions he had to ask himself when he was younger, and now as a full grown warrior. he knows the answer is no. It's not normal. Born partially blind in his right eye, he was never able to see the world to the fullest. His right ear is droopy and seems to be inactive - that's because he's deaf in that ear. Growing up he was teased for not being normal which really did damage to his self esteem. He feels as though he isn't good enough for anyone or anything and seems to spend his days off to the side, not interacting much with other cats in the clan. In his heart he would love to go talk to others and sometimes you can see that want glowing in his soft green eyes, but his confidence gets the best of him. Being born in WinterClan his pelt is long and plush, mainly a white color but some dark brown tabby splotches hold themselves on him. The right side of his face is white while part of the left side of his face is tabby - from his ear to around his eye, wrapping around back to his neck. He is a sweet cat who seems sheepish whenever anyone tries to talk to him, the reason being he doesn't want others to hate him for his looks or find a way to bring it up. Curiosity killed the cat, right?
Harmonywhisper
Roleplayed by 'LilMonster
Elegance isn't something this gorgeous she-cat is lacking and neither is beauty. Younger sister to Venombite, they could not be more of opposites. Her bright ocean blue eyes hold a flirtatious look in them, and in a way she is a bit full of herself. Always being fancied by toms as a kit, she never had that "neglected" aspect to her. Harmonywhisper's long haired pelt is always neatly groomed. She wouldn't be caught dead with a filthy pelt. She is a flirt to all of the toms she meets unless there is something extremely unappealing about them, which is a pretty low bar for her. Few brown patches place themself along her pure white pelt, one being on her head, more specifically on her ears and across her head. There is a soft color around her eyes were brown merges to black, but the bridge of her nose and below her eyes remains snow white. Her small pink noise can detect a threat from afar, surprisingly a great strength of hers. Medium sized, this bold she-cat can hold her own in a situation, but she's not nearly as built as a tom. Harmonywhisper doesn't hold many she-cats in her circle of friends, mainly because she loses their trust after flirting with so many toms. Not much prevents her from going after what she wants.
Abstractedmind
Roleplayed by 'LilMonster
Found inside of WinterClan territory as a kit, he raised in the nursery and eventually grew into the warrior he is now. He is a handsome tom, medium-sized with a long mostly black pelt. White stretches from his chest to under his stomach. His toes on his front legs on his left back leg are white as well as the bridge of his nose. It's obvious that he's always caught the attention of she-cats and he's noticed that but quickly forgot. That's another thing, one of the reasons he was given his name. Abstractedmind is a forgetful tom, never seeming to remember things. Sometimes it's little things like what he caught on his hunt or what time he took his walk, but sometimes it's bigger things like clanmates names or what time of day it is all together. Sometimes he's disorientated in the morning, thinking he's a kit back in the forest but waking up inside a den full of other cats. He's afraid he'll never find a she-cat who will put up with him, but don't worry, he'll quickly forget that too.
Lilacfeather
Roleplayed by Peacockfortune27
Beautiful and enchanting, too bad her heart will never be own by a tom. Her body is petite, her paws small and delicate, her looks fragile. Her fur is based white, and calico colors of black, grey, orange, and cream. Her eyes are a gorgeous blue green, that's hinted with grey. She's very social, very active, nothing that you would call out of the blue. By normal appearance she would be considered very ordinary. The only thing that makes her different is her attraction to the same gender. She homosexual, yet proud of it completely, and has such a charismatic personality others except it easily too. Kind and generous, and many outstanding traits make this she cat a real catch. You just have to be the right cat.
Nightrose
Played by CottanCandii
Beauty, with a bite. A child within one grown. What is she? Regal and icy, thorny and graceful. Nightrose has a fluid way of moving, and a sharp tongue. It's hard as heck to get next to her side, and be prepared to trek through a painful place to reach it. And even then, you might not meet her standards. The black-pelted she-cat is known for being tricky, complex. But if you look inside, what will you see? A cat hiding behind insecurities? Doubts? Just looking for help? Pah. Nightrose is above such things. Friends and mates, such silly things. They never last very long, so she doesn't rely on them. She holds close to nothing for her clan, and only really loves her siblings. The cold look in her turquoise eyes doesn't encourage her clan-mates to sidle up close to her - in fact, they usually only draw in trouble. And she likes trouble. No knight in shining armor for this girl; she'd rather have a bad boy. One that encourages her to stay out, to get her dainty little paws in some trouble of her own. Perhaps Nightrose just needs the right thrill to switch her out of her icy personality.
Ceruleansin
Roleplayed by CottanCandii
The deep depths of his cerulean gaze draw many to this tom, but you'll find he's rather shallow. Aesthetics matter greatly to him, as well as one's worth and position. Ceruleansin isn't above doing sneaky tricks, a look at his past will find you a record of them. On the first glance, many find him attractive - with his sleek black pelt splashed with white, and those spectacular eyes and build. When you become closer to him