Rogues
Silverember
Sal's Character
Silverember is a rather pretty tabby she-cat, with orange-red spots dashing through the darker brown-black stripes. Her fur looks like a type of black fire that you wouldn't be able to take your eyes off of. It's longer, having a more sleek look to it. Her eyes are lined in orange, and they are a silver-blue color that seems to darken in the sun shine. Around her neck is a collar, seeing as she was once a kittypet, long ago. She's a small cat, which is a good thing, since she didn't grow too much after she joined the rogues, otherwise she probably would have choked thanks to the collar. Her fur also has white around the chest, and her ears are lined with black. (Finishing Info later)
Frostfeather
Sal's Character
Frostfeather is a pale silvery tabby with darker, almost gray, stripes, a white line up her nose. There is a small silver dot in the middle of the white stripe. Her muzzle, chest, and neck (all the way around) are completely white. Her ears are shadowed in gray. Her eyes, though, seem to be the most magical aspect of her. Those eyes are a unique prism all on their own, their oranges and reds, the pale blues and greens, the yellow mixed with the green inside of them, purely beautiful. Let's start with what Frostfeather is not. She is not gentle, she is not polite, she is not quiet. Frostfeather is not going to show you respect when you first meet her. Frostfeather is not a polite she-cat, nor is she humble. Frostfeather is a cold she-cat who will use force to get everything and anything she wants. She is not going to be quiet when someone is talking to her, and nor will she greet them with a bright tone and a happy smile. No, Frostfeather is proud and she is never, ever going to give you respect until you earn it by yourself. She doesn't plan to be cold and cruel, but it's just her personality. It's also the only thing she's ever known. Anyway, Frostfeather can be a bit heartless at times, showing no compassion or sympathy for anyone else. Yes, she is quite a bit of a selfish cat, but it's also because she doesn't know how to act. According to her, she has a better chance than most other cats, and if she had to save anyone, it would be herself. Frostfeather was raised to believe that no one will be there for her except for herself. So, she grew cold and became someone that only trusts herself. If she could go back and change herself, she would do it in a heartbeat, even though she will never admit that to anyone else. Frostfeather, secretly, wishes that someone else would come and heal her burns, but if that were to happen it would be too good to be true. So, instead, Frostfeather will wait for the end to come. Still, if the end does not come she will stay the same, never moving from the place that she has taken a hold upon.
Skyecloud
Sal's Character
Skyecloud is an interesting she-cat. Her pelt ranges from gray to brown to a light tan too a white and it all mixes together to create her tabby pelt. The grays and browns and tans are upon her face, the light tan flickered around her muzzle and the brown more in the stripes and the grays. She has four white paws and pale blue eyes. Her ears are tipped with black and she is almost a small she-cat, almost. She's a little larger than her sister, Everlastingnight, but shares about the same body size. Skyecloud is a she-cat that is a mix of emotions. Sometimes she is bright and cheerful, sometimes she is cold and pushy. It depends on the day and what mood she happens to be in. Everlastingnight is the one Skyecloud is extremely close to. They are the nieces of Shywind and Deadlyheart. Skyecloud is generally a kind she-cat, seeming to be relaxed around new faces. Yet, she does have problems keeping herself cool for a long period of time. The she-cat can be easily annoyed if she must repeat things, and she's terribly eager to please, always causing herself to get hurt. She is deathly close to Mumblestorm, having fallen in love with him. Skyecloud is an emotional she-cat, being unable to process certain things she does as wrong or right, and she seems to be sensitive to what others say towards her. Unlike her sister, she has some skill in battle, though admittedly she's rash and rushes into things without thinking, making her less likely to be a good fighter and more likely to end up dying. Skyecloud doesn't exactly seem to mind it too much, though. She has always been referred to as a bit of a daredevil, but she doesn't know when to stop. She'll keep saying she's fine and there's no need to worry, but there really is. Altogether, she is a mix of every emotion you can think of any more, it would take too long to explain every single tiny detail of this wild she-cat.
Undyingstorm
Sal's Character
Undyingstorm is a unique siamese tom. He has a completely black face, ears included. On down his body is white fur with copper sparking through it until you reach his lower back, which is a dark brown that fades into a copper shined black. His paws share the same color code as his lower back and he literally looks like he's a half-colored cat. His eyes are a dark green that are covered in shadows no matter what kind of light is landing on him. This tom is a cold and cruel individual, never once allowing others to get a hold of his mind. He is fiercely independent and is definitely not above murder. He has his strong and high attitude, almost as though he feels superior to everyone else that he comes in contact with. Undyingstorm isn't exactly cruel, per say, he's just kind of lost. It's not much of an excuse, but it's the only one he has. His attitude softens when he's around Immortalsoul, his best friend and the she-cat he is slowly falling in love with. He becomes slightly more gentle and seems to actually purr, something that no one would ever point out to him because he's liable to rip out their throat. Undyingstorm is an interesting tom, honestly, always seeming to see things in a way that others can't. Though, they usually don't listen when he explains things because they're more worried about if he's going to suddenly become angry or not. The only one that actually seems to be interested in what he says, he's realized, is Immortalsoul, and that's probably because her mind is just as warped as his is. Undyingstorm almost lost his mind when he was a kit. He and Immortalsoul had both been born in a place where they were going to get eaten... by another cat. It was a sickening place and they were all trapped in cages. Ironically, their parents named them Undying and Immortal. Eventually, both he and Immortal were saved from the place, but Undyingstorm had never been able to stand other cats - with the exception of Immortalsoul - ever since that happened. He is cold and icy toward anyone and everyone that reacts to him. Yet, there is a kind of shimmer inside of him that only comes out when he's with her. Perhaps he depends on Immortalsoul more than he knows. None-the-less, Undyingstorm is a dark tom that will never shift from the attitude that he has become accustomed to.
Wolfmoon
Sal's Character
Wolfmoon is an orange tabby tom with darker stripes. He has a slightly tanned muzzle and stomach, and is more of a lean tom than a muscled one. He, like Snowfang, depends more on speed than strength. He has a slight m shaped on his head and his eyes are outlined in white. His eyes are an olive green-yellow color that seems to become darker in the sunlight. His pelt isn't fiery at all, it's just kind of sandy instead of orange. Wolfmoon is a quiet tom, always being careful and considerate whenever he voices opinions or thoughts. He and his sister were extremely close, but they both eventually went their separate ways. He became a rogue and she became a deputy, even though she recently lost her life. Wolfmoon is almost philosophical whenever he speaks. The tom is generally gentle with others, having a simple sense of life and always seeming to be either serious or amused. He can be teasing, but it depends on who he's with. Otherwise, he goes back to his serious interior and becomes the same quiet and thoughtful tom. He tries to be respectful toward everyone, whether they be enemies or friends. It can take cats aback, having a rogue treat them as though they're an equal, but no one ever said Wolfmoon was typical. Plus, Wolfmoon was once a clan cat. He was considered an apprentice, but he grew and he became older and eventually got his rogue ceremony. It gave him the name of Wolfmoon. This tom is one of those cats that you'll see and think that he is so sophisticated and amazing. He shares the same polite attitude of the snowy rogue tom and he has the same gentle attitude as well. Though, no one can really say why they're so similar. Anyway, Wolfmoon is Wolfmoon and that's how he plans to stay.
Snowfang
Sal's Character
Snowfang looks like snow, that is the easiest way to explain him. He blends in to the palest things and seems to be snowy in his own ways. The tom is white, pure white without an inch of any other color except for his pink nose and his pink ears, but all cats seem to have that. His eyes are a mix of yellow, brown, and green, but he usually refers them to yellow, if he refers to himself at all. Snowfang is a silent tom, silent and brooding. He is graceful, and usually sits high up in trees and jumps down without a single hitch. When he touches the snow his paws don't even leave imprints, and why is that? It's because Snowfang is light-footed. He is very, very light-footed. He barely touches the ground as he walks, and he doesn't even stir up leaves in a forest. Despite all the things he's good at, there are even MORE things that Snowfang is terrible at. He is a failure when it comes to expressing himself emotionally, always explained as an impassive and neatly cold tom. If he stumbles over anything, it's his own words, if you can even talk him into speaking at all. He is a quiet fellow, and doesn't have many friends because of it. He has a strong sense of righteousness, and is sometimes told he has the attitude of a clan cat. He tries to avoiding stuttering when and if he speaks, so he pauses and he reads the words in his mind, then he'll speak. He also refuses to fight unless he is absolutely needed, making the rogues sometimes believe that he is not exactly on their side. He is, though, if only because he loves one of the rogue leaders, Silentstep. She is one of the only cats that can get him to talk and he finds her beautiful, funny, and altogether one of the most wonderful cats he has had the pleasure of meeting.
Breezestripe
Sal's Character
Breezestripe is a silver-gray tabby. His stripes are a darker gray and he has that same darker gray splashed throughout his entire pelt. Breezestripe has golden-yellow eyes that seem to have orange dashed into them. His nose is outlined by the same dark gray as his stripes and his muzzle and stomach are the only pure white colors on him, even if his pelt is terribly pale. Breezestripe's attitude is the opposite of his pelt. He is cold, cruel, and seems to be amused when someone else is hurting, quite a terrible thing to be happy about, but it's just how he is. His personality can range from teasing to absolutely cruel, but again that's just how he is. Breezestripe has never been a happy-go-lucky tom, it's just not written into his DNA, nor is quite a few things. This tom is generally interesting to be seen with, always joking around and using sarcasm as his weapon, but he can be serious if he absolutely must, but I admit that he would rather not go that far. Breezestripe is said to be the stoic Snowfang's best friend, and that is quite an achievement all on its own. He is quite a tempered tom, letting his emotions control him. He loves one cat, and only that one. A loner by the name of Silversky. He and the other rogues saved her from a wolf and after getting into an argument with her they slowly began to get closer. He would do anything for Silversky, which is quite different than how he feels about everyone else. Perhaps, love really does make a person crazy. Anyway, Breezestripe can be gentle, but most of those emotions are aimed towards the one cat he has ever loved. Everything Breezestripe does is for her and everytime he pushes himself further it's for her. She is the only one he would do anything for. Breezestripe, all together, is quite a strange tom, but everyone is strange in their own ways, aren't they?
Swanwings
Sal's Character
Swanwings is a pretty brown and caramel colored she-cat with yellow-green eyes. Her body is slight and rather lean, giving her a slender look. She is a small she-cat, smaller than most her age and able to get into places most cats could not reach. She's not exactly well-muscled, but that could be because she will not raise her paws in battle, as the Rogue Code dictates. Swanwings is quite a bit like Everlastingnight at times, though she's got a temper and seems unable to sit still for long. It's all because of the fact that Swanwings feels if she's still, someone is going to die because of her foolishness. She's not laid-back at all, this she-cat is stressful and always seems to have a hard time relaxing, even though the other healers have tried time and time again to help her deal with her stress. Nothing works because she's just naturally like that. Swanwings is a normally quiet she-cat that can almost always deal with her problems herself, but she has her times when she doesn't wish to do anything at all. Sometimes, she believes that she'd be better off without being in the rank she is, but she can't exactly do anything for it. She likes being a healer, it's the only thing that she's useful at. It's also the only thing that she allows herself to wish to be. If she were to fight she'd feel sick about it later. The only way she'll fight is verbally, and that's just because she is a violent-hearted and slightly bitter cat. She's always been bitter, as the only rogue kit to survive from her litter, she learned to protect herself and keep the rest of the world at bay. From her belief, as long as she cares about herself, no one else matters. Still, this she-cat would give her life up to save someone else. Anyone has the chance to live in her mind, and if she has to give up to give them a life, so-be-it. Swanwings is an interesting she-cat, all-in-all. She's bright, gentle, caring, but has her bad emotions to, anger, fear, and even her slightly selfish attitude. Anyway, Swanwings is a wonderful she-cat that would do anything to make sure everyone got a happy life.
Everlastingnight
Sal's Character
Everlastingnight is a beautiful silver-gray tabby. The lines in her fur moving erratically and in no specific pattern, each one being from a dark gray to a black. There were speckles of gray in her fur as well, along with a few 'pure' places, that would be her neck, chest, and stomach. Her eyes are a bright, shimmering blue that seems absolutely endless and almost utterly too kind. Which is actually what Everlastingnight is: Utterly too kind. She's a small she-cat, weak and it shows in her slim body. She has always been more of a lover than a fighter, which is good since she happens to be a Rogue Healer. Everlastingnight is gentle, always finding a good soul in even the cruelest of cats. Perhaps she is a pacifist, perhaps she doesn't like it when cats fight, perhaps she is protective and loving at the same time. Still, everyone knows Everlastingnight as the she-cat who has always had a gentle nature to her, even to cats that couldn't stand her. She pushes herself too hard to be the best, but everytime someone tells her she just says that she needs to get better still. Maybe she's right, but more than likely Everlastingnight is fine how she is. Everlastingnight is a bright she-cat, one who watches everyone with care and love and kindness. Yet, one cat has her attention more than the others: Corr. She has fallen in love with him, no matter what he's done wrong she believes she needs him. No, she knows she needs him. Absolutely knows that she desires to be near him and with him. It's as though he's opened something inside of her that she didn't know she possessed. The she-cat will always be gentle and loving and so kind it's almost a painful thing to see, but she is also in love with a wonderful tom who she believes has a chance to save himself and her. Everlastingnight is truly a cat to be revered. She is gentle, kind, loving, and does not judge a cat, no matter how cruel or heartless their past was, she only judges them for who they are right now. She is, truly, a wonder.
MoonClan
Cloudedmoon
Cloudedmoon is a black tabby with white around the edges of his earthly green eyes, and slightly tan coloring on his nose and around his whiskers. He also has white from the bottom of his nose, underneath his muzzle, across his underbelly and across the underside of his tail. Far from typical, Cloudedmoon can never seem to find himself understanding the reasons of the crowd. Nor, in fact, does he understand how he ever came to be in the position he's in. He's never shown much care for being a high rank. In fact, he would have felt peaceful about being a permanent warrior. It would have been much more simple for him had he never been picked to be a deputy. But he had, and he takes pride in his rank. He is obviously shy - disinterested in most everything - but terribly shy whenever someone attempts to speak to him. Though, he has realized he has to at least attempt to overcome that. Recently, he's tried to find himself speaking more to other people, stumbling and stuttering through what he says, but getting it out none-the-less. Cloudedmoon honestly looks much darker than he actually is, his pelt shimmering like the moon in the stars, and giving him the feel of an otherworldly and extremely fierce and cold leader. He, though, has never felt he could become that, especially since he tends to be so innocent and kind toward others. Many blame his shy exterior and his fear of being a leader to his father; his past. He never much likes to dwell on what happened to him, and often times pushes it away before someone can ask about. He has always had the feel of someone that is afraid of what everyone else thinks of him. Amazingly enough, many cannot seem to truly understand him. He switches from emotion to emotion so easily, and seems as though he's one thing when he's the complete opposite. He holds the air of a truly understanding tom, one that would welcome the love of the world if they would welcome him back. Still, his entire persona requires others to look at him. To some, he's the aloof, disinterested tom that he appears at first glance. To others he's the gentle, tongue-tied, shy tom that he would prefer to be seem as. It all depends on what angle others look at him. *Apprentice* Celestialpaw
Irispetal
Irispetal is a pretty tortoiseshell she-cat. Her coloring is odd for tortouseshells. Creams, grays, and beiges, as well as white along the paws, muzzle, neck, and underbelly. She has darker blue eyes that seem almost washed out, and black-tipped ears. Irispetal is slightly cold toward those that speak to her. Consistently, she finds herself wishing she was somewhere, anywhere else. Never has she found herself honestly interested in a conversation. She prefers the silence, the peace of being by herself and being somewhere where no one else will ever come to bother her. Curiously, the she-cat likes the night the most. She finds herself disappearing from the den to explore the territory only when the moon is high up in the sky. The sounds of the night feeling like something from a dream to her; somewhere where no one can ever touch her and she can find herself at ease. She is a graceful she-cat, though obviously far from gentle and far from perfect. She has raised herself to be unafraid of turmoil and less afraid of the unknown. Almost completely fearless, and almost eternally faithful to herself and no one else, Irispetal seems far from the type that would stay in a clan where you must depend on others. Her only response to them is that she will stay there, because for now it is her home, no matter how hard it is for her to feel at home there. The woods, the sounds in the trees, all of it is home to her. She wouldn't rather be anywhere else, even if she may have a cold, bored aura to her that makes her seem completely unapproachable. Apprentice: Singedpaw
Eternalslumber
Eternalslumber is an effeminate tom that tends to get frustrated whenever someone refers to him as a she-cat instead of a tom. With gray-black tabby markings along most of his body, and some ginger colors outlining the black-gray he finds himself looking more like a she-cat than anything else. Almost completely white besides the tabby markings along the top of his back, face, and ears, and sharing the look of a small apprentice, he finds himself frustrated at the entire world because of it. His eyes, though, are mismatched, barely so. One eye is completely blue-green, the color of the dark lakes that lay in MistClan territory. The other eye is mostly blue-green, but the bottom part of it shimmers with a golden flicker that carries the mismatched tone of his eyes. Eternalslumber is a consistently annoyed tom, finding things to complain about in all the simple things. Despite having an air of a kind tom that will open his heart to you, if you mistake him for a she-cat, even once, you will never be able to get inside of his kinder side. No, he will consistently abuse you with his words, finding no interest in being friends with cats that make such a fools mistake. He has always had the look of a she-cat, and when he was an apprentice he found himself in many fights with his fellow clanmates because of it. Despite his small, girlish stature, he holds himself in a way that has endless pride to it. For he is definitely a proud tom, perhaps even slightly cocky. If you don't mistake him for a she-cat, he is actually quite a kind tom. Friendly and willing to befriend you without even a flash of his usual snappish attitude. In fact, he seems almost cheerful to become your friend if you don't manage to make that mistake. He can be an interesting friend at that; holding much knowledge. In fact, the tom seems to know quite a bit about the clans in general, though it seems almost amazing that he can. Still, you'll only learn from him if you don't call him a she-cat, and can handle how he almost seems moody at all times.
Raggedstorm
Raggedstorm has an almost lazy aspect to him. He tends to find himself lying around more than he does much of anything else. A curiously colored tom, with mixed tabby markings. The colors, a pale toffee and gray mixing together to make his already pale fur look more so. His eyes aren't much, just a light, dead looking yellow that makes him look even more pale than he already is. He knows what he is supposed to be doing, and he does it at a slow, easy pace that many find they can keep up with. He's never been one to push himself too much, preferring to stay right where he is, and definitely preferring that soothed, generally peaceful aura that he creates. Though some will find him frustratingly slow and want nothing more than to rip him apart, he likes that he has his own, special pace to him. In fact, if you think about it, Raggedstorm seems almost like he has a soothing feel to him. Something that apprentices adore because he makes it more than easy for them to keep up with him, in fact, he makes it almost amusingly simple for them. He has a simple personality, one that doesn't sway easily and he normally seems as lazily calm as anything else. He always seems to prefer the idea of staying the same, staying exactly the same and never moving beyond that. *Apprentice* Myriadpaw
Enchantedwoods
Many cats find that they only need one word to explain Enchantedwoods: elegant. She is an elegant she-cat with longer fur. Her face is lightly striped with orange, and underneath her eyes and over her nose and whiskers orange flashes lightly. Her fur is also slightly tinted with the orange color, and her tail holds more signs of the orange, making tabby markings there. Her eyes are a darker blue that seem as though they see through to your very soul. Enchantedwoods has a very kind aura to her, one that makes everything else seem to fade into the background. Hard to anger, and yet harder to please, she is a tough she-cat, but not too much so. And even when she turns someone down her voice is laced with that calm kindness that it so often holds. It's almost as if she understands everything going through someone's head and is ready and willing to accept and enjoy what they are going to say. In fact, many cats tend to come to her for advice. She has a motherly air to her, and seems as if she can understand everything that's going on with you. Even if sometimes she can become irritated and frustrated, she still has that kind air to her. It's something that many cling to and wish to hold on to, and she seems to understand that, as if she knows what it's like. Her attitude isn't very rare, but it is quite interesting. *Apprentice* Kindlepaw
Whickerwind
Whickerwind is, in one word, serious. He has a tabby pelt that is a mix of brown, ginger, and white, and his eyes are a simple green-yellow that seems almost too pale. He has tufts of fur on his neck that are much longer, but that's about it. Otherwise, the tom is plain and serious, finding himself bored of the entire world and completely honest with himself. He cannot find anything to amuse himself with, and doesn't bother to attempt jokes - not that he'd be any good at them. No, Whickerwind is totally and completely serious. Not shifting from that in the slightest, which can also make him quite severe. He seems like the type of tom that many find boring and lame, though his attitude seems to soften in the slightest with apprentices and kits, something that many find amusing about him. His entire self is something out of a seemingly cheerless box. One that is plain brown and has no coloring on it at all. That would be a good way to explain the almost cheerless tom. Who seems to constantly have his priorities set for him and seems to plan everything out. In fact, it's kind of a joke with many of the other warriors that no one can shift that mask of utter emotional relaxation. Which, honestly, could be quite close to the truth. He doesn't often move out of his serious attitude and become something more... amusing. He is completely and totally plain, and he's happy enough to admit that he would more than like to stay that way.
Ghostpaw
A ghostly-looking she-cat. Her pelt is pale, and shimmers in the sunshine that crowds through the treetops.White is on her chest, muzzle, underbelly, and about half-way up her paws. In parts of her pelt she looks like a black tabby, in others a silver tabby. She allows others to decide that. Her eyes are the color of the sky of a bright morning, and as pale as ice. Ghostpaw is a kind she-cat, who trained in being a medicine cat apprentice for a while, and then backed down because she felt she was better suited as a warrior. A light-hearted and happy she-cat, she can find herself getting involved in almost everything and anything. She's a bright she-cat, one who tends to be able to understand most things with an ease that is strange and quite fascinating. Ghostpaw finds herself in more situations that she can possibly understand. Her spirit is stronger than she likes to believe, and her mind is wide open and ready to welcome the world. She seems to have the air of someone that will accept anyone and everyone. Overly kind, is what many like to refer to it as. She enjoys taking walks, finding that when she's allowed to explore the world she's more willing to learn and understand the facets of it. Always eager to learn, she oftentimes pesters her mentor to teach her new tricks. Ghostpaw holds herself to a high regard. Inable to accept nothing but the best from herself, and pushing herself to the peak of her abilities. Altogether, Ghostpaw can be a very interesting, bright, and stubborn she-cat. One that wouldn't give up on herself unless she felt she truly couldn't push any further. Mentor: Flightsoul
Torrentpaw
Torrentpaw is a mixed tabby she-cat. Her pelt is a mix between orange and black. The stripes interacting to make her a black-orange tabby. Mostly, her pelt is orange-tabby, pale orange. Her fur seems more white with specks of the orange in it, and along her paws and back-legs her stripes seem more open. Her eyes are mix of green and yellow. Making her eyes the center of her entire being. Her eyes are what attracts attention first. Those green-yellow eyes that seem so calculating. Torrentpaw has a swift temper and is easily angered. She has a sharp-tongue and and even sharper mind. Her entire self is radiating self-control and anger. It almost seems as though she's desperate to push the rest of the world away, desiring nothing more than to watch them fall and break. Her mind and her spirit are strong, showing that she knows what she believes, but if you push her she'll snap. A permanently small she-cat, Torrentpaw will always have the look of an apprentice, never growing much larger or seeming much bigger. She doesn't mind looking like an apprentice, but she can't take teasing remarks and tends to snap if someone does decide to tease her. It's partly her own fault, seeing as she can't exactly control her temper, even though she does try. No, she was raised to follow her beliefs and let her emotions show on the outside. Painfully honest and quick to share her feelings, Torrentpaw tends to make enemies quickly, and lose friends even faster. She isn't the type that will lie if you ask her something. She'll tell you exactly how she feels when she feels it and won't bother to sweeten it up any. No, she is cold to the end and seems inable to make anything she says sound any kinder. She's almost like a bitter kit that never wants to play with anyone else, but she tends to be worse. Her mind is a flash of emotions that never seem to want to break away from her, and she can't stop herself from attempting to bottle it up. When she fails, she snaps. And she normally does fail. Despite all this, she tries to be nicer to those that she feels she can find a safer ground with. Only with them, though. Otherwise, she is as cold and calculating as her eyes show. Mentor: Moonbeam
Jaggedpaw[thorn]
Despite his handsome outer appearance, Jaggedpaw is nothing but ice. True to his name, he is rough and has many places that needs to be smoothed out. Cold and calculating, the handsome tom sometimes finds himself moving away from the rest of the world, curling more into himself and swiping out whenever someone comes too close. His fur, in fact, in almost like his attitude. Dark tabby brown that seems burnt around his nose and whiskers. In some places, you can see the shining white that hides under his nearly completely brown tabby pelt. His eyes are the only things of him that seem to have any emotion at all in them. The yellow seems to shine and then flash with his emotions, showing that he does feel more than his icy calm and radiant anger. The tom has flashes and flickers of other emotions, long forgotten, that he tries to bury deep within. In fact, he doesn't really know why he feels so cold and angry inside. It's as though something has broken in him and doesn't want to come out. He is calmer to some, but to most he is cold, fierce, and more than calculating. Indeed, he seems almost like he has something that is more than wrong with him. Almost as if he would kill his best friend and feel nothing more than the slightest flicker for him or her. In fact, he probably would older feel the slightest flicker. Most of his feeling swould turn to anger at his friend being stupid enough to fall. He would find himself angry at them, not upset about their death. Oh no, he believes everything is their own fault, and if they make a stupid, silly mistake, that's their own fault. He's not going to bother blaming anyone else for it. No, it's always their own fault if they get themselves into mess. It's their fault that they mess up, their fault that they do things wrong. He would rather believe that than believe that things go by 'chance'. That there is truly such a thing as 'fate' and 'destiny'. No, he will always prefer his more practical approach to things. Which could be why he doesn't believe in StarClan. Oh no, he is much too practical to actually believe that there are cats that live in the sky. He is a realist. A cold, cruel, calculating realist that will always believe that he is right and the rest of the world is wrong. *Mentor* Wiltedflame
Rowanpaw [pond]
Rowanpaw is a small tom that is more down-to-earth than anything else. His fur is a pale, creamy orange color with lighter stripes cutting through it. His eyes are a careless amber that are always looking for the next big thing. He enjoys the simple things in life. The sunshine, the moon, the stars, the trees, leaves... the simple things always seem to interest him more than the bigger things. In fact, he seems to always want to learn more about those simple things than about the important things that the other cats want to learn about. He wants everything to be just right for himself, though if it's not he doesn't mind. No, he just keeps walking along, always searching for the next thing, and the thing after that, and the thing after that.... Rowanpaw is a curious tom, who tends to just shrug everything off and go on. Some cats worry that his sanity is at risk, and he just shrugs that off as well. He goes with the flow of things, finding that if he just accepts everything and keeps on moving everything will end up just fine. In fact, he's more than certain that accepting things and moving on is better than letting everything simmer inside. A truly relaxed tom who finds everything in life interesting and everyone amusing, he can often be seen gazing at bugs or watching the sky.. or doing something else that would be considered completely befuddling to most. Again, he is a relaxed tom. One that cannot seem to find the reasons in fighting and seems to want to refuse to fight whenever its mentioned. In fact, the very idea of fighting seems to suddenly make him frustrated and annoyed. And only that seems to be able to anger or upset him. With everything else he just kind of accepts it and continues on his way. Fighting is his weakness and his fear. He doesn't like the idea of it, he doesn't like the thought of it, and he definitely doesn't like it when he has to fight. He knows he's going to have to join in the fights, but he oftentimes wishes to step back and let others deal with it. Though, if he must fight he will. Rowanpaw is, in conclusion, just a curious tom. *Mentor* Ravenwing