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Wildstar
Willy's Character
Wildtail~ A battle-scarred fiery orange tabby tom with sharp yellow-amber eyes. Being a
senior Warrior and Deputy, Wildtail has learned to control his problems
of the past. When he was young, he use to have tempter management
problems and could be quiet violent to anybody outside StoneClan. Every
once in a while, when leading a patrol on the FrostClan border, he'd
start a border skirmish. However, time has smoothed his rough edges
like waves, leaving only a smooth, soft cat in it's wake. Being rather
calm and responsible, Wildtail still has a fiery temper when angered to a
certain extent. However, now that he has learned to control it, he's
more patient then before. Wise with his words, he can guard his
expressions quite well, and have proven to be indeed a great Warrior and
friend. Friendly and out-going towards fellow Clan-mates, he can be as
sharp as a thistle towards outsiders. Guarding his Clan with an extreme
passion and loyalty, Wildtail swears to be the best cat he can be. ~History~
Wildtail was born and raised in StoneClan alongside his siblings
Willowkit and Silverkit. For some strange reason, all three of them
looked different, with his flaming coat, Willowkit's dark brown, and
Silverkit's light grey. They had an exciting kithood, full of fun. When
they became apprentices, they were extatic and fast-learning when it
came to their training. Cept' Silverpaw, who exelled in hunting but
didn't like fighting. They're first battle came not too long after
they're apprenticeship ceremony, just enough to master a few battle moves.
Wildpaw, in a rage, fought as hard as he could but regretted it
afterwards due to heavy wounds and a moon visiting the Medicine cat.
However, during the battle, something terrible happened. Silverpaw had
died under a FrostClan cat's claws right in front of his eyes, and even
more horrifying, Willowpaw was seized from behind and captured as a
hostage when they fled. Begging the leader for moons to try to get
Willowpaw out, they finally tried something. Soon, they sent out three
cats in the dead of night to sneak into FrostClan camp, locate and retrieve Willowpaw, and make a dash to safety. When they came back
empty-handed, Wildpaw grew angry. They had successfully infiltrated camp
unnoticed, and got Willowpaw, but during they're escape, she paused.
Within seconds, pursuing FrostClan cats caught her once more. The
StoneClan Warriors had no choice but to run, leaving Willowpaw as she
turned back to FrostClan camp. One word echoed around camp that night, traitor.
And that word made Wildpaw grow into a rage. He ran out of camp towards
FrostClan, and it took four Warriors to stop him and turn him around.
For the rest of his apprenticeship, he did everything with an angry
edge, and when he wasn't, he quickly corrected himself. He warded away others, but had some good close friends who understood how he
felt. When he became the Warrior known as Wildtail, his anger calmed
slightly, and he made more friends and gained the support of his
clan-mates. However, the hidden anger reliesed whenever he saw
Willowbark at the border, almost always attacked her. His anger grew
when Willowbark became Willowstar, leader of FrostClan. However, it all
stopped during that dreaded battle when Wildtail watched as a Warrior
took Willowstar's last life. A dread spread through him, and for a while
after, he grieved silently when nobody was around. He didn't know why
all his feelings of hate seemed to vanish the moment his sister's
lifeless body was in front of him, but it did. However, if it taught him
anything, it's that anger only hurts others. Wildtail grew calm, at
peace. His heart aches when he thinks of Willowstar and Silverpaw, both
whom died in battle. Swearing to protect his Clan not with violence but
with a calm understanding, he spent a great many moons as a senior
Warrior of StoneClan before Goldenstar chose him as deputy.
Apprentice: Deeppaw
Apprentice: Deeppaw
Deputy
Littlesong
Viri's character
A very energetic and outgoign she cat, Littlesong is sleek and refined, very small. She is responsible, always putting others before herself. She is outspoken, and slightly stubborn, but she is also considerate. Littlesong is a bit of a klutz, but doesn't let that slow her down in the slightest. She'll always listen to another cat's problems, or inner issues. She is wary of cats who are taller then herself, for obvious reasons, as she's the size of a young apprentice, really, but this improves her speed. If only it wasn't for her clumsiness. She can often be found in any sunny patch, as she loves warmth, and positively hates leaf-bare. She loathes snow, not that she'd tell anyone her true feelings for the stuff. It's merely a nuisance to her. This she cat is fully clanborn, but doesn't care about pure blood. In her opinion, it's the heart of the cat that matters, and she tries to see the good in everyone. She is cautious of any cat outside Stoneclan, for purely self preservation. Littlesong is named for the fact that she was the runt of her litter. She was also the only one to survive to adulthood, out of four. She doesn't remember any of her siblings, however. Littlesong loves to help out with apprentices, sometimes even helping with the duties for them when she's got nothing to do. After all, she remembers full-well what it was like when she was an apprentice, and is constantly mistaken for an apprentice due to her size, by cats that don't know her. This is a bit hurtful, and she has a complex over her height, hating it whenever anyone calls her small or short. And when she's called an apprentice, she's just unnapproachable by anyone for a time. Apprentice: Cloudedpaw
Medicine Cat
Iceystorm
Cotton's character
Iceystorm is a calm, sweet apprentice who cares for her clan, and enjoys her place as the Medicine Cat's apprentice. She is an average-sized, light silver tabby, with warm, blue eyes. Her pelt glows like snow in strong sunlight.
Medicine Cat Apprentice
Icystorm will choose. If interested, talk to Cotton or Willow.
Warriors
Brackenfang
Iris's Character
Once he was dry and desolate, but now he is slowly changing in a process that is like wheel being turned little by little in a harsh effort. Now he is becoming more open, more friendly, yet that bitter tongue is still there. Is it possible he will change fully? Even though he will probably end up shy and not as talkative? Well, no matter what he is changing, straying away from that once dark world of his and stumbling into the light. Others may wonder who helped change him. Was it is brother? No, it wasn't. It was in fact Rabbitstep, but we will get into the reason for that later. Probably the only one who he truly fights for is Rabbitstep, but we won't get too much into that now. Despite his new, timid-rough attitude, he is indeed quite handsome, with slick golden-brown fur the color of a dark topaz stone beneath the quivering sun, and his eyes are a misty pale blue, like a leaf-bare sun that only brighten when he sees Rabbitstep. History~ We are almost close to the reason this golden warrior cares so much for Rabbitstep, yet let me explain his childhood first. His father was a respected warrior who cared about Goldenclaw, Goldenkit then, more than anything, leaving Brackenfang, Brackenkit, out. Everyday he would abuse his other son, Brackenkit, even during apprenticeship. Finally, when Brackenfang became a new warrior, the night of his vigil his father died, and Brackenfang just so happened to not be at his post at the time...Ever since, Goldenclaw has been intent on finding their father's murderer, and everytime he mentions this, Brackenfang suddenly becomes stiff, and guilt nags at him. Now we will get on to the Rabbitstep part. Okay, so he was foolishly taunting Hazelfeather's daughter Labyrinthkit, and soon he and Fallowfade got in a little fight. After that, another warrior threatened to kill him, but Rabbitstep took the blow, luckily she surivive, but it changed Brackenfang's heart to know that someone out there was kind enough to even risk their life for the likes of him. Ever since, he was strived to get Rabbitstep to notice him, and to become her friend, so all in all, though he won't admit it, he has a massive crush on the she-cat, and it is becoming even mroe noticable with each passing day. Kin~ Goldenstar (Brother) Slushfire (Step-sister) *Apprentice: Tearpaw*
Neonclaw
Ice's Character
He's quite handsome, I must say. Every inch of this toms body is covered in a rich, solid grey pelt. However, it's a deeper grey than the boulders that surround him. His eyes are an overcast of amber, flecked with the palest shades of green- a tantalizing combination. Warm sun rays reveal muscle, covering broad shoulders and a deep chest. As an apprentice and young warrior, every word was spoken with a stutter. He was just a nervous cat. Even though that stutter appears ever so often, this grey warrior is a different cat from the one he once was. What happened, you may ask? Well, the answer is quite simple. He fell in love. And to be quite honest, he never fell out of it. He's still in love. Neonclaw is still in love with Hazelfeather. Even though he knows she will never love him like she once did, he just can't help his feelings that tear without mercy at his heart. His eyes stare at her beautiful form as a ball of regret forms in his chest. He just can't help himself. Words cannot explain his feelings for her, besides simply stating that he is madly in love with an elegant creature that will never love him back. His kits, their kits, don't even know that he is their father. For all of their life, Neonclaw had been warned to stay away from them. So he watched them from a distance, not daring to take a step closer to them while Hazelfeather was around. He knew she didn't want him to. However, things have changed recently. In a soft voice she had said, "Neonclaw, they're you're kin too. You have every right to go and visit them." This was when Labyrinthheart had just had her kits. Neonclaw didn't even know how to react, he still doesn't know how to act. He's trying though. And there's always going to be that little spark of hope inside him.
Hazelfeather
Wiki's Character
Hazelfeather is a rather beautiful siamese she-cat with long, fluffy fur. Her shoulders, chest and forepaws are a pale cream colour, whereas her back, stomach and hind legs are a darker brown shade. Her black tail is unusually plumy and the majority of her face is covered in an onyx mask that brings out her breathtaking sea blue eyes. This StoneClan warrior is neither young nor old - she's somewhere in the middle, half of her prosperous life already over. She never allows herself to think of the way she will die and performs her warrior duties as quickly and efficiently as possible, eager to prove that age has nothing to do with someone's skills. Intelligent and wise, she is the perfect cat to go to when one is seeking advice. She always has something uplifting to say, whether it be a compliment or a simple 'good morning', and her gentle personality is what has made her gain so many friends. Hazelfeather has also had her fair share of mates, but we'll get into that later. She treats everyone as equals and is always ready to intercept an argument before it can errupt into a physical brawl. However, she is no push over, and will gladly unsheath her claws if someone threatens her or her family. She tends to know the right thing to say at the right time and keeps her thoughts to herself if she thinks it will make a situation worse, though she is honestly very outspoken. If she wants to voice her opinion, she will. Hazelfeather has a motherly trait that often has her fussing over kits in the nursery, especially now that her eldest daughter has kits of her own. She is an experienced mother after having two litters and manages to acquire the perfect balance between being too strict and too lenient, earning her quite the reputation amongst the young cats. The aging Siamese tries her hardest to make everyone in the Clan feel loved and welcomed, from the first newborn kit to the last dying elder. She would never betray her friends for anything and will, though somewhat reluctantly, admit when she's been in the wrong. Tactful, she knows how to calm someone down when they're upset and always makes sure the coast is clear before leaping into battle. To sum it all up, she's a loving, loyal warrior with a heart made of gold. Having taken part in the great war between the Clans, Hazelfeather has excellent fighting skills. Her fluffy pelt is a nuisance when she tries to run after prey, however, and therefore her main hunting methods involve close-range ambushes. Over the course of her life, she has had two mates; Neonclaw and Fallowfade. Neonclaw sired her first litter of kits (Labyrinthheart, Pastpaw, Quasarpaw and Fantasypaw) before a dispute tore them apart. She told him that she didn't want him anywhere near their offspring and lied to them about their father, saying that he died before they were born. Not too long later Hazelfeather met Fallowfade, who she instantly fell for and had her second litter of kits with (Polarpaw, Deeppaw and Stormingpaw). Fallowfade, Quasarpaw and Fantasypaw died soon after, however, leaving Hazelfeather heartbroken. She has sworn off anything to do with love now, feeling as though her heart will be torn out of her chest if she faces such anguish again. Unfortunately for her, butterflies flutter in her stomach whenever she approaches Neonclaw, and she fears that she may be falling in love with him all over again. ♥ Ex-Mates: Neonclaw and Fallowfade (deceased) || Kits: Labyrinthheart, Quasarpaw (deceased), Fantasypaw (deceased), Pastpaw, Polarpaw, Deeppaw, Stormingpaw || Grandkits: Runningkit, Badgerkit, Echokit and Umberkit ♥ Apprentice: Prairiepaw
Irisfrost
Wiki's Character
*Information Pending*
Apprentice: Hemlockpaw
Apprentice: Hemlockpaw
Forgottennight
Ara's Character
A young ragdoll she cat with pale blue eyes. Forgottennight is a fun loving cat who likes to play pranks. She tends to talk irregularly fast, and is hyper most of the time. Forgottennight was crippled in a rock fall, permanently damaging one paw so that she can never be a full warrior. She tries to work past it, but will never be able to fight or hunt as well as most cats. Forgottennight is the kind of cat you go to when your sad, or depressed. She's a good listener, and she likes to try and help. She's also a good jokester. Forgottennight likes to tell stories to kits, and tends to hang around by the nursery. This she-cat was once a good hunter, and she enjoyed just running out in the sunlight, having a good time. She used to be very solitary, but after the accident, she's been working on being more social, and kinder.
Runningstreak
Pebble's character
With an intricate bengal-fur pattern, this tom's personality rivals his pelt. With his warm chocolate eyes, Runningstreak can melt your angers away with one of his jolly glances. His lithe frame is accented with his rather long legs, and rather small front paws. Runningstreak is a rather flamboyant tom cat, with the energy of three kits. He's always eager to help anyone, and everyone. A lop-sided grin seems ever present on his face, and a joke constantly running through his lips. His very affectionate aura can get under some cats' pelt, if they're not used to being touched or having their personal space invaded. (Indeed, the tom thinks it odd that others are so picky about physical contact.) This goofy young warrior is willing to stick up for whatever he believes in, and fight for it to the best of his ability. (Even if hunting is his strong point). Despite this, though, Runningstreak has a tendency to play mediator between any cats that are bickering over something- it saddens him to see other cats furious with one another. This, especially, goes for his best friend Labyrinthheart. The two have been practically inseparable since kithood, and he'd do anything for her. (As well as the rest of their little 'gang', [mainly Labyrinheart's siblings] who've all been together since a few moons before their apprenticeship began.) Thinking back, it hadn't been too long after Runningstreak had joined StoneClan that they'd all come together. He had been a loner, living with his parents whenever a pack of hunting dogs had come chasing past them, hot in persuit of two hares. They lost the rabbits, but had gained two other catches that day. Having barely escaped them, Runningstreak had vowed to make the most out of life since then, to honor his parents lives. Not too long afterwards, the young tom (then just a small kit) had stumbled upon the StoneClan camp. Currently, he is loving his life in his clan and couldn't wish for a better one.
Imitationsoul
Ara's Character
Imitationsoul was brought to Stoneclan as a kit by her elder sister who later died from blackcough. She was one of the most stubborn and anti-social kits probably in existance at that time. She stayed by herself, all the time until she saw a kit called Stormkit being bullied, and decided to step in. She and Stormkit were fast friends and she was almost always seen with him. Around the time he became an apprentice, she went missing, and it is till now unexplained. She still won't talk much about it. When she came back she was clawed up and bloody. She’s reassigned herself as Stormpaw’s bodyguard, sw: lovebird and friend, and will hold him up in any way. Imitationsoul is stubborn, cynical, and downright mean to most cats, but always nice to Stormpaw. Apprentice: Moonpaw
Rowanclaw
Icey's character
Rowanclaw is a very sleek, brown tabby tom. His pelt is lined with black stripes everywhere, accented around his muzzle and ears. His paws and tail are a dark auburn, also lined with dark black stripes. He has a very sturdy build with strong shoulders, making him formidable opponent. Rowanclaw has a broad, pointed head with large, some-what pointed ears. His eyes are a deep russet brown color that reflects even the smallest amount of light, making them shine dangerously in the middle of the night. However, Rowanclaw is actually an extremely loyal cat to Stoneclan. He honors the Warrior Code and will do anything to protect it. Rowanclaw doesn't talk all that much but he surely can't turn down a good conversation. He is a very laid back cat but brutally serious during battle. He is a skilled warrior and a quick thinker.
Auburnsuns
Wiki's character
*information pending*
Apprentice: Cracklingpaw
Apprentice: Cracklingpaw
Charredskies
Karasu's Character
Charredskies is a solid red tom with piercing azure eyes and a muscular yet lean build that allows him to be strong and agile at the same whilst blending into the earthy soil of StoneClan. This handsome tom may seem intimidating at first glance but once you get to know him, he is able to charm all with his daring personality and dramatic impulses but most of the time he is thought be the attention seeking younger brother who constantly challenges everyone's patience, although he is actually passionately determined about almost everything... sometimes too determined. All-in-all he is extremely friendly, loyal and just plain kind but do not mistake this for weakness, dispite his outragiousness and loud mouth,if you were to meet the mezmerising tom on the battle field, he would assess the situation with a more logical approach and prefers maintaining stealth until his opponent drops his/her guard even though most would expect him to simply charge in head on no matter who his up against. Charredskies prides himself off his vast imagination and adventurous nature, always dreaming of unimaginable things and being different, that is just the way he is. If you are gonna be anyone, you should just be yourself. He spends most of his free time with his elder brother, Auburnsuns, nipping at the other tom's tail and simply being a pain. This energenic and fun-loving tom would do anything to keep his clan safe, and he almost never gives up or goes back on his word. || Kin~ Auburnsuns ||
Ravenskies
Iris's Character
Lurking around every corner, a fiery apprentice stalks, her sharp blue orbs glare upon any who dare defy her...Who dare go against her beliefs. This lean calico, with her white underbelly and sodden ginger patches bordering the silvery black marks on her body. Being sly, cunning, seductive, convincing, and intelligent, she possesses the skills of a great warrior...If only she would put those to justice. Instead, her heart has shed the good that once rested there, replaced by the looming evil she adores...That she finds powerful. Everything that has happened to her....Everything that has occured in her life...She blames it upon the loner-borns and half-bloods, despising them with a rotten passion. Only one goal seems to be fond within her....The goal to kill-no slaughter all of the filthy loner-borns and half-bloods! She trembles with satisfaction at the mere thought of slicing open their throats and watching a scarlet creek slip from them...Draining them from all power they possess. How do you think this all started? Well, many could say it was just a mistake, a simple accident, but no, Ravenpaw feels differently. When she was young, being the cheerful one she was, she yearned to make friends...Yet, when she decided to play with Labryinthpaw, Labryinthkit then, and her siblings, she accidently smacked the older kit to the ground, forgetting the fact that she was unbalanced and desperately bruised, and for that, she was ganged up on, only being defended by the kind Curiouskit. But even that small act of kindness couldn't help her forgive that wretched ebony-furred apprentice...So from then on, she loathed the siblings, Runningpaw along with them...Yet she took all the blame out on the loner-borns and half-bloods, believing they were useless burdens to the clan....So now she plans on slaugthering them all. Her followers consisting of Missingkit, Venomkit, and Fearkit...And she plans on corrupting others...Corrupting the other foolish kits....Maybe then she will have enough power...Enough to fulfill her goal....Her own justice. Kin: Slushfire (Mother) Nightstripe (Father) Duskkit (Brother) Riverkit (Sister) Followers: Venomkit, Missingkit, Fearkit Kills: Rosekit. Apprentice: Crimsonpaw
Stormchaser
Willy's Character
A rather strong, muscular brown and black classic tabby tom with bright blue eyes that shine with warmth. His coat is short and sleek, always staying well-groomed and healthy. As a kit and apprentice, Stormpaw was extremely shy and scared, obeying commands obediently with his head down, not daring to speak up more then a whisper. This acquired trait didn't come naturally; it was forced upon him by Ravenpaw through the moons of mental scarring and torture of the mind. She whispered words of hate into his ears, filling his mind with thoughts of his dead sister Rosekit, believing it was his fault she died the gruesome death she did. Ravenpaws' voice alone would send tremors up his spine and legs want to give way under him. It was enough to drive any average feline insane; however, Stormpaw wasn't precisely normal. A spirit of StarClan lay dormant inside of him, guiding his thoughts with milky soft words, comforting him even in the toughest of times. The tom discovered this to not be a shared quality in everyone, and kept it secret, even from his best friend Imitationpaw, whom stood up for him on multiple accounts, stopping Ravenpaw when she caught the calico she-cat tormenting him as if he was a mouse. And yet, even with these two strong pillars of support, what really kept him sane is Irispaw, a cute brown she-cat apprentice of FrostClan. These feelings inside of him first sparked when he crashed into her during a violent lightning storm, after being chased out of camp by Ravenpaw. Together, they seeked shelter from the storm, and he was intrigued and enticed by her peaceful ideals and dreams of the future. They started meeting in secret at the Tall Maple, and those meetings happened to be the only times he was ever truly happy. However, everything familiar in his world was torn away when Fang, the Seal that held apart the living and the dead, came to StoneClan. After a long overnight discussion with the leader and this stranger, it became apparent that he had to go with Fang, for he was a Light Vessel, one destined to be trained and fight as a Representative of StarClan, given strength and power through the spirit inside of him. Without given time to properly think, he was whisked away deep into unknown territory into a strange camp with the other Light Vessels from different Clans. Apparently, he was the last to arrive, and stumbled to keep up with the training. It was rigorous and hard work, and there were many times in which he thought he was just going to collapse and give up. But each time Fang was there. It was Fang who gave him courage, who made him who he is today. He took Stormpaw's worst qualities and turned them into priceless treasures as if by magic, showed him that he was not the mouse he thought he was, but a lion fighting to break loose. And by the destined time, when the star streaked across the sky, Stormpaw had transformed into Stormchaser, no longer shy or pathetic, but bold and daring. His fighting skills were unmatched by any but another Vessel, senses heightened and sharpened to detect the quietest noise, the smallest movement, the slightest quiver in the air. And when all hell broke loose, he was as calm and serene as a river, with all the deadly force of the rapids. He fought with extreme efficiency, taking down his opponents with the least possible movements without the need to kill, all with lightning fast reflexes. The Vessel War ended with the death of Deathcall, leader of the Dark Vessels. As soon as the life drained out of the Dark Forest living-spirit, a subtle peace spread throughout the chaos, all hostility drained out of opponents and leaving nothing more then the regret and sorrow for the dead. And with that victory, the spirit inside of Stormchaser dissipated. It was hard, at first, for him to manage without the constant soothing voice or added strength within him, but the lessons he learned on this journey was not forgotten. When he returned to StoneClan, a seasoned Warrior, he was welcomed home as a hero. Never more will he bow to the cunning, dark words of Ravenskies, or cower behind another feline like a helpless kit. No, he takes control of his own life now, with the courageous self-confidence that guides his paws today. And the same confidence that guides those same paws back to the Tall Maple, to meet with the stunning, beautiful Iriswind, rekindling what was lost all those moons of separation. And, as he is soon to discover, spark a flame of passion much stronger then a simple forbidden friendship.
Mishka
Splatter's character
Mishka is little brown she-cat, covered with burns and battle scars, a loner at first she decided to join the clan, refusing to change her name, as there where many cats who wronged her in the past, beating her savagely, underestimating what she could be because of her small size, she had been kicked from a group of vicious loners (her family) for her size, by the leader, her own mother! yet despite all this humiliation she desires revenge yet and determination still glows in her bright blue eye, the other being blind. For now, she will remain a loyal StoneClan warrior, but what will the future hold? Kin: Kashmir(Father, Will be Rped by me) Fallowsong( Mother, also Rped by me) and Frond (Brother, Rped by me as well) Apprentice: Stormingpaw
Breezewing
Moon's Character
Breezewing is a a small she-cat that has green eyes, Her fur is white, with tiny gray specks on her paws.She is a very well fighter, and she is also a good runner.She also is very kind and friendly to others accept for other clans.
Apprentice: Risingpaw
Apprentice: Risingpaw
Vermillionflames
Leafy's character
Vermilllionflames is a she-cat with fiery orange, crimson colored and white fur. She has jade green eyes, which she usually has narrowed. She gets jealous easily, and although she doesn't like to show it, just take one look at her narrowed green eyes and the envy in them is plain to see. She's the type to hold grudges for a long time, and if you do something to get on her bad side she doesn't forgive easily. Vermillionflames is sarcastic and hardly ever smiles, unless dryly. It's best not to disturb her when she's angry--which is most of the time--or she might get mad at you. Vermillionflames has many flaws, but one good thing about her is that she loves fighting with a fiery passion. She works long and hard at it, and never gives up even when she has the worst of injuries.
Apprentice: Polarpaw
Apprentice: Polarpaw
Crowskull
Karasu's Character
A shadowy tom with a pure jet-black pelt known as Crowskull graces the forest with his mysterious pressence. This wide-eyed warrior's gaze is a winter fog containing all of the traumas of his past that he rarely burdens anyone with. Among other things, the agile yet muscular tom is very noble, kind-hearted, selfless and compassionate ,although, he masks this side of him when he is with certain members of his clan to maintain his strong image. He is a master of the silent kill and stealth due to his appearance and his experiance in the forest but Crowskull is not the type of cat to jump mindlessly into battle, he can't bear to lose a clan mate especially if he had a chance to stop it. His past is a mystery to all except himself, he used to be a happy and cheery tom that seemed care free until he suddenly disapeared during a hunting patrol with his mentor and left no traces of him ever existing. A moon or so passed and he returned,but he was not himself. When anyone asked him what had happened and where he had been he would just stare blankly at them and not utter a word,for even he was not sure. But after some time, he was able to return to his usual self but now h is more careful an criptic, he was simly a victim of crue fate. Crowskull may seem strange but this handsome tom is still a good friend to have around. Apprentice: Frozenpaw
Thunderheart
Maple's Character
A light, classical tabby tom, with a tan and cream coat, with black stripes. His eyes, a normal pale green, nothing special about anything for this toms appearance, just the classic tabby. Though for his personality, it ever shifting, like Thunderheart acts sweet, and gentelmen like sometimes, but that may be because of his flirtatious personality. Thunderheart tends to flirt with almost any she cat that he sees, throwing out well thought out lines that tends to make some she cats to blush. And its all fun for Thunderheart, but he also does it for the she cats, he loves to make them feel like they are beautiful. So in a way he is quite the mushy lovey kind of tom; and of course deep down he has always wanted to find the perfect she cat that he may be able to actually settle down with one day. And until that day Thunderheart will keep up his flirtatious ways. But Thunderheart, around his friends, is always a friendly tom who just likes to be a warrior, he dreams of being one of the best in the clan. He loves to fight and hunt and do anything for his clan. He strongly believes in giving your life up for your clan, and would be willing to give up his life in a heartbeat for his clan. Apprentice: Tigerpaw
Imperialsong
Ice's character
Imperialsong is a magnificent seal-point goddess with an elegant, effortless form. Her head is a dark bistre color lightening into a sienna color on her back while the rest of her body is a golden buff color. Well, except her paws which are again, that rich bistre color. This is then accented with her powder blue eyes. There is nothing more dazzling than her eyes. They reflect her surperior aura with a feirce intensity that bends thoughts and actions to her will. Imperialsong has no time to "dilly-dally" so to say. In other words, she has better things to do than make small talk with a creature like you. If you so happen to decide to pester this she-cat further, she'll clearly let you know where you stand. As far as she's concerned, every cat on earth is not worthy to so much glance at her perceived and very regal beauty. Much less speak to her. When, well actually if, you gather up the courage to speak to her, even though you do not dare look her in the eyes, your conversation will inevitably be short lived. Imperialsong is the brutally honest type, adding in her dissaproving flare to it all. She says it how it is, or how she thinks it is. Do not expect her majesty to spare your feelings. If anything, she'll laugh in you face! Now, run along before you get yourself in more trouble. Imperialsong, as you could guess, is a very solitary cat. Some may wonder why she's still a part of Stoneclan then. Trust me, she wonders that herself. Almost every morning she'll slip out through the camp entrance and return later with a mouse. Thats her contributation to her 'unworthy', 'selfish', 'lazy' clan. All alone she likes to hunt, at dawn. That's when her mind thinks. About what? The world may never know...
Sandblaze
Menta's character
With his luscious light ochre pelt, fused with the tan colouring around his warm caramel eyes and the sepia of his markings, his feminine and insulting personality doesn't normally come as a surprise to others. He likes talking about other people, and whether its good or bad one can only guess. He seems to have that air that says: I'm-better-than-you-so-hah!, but in all honesty he can be kind and very sweet. He's also thoroughly romantic, though no cat has ever witnessed this side from him since he's never truly had his eyes stick on a she-cat for any more than a few moments, unless he's thinking of a way to gossip and tease them or talking to them. This tom tends to hang around she-cats, smiling and laughing, even though he prefers to check out the cute males in the clan. Yes, he's gay, and he's not afraid to admit it if anyone mentions or says something about it. He's not afraid what others will think; after all, he can go gossiping about them too, and there's almost nothing that the target can do except complain which is mostly useless since it is what it is - gossip. A lot of the time he can found accompanied by a pretty black and white she cat named Fallenpath, cozying up to him and glaring at all the other she-cats as he talks to them and completely ignores her. It's not that he hates her, not really, but she just doesn't seem worth his time, aside from the fact she's female and he's gay. Apprentice: Dormantpaw
Shadowrun
Sal's Character
Shadowrun is a black cat, but black in a way that can be called intricate. His fur is rather sleek, and is odd parts of it there seems to be a lighter black that looks almost brown. this is most noticable right underneat his shadowy nose, a small flicker of a dark brown. And right above his nose is the softest flicker of the same dark brown. His whiskers and eyes are the most noticable part of him, however. His eyes being a cold-looking olive. His whiskers have a snowy whiteness to them that stands out amidst his shine of black. Curiously, Shadowrun seems to go with his name a bit more than he should. He often sits in the shadows of trees, olive eyes closed and barely noticable save for the softness of his breathing and the white of his whiskers. He is a quiet tom, not desiring to hear his voice unless there isn't much choice in the matter. He prefers the silence around him, hearing the birds chirp, or listening to the world of the night as the owls hoot softly and the crickets play their songs. Peaceful is the word for his personality. Peaceful and unusually calm. He consistently finds himself saying nothing when the rest of the clan is having a frenzy of activity, everyone around him talking, but himself saying completely silent, keeping more to himself than to anyone else. He finds that many cats don't even realize he exists, and are rather surprised if he does speak up, because they never even knew he was in the clan. It comes with only doing what must be done and then returning to the deepness of the shadows. It comes with being such a loner of a cat. He seems to prefer the shadows, but he often becomes lonely. Since StoneClan is always active, and many of the cats are so deeply in love, he often watches them curiously, not finding that he is jealous they are together, but just that he would like to know what it feels like to be in love. However, Shadowrun isn't exactly typical. Kits aren't his style, and he doesn't much care for she-cats. Then again, although it is unusual not to want a female mate, it isn't quite unheard of, and it's his secret, utterly and completely. He doesn't want anyone to know about it. He doesn't want anyone to realize that he prefers the company of males than that of females. But being the cat that he is, no one would care anyway. They would just ask each other who he was, and that would be that. It wouldn't make much of a difference since he is so quiet, so invisible. Yet, it would still bother him if anyone found out, the question is why? Why would it bother him so much? He finds himself blaming his father for it. Born a rogue, Shadowrun was raised to believe that everything he ever did was wrong, according to his father. He was the death of his mother, he was the death of his siblings who never even got to open their eyes, he was the torment and the torture of everything his father had ever loved. His father never taught him anything, just watched him as he struggled to catch something for himself and his father to eat. Struggled to gain the love and attention he so desired from the older tom. He never got either, though. Whenever he did something right, it was still wrong. His father would never be proud of him. About half-way through his apprentice age, his father disappeared and he never saw him again. Lost and unhappy, Shadowrun found his way to StoneClan, where he was accepted quietly into the clan. He listened in silence to his mentor as the older cat talk, and watched him die right after Shadowrun was made a warrior. Again, it was somehow Shadowrun's fault, at least that's what he thought. It had to be his fault. Everything was his fault. Every cat that Shadowrun ever cared for would die a sudden death, and Shadowrun would blame himself. He felt himself pulling deeper and deeper into himself until he was the cat he is now. Until he said nothing unless it was necessary, and he kept himself hidden deeply in the shadows of his mind and the shadows of the trees and stones around the StoneClan camp. *Kin* Parents: Unknown. Siblings: Didn't survive. *Mate* None. *Kits* Not likely. Apprentice: None
Tidalruins
Sal's Character
Tidalruins is a black and brown tabby tom, with the black mostly on his upper body, and the brown flickering around his stomach and his tail. He has shadowed gray-yellow-green eyes, and a mix of color along his paws, ranging from black, to white, to tan, to a deep orange color. His fur looks almost as if he was meant to be a fully black cat, but somehow lighter marks were burned into the fur, making him less dark than he appeared at first. He can hold a cat with his eyes, which seem to almost mesmerize anyone that looks at him. They could truly be anything and everything, but are often just a light flickering of color in a deeply emotional face. He has always had a hard time holding his emotions in, and can usually be seen muttering to himself thoughtfully, as if even the barest hint of his emotions will automatically boil to the surface. When he isn't talking to himself, he is around his deeply different brother, Whitelights. Spending time with his brother seems to be the easiest way for Tidalruins to fit in, he loves his brother, and can't quite exact any sort of positive emotions for himself, although there are always emotions there, and at least some of them must be positive. He seems to have a curious thoughtfulness to him at all times, as if he is thinking even when it seems as if he should be doing something else. Then again, thinking is the natural reaction for this tom. If something goes wrong, he thinks about how it went wrong and what he could possibly do to make things better. He doesn't seem to be very friendly, responding in short sentences, or just staring at the cat talking to him. It isn't as if he dislikes other cats, he just doesn't quite know how to talk to them. He has an awkward way of overthinking absolutely everything he says, and the words still find a way of coming out wrong, even if he thought about them for the entire conversation. It's almost as if he can't really talk to anyone else without making mistakes, or stuttering, or finding himself intensely interested in something silly about the cat, like the way they move their paws when they're nervous, or the way they speak more quietly when they're in thought. He focuses on all of the small facts, and often forgets the facts that he should be paying attention to. *Kin* Parents: Unknown. Siblings: Whitelights. *Mate* None. *Kits* None. Apprentice: None
Whitelights
Sal's Character
A handsome white tabby tom with quite a bit of black dotted into his fur, and stripes the color of a lighter coal, Whitelights is sure to be something of interest to many, and hatred to some. His eyes are a soft, generous looking green that seems almost leaf-like, but with just the smallest hint of shadows amidst the absolute beauty of them. His nose is a mix of white and tan in color, and his fur is short, but not short to the point where it looks too soft. Curiously, Whitelights has an almost bouncy quality to him, never wanting to stay in one place for too long, and almost completely incapable of showing himself as something more than a small ball of fur. He acts like a kit quite a bit more than he acts like a warrior of the clan, but it's hard to blame him when you know the tom. He seems to have a weight on his shoulders, and whenever he isn't being bouncy and talkative he is silent, watching the trees in the forest sway, and holding himself on his paws in a way that almost defines elegance. He is a curious tom in many ways, and his brother likes to stay around him, used to his charming personality and his carefully wrought words. Whitelights knows exactly how to make a cat fall in love with him, but not actual love, seeing as he's never seemed really worried about having a mate, or about having kits. Indeed, he almost seems to detest the thought of kits, detest the thought of having something little that he needs to worry about. It's almost as if the thought scares him at times. He has a calming personality when he wishes to, and seems to know more than is good for him. Whitelights has shadows and lights to him, and although he can be a lost, unhappy cat, he could just as easily be someone's best friend if it is important to him. He has never found himself to be a very careless cat, thinking about everything before it comes out, and never finding any need to curl up in himself. By now, he's used to his brother's stumbling use of words, and the way he will say things that have to possibilty of insult, and he is careful to make his brother think about what he is going to say. His personality shifts quite often, from being the cheerful tom, to the icy shadow sitting at the entrance of the camp, to the friend, to the brother. He has never bothered to worry about how strange his personality is, he doesn't like shifting it to make anyone else happy with him. In fact, he just works around his almost bi-polar personality, being absolutely careful to allow the shadows inside of him to shift around before he says anything. Whitelights is a fierce friend, but tends to be a worse enemy. He will never forget a slight on him, and will find a way to get his revenge, no matter how long it takes him. He will spend forever deciding and working out his plans, but he will never let anyone get away with hurting or upsetting him. It gets to the point that he is almost a terrifying cat. *Kin* Parents: Unknown. Siblings: Tidalruins. *Mate* None. *Kits* None. Apprentice: Flutterpaw
Owlstep
Splatter's character
Owlstep is a tom with medium length shiny black coat and pale green eyes, He relatively quiet, shy and reserved and isn't much of a speaker. He knows that his relatively good, although, rather feminine looks have caught the attentions of many she-cats, he's not interested. In fact, he finds himself looking more at other toms, though he doesn't have the courage to talk to any of them,or pretty much anyone except a few trusted she-cats....
Morbidspirit
Sal's Character
Morbidspirit is a ghostly tom with tabby fur. His fur is rather unique in and of itself, since it is a light beige color that some mistake for cream. The lighter areas of his fur are creamy, though, and his eyes are a deep yellow that seem to see into the soul. He's a lean and small cat, but seems able to show a mercilessness that is very unlike many cats like him. Morbidpaw has always shown a deep sense of relaxation with himself. Cold, merciless, calm, he holds all emotions deep within himself, never letting anything show upon his features. There is a total lack of emotion within him, or so it seems. He has a deep-seated anger that seems focused on everything and nothing at the same time. He has never actually killed another cat, but he has watched the she-cat he loves - Ravenskies - murder without the smallest hint of regret. He never tries to stop her, never shows that it bothers him. For all anyone knows, it doesn't bother him and it never will bother him. It's almost as though he can look over what she does, but the fact is that he doesn't even try. He just doesn't care. He never cared, and never will find the spirit to care. All he cares about is her and if she is okay. All he cares about is the beautiful she-cat that he can't ever stop thinking about. He knows that's it's not a really good idea to fall for someone like her. However, he has been in love with her for a long time. When her saw her as a kit, he found himself interested, and as is his style told her exactly how he felt at all times. If he disagreed, he pointed out, not caring if she wanted to murder him or not. What did it matter? She was either going to kill him or think about what he said, but at least he said something. He can't stand it when someone is thinking something and doesn't bother to let it out. He cannot stand seeing anyone else watch Ravenskies and know that they are thinking badly about her, but won't say anything for one reason or another. He is a very opinionated tom, relaxed with his words and totally honest, to the point that he could really hurt another cat and it wouldn't bother him. Growing up, Morbidpaw was aware that he and his three siblings weren't exactly special, but didn't have parents, not even one. He remembers the flash and screams, but doesn't remember what had happened. Apparently, his parents had been killed the day he was brought to StoneClan, and although he is thankful to the clan for raising him, he doesn't quite want to stay in it. He feels there are better places to be, more things to do. He couldn't ever live his life trapped in a box, not even if Ravenskies stays here forever. But he does plan to be with her, as long as he possibly can. He grew close to Ravenskies when they were both kits, finding something interesting about her at all times, finding himself curious about the she-cat, and pointing out when she was doing something that wasn't a good idea at all. Morbidspirit was always careful with her, and grew slowly with her, watching her grow darker and darker and knowing that he couldn't stop it, but not wanting to so long as they stayed together. It is an odd thing to love such an angry and cruel she-cat, but he somehow manages it. *Kin* Parents: Unknown. Siblings: Emptypaw (Missing), Mysticpaw (Missing), Spiritpaw (Missing). *Mate* None. *Kits* None* Apprentice: Blackpaw
Patchnose
Serenitysong
Splatter's Character
Serenitysong. The name describes this pretty calico she-cat well, a calm quiet she-cat with an air of unmistakable and cute innocence. she takes little, but provides as much as she can. She doesn't grumble at any task, she simply quietly completes them all. She doesn't like big groups or being the center of attention, in fact she hates it. For the truth is, this little she-cat is very self conscious, not shy,however. She, is, in fact, usually pretty friendly with the few cats she's close to and cares about, in her Clan, those cats are her former mentor, Stormchaser, and her sister Flutterpaw. Other than that, Serenitysong isn't very close to most of her Clanmates, but, suprisingly, she is, close to one cat, the FrostClan warrior Mountainfrost, He is her best friend in the whole world, often meeting him at the Tall Maple, or more often, by accident near the border. Mountainfrost is the only cat she has met that she relates to and she always feels the safest when by his side. Yet, neither are yet aware that they have gained their warrior names.~History~ Serenitysong was born with her sister in StoneClan, she led a relatively normal kithood, followed by an exciting apprenticeship marked by many important milestones including her first catch, a elderly hare, Her first battle, a skirmish on the FrostClan border and meeting Mountainfrost, then Mountainpaw by accident, slowly it grew into a friendship that only grew stronger. She also got attacked by a badger, surviving only because Mountainpaw saved her. Recently she participated in a battle against MoonClan, where she managed to chase off a MoonClan warrior, albeit a weakened one and saved her mentor for another MoonClanner whom she thinks was insane for trying to break the code. ~Parents: Unknown || Siblings: Flutterpaw || Mate: None || Kits: None~
Stormtail
Fang's Character
Cooky. Thats the word that describes Stormtail. This blue-gray and white tom is always blurting out random nosensical things like pretending to recieve omens from Starclan, or talking to his fresh-kill; nothing is exactly surprising with him. Nobody exactly knows just wrong with him; he was like how he is since the day he was born, and since the day he was born, everybody avoided him. Sometimes, he has random angry outbursts for no reasons. He is a seinor warrior, though really, he's about the age of an elder, but he refuses to go join them, claiming that he's as fit as a Lionclan warrior.
Darkblossom
Fang's Character
Darkblossom is an elegant looking young she-cat with beautiful fur, black seeming to cover a vast majority of her well rounded face, seeming to bring out her dark blue eyes. The rest of her body is cloaked with smooth dark brown fur, aside from the top of her head which is a more of a light tan. Always on the go, Darkblossom is an active and healthy she-cat, loving to pass the time by pranking her clanmates when they least expect it. Her continuious happiness seems to cheer up many cats when their down in the dumps and helps her make friends, though some cats find it annoying of how unseriously she takes certian matters. Since she is pretty much incapable of shutting up, hunting is her weakness, but on the other hand, since she is well built, she is great at fighting, and is in fact quite strong. If there is one thing that Darkblossom despises, it is being alone. If she does find herself in a situation in which she has nothing to do or nobody to talk to, she seems to go completely nutty, talking to herself constantly. She also tends to flirt with almost every tom without thinking, nuzzling and praising them constantly without a real reason. Overall, this she-cat is great to have as a friend and companion.
Gingerslate
Moonstar's character
Gingerslate is a grey she-cat, her pelt is splotched with ,orange,black,white, and brown patches, her eyes are a forest-green, she has an elegant stride, But she is not a weak fighter, she would be glad to take on any opponent. :siblings:*None* :Parents: *both dead* :Mate: *None* :Kits:*None*
Lynxheart
Moonstar's character
Lynxheart is a silver tabby tom, with deep blue eyes, he is a calm, loyal, and respectfull of other cats,He is good at hunting,And very good at fighting. the tabby tom would do anything to help a friend or clan-mate. :Siblings: *None* :parents: *unknown* :mate: *None*
Apprentices
Cloudedpaw
Leafy's character
Cloudedpaw is a petite, pretty she-cat with big yellow eyes. She's a beautiful silver tabby with white paws and a white muzzle. Although a young apprentice, she has lots of energy and is very outgoing, often trying to make friends with older cats; even the leader if she didn't keep being shooed away by others. She's a determined young she-cat, and once she sets her mind to something, she's going to carry it through the whole way no matter what. She's very playful with the other apprentices, often joining games when she's supposed to be doing her duties. Although she might seem like the type to just goof off, she's actually pretty smart, and sooner or later she always does her chores...Even though you will usually hear a complaint or two from her. She gets really absorbed into her training, and pays attention to every little detail. She can't seem to keep quiet when she has ideas or plans, though. She's always piping up about a battle strategy or hunting technique. Cloudedpaw is very hyperactive, so she likes to channel that into her training. Mentor: Littlesong
Tearpaw
Leafy's Character
A small gray tabby tom with big blue eyes. His personality is a mixture of his parents, Cascadingthorn and Oceanhaze. He has Oceanhaze's bravery and Cascadingthorn's gentleness. He likes to stay on the quiet side, though loves play-fighting with the other kits. He cares a lot for his parents and brothers and sisters, and would never want to see any of them get hurt. He doesn't mind getting hurt himself, as long as it's for his Clan members. Even for enemies he doesn't want to hurt them too badly, just enough so they flee. His self-sacrificing may seem like a weakness to some, but to him it's a strength. *Parents* Oceanhaze and Cascadingthorn *Mentor* Brackenfang
Nightpaw
Leafy's Character
A pure black she-cat with light, icy blue eyes. Her eyes--which almost look like a ghostly silver--seem to stare through your soul, uncovering the secrets within. Nightpaw is a dark and mysterious cat, daughter of Zoe and Foxheart. She keeps many things to herself, and has many dark secrets. Unlike most apprentices, who always seem to find such great happiness in the little things, who always seem so excited about everything, Nightpaw is very different. She lives her life in misery. She hates her parents and wishes she wasn't born. She hates her brother. She hates everyone, at least a little bit. Nightpaw has become a little dark, almost scarily so. Perhaps she's depressed, perhaps she's angry. Perhaps she's just indifferent to the world. No one knows the reason why she's so cold-hearted. When she gets very angry, she holds it in. But she's calm, too calm. When she gets like that, every word she speaks is ice-cold. The future for her is dark, or so it seems. She's the opposite of her warm-hearted brother. And not even he knows what's she's hiding. *Mentor*
Tigerpaw
Leafy's Character
Tigerpaw has the heart of a true warrior. Possibly every word with "heart" in it could be used to describe this tom: sweetheart, warm-hearted, and especially, tender-hearted. From the outside, all you see is a brown tabby tom with hazel eyes, of average-size, of average looks. But just take one good look inside of those hazel eyes and you'll see a pure young warrior inside. Tigerpaw knows nothing of the bitter harshness of life, and in that way, he's still just an innocent kit. If you could choose one word to describe this tom, it would be tender-hearted. You will probably never find a cat who cares so much for others as Tigerpaw. Putting himself aside, if someone is in danger, he will risk his life for that cat. For such a small, average cat, he has a lot of dreams. He dreams of being the greatest warrior there is. There is nothing he would like more than to fight for his Clan. He keeps this in his heart, for fear of being laughed at. "You? Fight? What, a mouse?" Is what he knows they will say. He wants to protect others. Fight to the death if it means helping a fellow Clanmate. "Isn't that what warriors are supposed to do?" he thinks to himself at night. All these dreams seem so far away to this young tom, but he never gives up hope. One other admirable thing about Tigerpaw is his odd way of seeing things. He thinks outside the box. He inherited this from his mother, and although she is dead, she still lives on in Tigerpaw; especially in his heart, right at the very center. *Mentor* Thunderheart
Polarpaw
Wiki's Character
a slim grey tabby tom with pale sky blue eyes. His body is mostly a shade of grey with pitch black stripes, though up towards his neck and forehead a darker shade takes hold. His paws are an unscathed white, with an even lighter white splashed around his eyes and muzzle. The young cat's tail-tip is jet black. His eyes are a stunning pale blue, and it often looks like he's staring right through you. Polarpaw, thanks to his fragile-looking frame, is far better suited for running and jumping than fighting. He can easily be overpowered by a stronger cat; but that's why he makes sure he keeps his fangs and claws sharp. Polarpaw has a responsible air about him, and out of his litter he's the least likely to get in trouble. Though, he is quiet, and usually isn't seen around big crowds. Despite this, the tom is really a happy kitten who strives to do things right. He's a big mouse around his family and friends - always jumping about, offering to help them with small things, and always there to comfort them if they're unwell or depressed. Around other cats, however, Polarpaw keeps his mouth shut unless someone wants to speak to him. He'll never stand up for what he believes in without support, so you'll often see him going with what the crowd demands. He's quite impassive, but under that mask he's an intelligent youngster who really has a wild mind in both imagination and skill. Whenever he's picked on, he just takes it with a growl and a few snappy retorts. Due to his quiet nature, most consider him timid and weak, but he can really pack a punch if pushed too far. It's somewhat hard to make friends with him, but once you do you can immediately notice a change in his demeanor. The little gray kit 'lets loose', and just has fun with life. Polarpaw loves his family with all his heart and would do anything to protect them from danger, even if it puts his life on the line in the process. Despite how unlikely it would seem, he has a whole lot of pride, and can get quite agressive if that pride is challenged. If someone makes a comment to him about his small stature, his mood just dampens, and he won't reply with anything no matter how far the cat pushes with the subject. All in all, he's really just a quiet little cat that can have fun and play if he's happy enough. His parents are Hazelfeather and Fallowfade. Unfortunately, his father died before he was born, so he never knew the calico cat. His siblings are Stormingpaw and Deeppaw. |x|Mentor: Vermilllionflames. |x|
Deeppaw
Bluey's Character
Deeppaw is a light grey tom cat with dark green eyes and a mist of white in his fur. He has no speacial markings he is all grey nothing else to him. Deeppaw is the strongest of his litter, and is always play fighting with his two siblings. He is the one who is most likely to be annoying the warriors while they are busy. Deeppaw loves to go exploring and see new places. He gets in trouble almost as often as his sister Stormingkit. He is always curious and sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. Mother: Hazelfeather Father: Fallowfade Siblings: Sister: Stormingpaw Brother: Polarpaw Mentor: Wildstar
Cracklingpaw
Pebble's Character
-Description coming soon-
Frozenpaw
Splatter's Character
Frozenpaw is a longhaired white tom with pale gray eyes, he has short legs and a muscular body, not the ordinary StoneClan build. Frozenpaw is a rather quiet and distant cat most of the time, rarely speaking with anyone, but when he does speak its usually a sarcastic snap or really harsh and cold or both. This being, he isn't exactly 'popular' with his clanmates, in fact, few actually ever try to speak to him, or even get through to him, as to them it seems like a fruitless endeavor. The way Frozenpaw sees it is that his Clanmates are annoying, and that he much prefers to be alone, especially when they make fun of his slow running and the few rabbits he ever manages to catch. Deep down it hurts him, and he longs for someone to understand, maybe to even care for him, but this is a long way off until he learns to trust others with his innermost feelings. History: Frozenpaw was found as a newborn kit near the StoneClan border, nearly dead in the leafbare snow, when he was taken in and saved by kindly StoneClan warriors who hid his past from him, leading him to believe he was born in StoneClan, while the rest of the clan knows he is not... Mentor: Crowskull
Stormingpaw[skies]
Sal's Character
Stormingpaw is a lovely she-cat. Her fur is as white as newly fallen snow, and her eyes are a deep flash of orange in an otherwise light body. Her frame is small, but not overly so. And her fur seems to fluff her out more than is natural for one like her. She has a regal air to her, and seems to hold herself in a way that suggests that she knows she is beautiful. Stormingpaw tends to have a rather upbeat personality, that can shift to something dark and cold if she needs it to. Her attitude shifts a lot, anyway, since she has such a curious mix of emotions deep within her. Stormingpaw has a lightness to her, as well. One that shimmers with the curiosity obvious to a cat of her stature. She finds herself getting into a lot of trouble because she would see something and just have to check it out. Okay, that's her own fault, but she tends to drag her brother, Polarpaw, into it as well. She spends a lot of time with her brother, and they seem to be rather close. She tends to have a problem with keeping her mouth shut, since she has such a strong pride. If someone is doing something and she doesn't agree with it, regardless of if they are older than her or not, she will point it out. Which could be a reason she hates when a cat goes easy on her. She wants them to tell her she's doing something wrong. She wants them to be honest with her, because if it were the other way around she certainly would be quite honest. She hates to lie, and loves to criticize others. Okay, so she seems a bit of a brat, but really, she's a sweet cat. She just speaks her mind. She loves her brother, and tends to find herself softer with him, more relaxed because he kind of calms her attitude problem down a bit, especially since he doesn't have an attitude problem. He knows when to talk and when not to, Stormingpaw isn't blessed with that knowledge. She tends to speak up at the worst of times, angering cats around her and making her wonder quite what she said to bother them. She has that habit of saying things before she thinks about it, and of course that's not quite a good thing, mainly because being that way isn't smiled upon in the clans. Stormingpaw has a lighter personality when she gets used to the cats around her, and seems to be a bit better at holding her tongue. She is a protective she-cat when it comes to cats she cares about, and can be rather pushy if someone is being nasty toward them. She would probably sacrifice herself in a second if it meant the cats that she loves could live a little longer. She seems to sacrifice a lot of things for those she loves. Indeed, she would give up her own happiness if someone she loved would be happier without her in their life. Stormingpaw is, albeit, an amazing friend and a loyal clanmate, never overstepping the boundaries in the rules, and always ready to help if something is wrong with a friend. Which, honestly, is a very good thing about her, seeing as she has the ability to anger even the most mild-tempered of cats. *Kin* Parents: Hazelfeather (Mother). Fallowfade (Father; deceased). Siblings: Deeppaw and Polarpaw. *Mate* None. *Kits* None. Mentor: Mishka
Dormantpaw[eyes]
Sal's Character
Dormantpaw is a small blue-gray tabby tom, with lightly colored black markings around his back and paws. His face, chest, and stomach have the lightest of the blue-gray fur coloring, and it seems to fade into a whiteness that can only be described as naturally stunning. The tom has such a gorgeous shade of blue-green eyes that it seems to blend perfectly with his pelt, something that fits him. However, he is the smallest of his siblings, even smaller than the tiny Crimsonpaw, and many are quick to note it. Dormantpaw isn't shy, per say, but he isn't exactly an overly talkative tom. He spends most of his time watching the cats around him, wondering what they're doing and how they're getting along. His quiet, keep-to-himself personality does not help him make friends. In fact, it would be quite a surprise if he had any friends, seeing as he never really talks to anyone as it is. It is rather obvious that Dormantpaw wishes to have friends, and he seems to be a lonely little tom, always by himself unless he is with his mentor and any other cats that decide to go out with them. His siblings stay away from him, and he finds himself to be pulling more and more into himself, not at peace with himself or the other cats around him. He isn't a fearful cat, but he does seem to be nervous, finding himself wincing slightly whenever something makes a sharp noise around him, even if it's just a bird breaking open a nut. This makes him mediocre at even the most important tasks of a clan. He cannot hunt, because his flinching causing any animal around him to escape before he even thinks about catching it. And he will never, ever be able to fight. When faced with the choice of killing someone or being killed, he would take being killed. He cannot watch anyone else in agony, and it seems to be a terribly obvious thing about him. He would love to stay behind during battles, free to stay relaxed and to stay save at home, in his clan and behind the walls of stones in it. Cowardly, he supposed it is. Cowardly, it probably is. But he can't handle harming another, no matter how much the other cat deserves it. He has been called weak and everything else with that. He no longer bothers to claim that he is strong enough to actually become a fighter. He can't fight; he can't hunt. He's quite useless, honestly. However, he would love to survive it. He would absolutely love being a part of this clan long enough for him to live a happy life, for him to have something to want to live for. Anger and sorrow and pain all have weaved themselves around his heart, and they hold on in a way that he can't even begin to explain. It is pain that drives his desire to be free. Anger that drives the desire to prove himself. Finally, it is sorrow that drives his silence and loneliness. He would live forever bent into a shadow of everything that he ever has been and ever will be. He has found the shadow to be the only place that truly welcomes him, and that is quite a terrifying thing. Kindly, quiet, and completely peaceable, Dormantpaw has sorrow that almost no one could begin to understand. He has a heart that has love in it, but that love will probably never be released from his small body. *Kin* Parents: Deceased. Siblings: Crimsonpaw, Prairiepaw, Moonpaw. *Mate* None. *Kits* None. Mentor: Sandblaze
Crimsonpaw[mask]
Sal's Character
Crimsonpaw is a black she-cat with a flash of brown upon her chest. She has a flicker of color on her paws, and her black pelt is almost streaked with silkiness. Her eyes are a light green, almost of the softest quality. Vaguely lime in color, but just a splash lighter than that. She is a small cat, the smallest of her siblings except for Dormantpaw. She has a small, almost innocent figure, and seems to shift as though she has never thought about grace in her life, but has a natural ability with it. Crimsonpaw is not exactly evil or cruel or dark, but she isn't the most... kind of cats. Sharp-tongued and fierce, Crimsonpaw can never stay in one place for a long period of time. The other cats around her are either extremely annoying or, in her opinion, just stupid. This includes her brother, Dormantpaw. The only one she seems to get along with out of her siblings is Prairiepaw, and not even because he has the same twisted personality as she does. No, she deals with Prairiepaw because he is her twin, save for the fluff in her fur that he so lacks. Crimsonpaw is quite a dark she-cat, incapable of feeling pity or remorse, and especially incapable - so it seems - of feeling love. She watches those around her with a deep-seated attention to their details, curious about every single move they make, and finding herself more and more entertained by the shadows that seem to be in their mind. She knows that everyone has their own shadows, and in a way she wants to bring their darkest side out. Again, she is not evil, she just loves to examine things, loves to push everyone else to their limits. She finds the possibility of their own anger and pain to be something interesting, and likes to nudge them into the shadows as much as she can. She likes to watch the fights that she causes, the anger and the heartbreak that comes from her personal touch. She loves to watch everything fall apart, knowing that it was her own fault that this happened. Knowing that the shadows of who she is caused all of this. But she isn't evil, far from it. She seems to often find herself thinking about the world, thinking - more or less - about herself and her own twisted interest in the pain of others. She can't always feel the emotions inside of herself clawing to get out, and perhaps that is the reason that she feels so strongly about the emotions of others. Perhaps by watching them she could teach herself how to feel such innocent and light-hearted emotions. However, she highly doubted it. Besides, insanity can sometimes be a welcome change, can't it? *Kin* Parents: Deceased. Siblings: Dormantpaw, Prairiepaw, Moonpaw. *Mate* None. *Kits* None. Mentor: Ravenskies
Prairiepaw[mark]
Sal's Character
Prairiepaw is a small black tom. He and Crimsonpaw are twins, and often times Prairiepaw doesn't understand why. Often a slightly matted looking tom, he can be quite unattractive, but he has scars underneath the matted fur, and seems to try and avoid answering any questions asked about them. Prairiepaw has lamp-like yellow eyes that seem as though they could read a cat's deepest desires. The tom seems to have a very prideful personality, eager to learn and to prove his worth in the clan, unlike his twin who couldn't care less. Prairiepaw is a careful tom, having a sense of righteousness that could be rather twisted, but seems to be extremely honest. The tom is extremely loyal to his clan, but seems as though he could slip out of that with time. The big thing is that he wants to be considered a part of StoneClan forever. He doesn't want to be pushed out. He wants to be important to his clanmates, his leader, and all of the cats around him. However, he has a rather good heart, and can often be soft when it comes to enemies. He gives off the impression that he is a rather gentle tom, capable of trusting and believing all of those around him. He enjoys making friends, and likes to be a part of the clan. He wants to be considered a friend of his clanmates, and desires for those around him to have faith in him. He pushes himself in a way that says he wants to do well, but not in a way that could be harmful to him. Prairiepaw is a careful tom, constantly thinking through what he says before he says it. Unless you find a way to truly enrage him or unless he finds himself nervous by your presence. The tom has a calming and rather soothing part of him, as well. He can figure out what to say if it is needed, and seems to be hard to anger. Calm and collected are the words often used for this little black tom. Prairiepaw is a bit competitive, though not in a way that has the power to harm him. Obviously, he is careful about keeping himself from harm. It is as if he pulls away at the mention of pain, but can still be pretty fierce if in battle. Prairiepaw is neither quiet nor loud, fierce nor kind, he just seems in the middle of almost everything. Even though he has that air to him that could easily claim him as a relaxed individual, he isn't really relaxed. His mind is always racing around itself, coming up with ideas and then shooting them down without even really thinking about it. He seems to always have something else on his mind, even when he is calmly discussing one thing with a clanmate, the chances are that he is also thinking about something else. Something farther from home and closer to his heart. He finds himself consistently worrying about little things, and is an easily stressed tom, not capable of dealing with more than a few tiny problems at one time. *Kin* Parents: Deceased. Siblings: Dormantpaw, Crimsonpaw, Moonpaw. *Mate* None. *Kits* None. Mentor: Hazelfeather
Moonpaw[mists]
Sal's Character
Moonpaw is a mixed tabby. Her pelt is a mix of brown, orange, and grays. Her pelt has a ringed way of the stripes, especially along her lower back and near her tail. Her paws are white at the edges, but further up her legs orange and gray spin together to create a, vaguely soft, way about them. Moonpaw isn't exactly small, but she isn't very large either. Her eyes are mix of green and brown, flickering as if consistently afraid of everything around her. Moonpaw is a furry cat, making her and Crimsonpaw have one thing in common, but only the one thing. Other than that, Moonpaw is the complete opposite of her sister, especially in personality. Moonpaw has a soft, often personality, but she is extremely shy, pulling back from the attention of all those around her. A nervous little she-cat, Moonpaw can often be found trying to stumble through conversations. She has a softness to her that is obviously noticable. She can be a fierce competitor in battle, but otherwise she is shy, nervous, and tends to hide in the background. She constantly follows her siblings around, stuttering when someone asks her opinion of things, and mumbling to herself as she things about responding. She is a quiet and soft-spoken she-cat. It's rare for others to see her trying to be more open. She is a gentle she-cat, and will speak to someone if they truly wish to talk to her, however, she finds that many cats in the clan don't like being around her, mainly because of her siblings. Moonpaw has a curiosity to her that can be more than rare. She has a generosity to her, as well, finding that she enjoys being around others and helping them, even if she is completely and totally shy throughout the entire thing. She is a truly cute little furball, always willing to step in and help out if the chance come to her. However, Moonpaw has a hard time making friends because of her shyness, always stumbling about needing to do something else and then rushing off to hide from the cat that wanted to talk to her. She has no self-confidence, and seems to be unable to find anything good about herself. Moonpaw is kind of bullied by her sister, Crimsonpaw, and often winces away from the smaller she-cat, laying her ears back and just allowing her to throw all of her own anger onto her. Moonpaw doesn't exactly stand up for herself, but she will stand up for anyone else around her. Moonpaw doesn't really know why she allows Crimsonpaw to torment her, in fact a lot of the time she just states that she worries about her sister. That she wants her to be happy in everything that she does, and hopes that she'll grow out of this angry personality that she has taken on. Moonpaw is a softhearted and generous she-cat, always ready to help those around her, but never really worrying about helping herself, which could be a rather bad thing if it comes down to it. However, Moonpaw has the ability to become a very proud and happy she-cat, but for now she is trapped in her own head, trapped being bullied and trapped being completely shy. *Kin* Parents: Deceased. Siblings: Crimsonpaw, Dormantpaw, Prairiepaw. *Mate* None. *Kits* None. Mentor: Imitationsoul
Flutterpaw
Splatter's Character
Flutterpaw is a pretty fluffy calico apprentice with bright green eyes. She is very shy and speaks to almost no one the first time they try and have a conversation with her. So far, the only cats she'll talk to are her sister, Serenitypaw and her sister's mentor, Stormchaser, because he saved Serenitypaw's life when she was found mauled by a badger.
~Kin: Serenitypaw(sister)|Mentor: Whitelights |Mate:
~Kin: Serenitypaw(sister)|Mentor: Whitelights |Mate:
Blackpaw
Splatter's Character
Blackpaw is, well, quite obviously, a black tom, he is relatively lanky and thin with one acid green eye, the other was lost when a Frostclanner tore it out. He isn't much for being social and usually spends his time alone, watching everyone else. Many cats think he is scary, and that he has bad intentions or that he has a short temper due to the fact that he was a rogue born kitten and only recently joined the Clan at about 11 moons old, wanting out of the life he lead as a rogue. To tell you the truth, he does, indeed, have a short temper, but is very good at managing his emotions, so that side of him is rarely seen. He doesn't talk much, and only those who are lucky get a chance to hear him say anything more than a flat, "hello." There is one cat who is always this lucky, one cat who managed to break this black tom's coldly polite exterior, the apprentice Moonpaw. When he joined the Clans after a previous life as a rogue, he was determined to be tough and avoid friendships and anything that seemed "soft" to his young mind. But then he met Moonpaw, which could been just the same as meeting any other cat, but then some impulsive words escaped his mouth and he found himself on a walk with the shy she-cat, groping for conversation until a violent FrostClanner attacked Moonpaw, being a stickler for the rules, this blatant breaking of the Warrior Code enraged him, and so he attacked Moonpaw's attacker when he would normally just sit off to the side, this led to him losing his eye. Later he ended up talking to Moonpaw outside the medicine den when his eye was nearly healed and found himself feeling rather unusual feelings and thinking things he didn't think he could think, leading to him somehow befriending Moonpaw. Now, the quiet, icily polite and usually antisocial tom will spend much of his time with Moonpaw, if someone said anything mean to her, he would stand up for her, the normally emotionless and stonelike tom who never shows is emotions, shows only to Moonpaw his awkward and insecure side, everyone else has to settle for talking to a characterless rock of a cat. ~History~ Blackpaw's history starts with his parents: A rogue she-cat: Ginger and a Clan tom called Shadestep. Shadestep was a simple minded and easily manipulated tom, so when he met the pretty Rogue she-cat on the border, he quickly pardoned her for her looks and soon after fell deeply in love. But Ginger didn't love him, she was working with a rogue group and was hoping, that by manipulating the black-furred warrior into falling for her, she could get him to join her and get him to help recruit members for her group from his Clan, Of which he was very successful, that is, until the followers got out of control and made an attempt on the leader's life, they failed and were all banished. Upon banishment, the new rogues fought amongst themselves and soon killed eachother, except Shadestep, who slunk away, uninterested in their bloody debate. Ginger lost interest in Shadestep as his usefulness declined, but soon learned she was expecting kits, she hated this and had never wanted kits, but because of this, she allowed Shadestep to stick around and protect her, that is, until a dog killed him. Genuinely moved, the bitter she-cat named her younger son Shade after her "Mate" when she gave birth to her litter of three, the others she named Ember and Ink. Ember soon died of a grave infection. But the other two kits weren't so lucky. Ginger treated them cruelly, often neglecting them, she saw them as useless until they were about three moons old when She met Frond. She made her kits train harshly to become followers of Frond. Not long after, Ginger and Ink died during a brutal training session involving a hungry fox. This corrupted young Shade, who, at 11 Moons went back to join the Clans and recruit members in his mother's memory. There he gained the name Blackpaw, and has been cleverly playing "Loyal Apprentice" ever since.
~Parents: Shadestep x Ginger (Both deceased) || Siblings: Ink ( Elder Brother, Deceased), Ember (Younger Sister, Deceased) || Mentor: Morbidspirit||Mate: None~
~Parents: Shadestep x Ginger (Both deceased) || Siblings: Ink ( Elder Brother, Deceased), Ember (Younger Sister, Deceased) || Mentor: Morbidspirit||Mate: None~
Hemlockpaw
Apple's character
Hemlockpaw is a small sized tom with round shoulders and lime green eyes. His duvet-like pelt is a sea of gray and white that mix together in a soft spotted pattern. Although, if you look though his fur, one could realize the marks of scars and teeth mark from long ago… of these, he never talks about, even if one asks, for his greatest wish is to forget anything before his arrival in Stoneclan. Hemlockpaw was first born to a loner family, and his mother, June, was very soft and gentle, although very submissive. She feared her own mate, Gale, because in his moments of uncontrollable rage he’d hurt her, slicing his claws in her pelt and biting his teeth as he ripped out her fur. June, after the recurring physical pains her mate inflicted on her, wanted to leave him. Gale, in anger at his mate, killed her for trying to escape throughout the night without telling him. Hemlockpaw, named Lock in the past, felt the wrath of his father after his mother’s… departure. In many attempts, the punishment crueler each extra time he tried to escape, the freedom of the clans he discovered was bliss to him. Found on Stoneclan’s territory with an infected cut along his side, he was treated the soonest possible and in return to being saved by the medicine cat, he wanted to become the medicine cat apprentice. Although, soon, the tom realized his competencies in the matter were few, for his memory on herbs was weak and his organization, horrible. Eventually leaving before he even gained his title, the tom now lives in Stoneclan as a swift apprentice. Although he doesn’t believe in Starclan, the tom has an unimaginable loyalty hidden under his silent, soft nature. Being hardly talkative doesn’t make him back down a fight or a threat, or make him stay indifferent to bullying and teasing, which he takes very seriously. *Mentor* Irisfrost Father: Gale [Dead] Mother: June [Dead]
Horsepaw
Apple's character
White tom with golden and brown stripes on his back. He has pale, almost white, lime green eyes and a bushy brown tail that’s always spiked up. Born and raised in Stoneclan, he enjoys the prairie wind ungrooming his long fur, early in the morning. His favorite prey is rabbit, which is great, since there’s plenty of that on Stoneclan’s territory. Nice and light-hearted, this tom attracts she-cat with his natural charm and romantic personality. All that this tom says is sweet, open and kind- sometimes, by his posture and pelt, one could mistake him for a she-cat. Although, his fighting skills and hunting skills aren’t that great, and that’s not only because he was newly made apprentice. This tom doesn’t enjoy bloodshed and instead of being excited before battle, he fears it, because he dreads of fatally hurting someone. Maybe one day, though, he’ll discover what he’s truly good at, but that might take a while… Parents: [Unknown] Kin: [None]
Paintedpaw
Orange's character
Paintedpaw is a white she-cat with black, orange, and brown fur on her back. She has bright amber eyes that could light up anyone's world. She can be really nice, but most of the time, she's as hard as ice, and won't even let toms go anywhere near her. But in the inside, she's totally a softie!
Littlepaw(voice)
Joy's character
Littlepaw is a rather small silver and white tabby she-cat with bright blue eyes and a black tipped tail. Having been the runt between herself and her sister, she doesn't let her small size get the best of her. She's rather fast and sees herself as being one of the fastest and bestest huntresses in the clan some day. She looks up to her older sister, Shiverpaw, ever since the day their parents were killed. Being little, she also has a very short temper, so watch it, don't touch this kitty the wrong way. She sometimes hates how overprotective her big sister can be, even if she means well, it gets annoying. She's also the type of she-cat who will try to best everyone at everything. Mother:Blueflower<Deceased> Father:Jaggedtooth<Deceased> Sister:Shiverpaw
Shiverpaw(whisker)
Joy's character
Shiverpaw is a beautiful long furred silver and white she-cat with brown tabby markings on her face and legs and bright sky blue eyes. She is very soft hearted and doesn't have a mean bone in her body. She always tries to see the good in others, a weakness she tends to have, a reasons others like to take advantage of her. She wanted to become a medicine cat but saw her opportunity vanish when Starclan chose the path of a warrior for her. Though she can never be a warrior, she's always trying to be the best at everything and always trying to please everyone. Even if she is laid back, she's very over protecctive of her sister, Littlepaw. Always just wanting the best for her sister, no matter how annoying she can be with her sister.
Mother:Blueflower<Deceased> Father:Jaggedtooth<Deceased> Sister:Littlepaw
Mother:Blueflower<Deceased> Father:Jaggedtooth<Deceased> Sister:Littlepaw
Smallpaw
Jazzy's character
Smallpaw is an abnormally small cat, although her temper is almost big enough to make up for it. she isn't weak, in fact she's really good at hunting. she isn't very good in her other areas of training though and she day-dreams a lot. she has a weird habit of wandering and often crosses boundaries despite trying to stop her curiosity.
Bluepaw
A blue grey she-cat with blue eyes. She is very soft-spoken, shy, and doesn't often like to speak her mind. But on the positive side, she can be a very loving and devoted cat to her Clan. Bluepaw was never born a StoneClan cat. Her parents were loners who lived not far from the Clans' territories. Bluepaw's father killed her mother for an unknown reason that she could not comprehend. Afraid that her father would kill her, Bluepaw fled and ended up joining StoneClan after running into a passing patrol.
Queens
Labyrinthheart
Wiki's character
Labyrinthheart is a small, rather beautiful she-cat with fur blacker than the darkest of nights. Her eyes are a fierce amber shade and her most noticeable feature is, by far, her bushy tail that she has inherited from her mother Hazelfeather. She is a very kind and down-to-earth warrior, though her wild imagination often tends to get the best of her. She can assume things without checking to see if they're real or not, like the time when she was a kit and she thought her mate Runningstreak (best friend Runningpaw at the time) was abandoning her for another cat. Needless to say, that assumption got them both into deep trouble. Ever since then Labyrinthheart has learned to calm down and think things through, but she will still sometimes jump to conclusions. As for how she fairs at warrior duties, fighting is her strong point. It’s hard to be good at hunting when one’s pelt is as dark and glossy as a raven's wing. The she-cat can be rather clumsy and ditzy at times, often tripping over her own paws. She's not very elegant, she'll admit it, and she doesn't try to be. She believes highly in pure Clan blood and can be slightly hostile to halfbloods or loner-borns, but she doesn't let this foolish hatred consume her life. After all, her own mate was a loner once, and she can't bring herself to hate him even if she wanted to. Labyrinthheart has a motherly-like trait that forces her to help any cat - she can't just ignore them, even if they're a murderous brute that deserves to die. She is unwaveringly loyal to StoneClan and follows the warrior code like a live shadow, but she will go against it without a second thought if something threatens her family. Now that she has kits her protective streak has risen to dangerously high levels; she's always paranoid that something is going to steal her kits away from her, but she tries her best to not look like an overprotective, insane freak. She's a good ally to have on your side in a fight, and she's a friend that will follow you every pawstep of the way. Labyrinthheart's desire to help anyone in need is both her strongest weapon and her worst enemy; through aiding others she gains valuable allies and friendships that will never be broken, but this makes it all the more easier for someone to infiltrate her Clan. She also has a problem with saying 'no'. It's just not in her nature to reject someone, no matter who they are. However, despite these flaws, she is not weak - she is a strong and capable warrior, trained under the guidance of one of StoneClan's previous leaders, Flowingstar. She may be naive and slightly gullible, but if her explosive temper is unleashed she is a real force to be reckoned with. Betray her or her family, and you'll find her claws raking through your pelt. ♥ Parents: Hazelfeather x Neonclaw || Siblings: Pastpaw, Fantasypaw (deceased), Quasarpaw (deceased), Polarpaw, Deeppaw, Stormingpaw || Mate: Runningstreak || Kits: Runningkit, Badgerkit, Echokit and Umberkit ♥
Fawndance
Splatter's character
This she-cat is a beautiful ginger tabby and white she-cat with green eyes and of slim, light build. Fawndance would be a good warrior if only for one thing: she is serially lazy, in fact no one even understands how she made it to warrior status. She never does any of her warrior's duties preferring to play childish games like a kit or apprentice. though she would be a great warrior otherwise as, when she puts her mind to it, she has superb hunting and fighting skills, but has never had a good foresight or even any decent reasoning skills often willing to throw herself into senseless battles in the rare event she actually is willing to do something for the clan beside waste time
Vixenheart
Menta's character
Vixenheart is a young warrior with dark brown bengal markings covering her light dusty pelt. A light creamy brown surrounds her stunning green eyes, a thin orange line running through her light olive orbs. White splashes cover her muzzle, the bottom of her paws, and the tip of her tail. She's noble and very loyal, always staying by a friend's side through thick and thin, no matter the consequences she may have to face. Vixenheart tends to tackle challenges head on, although one of her flaws is that she is too over protective, normally getting on other's nerves. She will also get jealous quite easily, thinking that a cat is trying to take her friends away from her. Vixenheart is kind and caring, having a soft spot for kits and apprentices. One of her many wishes is to settle down and start a family, specifically with Auburnsuns. She loves his goofy and carefree attitiude, often found hanging around with the tom or best friend, Hazelfeather. She likes to stay away from large groups, but she is honestly very social. Although most of the time she likes to be alone, she won't reject an offer to hang out with a few clan mates.
*Mate* Auburnsuns.
*Mate* Auburnsuns.
Rabbitstep
Sal's Character
Rabbitstep is a light brown tabby she-cat, with dark - almost burnt looking - orange markings around her face. The fur around her face also looks darker than anywhere else, almost black. Her muzzle is lined in white and a bit of beige. Each one of her paws is half-tabby, half of a beige-white color. Her eyes are a light, almost sea-colored green. And her features give away her emotions at most times. A lovely she-cat when she wants to be, Rabbitstep tends to give a careful amount of attention to detail, although that's probably not the most of what she does. Besides, she must not pay attention to things closer to her, because she almost never realized that Brackenfang had a gigantic crush on her since the time that she saved him from an attack. A calm she-cat, Rabbitstep tends to think before she speaks at most times. Her ears twitch when she is thinking, and her tail with sometimes flick. She has a curiously relaxed attitute most of the time, and her eyes tend to be usually wide, giving her a kit-like, childish look that can only be called ''innocent.'' She tends to spend a lot of her time hunting, or otherwise just standing by the entrance to the camp, ready to do something that isn't sit in the camp all of the time. She finds herself to have a peacable attitude, and wants everyone to be treated fairly. That is probably why she stepped in when Brackenfang was attacked, she didn't think it was fair to attack him when he hadn't really done anything wrong. Rabbitstep, personally, despises the very thought of fighting. It sickens her and makes her wonder what the point of clan-life is. Isn't that why they're in a clan? For the family of it? And yet, there are so many wars. So many battles that could be avoided. She doesn't understand the point of it. Rabbitstep, supposedly, was born in StoneClan with her brother - Harepaw. Their names were apparently a joke upon how the clan hunts mainly rabbits and hares. However, her brother only lived to his apprentice age, where he - tragically - died when the camp was overrun by rogues. Rabbitstep never really talked about the attack, or what happened to her brother. To this day, she avoids talking about it if she can. It hits her hard. She grew to be a fine warrior, and found herself being defensive of anyone that the other's picked on, which introduced her to her stalker, Brackenfang. She became close to Brackenfang quickly, enjoying the way he was with her, but not noticing that he was so deeply in love with her. Finally, he admitted it. She thought about it, and realized that she felt the same, but it didn't go farther than that for a while. In fact, she only just recently became his mate. *Kin* Parents: Unknown. Brother: Halepaw (Deceased) *Mate* Brackenfang. *Kits* None. Apprentice: None.
Kits
Rosekit
Apple's character
Rosekit is a lithe golden tabby kitten with gray-blue eyes and short ears. Lithe and good at running, she was found on the border of Stoneclan's territory in leaf-bare. Thoughtful and fiery, Rosekit won't take no for an answer. She'll think before acting or talking, yet no one can deny the assurance and determination from this little ball of orange fluff. She's determined to prove to anyone that even if she doesn't have pure warrior blood, she's as good any anyone in the clan. For that, she enjoys begging warriors to teach her fighting or hunting moves, but doesn't often play with kits. Wherever she goes, Rosekit holds her calm cool and veers away a bit from others if they get too close. She was never a cuddly kit, since she grew up mostly in the clan without any mother, or a father. This she-cat has promising future as a great warrior- if she can ever learn to loosen up a bit, and lose some of those fiery comebacks. When confronted, she won't back down one bit, until she's made you swallow back that insult. Quick-witted and smart, she can be sharp, but when she uses her intelligence well, it makes her an even stronger opponent, one which you won't forget so fast. ~History~ Abandoned when she was a kit she joined Stoneclan as an independant kit, too young to become an apprentice but too old to be nursed by a queen. Kin: Briar (Loner) Parents: Unknown Mate: None yet
Labyrinthheart and Runningstreak's Kits
Runningkit
Wiki's character
Runningkit is a long-legged bengal tom with searing golden eyes
that always seem to burn with an inner passion. When one compares him with his father, there is hardly any difference; aside from their different eye colours they look exactly the same. That's the reason Labyrinthheart named him Runningkit - because he's pretty much a replica of Runningstreak. However, if possible, Runningkit is even more energetic and carefree than his father. He is very righteous and always butts into arguments, standing up for the cat he believes is right. Which brings us onto his next trait – he loves to argue. Really loves to argue. He won’t ever let himself sink so low as to actually start a verbal fight, but once his temper flares his quick wit and scorching sarcasm makes short work of his opponent. As for his physical prowess, he could do better. The young bengal's thin body is made for tearing across the moorland in pursuit of hares and leaping over obstacles in a single bound, not for tussling with a cat that's trying to shred him. Runningkit will go to any lengths to cheer his friends up when they're feeling down, having inherited his father's goofy and caring personality. Unfortunately, this also means he has developed a habit of pranking. No one quite walks around freely anymore without wondering if he's going to leap at them from out of the shadows. His every move has a charming feel that makes him quite popular with the she-cats, but he hardly pays them any attention. He doesn't want to settle down with a family of his own for a long, long time. The one thing that everyone needs to know about Runningkit is that he likes to run. Running is his hobby; his passion; his life. To him, there's nothing else like the feel of the wind in your fur or the pounding of your paws on the ground. He's as fast as a hare and as swift as a bird, and in battles that's what he uses to his advantage. He is generally very friendly and open to other cats of his age, but there's some secrets (like his fear of lightning) that he will never reveal to anyone. Runningkit has a tendency to act like he's dying when he's only recieved a scratch, yet when a real problem pops up he'll keep it to himself and try his best to hide it from others, even his family. No one should suffer for his sake, right? He's always ready to help anyone who needs it and doesn't mind putting aside his own goals for another's benefit, even if it will eventually come back to bite him in the tail. ♥ Parents: Labyrinthheart x Runningstreak || Grandparents: Hazelfeather x Neonclaw || Siblings: Badgerkit, Echokit and Umberkit ♥
that always seem to burn with an inner passion. When one compares him with his father, there is hardly any difference; aside from their different eye colours they look exactly the same. That's the reason Labyrinthheart named him Runningkit - because he's pretty much a replica of Runningstreak. However, if possible, Runningkit is even more energetic and carefree than his father. He is very righteous and always butts into arguments, standing up for the cat he believes is right. Which brings us onto his next trait – he loves to argue. Really loves to argue. He won’t ever let himself sink so low as to actually start a verbal fight, but once his temper flares his quick wit and scorching sarcasm makes short work of his opponent. As for his physical prowess, he could do better. The young bengal's thin body is made for tearing across the moorland in pursuit of hares and leaping over obstacles in a single bound, not for tussling with a cat that's trying to shred him. Runningkit will go to any lengths to cheer his friends up when they're feeling down, having inherited his father's goofy and caring personality. Unfortunately, this also means he has developed a habit of pranking. No one quite walks around freely anymore without wondering if he's going to leap at them from out of the shadows. His every move has a charming feel that makes him quite popular with the she-cats, but he hardly pays them any attention. He doesn't want to settle down with a family of his own for a long, long time. The one thing that everyone needs to know about Runningkit is that he likes to run. Running is his hobby; his passion; his life. To him, there's nothing else like the feel of the wind in your fur or the pounding of your paws on the ground. He's as fast as a hare and as swift as a bird, and in battles that's what he uses to his advantage. He is generally very friendly and open to other cats of his age, but there's some secrets (like his fear of lightning) that he will never reveal to anyone. Runningkit has a tendency to act like he's dying when he's only recieved a scratch, yet when a real problem pops up he'll keep it to himself and try his best to hide it from others, even his family. No one should suffer for his sake, right? He's always ready to help anyone who needs it and doesn't mind putting aside his own goals for another's benefit, even if it will eventually come back to bite him in the tail. ♥ Parents: Labyrinthheart x Runningstreak || Grandparents: Hazelfeather x Neonclaw || Siblings: Badgerkit, Echokit and Umberkit ♥
Badgerkit
Pebble's character
A rather slight but still powerful she-cat, Badgerkit can be a bundle of trouble. She has a sweet, almost angelic face framed with icy blue eyes that do their job well at deceving those looking into them that she's a kind, soft-spoken little she-cat. The young Siamese has a rather arrogant attitude, eager to prove herself as a 'pro' in all things she does. Having always excelled at more physical things, such as fighting and climbing, Badgerkit lacks the patience (and a bit of the speed) for being even remotely close to becoming a decent hunter - or catching any prey, for that matter. Due to her rather short temper, it has become a common event for her to get frustrated when learning new things that she cannot do immediately. Despite her desire to be on top, the young StoneClan kit isn't all about being number one. Though her rather obnoxious self-confidence is very... in-your-face, this young she-cat does her best to keep it under-wraps. Badgerkit is generally perky, and does her best to take things in stride and be as up-beat as possible. Her sense of humor, often rather sarcastic, tends to offend others, even though that usually isn't her intention. Family is very important to her, and tends to think of her close friends as extended members of her litter and/or part of a secondary set of parents. She'd defend any of them with all her might if they had become threatened, jumping to their defense in a heart-beat without hearing both sides of the story. (Often times, violence is resorted to when 'settling' these disputes). Whenever becoming injured, she attempts to brush it off, making it look as if she had merely gotten scratched or the damage hadn't effected her at all. Once the fight is over, however, you may find her sulking somewhere in the corners of the camp, nursing her injuries. Overall, though 'blessed' with a horrendous ego, Badgerkit does her best to make those she finds closest to her surrounded by cheery words and laughter. ♥ Grandparents: Hazelfeather x Neonclaw || Parents: Runningstreak x Labyrinthheart || Siblings: Runningkit, Echokit and Umberkit ♥
Echokit[Song]
Maple's character
A soft fuzzy grey she-cat, her fur thick and short. Her eyes a soft kit blue, ringed with a gold that is slowly creeping in and making her eyes more and more gold by the day. Echokits a crazy child. She is constently bounding about trying to play games and cheer up anyones day. She is always in a good mood and she tries to make the best out of every situation. The only way you can really make her upset is if you insult her or her family. Or perhaps anything else that she loves. It also happens that she is crazy competitive. She has the need to win, and to be the best at everything. So that happens to be another way to get on her nerves, if you beat her in a game then she will most likely sulk around and isn't really approachable for a minute or so, but she tries to get over it as quickly as she can. Even if she wins she tends to be a little pushy and confident for a few minutes. But it usually doesn't last to long and she tries not to be too annoying. Echokit isn't as thin and narrow like the rest of her family, she took after her mother more than her father. She isn't stocky by any means, she still got some of the lean pointed features from her fathers side of the family. When it comes to hunting and fighting Echokit isn't exceptional in either. She just happens to be good at both. Her body form is great where she can be fast, yet she can pack a lot of muscle into everything that she does. She wants to be one of Stoneclans best warriors, where her leader can call on her for anything and she will be able to get it done. ♥ Grandparents: Hazelfeather x Neonclaw || Parents: Runningstreak x Labyrinthheart || Siblings: Runningkit, Badgerkit and Umberkit ♥
Umberkit
Icey's character
A tantalizing sparkle is showcased in these deep umber eyes that belong to none-other than Umberkit. Her pointed features, such as her ears, eyes and muzzle give her a sharp, angular look that is fascinating to watch. She has her mothers black coat but her fathers long legged body. Umberkit is full of energy and can jump extremely high. Her attitude only depends on the way she is treated, and quite frankly- she can give you quite the little earful if she thinks you deserve it. Be careful around this rambunctious kit, she's a handful. ♥ Grandparents: Hazelfeather x Neonclaw || Parents: Runningstreak x Labyrinthheart || Siblings: Runningkit, Badgerkit and Echokit ♥
Auburnsuns and Vixenheart's Kits
Soaringkit
Kuro's Character
Soaringkit is a gingerish-brown bengal she-cat with yellow-brown eyes, powdery white lining her muzzle, chest, and tail stripes. Her colours blend in perfectly with the moorlands around her, her tail fairly long to keep balanced when running. Soaringkit has always had a competitive streak, but with that comes a good sportsmanship. No matter what the game, she gives it her all and tries hard to win, but isn't too sour when she loses and often asks for tips on how to improve. Though despite this, she's often very sarcastic about it, which can often be mistake sometimes for being bitter or rude, and gets confused and angry when others take that sarcasm seriously. The one thing she loves to do above all else is run. Ever since she was a kit, she found her passion in dashing through the moorlands, her body long and thin, built for speed. She's especially competitive when she runs, for its what she prides herself on the most, practically soaring over the ground in pursuit of a hare. As for fighting, her skills are proficient enough to be an okay opponent, but her attacks are weak and leave many openings for a counter. Though despite this, if she's partner-fighting with her clan-mate, she uses teamwork to her advantage, often acting somewhat as a detraction and taking the hard blows while the partner attacks the opponent's vitals. She knows how much better she is in a fight when working together, so she is almost never seen fighting alone. Other then all this, Soaringkit is gentle and caring towards those she holds close to her, though can be rather ignorance or oblivious to their feelings unless they show them bluntly. She can't seem to take a hint, a rather annoying quality, but she makes up for it by being friendly and open to all situations, even if they go negatively against her. She also has a sassy and boasting side when talking to those her age and younger, but tries not to mouth off to her elders too much in fear of being disliked or losing their respect. If one was to ask whom she loved the most, she would always answer her parents, Auburnsuns and Vixenheart, over siblings and friends.
Acornkit
Menta's character
Loyal, determined, naive; all of which perfectly describe the son of Vixenheart and Auburnsuns. His fur, a fluffy monster that he inherited from his father, is a mix of grey and silver with a few splashes of tan on his face and ears. Sturdy and muscular, he stands taller than most others his age, giving him the hope that he'll eventually outgrow his father. Mantis colored eyes grace his features, giving his appearance the last and final touch to mark him as who he is; the same orbs that seem to fail at hiding his playful and energetic personality. Acornkit is a generally happy-go-lucky and carefree individual who likes to tease and harmlessly banter with those around him, and can easily take a joke directed at himself, brushing it aside with a charming grin. The tom can be stubborn and passionate. If something grabs his attention, he won't stop until he has it within his grasp. He's also slightly reckless, leaping into danger without a second thought, and considering he's confident in his abilities, his actions can prove to be very dangerous to both himself and others. Like his father, Acornkit seems to have issues with personal space, often getting too close to someone and making them uncomfortable. Although, he never seems to take notice of this. At some of the oddest of times, he will gain a random spurt of energy, making him hyper and unable to stay still for more than a few moments. It is clear that he will be a pawful for his future mentor. Despite the fact that, at the end of the day, he will always be a mommy's boy, he is much closer to Auburnsuns. Simple things like mock fights and story telling was the key to this young tom's heart; he had always loved to hear about the time Auburnsuns, Vixenheart, and Charredskies tackled the evil soul devouring badger mother and her cubs, or the time Runningstreak and Labyrinthheart stumbled across an enraged fox during their kithood. The relationship between Acornkit and Galekit is of the love/hate kind - it's stable and Acornkit loves his brother dearly but arguments are not uncommon, and they have both had their fair share of heated insults and angry remarks. The bond that his sister, Soaringkit, and he shares is slightly better than the one he has with his brother, and playing a game with her always brings out his competitive side. He always ends up bragging about it later on though, telling others about his "greatness" even if he didn't win. Out of the clan, his best friend is Runningkit, Runningstreak's and Labyrinthheart's son. They have been together since Acornkit was born, and were close from the day they met. The tom is not the best at racing over the moorland due to his long and thick fur, giving him a disadvantage against most, but he definitely makes up for it in battle.
Galekit
Wiki's character
Information pending.
Fawndance and Scar's Kits
Tawnykit
Splatter's Character
Tawnykit is a pretty, fiery reddish ginger tabby and white she-kit much like her mother in looks, but not in attitude, unlike her mother, she is hardworking and determined ( or will be) Though she loves her mother, she resents the fact that her mother was a serially lazy sloth and that no one knows who her father is, even she doesn't know. She hopes to one day prove herself as a worthy apprentice and later warrior of StoneClan when the time comes...
Poppykit
Kuro's Character
Poppykit is a small creamy white she-cat with orange tabby fur at the top half of her head, as well as down her back and halfway up her tail. Her eyes are an almost crystalic blue-green mix, many shades of aquamarine swirling between the two. This just adds onto her delicate touch of beauty, as these stunning eyes match her graceful form and movements quite well. Ever since she was small, Poppykit has been slightly lazy, a trait learned from her mothers' behavior, often choosing to sunbathe rather then work. However, unlike Fawndance, when somebody tells her to do something, she does it right away and doesn't grumble or complain. This seems like a good quality to have, but it's downside is that she doesn't think much on what the other is asking her to do. When she listens, it's blindly and without question. After all, her job gets done quicker if she just does what she's told, without arguing or procrastinating, and then she can go relax again. Due to this, she can be manipulated quite easily and is very submissive, so others can often trick her. If she's pranked or somebody teases her easily fooled attitude, she just grins and laughs, brushing insults right off and doesn't take it personally. Towards friends, she's fairly understanding and a good listener, but not much of a talker herself. Unless it's really serious, she remains quiet, but will voice her opinions directly and without fear if needed. For someone so small and quiet, she's remarkably efficient and deadly in battle, but her hunting skills leave lots of room for improvement. Poppykit was born and raised in StoneClan under her single loving parent Fawndance and never knew or cared about her unknown father.
Cascadingkit
Maple's character
Looking nothing like the rest of her family, with dark midnight black fur on her back, top part of her legs, head and tail, not to mention her light purple eyes, Cascadingkit really sticks out from the rest of her family, who all happens to be orange and white. But Cascadingkit did get the white underbelly, legs, chest, and nose. Another difference between Cascadingkit and part of her family, is that she has endless energy, and is slightly ADHD, unlike some of her family that are quite lazy. She never stops moving, shes always going from one place to another in search for something to do, someone to play with, or someone to bother. Shes always finding herself amused by the smallest things, let it be a leaf rolling through camp, or an ant crawling across the ground, Cascadingkit will find some way to amuse herself with it. Although when she does start playing with something she can easily get bored and move on to the next thing. This makes her quite hard to keep track of and proves hard for warriors and her mother. Especially because of her small frame, and light paws, she can easily slip past inattentive warriors. Though even if she does escape she causes no harm. She merely wanders around the territory aimlessly, taking in all the sights and enjoying herself. But with Cascadingkits carefree, energetic lifestyle she is easily misguided and very gullible. So its quite easy to use her as a victim of pranks or jokes; but she just brushes them off and laughs before quickly moving on to something else to entertain her small mind. Cascadingkit has the makings of a great warrior, with her small stature and quick feet, but she can never focus on something long enough to actually learn about it; spelling out trouble for her future. ||Family: Parents: Fawndance x Scar || Siblings: Tawnykit and Poppykit ||
Brackenfang and Rabbitstep's Kits
[Unborn]
Thornkit[step]
Eggie's Characters
Information pending
Specklekit[wing]
Sal's Character
Specklekit is a small fuzzy she-cat with gray splashing most of her pelt. She has a light cream splashed along the middle of her face, and one of her paws is completely cream colored. Her chest has a fluffy area that is completely covered with white, and her two back paws are also white. Her eyes are a soft shade of green that seems to mix in almost perfectly with her pelt. Her nose has black lining it, while the nose itself is a reddish color. She has naturally long whiskers, but has a small body. Specklekit has a mix of her mother and father's personality mixed in. When she is around a cat she has a crush on, she becomes shy and nervous, her voice soft and her paws scuffing at the dirt below her. She is otherwise extremely kind toward everyone that speaks to her, and seems to take very little to heart, allowing others to come close to her and be her friend. Specklekit is a curious little she-cat, always exploring the territory and bringing her siblings with her. Extremely sure of her abilities, Specklekit is proud of who her parents are, and can often be found fluffing herself up and growing defensive if anyone says anything bad about her mother or her father. Specklekit has a calm personality most of the time, and she often holds her head high, knowing that she deserves being alive and staying proud of her heritage. She loves her siblings, and she would kill for any of them if it came down to it. Specklekit has a deep sense of right and wrong, and is completely serious about the things that bother her, as well as the things that constantly interest her. Specklekit is an ambitious little she-cat, aiming to be the best at everything she does, showing that she is extremely competitive. The tortoiseshell she-cat loves her parents and her siblings, and she loves learning more about the cats in her clan. Specklekit is a generous little she-cat, and when someone seems to be in trouble or upset, she finds herself making her way over to them, wanting to help more than she can possibly admit. To Specklekit, it is important to show everyone that they deserve to be a part of that clan. She tries to make friends with everyone, despite the fact that she also enjoys playing jokes and seems to find almost everything amusing. She is a secure she-cat, following her morals and ignoring what everyone else thinks about her. So long as she is happy with the way that she lives, then no one else really matters. Specklekit's curiosity often brings her and those close to her into some serious problems. She likes to disappear and slip into the other clans to play with their kits. She finds that she likes to examine crazy areas that aren't exactly what most cats her age would like to explore. She shows that she doesn't have much of a sense of danger, always following her interests instead of the warning bells screaming at her to turn back. A caring little she-cat, Specklekit likes to make friends, and tends to want everyone to be her friends, even if they don't want to themselves. She honestly doesn't care, she wants to be friends with everyone. As long as they don't say anything bad about any of her siblings. If that were to happen she would no longer be sweet, she will have shifted into a darker, less friendly personality that can be quite ferocious and hurtful. However, mostly, the little she-cat wants to make friends with everyone she meets. She wants to have everyone join her on her wild adventures. *Kin* Parents: Brackenfang and Rabbitstep. Siblings: Firkit, Thornkit, Briarkit, and Brightkit. *Mate* None. *Kits* None.
Firkit[shadow]
Sal's Character
Firkit is actually a rather large tabby tom. He has tabby markings around his face and skipping along his back. His tail is a flush of black on an otherwise white pelt. Other than the few tabby markings that he claims, her has white along every other part of his body. On his right side, he has a rather large orange spot, a memento from his mother, he believes. Firkit has deep, enticing brown and green eyes that seem to gaze into someone's soul. His white whiskers are flecked with tan and brown around the bottom. And his nose is kind of pink. He is built in a way that makes him look as though he is going to be a powerful tom when he gets older, however as he is he seems to wish for nothing more than to avoid getting killed before he becomes a warrior. Despite this, he feels that as an older brother, it is his duty to stay around his insane little sister, Specklekit. He keeps close to her, following her and doing all the things she does as an attempt to protect her from the world around them. However, a lot of the time he wonders if HE isn't the one that needs rescuing since his sister is so quick to do things that are unsafe for his siblings, him, and her. Firkit has a calm, almost carefree personality, and unlike his sister he doesn't enjoy competition, preferring to do his best and ask for nothing more. The young tom has a curiosity that is quite different from his sister. His curiosity revolves around the histories of the clans. He loves to learn new things about his home and about the clans that surround them. The adventures to the other clans are some of the few adventures that this large tom actually enjoys. He is a bit like his father and mother in the sense that he has a strong belief for true love. Although he never actually says it, he thinks his parents are extremely romantic and he completely hopes that he can have a love like the kind they have. He has no plans to tell anyone about his desire for love, however, knowing that the other kits will probably tease him for his deep and rather personal feelings. He is like his mother in that he would much prefer hunting than fighting, and often makes excuses to avoid getting into playfights with his denmates. He knows that Specklekit is completely aware of his aversion to battles. He becomes quite frustrated when his sister begins to tease him for it, but he knows that if someone else were to tease him for his hatred of fighting, his family would have something to say about it. Firkit likes to be alone a lot, but not in a way that makes him lonely, no. He only ever really stays around his siblings, or stays by himself, thinking about the beauty of this world that surrounds him. Firkit is a hopeless romantic, as mentioned before. He romanticizes almost everything, although very few cats actually realize that this is what he's doing. He doesn't know why he has such an interest in romance, but it fascinates him and he thinks it's probably the cutest thing ever, which could kind of make him a feminine tom. However, Firkit - who is usually calm and quick-witted - get's angry quickly when it comes to anyone saying anything about his family. They're his family and he won't have anyone saying anything against them. Firkit is a calm tom, and is quite good when it comes to strategies. He's pretty good at finding escapes when his silly sister gets them into bad places. Firkit is a kind tom and seems to enjoy having educated conversations with others. He doesn't exactly act his age. In fact, it almost always seems as if he is quite a bit older than he actually is. For he takes things way too seriously and doesn't ever seem to understand when someone is joking with him. A kind, careful, and romantic tom is basically what he is. Someone that loves most of the others that surround him. *Kin* Parents: Brackenfang and Rabbitstep. Siblings: Thornkit, Specklekit, Briarkit and Brightkit. *Mate* None. *Kits* None.
Briarkit
Lalala~
Brightkit
Splatter's Character
Brightkit is a pretty golden brown tabby she-cat, a mix of her mother and father's looks. Despite being pure-blooded StoneClan, she isn't a very fast runner and doesn't show the normal talents of a StoneClan cat, leading her to be shy and unsure of everyone around her, due to insecurities about her abilities, she doesn't talk much with the other kits aside from her littermates, Most of the time, she's a mooma's girl and clings to Rabbitstep constantly, as if her other, older Clanmates were out to get her.
~Parents: Brackenfang and Rabbitstep| Siblings: Thornkit, Specklekit, Briarkit and Firkit~
~Parents: Brackenfang and Rabbitstep| Siblings: Thornkit, Specklekit, Briarkit and Firkit~