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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 12:48:38 GMT -5
☁ W E L C O M E ☁
So these are the Blue Mountains...
You knew they would be vast, ruthless, impenetrable- but the reward is worth it. It has to be... The rumors have spread as far as anyone knows. Every forest whispers of the great clan that lives within the valley beyond the mountain ridges. There is safety there, refuge there... Home is there. But as for right now? You can't see past the endless obstacle before you. How can anything live here? Let alone thrive... Your paws are heavy and your faith is running low. Your pads are aching with cold and your ears are burning from the wind. It's eerie atop the great mountain range and the icy breeze is ringing through the rocky peak, creating otherworldly moans that chill you through to your core. You are weary now from your travel and are about to give up entirely when you see something on the ground at your feet. A line drawn across the rocky facing. Curiously, you sniff at it then go to cross when a gentle voice speaks and startles you.
"So your paw-steps have lead you here."
From the darkness of the mountain's shadows, there came a single Warrior. She is a cold weather-worn she-cat with a thick, dark gray pelt that is littered with scars. Her green eyes are piercing and proud but not at all harsh- as you would expect from a creature who lives in an environment as unforgiving as this one. Her energy radiates in waves of calm, collective curiosity. You notice immediately something odd about her... Something... Off. Struck by the realization, you find it hard not to stare. This steely mountain Warrior is missing a paw. Lifting your head, you realize she's noticed that you were staring but her expression is still not unkind. She is, in all respects, as awe-inspiring as the peaks of which surround you. The gray molly dips her head and you again sense a certain power radiating from her. Whoever she is, she is strong and important; but yet... You do not fear her. There is compassion etched in her wintergreen eyes.
"You've found your way into our territory. I must say... If you made it across the Blue Mountains through Brotherhood Country, I am very impressed. My name is Ashrain. I am the leader of the Clan's Watch of Cloud Valley. I wanted to formally introduce myself to you first before I take you to meet all the others."
"The... Others?" you ask and she only smiles at you.
"Well, of course! Our clan is full of hundreds. Come on in, friend. We'll get some prey in you and then take you down to Cloudclan if that is what you wish." Ashrain has already turned on her three nimble paws away from you. The peculiar she-cat offers you a final smile over her shoulder. "Well? Are you coming home?"
Home...
The choice is yours.
☁ J O I N I N G F O R M ☁
Name- Description: physical and personality. || Family information; Mate/crush/kits/daughter of... || Any extra information about your pretty kitty. || Sexuality/Gender identity if it's important to the character. || Rank in the clan. || Screen-name. || [Magic word. xP] ||
(Ranks include: Leader(not applicable unless allowed), Deputy, Medicine Cat, Medicine Cat Apprentice, *Watcher(see further description), Warrior, Apprentice, Queen, Kit, Elder, Rogue, or Kittypet.)
* Note that there is no joining page. You fill out the form and then post it. Then I, or another moderator, will add it as soon as possible! Feel free to re-post the form (if accepted and/or revised) if you notice your character(s) has/have not been added in a timely manner. Thank you!
(Let's not over complicate this. Here's an example:
Brindledawn- Seeming much older than she is simply for her wisdom and solemn beauty, Brindledawn is a silky, silver-and-white brindle she-cat with dark blue eyes. Oddly enough, it isn't her physical appearance that makes her stand out. She is best known for her selfless, kind heart and being one who is very slow to anger. When around friends, however, her fragile emotions are easily seen behind her usually calm, wise, and patient demeanor. She actually gets easily upset and easily offended, as well as overly emotional at times. She takes great pride in her lineage and is extremely affectionate with her kin. Once crossed, however, she isn't likely to soon forget it. || Is the 2nd kit from Rockstar and Goldenstar's 1st litter. || No mate and no kits. || She's terrified of storms. || Medicine Cat. || RPed by Goldenstar. || [CAG]) ☁ I N D E X ☁
First Post- Introduction, Joining Form, Index. Second Post- Rules, News & Progress, Role Play Plots & Story-Lines, and Prophecies. Third Post- The Warrior Code, The Medicine Cat Code, Cloudclan's Principals, & The Watcher's Creed. Fourth Post- Allegiances; Leaders, Deputies, Medicine Cats, and Medicine Cat Apprentices. Fifth Post- Allegiances; Watchers. Sixth Post- Allegiances; Warriors. Seventh Post- Allegiances; Apprentices. Eighth Post- Allegiances; Kits. Ninth Post- Allegiances; Queens. Tenth Post- Allegiances; Elders. Eleventh Post- Allegiances; Starclan Cats. Twelfth Post- Allegiances; Dark Forest Cats. Thirteenth Post- Allegiances; Animals Outside the Clan. Fourteenth Post- Allegiances; Allies- Xhii's Tribe. Fifteenth Post- Allegiances; Allies- Inkclan. Sixteenth Post- Allegiances; Allies- Goldenclan. Seventeenth Post- Allegiances; Allies- Streamclan. Eighteenth Post- Cloudclan: Territory, Camp, and Landmarks. Nineteenth Post- The Clan's Watch: Territory, Camp, and Landmarks. Twentieth Post- Mentors and Apprentices. Twenty First Post- Clan Attributes: Common Cloudclan Knowledge, Types of Prey, Kinds of Predators. Twenty Second Post- Medicine Cat Inventory. Twenty Third Post- Cloudclan History. Twenty Fourth Post- Cloudclan History: The Great Blood War. Twenty Fifth Post- Cloudclan History: The Battle of the Forest. Twenty Sixth Post- Cloudclan History: The Frostbitten War. Twenty Seventh Post- Cloudclan History: The Watch Begins. Twenty Eighth Post- Cloudclan History: The First Selection. Twenty Ninth Post- Relationships: Mates and Crushes. Thirtieth Post- Couple Love Songs.
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 13:30:46 GMT -5
☁ R U L E S ☁
☁ I. Do. Have. A. Joining. Form! It is posted clearly IN THE VERY FIRST POST. You MUST join Cloudclan with your characters in this form! I have two moderators: Rowan and Mikah. We can all deny you the right to join until your characters are in the correct form. It just makes them easier to add. Simply follow the form. Thank you!
☁ Literacy please! I like to be able to understand what it is that you're trying to say. Try and have a good, strong reply as often as possible. If your initial joining form is littered with errors, this is a bad indication that you're not going to be a strong, literate RPer.
☁ There's no character limit. (I'm serious.) Have at it! Unleash your creativity! :3
☁ Forum rules do apply here. If you don't know them; look it up.
☁ I'm okay with spam like asking for someone to go to another RP, but NO useless stuff.
☁ I'm okay with kit stealing/whatever-ing! Just ask first! Seriously! I'd love to have it but you must ASK!
☁ No bullying. For real, I won't tolerate it. (~'-')~ Just move along.
☁ I'll pick who becomes Deputy/Leader. But you can apply if there is a position open! PLEASE apply!
☁ R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
☁ When you post your joining form, and do not start role playing/communicating within 72 hours (three days) of posting, you will not be added to the front page. We encourage you to start role-playing as soon as your joining form is accepted!
☁ I don't usually mind inactiveness but try to give me some type of warning before you disappear for three months. Or I may delete you. After 30 days of being inactive in the clan, your username will be posted on the front page and your characters will be saved on one of the clan pages. Just check to see where if you return and they'll be added back and activated. Active members are more likely to have higher statuses in the clan.
☁ If I have to leave for a while, or do so unexpectedly, the Deputies, Medicine Cats, "Senior Warriors", and other Leaders will be expected to keep the clan running until I return.
☁ If you've read this and the other rules, copy and paste 'CAG' into your joining form. (If you make multiple characters, you only have to post the pass-code once.)
☁ Have fun!
☁ N E W S A N D P R O G R E S S ☁
07.20.2020- I made my first website and I finished all the things for Cloudclan's new home! <3 08.31.2020- I finished front page edits. Yayyy... x.x... 09.22.2020- I've been SO busy... I'm back now! All characters were added AND Julie's back! Hooray! 11.15.2020- I've been busy but it's okay. Everything up to page 41 is added and updated. x.x... Jayne is home. <3 12.13.2020- We're having a good month! Everything up to page 55 is edited and the front page has been updated. 04.24. 2021- The meeting happened and a Breeding Bond was put in place to save Inkclan. Character edits and bond lists are on page 80. 09.06.2021- The front page has been updated. All characters have been added. Bond updates were posted on page 96. 12.13.2021- Son of a bitch- I need to get better at updating this thing properly or I'm going to explode. Honestly I just need to DO BETTER. 12.13.2021- Anyway. The clan pages have been updated up to page 102. Official Bond information is on page 103. New apprentice/mentor information is on page 104. 12.20.2021- Updates on page 107. 12.26.2021- The Breeding Bonds have closed. Inkclan is now temporarily staying in the Valley. Paintedsun left with Xhii's Tribe. 01.01.2022- Happy new year! 01.04.2022- The clan's front page has been updated in totality. It took me a really long time and now my brain is fried. x.x... 01.04.2022- Inkclan has a temporary allegiance space on the front page! 03.17.2022- Litter maps posted on page 117. 06.01.2022- GryffinCry's characters were deleted from the front page and saved on page 123. 06.01.2022- Fawnhearts' characters were deleted from the front page and saved on page 123. 06.01.2022- Nightmarequeen's characters were deleted from the front page and saved on page 123. 07.13.2022- Front page and allegiances were updated. PHEW! 07.13.2022- Starkissed Kit abilities were posted on page 130. 02.01.2023- Updates were made. I'm dead. 02.02.2023- The last of GryffinCry's characters were saved on page 140. 04.14.2023- Updates were made to the front page. 12.14.2023- Updates were made. I'll be saving all forum information in my documents from now on. 04.29.2024- We're back, bitches.
☁ P L O T S & S T O R Y - L I N E s ☁
☁ MAIN PLOT; The Rainbow Era has come to a close with the death of Crowshade along with Alderstar and Morningstar's rise into power. Now, the medicine cats and seers of the clan have been whispering of unending prophecies of seven strange cats. The time for the Starkissed Warriors to prove their prowess may soon come to pass. Never knowing what will be left in the wake of the Mark of Stars. [Open- anyone.]
☁ P R O P H E C I E S ☁ "There's a shadow in the clan and a ghost among us. He walks with us, beside us, he is us. A storm is coming, it comes on the wind and sings of war. The Mothers bring life, they brought life, they hold the future. The shadow and the storm will bring sin... sin can be extinguished with faith. Trust The Mothers and the life..." -Starclan to Tinyleaves.
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 13:40:42 GMT -5
☁ T H E W A R R I O R C O D E ☁
1.) Defend all the Clans, even with your life. Your first loyalty is to your Clan, but all cats who follow the warrior code are your allies. Each Clan must ensure that no other Clan falls. (Revised from original version.) 2.) Nevertheless, each Clan is proud and independent, with traditions that must always be respected. (Revised- formerly Rule 16.) 3.) An honorable warrior does not need to kill other cats to win their battles, unless they are outside the code, or it is necessary for self-defense. (Formerly Rule 14.) 4.) Elders, queens, sick or injured cats and kits must be fed before apprentices and warriors. Unless they have permission, apprentices may not eat until they have hunted to feed the elders. (Formerly Rule 3.) 5.) A Gathering of all five Clans is held at the full moon during a truce that lasts for the night. (Formerly Rule 10.) 6.) No warrior can neglect a kit in pain or danger- even if the kit is from a different Clan. (Formerly Rule 12.) 7.) A kit must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice. (Formerly Rule 5.) 8.) The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies, retires, or is exiled. 9.) After the death, retirement, promotion (to a leader status), or exile of the deputy, the new deputy must be chosen before moonhigh. 10.) If a Clan member believes that their leader is no longer leading with honor and integrity, they can challenge them. Three-quarters of the Clan members, including their medicine cats, must agree. Their objections will then be presented to the leaders of the other Clans. If the other leaders agree, all medicine cats will request that StarClan remove the leader's remaining lives and give them to the deputy. These objections cannot be raised by the deputy. 11.) A warrior or medicine cat may switch their allegiance from one Clan to another but must meet a set of conditions. The cat wishing to change Clans must perform a task of their intended Clan’s choosing. If they succeed, it will be deemed StarClan’s will that they change Clans, and their request will be granted. 12.) Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life. (Formerly Rule 4.) 13.) Newly appointed warriors will keep a silent vigil for one night after receiving their warrior name. (Formerly Rule 6.) 14.) A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice. (Formerly Rule 7.) 15.) A warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet. (Formerly Rule 15.) 16.) Boundaries must be checked and marked daily. Challenge all trespassing cats- but a warrior must always remember that all cats follow the warrior code. (Revised- formerly Rule 11 and possibly Rule 2.) [CloudClan reserves the right to choose to follow certain rules of the Warrior Code. It varies by Leader.]
☁ M E D I C I N E C A T C O D E ☁
1.) A Medicine Cat may not take on a mate. 2.) A Medicine Cat may not have kits. 3.) A Medicine Cat should not be rude to a injured cat. 4.) A Medicine Cat should not fight. 5.) A Medicine Cat should not leave the camp unless it is to find herbs with a Warrior. 6.) A Medicine Cat may not steal herbs to give to another Clan. 7.) A Medicine Cat must be loyal and not lie to his or her Clan. 8.) A Medicine Cat must know basic defense moves for self-defense. 9.) A Medicine Cat may not speak of a prophecy unless the leader has given permission. 10.) A Medicine Cat must not neglect an injured cat or not help it. It is the Medicine Cat's duty to help a cat even if they hate them. [CloudClan reserves the right to choose to follow the 1st, 2nd, and 5th rule of the Medicine Cat Code. It varies by Leader and Medicine Cat.]
☁ C L O U D C L A N P R I N C I P L E S ☁
☁ Respect all leaders and deputies. ☁ Honor those who have passed on to StarClan. ☁ Love those who have made you who you are. ☁ Remember our past. It has made us stronger. ☁ Heal broken hearts with gentle paws.
☁ T H E W A T C H E R ' S C R E E D ☁
☁ "Night gathers- and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no mate, hold no lands, have no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the blade in the darkness. I am the Watcher on the Wall. I am the shield that guards the hearth of my clan. I pledge my life and honor to the Clan's Watch- for this night and all the nights to come." ☁ Watchers do not take mates. This is punishable by dishonor. ☁ Watchers do not have kits. This is punishable by dishonor. ☁ Watchers venture into the Main Clan Camp one day a month during the full moon cycle. (Also, a special nod to George R.R. Martin for the inspiration from the Clan's Watch comes from is Night's Watch from the A Song of Fire and Ice series which was the basis for the Game of Thrones television series on HBO.)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 16:00:10 GMT -5
☁ A L L E G I A N C E S ☁
L E A D E R S
~Shadowstar♢- stunning to look at, Shadowstar is a tall, slender tom. He has sleek, pitch black fur everywhere. There isn't a splash of color on him- giving the illusion that he is, well, made of shadow. He has large ears, long black whiskers, thick, dark paw pads, a handsome, wedged face and almond-shaped eyes. Even the tom's nose is so gray that it's nearly black and he has a long, whip-like tail. Shadowstar also has his biological mother's stunning, molten gold-orange eyes. Even though his pelt did heavily favor that of his adoptive father, Blackstag, he was haunted by an inkling that his parents weren't really his parents. And he learned that he was right- finding out that he and his sister were adopted and were the fabled kits who had been the primary source of battle for the Great Blood War. He was bitter when he found out the truth of his parentage and kept his distance from his biological mother- Citrineheart- former leader of Berylclan. He also put space between himself and his adopted parents for a time and came to regret it later. Shadowkeeper lost Wrenflight and Blackstag before he was even made a Deputy and he never got to make amends with them and it broke him. However, his big character-building blow didn't come until he was older. He lost his biological mother, Citrineheart, during the Frostbitten War and it definitely changed his view on life, love, and family. He is now very proud of his Berylclan lineage and speaks of his parents fondly. Shadowstar is still hard to get to know and is heavily guarded and untrusting- something he shares as an extreme likeness to his father- Nightlegend- whom he never got to meet. He clings close to his sister and won't let her ever stray too far from him. She's his best friend. Since finding love in his saucy mate, Alderthorn, and falling for her kits equally as hard, he has warmed up a bit... Just a bit. There's still ice protecting the softer parts of his soul. || Wrenflight and Blackstag's foster kit. His sister is Brackenrose, his mother is the late Citrinestar of Berylclan, and his father is the late Nightlegend of Cloudclan. || Spirit Stone- Tanzanite. || Mates with Alderstar. Adopted father of Treeheart, Dandelionbriar, and Sparrowtalon. Biological father of Rosecrown, Risingsun, Tigershale, and Citrineshard. || Mentored: Antlershard, Treeheart, Alderstar, and Goldwater. || Lives- 6: 1) Died from Fire Fever, 2) Died from Fire Fever, 3) Died from Fire Fever (partially murdered by Talcshade)... || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
Alderstar♢- Alderstar is a deep brown tabby with black stripes and beautiful, striking bronze eyes. She has white spots that cover her mouth, cheeks, all four paws, inner ears, and areas on her chest and throat. Though a lovely female, Alderstar isn't one to play around. She was once quick to snap and quite standoffish but that was before the Valley worked its magic on her. The leader at the time of her joining, Crowstar, fell in love with her fiery nature and ability to defend both herself and her kin at a moment's notice and it wasn't something he let go unrewarded. He chose her in his mind for a Deputy after she'd only been in the clan a few moons. Now, despite her softened nature, she's still adjusting to the compassion that rings so true in the Valley but she is trying with all her might to be better, more open... For herself, her family, and her clan. She is extremely close with her offspring and fiercely protective of them like a good mother should be. Though she doesn't speak of her birth family, she does recall never really knowing her parents and simply growing in a group of her peers that tried to call themselves some sort of clan. Escaping the abusive life of her "birth clan" (Fallenclan) with her daughter and unborn litter, she found herself stumbling and trying to survive off the land for awhile until coming across the Watchers of Cloud Valley. She proved her loyalty and strong Warrior abilities by giving her all in the Frostbitten War- something that cemented herself as a true Warrior of Cloudclan... And a future leader. || Spirit Stone- Tiger Eye. || Mother of Treeheart, Sparrowtalon, Dandelionbriar, Citrineshard, Tigershale, Rosecrown, and Risingsun. || Mate of Shadowstar. || Mentored: Riverpaw(Riverjoy). || Treeheart. || Lives: 9. ||
Morningstar- gray tom with long legs, powerful legs and short, smooth fur. He has a white underbelly which often make him look a bit pumper than he is and has white fore paws and sports peculiar pale olive green eyes. He isn’t very intimidating in size- he’s the average cat if not only slightly taller and certainly not by character as he is as kind and polite as a fresh ‘paw. He is so soft and caring it was a surprise to many cats when he didn’t become a medicine cat and instead agree do to become Duckfeather’s first apprentice. He is a very early riser much like his brother and the two are often on their own separate dawn patrol, simply chatting- well Redmouse is, while Morningheart is more than willing to listen to him. All in all not a negative bone in this kitty’s body. His cordial attitude and humility made him a prime choice for deputyship and he was proud to be acknowledged by his leaders for the position. However, his love life has always been his weakness. First falling in love with Bluelotus, knowing very well he didnt stand a chance. As he dealt with that fallout, his own temptation got the best of him and he ended up fathering a litter with Duskflower- and effectively ruining their already awkward relationship in the process. He has never been able to find a mate that truly he feels he can connect to long term but he has plenty of life left in him- and he wont give up. || Brother to Redmouse, son of the late warriors Feathernose and Waterpetal, brother-in-law to Ivyleaf. Briefly was a fling with Duskflower and father to her kits- Appledusk and Mapleberry. Also father to Chrysanthenum from Sycamore and (soon to be born) Gorseclaw, Blackmist, and Speckledfrost from Havencall. || Bisexual. || Mentored: Adderstripe and Timberfrost. || cowbird. ||
D E P U T I E S
-Riversand- His fur is quite a light brown color, very similar to his brother's pelt. Instead of red, there are slightly darker brown bits as a mask over his face, swallowing up his tail and the majority of his legs (not his paws, though) and underbelly. His eyes are brighter, sky blue than his brother's. Riversand and his brother were born from two rogues hidden away in the mountains. Life was tough for them in the beginning and as their littermates slowly became weaker and faded out completely, the brothers struggled to keep each other and their parents alive. A fight with a fox left their brothers separated from their parents and they stumbled into Cloudclan, injured and disoriented. The clan took them in and trained them as warriors, both earning proper warrior names and solidifying them as loyal members within the clan. || Oldest from a litter of four- two deceased sisters, parents are rogues- deceased, oldest brother of Stagcall. || Mates with Mistletoemelody. Father to Tumblemoss, Mothcharm, Thickettine, Thistlesong, Poinsettiasilk, Alliumshine, and Asterlight. || Treeheart. ||
~Hyenaspots- energetic and opinionated, Hyenaspots is a very unorthodox she-cat. In every way imaginable. Let's start off with her appearance. She isn't... quite pretty but she's... not... ugly... either? She's just... Odd. (And butchy). This kitty is a thick-furred, gray-brown molly with dark brown and black spots dappled throughout her pelt as well as black socks on all of her feet. She has black-tipped ears, wire-like black whiskers, and oddly thick claws for her oddly big paws. She has a thick, short, fluffy tail that is always a mess and is permanently curled upward. She has a chaotic, fluffy ridge of fur that starts from the base of her tail, runs up her spine, and spikes between her ears. She has a broad head, a strong jawline, short, rounded ears, and a slight under-bite that causes both of her bottom incisors to show. Finally, Hyenaspots has bright amber eyes. Her stout build makes her quite the powerhouse and she has always been impressive in her Warrior skills- even as an apprentice. She's a brick and hand-to hand (paw to paw?) combat with her is not a pretty or clean fight. Despite her apparent power, Hyenaspots isn't directly... aggressive. She's strong. It doesn't mean she's mean. This strange she-cat is extremely close with her family and has always been saddened by the fact that she never got to know her birth mother (Lunarcharm) or her biological father, Sootmark, who both died in the Frostbitten War. She is particularly protective of her paternal grandfather, Grayfox. She knows that he's difficult but I wouldn't be cruel to him around her. Hyenaspots is very much an advocate for self love and equality and you should note that never in her presence... will bullying be tolerated. || Owltalon's kit by the late Lunarcharm for the late Sootmark. Grandchild of Lostraven and Coralwish. Sibling of Dingospry, Coyotehowl, Foxtempt, and Jackalfang. || Lesbian. Prefers feminine she-cats. Mates with Vivian and adopted mother of her kits. || Goldenstar. ||
~Valorpledge- Funny, fun-loving, and full of energy and enthusiasm, Valorpledge is the youngest of Victoryecho's children but shouldn't be underestimated. He is a firecracker, always cracking jokes and always up for anything. He longs to hunt, travel, explore, and train. Valorpledge is an above-average sized tom, yet he is not built like his brothers at all. He is a dark, deep rowan-red colored tom with thick, short fur like his mother. The tips of all four of his toes are splashed a dark cream. Valorpledge has a deep desire to prove himself worthy as a full, honest-to-StarClan Cloudclanian. He longs to make Cloudstar proud. A lot of his feelings of inadequacy come from not knowing who his father is, something he doesn't admit to, but also something that he tries to not let hinder him. He is ambitious and driven and will never stop fighting to get what he feels he deserves; nothing less than the best. Nor will he ever stop fighting for what is right. He is all about honor, honesty, and well... Valor. Finally, Valorpledge has deep, forest-green eyes. He misses his departed mother more than he ever lets show and he lives every single day in her honor. || Third of Victoryecho's kits (Rowanoak's son). Half-brother to Rockshadow(Arrowmask) and Cloverblade(Zebrafur). || No mate and no kits. Homosexual- cover mate of Marblefur and Doveheart. || Senior Warrior. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
-Cicadascreech- Cade (as he is affectionately called by... anyone who wishes, really) is loud. That's the first thing you notice about him. That's the first thing anyone noticed about him. He's loud, he's cheerful, he's loving. He will yammer on and on about whatever until he runs out of breath. He shouts to his friends when he sees them, he yowls his complaints, he cries out his sorrows. If he likes you, you'll know. His love is nowhere near subtle and he'll sing your praises if he so wishes, whether you are family, friend, or some tolerant stranger who hasn't battered his ears yet. Cade is loud and his chosen brothers - Lionstreak and Coltspirit- love him for it. Though, underneath the noise and the bright grins and bouncing steps, you'll probably have to squint to see scars that aren't physical like his brothers. He hides cringes when his noise gets him glared at, he swallows hard when told to pipe down. The only way you'll know something is wrong is when the noise does finally soften, when his smiles dim and when he shrinks when he walks. Then, I'm afraid, you'll have his brothers to deal with. This wild child has a pelt of a warm mixture of browns and reds with dark brown (nearly black) spots covering every inch on his fur except the white on his body. The white is placed up along his legs, underbelly, chest, up and around his throat, on his cheeks, mouth, and a stripe up his nose. His eyes are a vibrant, leafy green. || Chosen brother of Coltspirit and Cicadascreech. Adopted son of Harbinger and the late Witheredleaf, adopted brother of Crowcharm, Ravenhex, and Sunnyarch. || Was born into a tiny group of rogues, made up of only his parents and his five other siblings. Cicada wasn't named ironically. Ever since he was born, he was loud and proud of it. Though, it quickly became clear to him that none of his family cared much about his bright personality. His shouts would be met with claws to his ears and his grins would be met with sneers. Soon it all melted away and he became silent, not even sharing words. A hawk attack on his littermates drove him to run for cover and he found himself lost. Colt was the first he ran into, the tense and angry tom making the small thing nervous until the ice melted and bonds were made. Adding Lion to the mix only strengthened his newfound happiness. His shouts were met with fond sighs and his grins were met with matching ones full of warmth. He was home with these toms. And he soon made himself, quite happily, at home in Cloudclan. || Mates with Skypromise. Father to Cricketblare, Sparrowcrest, Sky, and Song. || Treeheart ||
Squirrelwind- deep dark brown she-cat with lighter brown underside and long whiskers and large yellow eyes and thick fur. She also has a thick almost feathery tail. Ever since birth Squirrelwind has been a very opinionated cat. She said always ready to prove herself as right even when it’s clear to others she’s not sometimes. However she may be like such, but she’s highly intelligent and determined to serve her clan in any capacity. || No living family, open to all kind stuff of relationships. || cowbird ||
M E D I C I N E C A T S
~Cypressprayer- Known firstly for her unique name, Cypressprayer has easily earned her reputation as a kind, otherworldly daydreamer. Cypressprayer isn't just peculiar as far as her personality goes. She's also very odd looking. Unlike her strikingly beautiful siblings, Cypressprayer is well... Odd. 80% of her pelt is a snowy white that is incredibly silky and nearly perfect. However, there is the other 20%. Randomly, Cypressprayer is splashed with gray-and-black tabby marbling. The markings appear on her front left leg above her paw to her shoulder, on the back of her right front paw, on the front of her hind right leg, and cuffed around the back of her left hind leg. Strangely enough though, it's the coloration on this she-cat's head that makes her truly unique. The tabby markings appear as a half mask across the right side of her face covering her eye, ear, and upper cheek. Even the whiskers on the right side of her face are black. The unusual patterning has left Cypressprayer with the impression that her face is split down the middle. It's even confirmed since the eye with the tabby mask is blue and the one in white is pale green. The blue eye even appears brighter than the green. Cypressprayer is a peculiar she-cat herself, with a tendency to daydream and be in her own head instead of the present. She is flighty and forgetful but incredibly kind and affectionate to those who she allows in the crazy dream she calls life. She tends to stay out of serious situations until her brain processes something important enough for her mouth to say. And in that case... it's recommended to listen. Cypressprayer's unusual personality tends to brand her a loner so she's usually off by herself and is rarely in camp. When she is... She's with her family. || Lionroar and Gorsewing's kit. Sister to Laurelwish, Cinnamonsky, Vanilladrop, and Citrinekiss. || No mate and no kits. || 1st Medicine Cat. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
Stormleaf- a small, gray tabby with an unusual thick, plumy and muscular orange tail and matching orange eyes. Completely dedicated to her duties, she swore off males a long time ago to attend to her task as being one of her ever-growing clan's medicine cats- that all changed of course when she met Scarecrow. The gangly, awkward tom adores his mate but also encourages her and will never try to cage her or take away from her job- as he sees and understands how important it is to her. And she loves him for that. Stormleaf is a motherly cat, able to watch over and care for even the sickest cats and will go to undefinable lengths to save a cat's life. Determined and fiercely loyal, she is a great companion too and serves as a listening ear for most of the Clan's problems. She is heavily relied upon and trusted by the leaders of Cloudclan. || Mates with Scarecrow. || 2nd Medicine cat. || cowbird. ||
~Umberpatch♢- discovered in a pumpkin patch, literally hidden inside a hollowed pumpkin, this is one member of what has become known throughout the clan as the Pumpkin Patch Litter. Umberpatch was the runt of his litter and can be a little shy. He doesn't talk a whole lot but hears and notices everything. He understands that he is an orphan but doesn't honestly think it matters- he's become who he is meant to be. Umberpatch is half blind (in his right eye- which is blue) and half deaf (in his left ear) and has a skewed sense of balance because of it. Umberpatch is not stocky and broad like his brother and sister but is instead shorter and lean with a more petite frame. He has thick, wire-like tan and dark brown marbled fur and one blue, one hazel colored eye. In general, no one is really sure which eye he is almost blind in or which ear he is almost deaf in- he really doesn't like to talk about it and especially not since his sister died and she was the only one who knew for a long time. Umber is super family oriented and he is ferociously loyal to those who have won their way into his heart- his mates and dear friends in particular. This odd tom does have a few quirks and the Medicine Cats diagnosed him as a kit with some type of obsessive compulsive disorder due to his freakish routines and weird habits (it's okay, I can say that because I have diagnosed O.C.D., it isn't offensive. xD). He's very anal about his fur and paws being clean and he doesn't much care for anything that will make him dirty. He was devastated by the loss of his sister due to something called Fire Fever that ravaged Cloudclan shortly after the Frostbitten War. However, her death encouraged him to just continue to be a good cat and a better healer. He will be kind and devoted... in her honor, for as long as he lives. He is very estranged from his brother, Obsidianspire, and the two don't really associate as kin and don't really talk much. || Pumpkin Patch Kitty. Brother to Obsidianspire and the late Sweetlyric. Half-brother to Tundrastar and Arcticthunder in Goldenclan, half-brother to Mack of Xhii's Tribe, half-brother to Blackwood, Pineblade, and Oakstomp in Inkclan, and (secretly) the half-brother of Cleminetinecoat, Elderwish, Boysenberrybranch, Limewood, and Lemonrush- they all have the same father; Lincoln. His mother was an ugly, copper-colored she-cat named Penny. || Pansexual and polyamorous- prefers toms. He's mates with Sparrowtalon and Eaglepaw. || Spirit Stone- Tiger Eye. || 3rd Medicine Cat. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
Eagleoak- solid gray tom with yellow eyes. He doesn't much live up to his majestic name as he is the goofy one of his siblings, always making joke and doing outlandish things- many which fall flat to his peers and mother. He can be gullible as he is always getting caught in Icemoon's sneaky schemes and jokes. His presence is surprisingly forgotten a lot of the time- with all of his littermates having distinct personalities and traits and him being the middle child seems to add on to that lack of recognition which can make him really sad sometimes. He finds his consolation from his humor, his mother, his closest littermate Lichenfur and interest in medicine. || 4th Medicine Cat. || Son of Doveheart and half adopted son by Valorpledge. Adopted secret kit of Almondthicket in the Watch. His siblings are Lichenfur, Riverflower, Elknose, and Icemoon. || Mates with Umberpatch, father to kits by Milkflower. || cowbird. ||
~Rowanberry- The poor boy. Rowanberry was born the only tom in a litter of five and his four sisters keep him on his toes. He's the love of all of them and he has a different and neutral relationship with each of them individually. He loves that he can talk to Garnetlace about anything and that they can check out handsome toms together. He adores the time he spends with Rosepetal and how she loves to laugh and go for walks. He's always telling Redfern that her sharp tongue will keep her alive because nobody wants to attack a cactus and he supports Pumpkinspice's confidence and how much she stands her ground. And he is so proud of his mothers and he knows that his father was a great Warrior and lives every day in his honor. And as for himself? Ah. What a guy. Rowanberry was named, affectionately, after Cinnamonstar's lifelong best friend- Rowanstar- and it is something he has great and tremendous pride in. He is built in great likeness to his biological father- tall and lean-muscled with an impressive but not overly-exaggerated frame, big paws, and a square, handsome face. His fur is a deep, velvety, rich color a shade brighter than maroon with dusty red undertoning and eyeliner that accompany well his bright, sky blue eyes. Despite his powerful build and general masculine qualities... Rowanberry is actually a very sensitive and feminine tom a lot of the time but it just depends on the day honestly. He is honest and hardworking and values his own individuality and his family. He wants nothing more than to be a good healer and be able to help others around him. "Let's just get one thing straight... I'm not. Okay, honey?" || Cinnamonstar's kit by Fawnheart out of the late Burnednight. Brother to Pumpkinspice, Rosepetal, Garnetlace, and Redthorn. || Gay as all get out. Cisgendered but he proudly and unapologetically fluctuates between being masculine and feminine. || 5th Medicine Cat. || Sunnyarch's mate. Partial sire to his split-fathered litter of kits out of Velvetthread. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Venomcinder♢- affectionately known to all who love him simply as "Vinnie", this unusual cat has had a rough go at life. He was born 'Leechkit' to his heartbroken-maddened mother, Coalember, who rejected both he and his sister before they were even born. Prior to their introduction to life, Coalember's mate- Talchshade- who resided in the Dark Forest- abandoned her while she was pregnant by his apprentice in evil- Junglevine. After Talcshade left Coalember and Junglevine was sentenced to death for treason, Coalember completely snapped. She lost her mind due to the betrayal and when Vinnie and his sister were born, she aggressively rejected them and named them Leechkit and Tickkit out of spite because they looked so much like their fathers... And because they were 'just foul parasites'. Ultimately, Vinnie and his sister ended up being raised by the other Queens in the nursery, including their older sister, Rubypyre. Venomcinder and his sister both claim Mouseear as their "mother figure" as she was the one who nursed and loved them the most. Despite his rough upbringings... Venomcinder is a really kind tom. He has a big heart and is a peaceful creature... He just has the combined temper of all three of his parents. He is a handsome cat with dark gray fur that is shaded black in some places and he has black leopard-like russets faded through his pelt. He is streamlined and lanky like his father, Talcshade, and has big ears, black whiskers, and acidic green eyes. Despite his mother's rejection of him, he still loves her and doesn't blame her for the way she treats him. He just wants her approval. He is extremely close to Mouseear, Emeraldstone, and Woodenspire, as well as his biological sisters. He chose to walk the path of a Medicine Cat so that he can heal others... and maybe someday find the cure for his mother's madness and heartbreak. || Spirit Stone: Jade. || Biologically Coalember's kit by Junglevine/Talcshade. Rubypyre's younger brother. Brother to Poisonpulse. Adopted son of Mouseear. || Heterosexual. || 6th Medicine Cat. || Goldenstar. ||
~Tinyleaves♢ - In a word? Adorable. In another word?... Weirddd. This little kitty was definitely the runt of her litter. She is, in all actuality, one of the smallest cats that exist in Cloudclan and she never grew past the size of a newly-named apprentice. She is a pretty thing though but doesn't seem to think too much of her appearance. Tinyleaves has a long-furred pelt with a feathery tail, tufted cheeks, and a plumed chest. Her fur itself is a white and sandy-brown marble with cream dapples that look like leaves that have been stamped across her pelt. She has white socks on all of her feet and her face has a tan mask and a cream leaf print between her eyes- of which, the irises are a bright, ivy green. She has a soft, petite voice and berry pink ears, paw-pads, and nose. She also has long, white whiskers and white freckles across her nose. Ever since she was born, Tinyleaves has been... different. She has something Cypressprayer always called 'The Sight' (or some Elders say "The Shining") and has had dreams off and on her entire life about things she doesn't understand. She also has a weird talent for understanding languages that aren't directly cat-related and she can communicate with the dead. She is airy and tender-hearted and she refuses to eat meat because "anything with a heartbeat has a soul". Tinyleaves was heartbroken by the death of her father- Specterhowl- and vowed to take his place and be a kind spirit as well as a healer. It was through his passing that she discovered she really could speak to those in Starclan and it makes her mostly immune to the pain and grief of life loss. "The worst thing about death is not that they are gone... but that we remain." Honestly... a Medicine Cat's life may have been the only path for her... What with her... height condition and all. Tinyleaves is extremely close to her big brother, Tallpine, and the two are usually seen together. She does get annoyed that he seems to be a bit overprotective of her. "I'm small. Not fragile." This precious soul doesn't have a mean bone in her body and can often be found in nature, admiring its beauties or talking with those since departed. || Rubypyre and Specterhowl's kit. Sister to Tallpine, Acorntrail, and Reedweaver. || Pansexual, potential to be polyamorous. Anything that can steal her heart will be good for her soul. Nourish the spirit and the body follows. || Vegetarian. Feed her berries and tell her she's gentle. || Spirit Stone: Rose Quartz. || 7th Medicine Cat. || Goldenstar. ||
-Coltspirit- Colt (as he's affectionately called by those he sees as family) was always a bit of a tough nut. Seeming to always be on edge, he doesn't tend to get along with many others, which makes it a mystery to most how he managed to become to fiercely loyal to both Lionstreak and Cicadascreech in the time before they discovered Cloudclan. He's rough around new people, a tense and silent tom. Though that silence is a great step up from the viciousness he was known for in his youth, before he even met those he calls his brothers. He believes he'll always have to work on the odd, natural aggression that creeps underneath his skin, but he tries his best. He doesn't make bonds easily, but once he bonds with you, you are under his protection for life. This tense one is a pure white tom with stormy grey, mackerel tabby patterns with grey ears and a grey tail tip. He also has black fawn-like spots that cover his abdomen. He has green eyes (ring of grey around the pupils). He has faint scars and a small nick in his left ear, and he refuses to talk about them, more out of what seems like shame and guilt than anything. || Chosen brother of Lionstreak and Cicadascreech. Adopted son of Harbinger, adopted brother of Crowcharm and Ravenhex. Adopted brother of Pearlshell and Opalsmoke. || Was born in a tiny wandering group of loners. No one truly knows why he was so aggressive, since it seemed like it was always been a part of him. Some say it was maybe the built up frustration of being in the unstable lifestyle of wandering loners, some say he's just a devil in cat's clothing. When one fight leaves a cat his age terribly injured, young Colt found himself abandoned by the group one morning. He wandered around before stumbling upon Cicada, a meek and quiet tom, tiny and around his age. Colt was cold to the little tom at first, but eventually that chill melted and began a burning loyalty that then spread to Lion, once he joined their group, and remained that way ever since. || 8th Medicine Cat. || Mates with Bubblefrost. Father to Willowsway. || Treeheart ||
9th Medicine Cat Position Open.
10th Medicine Cat Position Open.
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~Pearlshell- what an odd one. What an odd one... indeed. Pearlshell was born one of two kits to her elderly mother, Witheredleaf. Witheredleaf and her mate, Harbingerstrike, were the talk of the clan when they officially started courting. One reason was Witheredleaf's age. Another reason was, well... Harbingerstrike is a hairless tom. Who doesn't have eyes. While most cats found him creepy, Witheredleaf adored his heart and his kindness. Thus their love was born and the kits came shortly after. And what strange little beauties they were. Pearlshell and her twin sister Opalsmoke were both born, like their father, hairless. But while Opalsmoke inherited blotches of gray on her body to mimic her mother, sweet Pearl is just completely pink. She has big ears and gentle, stunning teal blue eyes (which she doesn't know it, but she gets her eye color from her grandmother- Harbinger's mother). Pearl has always been an unusual gal, apart from her appearance and family dynamic itself. She is known to be a bit of a dreamer and a wanderer and spends a lot of her time in the forest and out in nature. She doesn't like to harm other living things and it made her rather difficult to train as a warrior at first because she struggled to hunt and fight. She eventually caught on and did quite well, but was always unhappy about it. Ultimately, Pearl ended up training as a healer when her mother passed away and has found her passion in helping others- much like her brother Pearlshell eats very little fresh meat and tends to sustain herself with plants, berries, and leaves- a trick she's learned from the other vegetarians in the clan. But she has an iron and protein deficiency, so cutting out meat entirely will never be an option for this whimsical, sensitive soul. As an apprentice, Pearlshell fell in love with a baby snail she found in the forest and she named him Flash. She has cared for Flash for years and he is her closest friend. She carries him around on a leaf- or on her head- or on a necklace her brother Sunny made her using an empty acorn shell. Pearl is extremely sensitive and doesn't take kindly to bullying- something she's been at the mercy of her entire life. She's very family oriented and loves spending time with her brothers and sisters, but especially her twin. She was devastated over the death of her mother and it's only made her dig her claws into her family even more. Her kin is everything to her. And she will do anything to make the most of the time she is given with them. || Daughter of Harbingerstrike and the late Witheredleaf. Litter-mate and twin to Opalsmoke. Half-sister of Sunnyarch and the late Daffodilfur. Adopted sister of Ravenhex, Crowcharm, Lionstreak, Coltspirit, and Cicadascreech. || Demisexual, asexual, panromantic. || Goldenstar. ||
~Sunpaw(Sunscorpion)- Odd, Curious, and in every sense of the word- skeptical- Sunscorpion is a tomcat who is very... in tune with the spiritual world- and it very much scares him. Born to a litter who all possessed different ailments, Sunscorpion was cursed with permanent blindness. Ever since they were born, his father started working with Sunscorpion and his siblings right away to give them a sense of normality, and to make sure they knew that they weren't disabled- just different. Which- Sunscorpion is VERY different from most cats (even his siblings). His path as a medicine cat started with him coming to his parents and telling them about the dreams he would have of the 'scary sky cats'. With a few trips to the medicine cat's den- it was confirmed that he was most likely talking about StarClan coming to him in dreams, but the odd thing was that StarClan never came off as scary to a potential medicine cat before. Because of this, his father offered to him to train as a warrior, but Sunpaw was deadset on the path of a medicine cat- as he preferred the quiet life of healing to brute warrior life. As he grew and trained, his mysterious connection with the world of StarClan grew- as did his skeptical viewpoints on StarClan cats and their motives with the world of the living. He's conflicted about this, as he loves being able to see the beautiful veil in StarClan- the sparkling forests and crystal streams bring him a kind of peace he can't experience while awake, but at the same time... he doesn't trust the star cats- and fears the kind of power they hold over CloudClan and all other clans. Because of this, he doesn't acknowledge himself as part of the almost 'religious' majority who follow and believe in their great ancestors. He would rather just keep to his practice and be a medicine cat because he likes to help others- not to receive prophecy or the word of Starclan. But that doesn't mean they don't still try to connect with him. A few of his ancestors try to reach out to Scor, and it annoys him greatly. The difference between him and other medicine cats is that he can hear them and feel them while he's awake- and a lot of spirits follow him around on an almost constant basis. He fully believes that it's out of spite most of the time, as sometimes he'll have random herbs knock themselves off shelves or berries he's working with will randomly disappear. His ability to communicate with the dead during the day stresses him out greatly during his work. The experience that got to him the most was when he was working on a patient and could hear them crying and telling him they were afraid. He was reassuring them that everything would be all right when he was interrupted by Tinyleaves- who told him that the patient had already passed away. While his brother- Mooncricket- inherited his father's kind and loving personality- Sunscorpion is all his mother. Looks and personality wise. He's a smaller, thinner tom with his mother's sleek dark oak brown fur and flaming orange tabby stripes, but with added bright orange paws from his grandfather. His most prominent feature is his striking sightless gaze- which is a base orange color, with bright yellow pupils that look like brilliant suns in his eyes. He did however inherit his fathers social awkwardness, as he has a hard time making friendships. He just... doesn't know what to talk about other than his studies. He has a sharp tongue and can be quite blunt- sometimes making him come off as rude. He's not unkind, however, as he does have a lot of love in his heart towards his family and his clan mates. He's particularly close with his sister Dreamweaver, even though they're on completely opposite sides of the spectrum when it comes to StarClan. This is one of the main things that drives his skepticism towards StarClan- as his sister is a warrior and prophet on behalf of them- and their 'manipulations' nearly cost her life. || Blind. || Son of the late Ebonylove and Tinheart. Litter mate of Mooncricket and Starmantis. Adopted brother of Tawnybrook and Goldwater, and half-brother of Dreamweaver (same mom). || Heterosexual- awkward around she-cats. Incredibly in love with Tinyleaves and doesn't even know it- but everyone else does. || Medicine Cat || Goldenstar. ||
Cinderpaw(Cinderblaze)- thick-furred smoky dark gray tom with lighter undersides and striking blue eyes. Intense and dedicated to his craft and has a no nonsense attitude- either you have a job to do or leave him be. Very protective of Clan principles and will not let anyone off lightly who breaks them- no matter who you are. He is slightly less vigorous with his sisters, taking the spot as the defensive brother much to Nightlily’s annoyance- she constantly reminds him he’s the middle child. || 3rd Medicine Cat apprentice. || Asexual- but very untrusting. || Son of Duskflower and Egretwings. Brother to Nightlily and Dawnsong, younger half brother to Appledusk and Mapleberry. || cowbird. ||
4th medicine cat apprentice position open.
5th medicine cat apprentice position open.
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(CloudClan holds spots for 10 Medicine Cats and 5 Medicine Cat Apprentices so that there will hopefully be a Medicine Cat online at all times. This also ensures that, since CloudClan is so massive, every injury or illness can be seen too. The five Medicine Cat Apprentice slots chalk the Med. Cat total up to 15 (though this can change). However, whenever a Medicine Cat Apprentice becomes a full Medicine Cat, one of the Medicine Cats will retire, allowing the number of true Medicine Cats to never exceed ten. Each Medicine Cat Apprentice will have two or more mentors. Thank you! :3)
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Snowpaw(Snowglen)- brilliant, pure white coat with spiked up fur and intense green eyes. Snowglen takes his father’s handsome looks and expertise at hunting abilities and his mother’s undying loyalty and fierceness. He is very proud of his huge family and is in awe of his maternal grandfather, Onyxlegend- to the point where he’ll unsheathe claws to defend his honor. Love is nothing to be ashamed of, not in his book. Snowglen is extremely selfless and loves to be a help to whoever needs it, which has surprised many to the lengths he will go. He hated chores as an apprentice, but since becoming a warrior, he’s found quite a bit of solace in cleaning out the elders' den and fetching herbs with his uncles Eagleoak and Umberpatch. But his claws are always ready to shed blood for his loved ones- he’ll never tire of that. || Eldest kit of Topazloch and Icemoon. || He’s pretty blurry on the sexuality front- honestly just being able to handle his many different sides and overbearing grandmother, Doveheart gets him just fine. || cowbird. ||
~Desertpaw(Desertgust)- a handsome tom with short, thick fur. His pelt is split down the middle, half dark cream and half a rich, golden color. The gold half of his pelt has some black tabby markings along his legs but the cream half of his pelt has orange tabby markings. He has a long, slender tail and is built like his mother, with thin and petite features. He also has Pastellight's big, pointed ears and a wedged face, giving him more and more of an Inkclan appearance. He has odd eyes like both of his parents, the one against his golden fur being a warm amber while the one against his cream pelt is a pale blue. His nose and pawpads are a soft pink. || Child of Pastellight and Brightwish. Littermate to Duskfrost. Older siblings of Emberkiss, Morningrise, Cinderdash, Honeyfleck, Peachfeather, Mottledmoon, Tornpetal, and Splitcherry. || Goldenstar. ||
-Duskpaw(Duskfrost)- a tom with medium-length fur, black with white paws and white on the tip of his feathered tail. Though, on top of that, he has the Inking of his mother, pale yellow, orange, and peach colors blend and marble over the dark base. He has his mother's big, pointed ears, slender build, wedged face, giving him more and more of an Inkclan appearance. He has odd eyes like both of his parents, one a warm amber and the other a pale orange. His nose and pawpads are a soft pink. || Child of Pastellight and Brightwish. Littermate to Desertgust. Older sibling of Emberkiss, Morningrise, Honeyfleck, Peachfeather, Mottledmoon, Tornpetal and Splitcherry. || Treeheart. ||
~Badgerpaw(Badgerstreak)- two-peas-in-a-pod with Hawkswoop (her youngest brother), Badgerstreak or just 'Badge' has a super unique physical appearance that matches her outlook on life. She is a creamy white she-cat with black coloration along her hind legs, on both of her front paws, striping her face, throat, and cranial fur. The black also tips her ears and colors her tail- which, much like her brother- Beebounce- is just a fluffy bob (not sure where that comes from!) Badge has soft, baby blue eyes- something that is simply stunning against the monochrome pelt she sports on her body. Badgerstreak is big for a she-cat with a more tom-like build and a stout body. She has powerful hind legs and is somehow still graceful despite her size. She has a deeper voice than most mollies and her fur is coarse instead of soft. As a kitten, she was often picked on - if not for her family dynamic- then for her more masculine attributes. But she couldn't give a fluff. Badge really likes herself just the way she is and thinks that everyone should love themselves as they are. She is really close to literally all three of her parents- Doveheart, her bio dad Almondthicket, and her step-dad, Valorpledge. she is ferociously protective of her family. She takes her role as the big sister very seriously and, even though she is mostly a soft, laid-back kind of cat... I really wouldn't recommend pissing her off when it comes to her kin. Those punches hurt. || Daughter of Doveheart and Almondthicket’s second litter. Oldest sister and littermate to Hawkswoop, Doestep, and Beebounce. Younger sister to Tinderspark, Nectarsong, and Onesight. Half-sister to Elknose, Riverflower, Icemoon, Eagleoak and Lichenfur. || Heterosexual- likes feminine toms. || Trains hard as a warrior, but she might end up with healing as her calling. || Goldenstar. ||
~Beepaw(Beebounce)- say what you want about it, talk all you like, whisper till your heart contents... Doveheart fell in love with this bubbly bundle of kitten energy and she's been doting on him ever since. And he loves it. Beebounce is the middle child of his family, but you'd probably think he's the damn baby. He is a dainty tom, kind of like his father- Almondthicket- and his brother, Tinderpsark. He has thick, rich, plushy golden fur the color of honey and his back, shoulders, hind haunches, and ears are covered in almost drip-like brown stripes. He has the same markings on his face under his eyes that spread outward to his cheeks. The tips of both of his ears are brown and he has brown spots on his face, over his nose, and under the stripe patterns on his sides. Beebounce has a fluffy, golden bob for a tail, long, white whiskers, and stunning gem green eyes. He, as you might have guessed, is a total prince and longs to find a partner that will dote on him as his mother has his entire life. He's a bit of a spoiled brat and a major momma's boy. It isn't that he doesn't love his daddies- he does, with his whole heart- but something about Doveheart makes him melt. Beebounce is handsome, adorable, and just too cute and he loves to use this to get his way. He is known as a major flirt and he stayed in trouble as an apprentice for not being able to keep his mind on any task that didn't involve something he found beautiful. And Beebounce finds a lot of things beautiful. Beebounce is very playful and has always retained part of his kit-like wonder. He, despite what many view as his shortcomings, is a very kind and considerate tom. He's also not stupid- which many think because of his flighty attitude and willingness to flaunt and flirt through his 'honey-like charm'. Beebounce is a calculative, gentle creature who is only enjoying the game of life. He doesn't let too much get him down for too long. There is a temper there somewhere. But I've never seen it and it would be best for everyone if we just kept it that way. || Son of Doveheart and Almondthicket’s second litter. Littermate to Hawkswoop, Badgerstreak, and Doestep. Younger brother to Tinderspark, Nectarsong and Onesight. Half-sister to Elknose, Riverflower, Icemoon, Eagleoak and Lichenfur. || Most assume he's gay. And that might mostly be true. I don't know if my bubbly boy knows what he is. I think he sees what he likes and that's that. Eitherway, whoever his partner ends up being... They need to be prepared to pamper. this. prince. || Goldenstar. ||
Doepaw(Doestep)- light brown tabby with sky-blue eyes and soft paws. Sweet and selfless, but has a wild, unreasonable temper when it comes to anyone who disses her parents. She can be defensive at times as she has had to put up with lots of whispering about the “audacity” of her parents to even have her, but she is willing to make friends… if she can get over her predetermined distrust. Named in honor of Eshiira, the former guardian of the Valley. || Daughter of Doveheart and Almondthicket’s second litter. Littermate to Hawkswoop, Badgerstreak and Beebounce. Younger sister to Tinderspark, Nectarsong and Onesight. Half-sister to Elknose, Riverflower, Icemoon, Eagleoak and Lichenfur. || Favorite food happens to be water voles. || cowbird. ||
Hawkpaw(Hawkswoop)- burly, dark cream and white tom with thin stripes on his forelegs and tail and dark blue eyes like his father. He’s level-headed and ambitious- this one has his eyes on leadership definitely but knows the best warriors don't let ambition cloud their true duty. He is, like Doestep, protective of his emotionally fragile mother and very defensive of his father, who is very close to despite the fact they rarely see each other when he was growing up. He is however a stickler to the rules as he is not as abrasive as his sister and sees the damage his parents' relationship has had on the Clan and most of all, their own family. Named in honor of Hawkflight, former Captain of the Watch.|| Son of Doveheart and Almondthicket’s second litter. Littermate to Doestep, Badgerstreak and Beebounce. Younger brother to Tinderspark, Nectarsong and Onesight. Half-brother to Elknose, Riverflower, Icemoon, Eagleoak and Lichenfur. || Heterosexual and Polyamourous. || Hates water. || cowbird. ||
Nightpaw(Nightlily)- Considering the honest character of her father, Nightlily is a sarcastic mean girl. This attitude makes her not get along with her older sister Mapleberry. She isn't much appreciated in much of the clan for her barbed tongue, but she’s all bark and no bite- never going far enough to where blows need to be dished out. She is however incredibly loyal and a dedicated warrior and if she can't be liked for her personality, at least she can be respected for her skill. Nightlily is black she-cat with vivid green eyes and unusually long, slender tail. || Future Watcher. || Daughter of Duskflower and Egretwings- oldest of her litter, Cinderblaze and Dawnsong. Younger half sister of Appledusk and Mapleberry (her frenemy of sorts). || cowbird. ||
Cinderpaw(Cinderblaze)- thick-furred smoky dark gray tom with lighter undersides and striking blue eyes. Intense and dedicated to his craft and has a no nonsense attitude- either you have a job to do or leave him be. Very protective of Clan principles and will not let anyone off lightly who breaks them- no matter who you are. He is slightly less vigorous with his sisters, taking the spot as the defensive brother much to Nightlily’s annoyance- she constantly reminds him he’s the middle child. || Kit/Medicine Cat. || Asexual- but very untrusting. || Son of Duskflower and Egretwings. Brother to Nightlily and Dawnsong, younger half brother to Appledusk and Mapleberry. || cowbird. ||
Dawnpaw(Dawnsong)- far more gentle than her littermates, Dawnflower takes after her maternal great-grandfather and older brother. She’s the calm after the storm that is her brother and she also seems to be the only one Nightlily’s sharp tongue does not affect. Dawnflower is however very self conscious and tends to keep to her own- if you don't talk to her then you’ll never really know her. And in truthfulness… she doesnt really know herself. Dawnflower looks the most like her father with fluffy but shiny cloudy gray-white fur and blue eyes. || Kit/Warrior. || Daughter of Duskflower and Egretwings. Littermate of Nightlily and Cinderblaze. Younger half sister of Mapleberry and Appledusk. || cowbird. ||
Gorsepaw(Gorseclaw)- pale ginger tabby tom, white belly fur and fore paws and golden-brown eyes. Fierce, overprotective and stubborn, Gorseclaw has spent his whole life fighting as if he had something to prove. He was coddled by his mother greatly and yet neither that or his father’s gentle guidance could really wash off his thorny personality. Gorseclaw is vehemently protective of his family- particularly his parents and littermates and this has cause him to form a specific hatred to his barbed tongued half sister Mapleberry and a bit of an enemy to Ovallake- who he deems, like his aunt Topazloch, the very bane of existence. Under all the hate and anger however is a pretty lonely tom. || Warrior. || Son of Havencall and Morningheart. Littermate to Blackmist and Speckledfrost. Half-brother to Mapleberry, Appledusk and Chrysanthemum. || Prettyyyyyy gay. || cowbird. ||
Speckledpaw(Speckledfrost)- thick-furred gray she-cat with white flecks all over her pelt and olive-green eyes. Very sweet and meek, Speckledfrost is the one of her litter who takes the most out of her soft spoken mother. Speckledfrost has always been proud of her heritage, whether it be her mother’s big heart, or her brother Appledusk’s goofiness… and even her long fur and coloration resembling her grandmother, Ovallake’s. Speckledfrost is a very respectful young cat and believes that kindness is the only way to go. “No one has ever gotten very far or very happy being mean here- and that won't ever change.” Speckled is very close to her father (partly why she and Appledusk are so close as well) and looks up to him greatly. || Daughter of Havencall and Morningheart. Littermate to Gorseclaw and Blackmist. Half-sister to Mapleberry, Appledusk and Chrysanthemum. || Heterosexual. || Has a odd affinity for sleeping in trees. || cowbird. ||
Blackpaw(Blackmist)- night-black she-cat with long fur and unusual misty, silver-gray eyes tinged with the slightest blue in the moonlight. Confident and skilled, but lacks much patience with her Clanmates, Blackmist isn't exactly irritable… but she isn't a social butterfly either. While her brother is overly aggressive and her sister sweeter than a drop of berry juice, Blackmist has prided herself to being the only “normal” warrior among her littermates… and well all of her father’s kits. She doesn't get along well with her half siblings and resents her parents for having them in such an unconventional way and vowed that if she ever decided to have kits, she would fall in love first. She hated having to explain why Morningheart was awkward around their mother all the time, or why Havencall would be the one to play with them- despite the other deputies having kits as well. She respects them for what they do… but never wants to be like them. || Daughter of Havencall and Morningheart. Littermate to Gorseclaw and Speckledfrost. Half-sister to Mapleberry, Appledusk and Chrysanthemum. || Closeted bisexual- no need to come out if you haven't found the one yet… I guess. || cowbird. ||
Morningpaw(Morningflower)- pale, lean and small brown she-cat with darker stripes and amber eyes. She has darker ears and an unusually long tail. Almost a split image of her grandmother Duskflower, she was named after both of her father’s parents and despite the awkwardness between them and the well-documented drama of her family, she is very proud of her heritage. Morningflower was the only kit of her parents first litter and thus was doting on by them from the very beginning, receiving her fair share of spoiling and coddling by the time she took her first steps out of the nursery. In turn, Morningflower is a kind and extremely affectionate cat who loves to cuddle, tussle and purr her way through interactions and it is hard to get a side of her that isn't sweet like honey. After all, considering the balls of joy her parents are, it surprised no one that she ended up that way as well. Morningflower however does share some of her mother’s unbridled anger when the right buttons are pushed. Morningflower hates the older and conservative crowd in CloudClan and this often has her butt heads with many senior warriors- even some in her own family. Morningflower is constantly told she looks so much like her maternal grandmother and great-grandfather, but she is much closer to her grandfather Morningstar and the two often go on long walks together- a tradition her great-uncle Redmouse reluctantly let her join. She’s not much of a flirt- becoming very much secluded when someone shows romantic interest with her but she’s just a shy girl in that regard and she won't push away a genuine relationship- just as long as you respect the boundaries she lays and it goes at her pace. || Firstborn of Appledusk and Bluemoon. Older sister to… || Heterosexual and potentially pansexual but if you are her first choice, she won't be so accepting of whoever you chose after unless they are agreeable to her. || cowbird. ||
~Aspenpaw(Aspenshine)- now this is a litter that everyone talks about. The poor, poor dears. Aspenshine is the oldest sister of her litter of three. She was the first born of Crookedripple's four separate broods and that has put... a lot of pressure on her. To be perfect. From the time that she was young, she has heard nothing but her father talking about the future of the clan and how their family must stay united to protect the virtues that Cloudclan is falling away from. Before Aspen was ever made an apprentice, her father would hold secret training sessions with her and her brothers out in the forest. That was the cause of the scars that litter her body. Aspen projects herself as a tough, mean girl but she actually doesn't have any self-esteem whatsoever. She believes she's ugly and that her only true purpose is to be a good warrior and to die, or kill, for her clan if she must. Aspen gets a bit of her mother's coloration but it's pretty dimmed out into a ruddy red hue- several of them actually. She has paler red shading on her stomach, chest, paws, and muzzle- though her throat fur is cream. She has a red splotch over her mouth, a pink nose, and soft green eyes. At her core, Aspen really doesn't know who she is. She knows what she wants out of life and what she wants to achieve. But as long as she has her siblings to protect... her dreams will have to take the back burner. She has a family to defend. || Daughter of Forestfall and Crookedripple. Adopted kit of Cottonfeather, Tempesthowl, and Leopardtempt. Littermate of Alderblaze and Ashhollow. Half-sister of Flowerfrost, Echofade, Emberstream, Lindenleaf, Stickyvine, and Walnutstrike. || Lesbian. || Goldenstar. ||
~Ashpaw(Ashhollow)- now this is a litter that everyone talks about. The poor, poor dears. Ashhollow is the middle child of his litter of three. From the time that he was young, he has always heard nothing but his father talking about the future of the clan and how their family must stay united to protect the virtues that Cloudclan is falling away from. Before Ash was ever made an apprentice, his father would hold secret training sessions with him and his brother and sister out in the forest. That was the cause of the scars that litter his body. Ash is definitely the weakest of his litter and he's always known that- trust me, his dad wouldn't let him forget it. During the practices in the forest, he always walked away looking the worst and has the roughest physical appearance for it now that he's older, with more scars on his pelt than his sister or his baby brother. He, much like Aspenshine, has self-esteem in the low negatives and doesn't believe in himself whatsoever. Unlike his sister though, he's never tried to pretend that he does. Our poor boy is miserable and does a piss poor job at hiding it, something that hasn't gone undetected by his father. Ashhollow is close to his mother, even though Forestfall is awkward and doesn't really know how to be a mom- let alone a good one. But he makes do and does the best he can. Ash gets his coloration from Crookedripple (much to his distaste- as he and his old man don't get along well at all) and his pelt is layered in mostly, well, ashy grays. He does have a caramel color that blankets his throat, chest, and upper sides of his face. His paws, underbelly, and mouth/chin area are all a muted tan-gray color. He has soft hazel eyes. Deep down, Ash spends a lot his time wondering what his life would be like if he'd been born to different parents. || Son of Forestfall and Crookedripple. Adopted kit of Cottonfeather, Tempesthowl, and Leopardtempt. Littermate of Alderblaze and Aspenshine. Half-brother of Flowerfrost, Echofade, Emberstream, Lindenleaf, Stickyvine, and Walnutstrike. || Bisexual. || Goldenstar. ||
~Alderpaw(Alderblaze)- now this is a litter that everyone talks about. The poor, poor dears. Alderblaze is the last child of his litter of three. From the time that he was young, he has always heard nothing but his father talking about the future of the clan and how their family must stay united to protect the virtues that Cloudclan is falling away from. Before Alder was ever made an apprentice, his father would hold secret training sessions with him and his brother and sister out in the forest. That was the cause of the scars that litter his body. Ash is definitely the strongest and most fierce of his litter and it was something that Crookedripple recognized right away and took great pride in for him. During the practices in the forest, he always did the most damage to Crookedripple- explaining why, of the three, he has the fewest scars of his litter. Unlike his brother and sister, because he always received so much praise from his mother and father, Alderblaze is... cocky. Too cocky. He is known to push his apprentices too hard and Shadowstar has had to remove 'paws from his tutelage on more than one occasion. But this tom has a loud ass mouth and likes to be heard. So, he always argues tooth and nail over which apprentice he wants to be his and he'll fight his case until he gets what he wants... usually. Alderblaze is very proud of his mother and never misses an opportunity to brag about how amazing of a warrior she is. He often overlooks the fact that, well, a good warrior she might be, yes... but Forestfall is kind of a bad mom. Try telling him that. Tom's got one hell of a hard head. Alderblaze gets his coloration from Crookedripple's mother and his pelt is layered in mostly light browns. He does have a caramel color that blankets his throat, chest, and upper sides of his face. His paws, underbelly, and mouth/chin area are all a muted cream color. He has intense amber eyes. Alder looks down on his older brother for his lack of confidence and is much closer to his sister, Aspenshine. I doubt he would be if he knew how she really felt. || Son of Forestfall and Crookedripple. Adopted kit of Cottonfeather, Tempesthowl, and Leopardtempt. Littermate of Ashhollow and Aspenshine. Half-brother of Flowerfrost, Echofade, Emberstream, Lindenleaf, Stickyvine, and Walnutstrike. || Heterosexual. || Goldenstar. ||
~Flowerpaw(Flowerfrost)- when you think of a kit being born of Cottonfeather and Crookedripple, the two children they conceived is not exactly what comes to mind. Flowerfrost is one of the easiest going, most polite, and understanding cats you might ever have to honor of knowing. Firstly, she is the big sister of her and her not-so-identical twin. She has always protected Echofade and always will. Whenever Crookedripple began their training sessions in the forest, Flowerfrost refused to fight with him and even stood up to her father against training with Echo. Of course, this complicated her life tremendously and she was instantly branded as a disappointment and her mother wouldn't nurse her. Forestfall and Tempesthowl provided milk for Flower when she was a kit, and it's a good thing too or she would have starved. Cottonfeather still has a cold shoulder turned toward her first born, but at least they talk now. Ish. Flowerfrost takes her looks from her mother mostly, however, there is one glaring difference. Flower has always been told she'll never find a mate or be desirable because, well... she's a big girl. She used to overhear Cotton talking to Crooks at night, telling him that "my mother too was a big, fat cat. And she found herself in an early grave before I ever made anything of myself. Flower's almost there now." Despite how little she actually eats, Flowerfrost just doesn't lose weight and it's something she's very self-conscious about. Her appearance is made even plumper by the fact that she does have long, thick fur. Her pelt is mostly white, but she has soft sheens of silvery gray over her eyes, legs, flanks, spine, upper tail, and cheeks. Flo also has beautiful, pale honey golden eyes. All she wants is find someone to love her and accept her for who she is, and someone who will help her continue to live the peaceful life she has fought so valiantly for. She is kind because she's never known kindness. She is polite because others have only ever been rude to her. She understands because she was never shown empathy. Flowerfrost is just trying to create a better world. One shaky step at a time. || Cottonfeather and Crookedripple's daughter. Adopted kit of Forestfall, Tempesthowl, and Leopardtempt. Littermate of Echofade. Half-sister to of Ashhollow, Alderblaze, Aspenshine, Emberstream, Lindenleaf, Stickyvine, and Walnutstrike. || Heterosexual. || Goldenstar. ||
~Echopaw(Echofade)- Damn. When I tell you this pretty baby tried so hard... she tried so hard. From the time that she was young, Echo has always been filled with a fire to please. She actually used to get upset when Flowerfrost wouldn't let her fight during her father's training sessions in the forest. She has a lot to prove. She always has. Echo was born the baby and the runt and was so small that Cottonfeather didn't know if she'd survive. Luckily she pulled through, but even as a grown cat, Echo is... on the smaller side. She is known to be a bit of an over-sharer and she talks a lot, especially when she's nervous. Never about anything serious though- her long winded rants are almost always entirely nonsense (I saw a butterfly this morning. It was purple. I've never seen a butterfly with purple wings before. Do you think it was purple as a caterpillar?...) Echo also is genuinely terrified of both of her parents, as she saw how Cotton shunned away Flower for being too soft. And she heard how Crookedripple would talk about her- and she does hear how he talks about literally everyone who isn't his mates or the kits he's proud of. How can you ever trust someone like that? Echo has a lot of self-esteem issues but she tries really, really hard to hide it. Especially when Cottonfeather's around. She, much like her big sister, is a pretty molly. Echo has shorter fur than her long-furred twin and her pelt is an ashy gray and silver. Her body is a pale gray so light it's nearly white, and that coloration exists also on her toes, stomach, lower chest, throat, and mouth. The darker gray and silver colors cover the tip and end portions of her tail, her hind legs, cuff her front legs, and ring around her neck. Her ears are silvery blue and she has a matching stripe in the same color that runs from the back of her head, all the way down her spine. She has gray freckles on her face and a gray nose. Finally, the thing that Echo dislikes about herself the most, is the fact that she has her father's burning ember red eyes. || Cottonfeather and Crookedripple's daughter. Adopted kit of Forestfall, Tempesthowl, and Leopardtempt. Littermate of Flowerfrost. Half-sister to of Ashhollow, Alderblaze, Aspenshine, Emberstream, Lindenleaf, Stickyvine, and Walnutstrike. || Pansexual- lesbian leaning. || Goldenstar. ||
~Emberpaw(Emberstream)- Oh. My. God. Now this is the one who breaks the mold. Emberstream knew from the time she was very young that her father was a piece of shit. She would be lying against her mother's side at night, listening to Crookedripple whisper to his other mates about how poor their kits were. But he was always impressed with her. In the secret sessions in the forest, Ember was able to stand her own. She didn't realize then how bad everything was. That was... until the accident happened. One day she got too rough during training and Crookedripple reacted, biting her tail. It ended up breaking a lot of bones and causing nerve damage, so ultimately the end of Ember's tail had to be amputated. This left her with the 'stump' as she calls it now. She doesn't mind it though. It gave her an important life lesson- blood doesn't make someone a parent. Emberstream does get some of her looks from her Abyssinian mother- but only in color. Unlike her streamlined mother, Ember is muscular and stout with broad shoulders for a she-cat. Her pelt, kind of like her oldest siblings- Forestfall's trio- is done in a layering of hues. Her base coat is a rich, chocolate brown, but a darker, nutty shade covers her paws, muzzle, chest, throat, and ears. A paler brown covers her back, flanks, and upper shoulders, as well as shrouds a large portion of her face. She has her mother's incredible sky blue eyes. Ember isn't afraid to call out any of her "parents" on their bullshit. She knows what a true family should be and she has that with most of her siblings. She has a nasty temper and a sharp tongue. Despite her spitfire attitude, she is one of Crookedripple's favorites and she hates it. She hates him too. And she'll never hesitate to tell him that. || Tempesthowl and Crookedripple's daughter. Adopted kit of Forestfall, Cottonfeather, and Leopardtempt. Half-sister to of Ashhollow, Alderblaze, Aspenshine, Emberstream, Lindenleaf, Stickyvine, and Walnutstrike. || Proudly lesbian. || Goldenstar. ||
~Lindenpaw(Lindenleaf)- oh, the sweet, lovely, poor girl. Leopardtempt was the last of Crookedripple's harem to give birth and he was dying for another son. So imagine his disappointment when pretty little Lindenkit was born. Lindenleaf, or Lindo as she is called lovingly by her siblings, is... a hot mess, to say the least. She didn't take well to her father's early training and was usually rescued by Wallie or Ember. Lindo is a deeply emotional cat and has always felt everything as if the woes of life just hang on the ends of her whiskers. It also just so happens, unfortunately, that Lindo... looks the most like her father. She is a pretty black and gray classic tabby with medium-length fur, except for her tail and cheeks- that fur is longer than the rest of her pelt. Lindenleaf has an unusual birthmark. On her left flank is the perfect print of three leaves and it's partially how she earned her name. Thankfully, Lindo doesn't have her father's matching eyes. Instead, her irises are a soft, constantly sad honey hue. Lindenleaf might be meek and gentle, but she is aware that she is the oldest of her litter and this big sister tries her best to protect Stevie. Even with tears in her eyes, she won't go down without a fight. || Leopardtempt and Crookedripple's daughter. Adopted kit of Forestfall, Cottonfeather, and Tempesthowl. Littermate of Stickyvine and Walnutstrike. || Has a lot of mental disorders including depression, anxiety, insomnia, and paranoia. || Pansexual. Polyamorous. || Goldenstar. ||
~Vinepaw(Stickyvine)- Oh, sweet, sweet Stevie. Originally named Vinekit and then Vinepaw, this unusual lass got herself renamed as Stickyvine when she became a warrior. Anyone who knows her understands why. From the time that she was born, Stickyvine (or Stevie to her friends and family) has always been... unique. She's a simple-minded aloof creature and she always seems to be off in her own world somewhere. She loves watching leaves fall and hearing snow crunch. The medicine cats say she is 'soft', meaning her mentality is askew. She may age and develop and grow, but she'll always be a little... special. <3 Is all. And her parents are not a fan of it at all. Crookedripple was not pleased when he was given yet another daughter in a long row of mollies being born to his four laboring queens- having not seen toms since his first litter was born by Forestfall. So when the news came that Vinekit was a little peculiar, it only added to his grief and disappointment. He tried to train with her in the forest and she would just run off chasing butterflies or leaves and Stevie's littermates would stop him from punishing her. Crookedripple doesn't often claim Stevie even though she is always so proud and eager to call him her father. She doesn't understand that he's abusive, as abuse isn't something that fits well in her reality. Her reality is color, sound, and friendship. Oh, and berries. Stickyvine got her name rebranding from a habit she developed as a kit. She absolutely loves, and I do mean loves, berries. Blueberries, boysenberries, and blackberries are her favorite. She ate berries so much as a kit and apprentice that it permanently dyed the fur on her front paws- as well as her tongue and throat fur- blue (just something else her parents are embarrassed about). Stickyvine isn't an unattractive cat by any means. She is a cream colored molly with marbling done in hazelnut, soft brown, and beige. Her toes, tail-tip, underbelly, throat, chest, cheeks, muzzle, and face-blaze are all pale cream. She has soft, dreamy, faraway blue eyes. || Leopardtempt and Crookedripple's daughter. Adopted kit of Forestfall, Cottonfeather, and Tempesthowl. Littermate of Lindenleaf and Walnutstrike. || Has a lot of food aversions and has a bad habit of gorging herself on things she deems as 'safe'. || Bisexual, possibly asexual, demisexual. || Goldenstar. ||
~Walnutpaw(Walnutstrike)- When this young man was born, he was already destined to be the best there was in the entire clan because he was his father's final kit and the much-prayed-for third son he had been longing for. Except... he was everything his father could have hoped he wouldn't be. Walnutstrike, or Wallie, realized very young that he was the baby. And his parents adored him. He has the most of his mother's coloration but it's done in his father's fur pattern and the two of them never hesitated to dote on him and smother him with love and affection. He nailed his first several secret sessions in the forest, but one time he saw his big sister- Lindenleaf- sobbing while Crookedripple screamed at her and called her a failure and that was all it took for him to decide he never wanted to be anything like his old man. Wallie started defending his sisters right then and there and never, ever, ever stopped. Walnutstrike is known for his mouth and his temper, but also for his compassion and his hatred of bullying. He is one hundred percent the guy to stand up for the underdogs and spend time with the undesirable cats of the clan. Even though Wallie himself is... quite desirable. Leopardtempt poured all of her confidence into her only son and always has told him how beautiful he is and how proud he should be of his heritage. He believes her... to an extent. Wallie is a tall, well-muscled, broad-shoulder tom with a dusty brown color as a base coat. His pelt is rippled with darker brown stripes, but he has a cream underbelly, throat, muzzle, cheeks, and front paw socks. Walnutstrike's eyes are a soft, basil green. || Leopardtempt and Crookedripple's son. Adopted kit of Forestfall, Cottonfeather, and Tempesthowl. Littermate of Stickyvine and Lindenleaf. || Bipolar and manic depressant. || Heterosexual. Polyamorous. || Goldenstar. ||
~Moonpaw(Mooncricket)- Odd. Sweet. What is there to say about this gentle, sensitive lad? Mooncricket is probably one of the friendliest and most soft-spoken cats you'll ever meet. He spends a lot of his time talking to things- like caterpillars, moths, and snails. And they tend to drift toward him. Mostly because he is so soft-spoken. But maybe that's because Mooncricket (who goes by a lot of nicknames including Cricket, Ket, Ricky, Moon, Oony, and the list goes on) is almost always whispering. He does speak loudly when he needs to- but he doesn't have control over how loud his voice gets so he tries to keep it low. Ricky, like his brother and sister, has always known he was different. He never knew his mother but he knows about her and her legacy and he tries to hold it close to his heart. He knows he's deaf and taught himself to read lips and body language from an early age. Sometimes he gets a little sad over the fact that he just can't hear things- like birds chirping, or his brother's voice, or his sister's purr. But he finds that the world is so beautiful and he enjoys everything as it comes. Mooncricket often describes the world to Sunscorpion and he can translate for Starmantis with ease. He loves to just feel the world around him and drink it all in. Due to this tenderness he inherited from his father, Ricky is a vegetarian and eats only twigs, leaves, berries, vegetables, fruits, and sometimes roots. He just can't find it in himself to harm anything when he loves everything so deeply. Ricky struggled as a hunter for the fact that he had to kill living things and it took a toll on him mentally but he has 'atoned for his sins' as he calls it by contributing to the forest. He helps plant moss, trees, and spread seeds from flowers. He also is leaned on heavily in the clan by the sick, old, and expecting. Queens can't get enough of this guy. Now, as for his looks, Mooncricket is a handsome fellow. He is built similarly to his father and has plushy, silky white fur. He has dark yellow markings, like his sister, that run from his shoulders to his ankles, his hips to his toes, and the same colouration is on his ears. He has a yellow stripe that runs from his nose to the tip of his tail. Ricky has a crescent shape between his eyes that is white and his irises are a beautiful, rich sunny gold. He is extremely close to his family and loves his brother and sister more than anything. He has been put down his entire life for his disability and his softness, but he doesn't let anyone see that it gets to him. The only ones who know that the cruelty of others breaks his heart are the snails, the moths, and the caterpillars. || Deaf. || Son of the late Ebonylove and Tinheart. Litter mate of Sunscorpion and Starmantis. Adopted brother of Tawnybrook and Goldwater, and half-brother of Dreamweaver (same mom). || Homosexual. || Goldenstar. ||
~Starpaw(Starmantis)- Odd. Just like the rest of her litter. Also? Stubborn. Just like the rest of her litter. Like her brothers, Starmantis was born with... some type of ailment. Sunscorpion is blind, Mooncricket is deaf... And as for Star? Well, she's mute. Ever since the day they were born, her father knew they were different. But he refuses to let 'different' mean 'disabled'. Tinheart started working with his kits right away to teach them how to live their lives to the best of the abilities and without many restrictions. Dear Starmantis is a testament to that. She is strong-willed and gentle and tends to be very headstrong. Starmantis, or Star or Mannie, whichever you choose to call her, is a very attention-focused individual. She notices finite details and is able to remember things just by seeing them one time. She never forgets a name or a face or a place. Ever. She was a shock as an apprentice for how easily she picked up on things. Starmantis has a best friend, a burly she-cat named Currantglade, who helps others understand her. While it is much simpler to just ask Star yes or no questions, sometimes she has more to say than that. She forced herself to learn words like all the other cats so that she can mouth them and hopefully others will understand... but Currantglade? Never. Misses. A. Beat. Star is an attractive she-cat with a silver base coat but she has blueish-silver-purplish tabby-like markings along her spine and shoulder. She has the same gray-purple colour as a 'heart' shape on her chest- like her father- and the same color traced around her eyes- of which, the irises are the famous violet from her mother's bloodline. She has large, tufted ears, a flowy chest, a feathery tail, and long, white whiskers. Her cheek fluff, ear tufts, chest, stomach, leg tufts, tail, and feet are all a pale lilac-silver. Starmantis's determination has taken her far in life and will continue as she has no desire to slow down or stop. She will do what is best for her clan and she will never stop pushing to achieve her goal- be better today than she was the day before. She has taken her father's gentle heart and her mother's fighting spirit and has pushed it through her veins like the very blood inside. She's different. But that... has made her strong. || Mute. || Her mother is the late Ebonylove, her father is Tinheart. Her brothers are Mooncricket and Sunscorpion. Her half-sister is Dreamweaver and her adopted sisters are Tawnybrook and Goldwater. Her 'step-fathers' are Koiflash and Griffincry. || Mute. || Pansexual and demisexual. Could potentially be poly but she hasn't quite met the right cats for her yet. They'd have to understand her heart without ever hearing her speak. That communication is critical and key. || Goldenstar. ||
Flowerpaw(Flowerstem)- the eldest of the fatherless three, Flowerstem takes her duties seriously as the oldest sister. She is stern and task-oriented, not willing to take a break or even sit until all her work is done or until she feels that her services are no longer needed. She loves doing the dawn patrols and even convinced Alderstar and Squirrelwind to give her a permanent spot on one every day. With playful and loud littermates, she often had to be the one to keep them out of trouble though it didnt always work out when they were kits- after all she loved herself a little adventure too. Flowerstem can be a bit distant when it comes to love interest as she often feels that love is more her sister’s field which makes finding a nice she-cat or tom for her more of a challenge then it should be for such a pretty cat. Flowerstem is a lean, pale and sleek silvery she-cat with gently rounded ears, soft green eyes and long legs, which she is partially named after. Get to know her, get to love her- I promise beneath all the composure is a cat worth the time. || Kit/Warrior. || Daughter of Honeyfur, littermate to Sparrowfur and Owlsong. || Bisexual. || cowbird ||
Sparrowpaw(Sparrowfur)- its not often a she-cat changes her kit’s name after their eyes open, but if Honeyfur did, she’d be forgiven if she gave the clan yet another Stormkit because that’s allll the big boy here. The second of his litter, Sparrowfur grew up fending off the teases of his fatherless family and how clumsy he was (his paws were always a bit big for him even as a newborn) but from the moment he pried open them fierce yellow eyes, he’s been a whirlwind of noise and energy. Often the one to create games when they were kits, Sparrowfur was no stranger to getting in trouble with the warriors and medicine cats and he silently relished his reputation- though if you asked his mother he could do nearly no wrong. The two share a deeper bond for some reason than his sisters do but he loves all his family dearly- to the point where he will gladly strike without question anyone who thinks they can talk about them in a less than rainbows and roses type of way. Beyond his rambunctious, argumentative self, Sparrowfur is an excellent fighter, with amazing precision and cunning tactics- traits some cats wouldn't expect from a cat so big he could probably end most opponents with a well place swipe to the muzzle. Sparrowfur is a large cat, with thick, almost shaggy fur that was dark brown tabby with a thick, raggedy tail and often searching amber-yellow eyes. He wont admit it, but he’s been on a lookout for the cat that sired him- and he will find him one day. Its only a matter of time and his mother dreads it. || Kit/Warrior. || Only son of Honeyfur, brother to Flowerstem and Owlsong. || Pansexual and potentially poly as long as he approves- he’s a little possessive. || cowbird ||
Owlpaw(Owlsong)- Much more playful and approachable than her older sister but definitely not as abrasive as their brother, Owlsong became the popular one of her litter. She’s an optimistic cat, ready to put her best paw forward everyday if it means she gets to do what she loves- keep her Clan safe and well. She's dedicated to being nice even by default- she is quick to trust at times because of it which can lead her to not sure good conclusions at times but everyone who knows her knows her heart is in the right place. Owlsong is a cute mottled dark brown tabby and white she-cat with yellow eyes and a sleek, long tail which makes her an expert at climbing and high speed chases for rabbits and pigeons on the rocky ledges by the river but her real gift is her stealth. She can cross the forest nearly undetected which enables her to be a great hunter- and much like her namesake she does her best work at night when she’s alone in the forest. Of course with such a open book, Owlsong is a little naive when it comes to dealing with not so pleasant cats and tends to be a bit more sensitive if someone doesn't immediately like her or says something not so nice.|| Kit/Warrior. || Youngest daughter of Honeyfur, sister to Flowerstem and Sparrowfur. || Heterosexual. || cowbird ||
Dewpaw(Dewbloom)- The first tom born to his family in moons, Dewbloom is the combination of all his elders finest feature in one. He’s a small tom, growing no taller than his aunt Mouseear, and also sports her shorter ears, rounded at the ends and dainty. His small stature isnt to be pushed aside though- under his soft pelt (another attribute from his father’s sister) are lean, sturdy muscles developed by years of extensive personal training- well and genetics as his mother is no daisy in the sun capabilities wise. Dewbloom takes his biological father, Fogspell’s coloration, being gray tom with marbled darker gray markings. After that though? He’s his mother’s boy. His ears and paws are a darker gray that fades as you get further away, melting seamlessly into his base lighter gray color. He has a gorgeous black eyeliner that streams down to his lip corners- a trait he gets from his grandfather- dark amber eyes and a random almost a fluffy cloud-shaped flash of white on his chest that makes his namesake. Dewbloom is a quiet tom, preferring the silence of nature to the constant clutter of the camp. He isnt antisocial; he has formed a healthy relationship with his peers and is a well-liked tom especially among the older warriors who admire his tranquil composition. He just prefers to be out in the Valley, doing anything really just to avoid the mass of cats he was born into. Dewbloom was a hard working apprentice and that trait bled over into his warriorship and he has his own mini schedule for his day: volunteer for dawn patrol, join several hunting patrols, and then, once he feels like he’s worked enough, he heads off to the river where he enjoys the crash of the water and the chatter of birds in the canopy that stretches over it. Dewbloom, despite his preference to be alone, does very much love his family and has a special relationship with each of his parents. He and Palesmoke both love to sit in silence, just enjoying the presence of each other and understanding the peace. He is grateful for the fact that he can talk to Fogspell about anything- even though there are still times even he has to drag things out of the reserved younger tom. And his mother? Well Primerosedawn doesnt need a bodyguard whatsoever, but if she did? Dewbloom would take that challenge and him alone. He is incredibly protective of her and everyone knows that while Dewbloom will be open to love anyone who decides to wedge their way into his heart, they also know that no one will have more of his affection and care than his mother. || Kit/Warrior. || Pansexual- he’s open to any kind of partner really. You just have to make your presence known and he’ll come around. || Loves water, swimming, water games- and in just about anywhere too. || Biological son of Primrosedawn and Fogspell for Palesmoke. Littermate to Meadowfade and younger brother to Fawnstripe. || cowbird. || Spirit Stone: ||
~Meadowpaw(Meadowfade)- I would tell you that she's a Daddy's girl, but I promise you that you already know that. Meadowfade is a pretty thing with a fair share of both her parents. Primrosedawn was always aware that this litter had split-sires: she felt it in her soul. Meadow definitely concedes that. While Dewbloom is definitely Fogspell's son, Meadowfade is certainly Palesmoke's daughter. She has flowy, beautiful fur that is more so the thickness of her mother's pelt. She has white toes on all of her feet, a while tail-tip, under-tail, underbelly, chest, lower flanks, throat, chin, and ear-tufts. The coloration she gets from her mother is... subdued. Instead of a deep, rich red velvet, Palesmoke's genes diluted the pigment to patches of rich, creamy orange that cover the lower half of her tail, patches along her flanks and legs, covers the left side of her face, coats her right ear, and runs down her right foreleg. The coloration she gets from her father is a dreamy blue-gray that fades into the other colors of her pelt like fog. She has white flecks scattered throughout her fur and her eyes are a bright, leafy green. Meadowfade is built more lynx-like, with a slightly larger body and powerful legs. She has thick fur, tufted ears, full cheek fur, and a row of bangs that sweep across the right side of her face. She is very kind and tender-spoken but does have a playful streak she has carried even into her warriorhood. She adores her family- every part of it- and is very close to her second cousins- Moonflower's kits- because they were born close to the same time. Meadow is known to have a bit of her sire's insecurities and doesn't generally believe in herself (not sure why, her parents have poured love into her since the moment she was born). Meadowfade adores her sister, Fawnstripe, and is always trying to please and impress her. For whatever reason, Fade feels like... she isn't good enough to be part of her family. She has major Imposter Syndrome and it makes her struggle with herself. A lot. Despite her raging mental illness, she's a devoted warrior and always gives her best. Even if, to her, her best just isn't good enough. Finally, as tradition with so many cats these days, Meadowfade has... problems... with how she views love. She grew up watching her fathers adore each other and saw how kind and tenderly her cousin Woodenspire is with his mate- she longs for it. The only thing is, Fade tends to look for these things in the wrong places with the wrong hearts. || Warrior. || Bisexual. Prefers toms but really just claws her way toward anything that will love her and give her attention. Even if it isn't something that's good for her. || Like her brother, she loves water, swimming, water games. If he's wet- she is too! || Biological daughter of Primrosedawn and Palesmoke for Fogspell. Littermate to Dewbloom and younger sister to Fawnstripe. || Spirit Stone: Black opal. || Goldenstar. ||
Olivepaw(Olivenose)- Sweet and emphatic, Olivenose is truly one of the most dedicated cats in the Clan- so much that multiple times both the leaders and her mother have wondered whether she would take the path of a healer. She is hardworking and compassionate, always ready to lend a paw to anyone in need, ready to at least try in tasks she knows little about and quick to make anyone feel at ease as long as they dont scare her. She’s learned to be this way overtime though- as a kit she was raised by a single mother, Lichenfur, who had allegedly given birth to her secret kit by the river and popped up in the camp one evening with the little bundle of surprise that was Olivekit. She never told anyone- even Olivenose- who the father was and so the little one grew up familiar with the glare of several nursery queens, the whispers and contemptuous mews when she walked by. This caused her to grow into the kind, understanding cat she became as a warrior- but one mustn't take that composure for weakness or softness. Olivenose is quick to let anyone who is brave enough to shame her or others that she is not one to be played with and she will never be ashamed of her background, whatever it is. She is a strict follower of CloudClanian principles and she knows that as long as she carries those teachings in heart, she will always be a true CloudClan cat no matter what the naysayers may believe. Olivenose is a pretty medium sized dark tortoiseshell she-cat with a distinct pale, almost gray nose and gentle pale yellow eyes. Her fur is thick and compact (though not long) which makes high endurance performance a bit of a hindrance for her, so she specializes more in hunting and gathering bedding than patrolling and fighting. || Kit/Warrior- potentially a future medicine cat. || Adopted daughter/niece of Lichenfur. Biological daughter of Nectarsong and (for now) some unknown tom- a secret though. Granddaughter of Doveheart and Almondthicket. || Pansexual, with a leaning towards masculinity. || Loves kittens and the river is her favorite place. || cowbird. ||
Rootpaw (Rootshade)- dark brown tom with yellow eyes. Patient and carefree, Rootshade has always taken life one pawstep at a time and he has never regretted it. It always seemed odd to him when his peers in the nursery would squirm restlessly to become apprentices; they were given enough time to play and rest now, why rush? He did his apprenticeship with the same mentality- becoming a warrior is great and all but it came with responsibility and while Rootshade never cringed from responsibility, his never felt the need to stand out or be the best or stand on the frontlines. He is content with being a regular warrior, hunting average, fighting good enough and getting along with nearly anyone he met. While some cats think if his ways as laziness and lack of motivation, Rootshade takes no heed- after all, the ones who die are always called brave but are never the ones to tell their story. Rootshade’s relaxed view on life doesnt make him useless- one can never truly think that if they met him and his sister would never allow such thoughts to be said out loud- but it does mean he has less of a warrior’s way of solving issues and more of a loner’s or a solitary cat’s. He also is a great listener and while he may not always know what to say, he always has time to make a cat feel heard. || Kit/Warrior- potentially future Watcher. || Brother to Whiteleaf, adopted son of Galecry. Nursed by Doveheart. || Pansexual. || cowbird. ||
Whitepaw(Whiteleaf)- white she-cat with very pale, almost invisible silver and gray markings on legs and green eyes. Whiteleaf grew up very aware she and her brother were not Valley-born cats in every way and she always felt a little bit of resentment at the fact, only because she grew up at a time when there were many odd births, parentages and new kits arrive and certain conservative voices were not shy in their critique. Yet with the reliably bubbly and energetic Galecry to raise her, Whiteleaf had little time to care what those voices thought- she had been determined to be the best warrior of her generation no matter who or what said or was being said. Whiteleaf is a bit impulsive and naturally inquisitive which gets her in a fair bit of trouble as an apprentice but she balances it out with her selflessness and natural skill in problem solving. She thinks highly of Alderstar, and seeks to emulate the leader’s wisdom and empathy in herself- well if she can learn to think before she speaks that is. Whiteleaf is generally a positive cat but she is fiercely protective of her inner circle, particularly her rather airy but well-meaning brother. She often jokes on how he’s the dark root but is always in the clouds while she’s supposed to be the carefree leaf but she’s the one holding him down. Yet only she can nitpick him- say one word out of line and you might head back to your nest a little less handsome than before. || Kit/Warrior. || Sister to Rootshade. Adopted daughter of Galecry, nursed by Doveheart. || Heterosexual. || cowbird. ||
~Sparrowpaw(Sparrowcrest)- known for his playful nature, Sparrowcrest inherited his looks from his maternal great grandfather (Rivercrest). Ovallake has said over and over again that Sparrow looks the most like her father of any cat alive. Despite Sparrow's distaste for his mother's mother- he likes the idea of taking his appearance from a great warrior he's heard a lot about and he even took his suffix- crest. Sparrowcrest is a handsome cream and brown tom with syrupy brown stripes, white socks, blue eyes, and a few random heart-shaped dapples through his pelt. He has big paws that he never quite grew into but it he doesn't mind too much. Sparrowcrest is known for his laugh and his good nature and is a really easy going, caring tom and has learned to treat others softly due to watching his father. Cicadascreech is his idol and Sparrowcrest is extremely protective of him- almost to a critical point. He is also very close to alllllll of his aunts and uncles- from both his mother and father. He loves Thundercurse and is very conscious of his condition. He spends a lot of time with his Uncle Lionstreak and the two are often seem together. || Son of Cicadascreech and Skypromise. Sibling of Cricketblare, Songkeeper, and Reedstalker. || Heterosexual. || Spirit Stone: Brookite. || Goldenstar. ||
~Cricketpaw(Cricketblare/Blare)- an independent and humorous she-cat that is literally half her mother and half her father. The front portion of her body is gray with darker gray and white stripes and the back half is dark cream with gray and white stripes. She has big ears and blue eyes. Something to know about Cricket is that she absolutely loves her mom but idolizes her dad. Cricket came out screaming and was named 'Cricket' in the honor of Cicadascreech's warrior prefix. And man oh man... she just loves him to pieces. Even as an adult, Cricket- or just 'Blare' doesn't think that her father can do any wrong. He is Starclan incarnate as far as she's concerned. Cricketblare absolutely knows that she's LOUD and it's a quirk that she likes about herself. Her trilling laugh and echoing voice are attributes of herself she enjoys. It does bother her sometimes when others in the clan mock her or make fun of her for how her voice carries or how her laugh sounds. But in general, Cricketblare actually loves who she is and everything about who she is. She will never dim herself down or hide herself away. She is the daughter of the next leader of Cloudclan. And she is damn proud to be so. || Daughter of Cicadascreech and Skypromise. Sibling of Sparrowcrest, Songkeeper, and Reedstalker. || Spirit Stone: Erythrite. || Goldenstar. ||
-Songpaw(Songkeeper) - Her parents say she was born singing and hasn't stopped since. She's a bubbly, excitably molly, similar to her father, who will burst into a flurry of sound and movement based on emotion. This makes her painfully transparent and a horrible liar, seeing that you'll know if somethings on her mind based on whatever noise she's making. Youthful secrets were rarely kept secret around her. Songkeeper is a strange looking she-cat like her mother, her base coat is a pure white. Though, scattered randomly about her pelt, are patches of her mom's famous intricate pattern of gray, rich tan, and cream. Keeping those patches company, she has seperate patches of her dad's warm mixture of browns and reds. Taking after her mother again, the upper parts of her ears are dark brown, she has long, white whiskers, and her big eyes are a gleaming green. || child of Skypromise and Cicadascreech. Littermate of Skylark, Sparrowcrest, and Cricketblare. || Spirit Stone: Jade || Treeheart. ||
-Skypaw(Skylark) - Named partially for his mother, Skylark is certainly the odd one out in some ways. He is probably the only one out of his litter that you are least likely to hear hollering from across the camp. He's not "quiet" per say, he's just not necessarily loud. Though the times his voice does carry, it's usually for a reason. The ending of his name was specifically chosen from a specific quirk where he's saved at least one feather from each bird he's hunted. If there's a feather left behind, it's probably because Lark had something to do with it. Resembling his father, his base coat is a warm mixture of browns and reds with dark brown - nearly black - spots. This darker coloring is broken by a rich cream that covers his legs, underbelly and chest, as well as his cheeks and mouth. His whiskers are long and white, and his eyes are vibrant sky-blue. || child of Skypromise and Cicadascreech. Littermate of Songkeeper, Sparrowcrest, and Cricketblare. || Spirit Stone: Mica || Treeheart. ||
-Everpaw(Everlight)- a deep hued, orange tabby with evergreen eyes. Her ears are stained dark orange, as is her muzzle. Her fur is dappled with red and black. Her legs, starting just below her shoulder and ending just before her white paws, are dark brown. Her underbelly, tip of her long tail, and the rimming on her eyes are white as well. Though she's nowhere near as bulky as most lynx are known to be, she does fit in height wise as probably one of the tallest of her siblings. Another lynx-like trait would be the tufts on her large ears. Other than that, the Berylclan is obviously, especially in the wedged face and long, dark whiskers. || Tumblemoss and Jewelsprite's kit. || treeheart. ||
-Ravenpaw(Ravenvow)- a broad, thick furred she-cat with a base fur that's pitch black. Black fur, black whiskers, black pawpads and nose. Though the darkness isn't her only visible trait. She has large, tufted ears and a little bobbed tail, along with blood red, tabby-lynx markings across her dark form, which match the streaks down her cheeks that seem like she'd cried bloody tears. Her face is still wedged like a typical Berylclan cat, and her eyes glow a fiery molten hue like her mother. If you look closely, past the lynx patterns, you could probably see marks of a dark, dark brown hue that seem like giant leopard spots that have meshed and melted together. Despite clearly having very clear lynx blood, she's not as tall as you'd expect, which will forever infuriate her. || Tumblemoss and Jewelsprite's kit. ||
~Daypaw(Daylily)- an unusual looking she-cat who inherited some of her mother's hues and family shading. Daylily was named after a flower and deservedly so. She is built entirely opposite from her sister, Currantglade, and got her entire build from Jewelsprite and Brackenrose respectfully. Daylily's fur is in a base of cream, but she is predominantly coated in these odd pinkish/pale orange patches that cover roughly 90% of her pelt. Her ears and toes are both a shade of pale lilac that Jewelsprite insists comes from her mother's side of the family somewhere. Daylily also has beautiful lavender eyes. 'Lily' really loves to spend time with her family and loves that she has more kin in the clan than she can count. Every other cat is a 'cousin' and she adores the connections and spends a lot of her time learning and memorizing family trees and ties so that she doesn't forget how anyone is related to her. She finds it all so fascinating that so many cats can have something in common and it all runs back to Goldenstar. Daylily has dainty paws and a delicate voice and is known for how quiet she is while hunting. She has a habit for tiptoeing up on others and loves to play with Harbinger and see if she can spook him- he's about the only cat she can't scare out of their fur on a daily basis! (And it isn't because he's hairless either). Daylily sees how her father dotes on her mother and how Jewelsprite thinks that Tumblemoss is the most attractive tom to walk the earth. She wants that and will chase it and won't settle for less than that because she knows it's real. || Tumblemoss and Jewelsprite's kit. Littermate of Currantglade, Ravenvow, and Everlight. || Heterosexual- wants a tom who is literally obsessed with her. || Spirit Stone: Opal. || Goldenstar. ||
~Currantpaw(Currantglade)- man if there was ever a cat who you could tell belonged to someone- it's Currantglade. Currantglade- who is named after the deep red of her pelt, is every single bit of Tumblemoss' child. She is a large, heavyset, awkward, clumsy, but oddly charming she-cat who got all of her father's best and worst qualities. As for her appearance? She is a deep, almost burnt red color with darker stripes and markings. She has thick, shaggy, coarse fur- especially around her neck and throat that bulks her up and looks almost mane-like. Her tail is long and wiry and usually has sticks or moss or something like that in it. She also has her maternal bloodline's molten eyes. Currantglade really isn't attractive and it doesn't bother her at all. She knows that her shining qualities are that she's nice and funny- and it all works for her. From the time that she was little, she had a shining fascination with Mooncricket, Sunscorpion, and Starmantis- as well as their birth-born disabilities. And for everything, she loves Starmantis with her entire soul and always has. She actually translates for the mute molly and never misses a beat when she's mouthing words. Currantglade is an incredible warrior and fights with every drop of heart and soul in all of LionClan. She knows she'll never be someone's pretty little wife. And she likes it that way. || Tumblemoss and Jewelsprite's kit. Littermate of Daylily, Ravenvow, and Everlight. || Lesbian- diehard in love with Starmantis but knows that she doesn't see her that way. || Spirit Stone: Dalmation Jasper. || Goldenstar. ||
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~Dovekit(Dovechime)- a firecracker this one, Dovechime is... a bit of an oddball. She takes a lot after her uncle, Obsidianspire, when it comes to physical traits and attitude. I won't tell you that she's mean- because she isn't. She can just be... eh... difficult. She is known to be a hothead and can fly off the handle at any moment- something that made her quite difficult to train and even harder to raise. She has definitely been one to give her parents a run for their money- Stars bless their souls. Dovechime- Chimes- is a pretty thing and she's all about how she looks. She has charcoal gray fur so dark it's nearly black and darker classic tabby markings along her flanks, shoulders, and hips. She has soot black paws, ear-tips, and tail, as well as black eyeliner. Her nose, ears, lips, and paw pads are also charcoal gray and she has long, dark whiskers. Her fur is soft and velvety like her mothers' and she has a few random white specks in her tail fur, chest fur, cheek fur, along her back, and one on her nose. Her eyes are miscolored- the left is amber and the right is blue. Dovechime can come off as incredibly arrogant... and don't get me wrong, she is definitely a fan of herself, but not the point of being blind to her faults. Chimes can be overly critical of herself and tends to over-analyze everything she does because she's always wanting to be better. She loves being alone but doesn't mind at all good company if it's someone she feels like she can have an intellectual conversation with. Dovechime partially got her name from a birthmark she has on her forehead- a single white blaze between her eyes. || Litter-mate to Lyricfaith and Sunwater. Half-sibling of: Dandelionroot, Briartalon, Alderfall, Rosequill, Sageleaf, Smokefern, and Honeypatch. Daughter of Umberpatch and Milkflower for Sparrowtalon and Eagleoak. || Spirit Stone: Black Diamond. || Bisexual- prefers she-cats. || Goldenstar. ||
-Lyrickit(Lyricfaith)- a pretty thing, the reason for her name being quite clear. Her fur is medium-length yet thick, a creamy white with dark brown marbled patterns. She has a baby pink nose and ears along with big hazel eyes. One thing she does quite obviously get from her dear dad Umberpatch is that one of her eyes is partially blind, the same one as him. || Litter-mate to Dovechime and Sunwater. Half-sibling of: Dandelionroot, Briartalon, Alderfall, Rosequill, Sageleaf, Smokefern, and Honeypatch. Daughter of Umberpatch and Milkflower for Sparrowtalon and Eagleoak. || Spirit Stone: Fire Opal. || Treeheart. ||
Sunkit(Sunwater)- sleek, short-haired cream she-cat with brown paws, face mask, brown pointy ears and a partially brown tail that are all the syrupy shade of the brown on her mother’s pelt. She sports heterochromia from her father’s line, with one eye being an odd but warm yellowish-green (hence why she was named Sunkit) and the other a perfect shade of blue (thus- ‘Sunwater’). She was an odd one in her litter being the only one with a thinner pelt and she tends to get cold very easily which didnt make her first few moons of life too easy. Being cold seems to be the only thing to wear the ball of joy down as Sunwater has always been positive and go with the flow kinda cat. She looks the most like her mother in body structure among her littermates and takes great pride in that, but is honestly a lot more fascinated in her three fathers and the dynamics they share both between them and as individuals. She takes her positivity from her bio father Umberpatch and the two of them are often seen badgering Eagleoak to stop fretting all the time and being an awkward honeybee. Sunwater grew up with so many parents watching over her and add three older brothers? Oh she knew JUST how to wrap them around her paws. Sunwater tends to be a little aloof which got her in trouble a lot as an apprentice, but who doesnt love a little brain fluff here and there? || Kit/warrior. || Sexuality rather undefined- she hardly thinks about cats beyond if they wanna play and joke around or not so she could be asexual or just hasnt found someone to make it click for her yet. We’ll know when she knows. || Youngest and smallest of Milkflower and Umberpatch’s kits for Sparrowtalon and Eagleoak. Littermate of Dovechime and Lyricfaith. Half-sister to Dandelionroot, Briartalon, Alderfall, Sageleaf, Rosequill, Smokefern and Honeypatch. || cowbird.||
~Cinderkit(Cinderblitz)- a peculiar looking tom with grand mixtures of all who he shares his blood with. The base of his pelt is a silky black-like brown, but that's as simple as it gets for that part. All four of his feet have white socks and a good portion of his tail is white too- clear to the tip. On his right legs above the socks, he has patches of yellow fur with gray tiger-like stripes cutting through them. This same pattern can be seen on his left shoulder blade, across his back, and masking the left side of his face. His left ear is the darker color of his base pelt, but his right ear is white. He has pink features and bright, brilliant blue eyes. Cinderblitz holds a lot of his mother's Inkclan features, with sharper ears and a strong immune system. His body build is much more like Brightwish's own, but his pelt texture is definitely that of Pastellight. Blitz is known for his compassionate nature, mature mindset, and readiness to learn. It was said from the time he was born that Morningstar took an interest in him. The lad is unique and eager to soak up the world. And he'll do it with a stroke of humility and a humble heart. || Child of Pastellight and Brightwish. Littermate to Morningrise and Emberkiss. Older sibling of Honeyfleck, Peachfeather, Mottledmoon, Tornpetal, and Splitcherry. || Bisexual- prefers she-cats. || Goldenstar. ||
-Emberkit(Emberkiss)- his amber and black tortoiseshell pattern is taken directly from his dad's split DNA, only it made up most, if not all of his fur like a "normal" pelt pattern would, though tail, chest, and underbelly are slightly plumed. His fur is mainly tortoiseshell, though his face is mainly white with a shock of his mother's Inking that runs from his nose, between his eyes, swirling underneath them, like flame, and then fading into the rest of the amber shades. His nose and pawpads are dark, and both of his eyes are light yellow. || Child of Pastellight and Brightwish. Littermate to Morningrise and Cinderblitz. Older sibling of Honeyfleck, Peachfeather, Mottledmoon, Tornpetal and Splitcherry. || Treeheart. ||
-Morningkit(Morningrise)- his pelt is a cool, curly, medium-length cream with white paws and a feathered tail with white at the tip. He gained his mother's gorgeous Inking as well, though the yellow hue of hers is instead replaced with black. His chest and underbelly are slightly plumed, his build is slim, and his ears are pointed. His eyes are odd, one being a shining sky blue and the other being a pale yellow. || Child of Pastellight and Brightwish. Littermate to Emberkiss and Cinderblitz. Older sibling of Honeyfleck, Peachfeather, Mottledmoon, Tornpetal and Splitcherry. || Treeheart. ||
~Strawberrykit(Strawberrydusk)- oh. my. God. What an absolute beauty she is. And man, oh man... does she know it. Strawberrydusk was born the first kit in her litter of four and has always been the most outgoing, headstrong, and vocal of her bunch. It definitely doesn't help that her best friends are her older siblings- Cashewfleck and Boysenberrybranch. And those two are... loud. 'Strella' is known for two things: her good looks and her attitude. And she wants you to know about both. For whatever reason, Strawberrydusk is the oddity of her family and is tail, lithe, and lean with plushy, velvet-like fur. Her tail is thick, plumed, and curly and she has a thicker 'mane' of fur along her throat and cheeks. Her left ear is folded at the tip of her right ear stands all the way up. Strella's pelt is a mixture of soft, complimentary colors with the base shade being a cream so pale it's nearly white. Nearly. Not quite. The tips of her toes, her cheeks, her joints, nose, and ears are all brushed in a soft, delicate berry pink. The color darkens a bit and stripes her thick, fluffy tail as well as the thicker fur along her throat and face. This color carries into her lower back, along her spine, and on her shoulder and hind flanks. Darker swirls of pink also dip into the main parts of her body. Strella has soft, dreamy blue eyes and long, white whiskers that curl at the end. Unlike her baby sister, Kiwiberry, Strella has zero desire to figure out who her biological parents are or worry about where they came from or why they didn't want their kits. She has her family and it's an incredible work of art which is far better than anything they were given at birth. Strawberrydusk adores her extended family and is ferociously loyal and protective of them. Yes- her blood kin... but also her adopted siblings and her parents. The last cat who spoke out of turn about her mothers in her presence was Cyrus. And he has a lovely scar to remind him to never do it again. || Heterosexual. I'd say she's poly but... that's probably unfair to those of us who are. || Biological sister to Kiwiberry, Applefrost, and Mulberrydance. Adopted daughter of Cherryseed and Peartree. Adopted sister of Cashewfleck, Pecanbriar, Hazelnut, Elderwish, Limewood. Lemonrush, Boysenberrybranch, and Clemintinecoat. || Goldenstar. ||
~Kiwikit(Kiwiberry)- oh the sweet, soft thing that she is. Kiwiberry, even though she isn't the necessary runt of her litter (trust me, everyone knows that's Mulberrydance), is definitely the... meekest of the bunch. Kiwiberry adores her Big Sister Strawberrydusk but absolutely loathes the fact that she doesn't have a single solitary drop of her confidence. And she should. She really should. Kiwiberry is... absolutely lovely. She, like Mulberrydance, is an unusually small creature with below average height and size. And the peculiarity doesn't stop here. Kiwi has... a really, really, really long tail. Like. Unusually long. And very fluffy- but not like... unruly fluffy. Just... thick. And silky. (She cleans it constantly.) Kiwiberry also has ears that fold over instead of standing straight (but she has a little control over them and can switch between just the tips being folded or them being creased entirely.) Kiwiberry, like her sister, has a soft, blush pink base coat. Her throat, chest, and underbelly are all a cream so pale its almost white. Almost. Not quite. A soft gray color that's almost dark enough to be brown stripes the lower half of her tail, splashes the left side of her face, and covers her right ear (all but the tip- that's cream on both). She has a fluffy patch of fur between her ears and long, curly white whiskers. She has a birthmark shaped like a heart in a darker pinky peach color on her left shoulder and her eyes are a deep, gentle amber-orange. She is incredibly softspoken, kind, and shy and can often be found hiding behind her siblings. She is so timid and quiet that Kiwiberry often gets lost in the glow of Strawberrydusk and Applefrost. It's honestly okay with her. She prefers it that way... for the most part. || Heterosexual. || Biological sister to Strawberrydusk, Applefrost, and Mulberrydance. Adopted daughter of Cherryseed and Peartree. Adopted sister of Cashewfleck, Pecanbriar, Hazelnut, Elderwish, Limewood. Lemonrush, Boysenberrybranch, and Clemintinecoat. || Goldenstar. ||
-Applekit(Applefrost)- A small and gentle tom with deep peach fur and multiple patterns of white, including socks that travel up his legs, splotches that dot his shoulder and left flank, dip his tailtip, cover his nose, and highlight above his eyes. He has a nearly heart-shaped patch of white on his chest. His inner ears and nose are a soft pink, and his eyes are a bright, watery blue. || Kit of Cherryseed and Peartree || Treeheart ||
-Mulberrykit(Mulberrydance) - The clear runt of the litter, Mulberrydance is an unusually small she-cat with beautiful cream-colored fur, while her back is shaded with a ruddy red. That same red color can be seen again as faded stripes about her tail, legs, and face. Where those stripes are, her fur is a little longer. She has doe-like blue eyes, dotted with hazel around her pupils. || Kit of Cherryseed and Peartree || Treeheart ||
~Chestnutkit(Chestnutstem)- everyone in the clan knows of the fraternal twin brothers who are as much alike as raindrops and as calm as resting lake water. Chestnutstem and his brother, Hickoryheart, were born to their very young and unprepared mother- Hazellace- when she was fresh out of her apprenticeship. Both toms learned from an early age to stop asking their mother about who their father was. She clearly didn't want to talk about it then and it obviously doesn't matter much now. Hazellace raised her sons adoringly with the help of all her littermates and her mother and father (Coyotehowl and Hickorypoint respectfully). This sense of community- along with a dozen or so cousins, aunts, and uncles, really rooted a deep-seated respect for family and kinship in the brothers and it's something that guides nearly all that they do. Chestnutstem is built more so like his grandfather with a taller stature, muscular shoulders, and a lean and muscular build. He has short, thick, plush fur (again, like his grandfather) that is a deep, rich chestnut brown color. He has white tipped front paws, a white blaze on his chest, white flecks on his face and hind legs, and the very very tip of his tail is white. Chestnutstem, is known for his gentle nature, soft laugh, and his beautiful golden-yellow eyes. Very patient and levelheaded. Not a big talker most of the time but he isn't unkind. || Hazellace's kit by an unnamed father (it's Bramblespire but nobody knows that). Brother to Hickoryheart. || Heterosexual. || Goldenstar.||
~Hickorykit(Hickoryheart)- everyone in the clan knows of the fraternal twin brothers who are as much alike as raindrops and as calm as resting lake water. Hickoryheart and his brother, Chestnutstem, were born to their very young and unprepared mother- Hazellace- when she was fresh out of her apprenticeship. Both toms learned from an early age to stop asking their mother about who their father was. She clearly didn't want to talk about it then and it obviously doesn't matter much now. Hazellace raised her sons adoringly with the help of all her littermates and her mother and father (Coyotehowl and Hickorypoint respectfully). This sense of community- along with a dozen or so cousins, aunts, and uncles, really rooted a deep-seated respect for family and kinship in the brothers and it's something that guides nearly all that they do. Hickoryheart is built more like his mother and maternal grandmother. He is taller with a leaner frame and lean muscle build. He has medium-length, silky soft, flowing fur (again, like his grandmother) that is a deep chocolatey brown color. There is a red tone to his fur that is more prominent on his legs, ears, and tail but it blends seamlessly into his pelt. He has a cream underbelly, chest, and blaze on his throat that looks like a heart. A creamy reddish-tan color covers his spine, shoulders, and upper part of his tail. Hickoryheart was named after his grandfather- who is extraordinarily present in his life and whom Hickoryheart adores. This handsome tom is known for his gentle nature, soft laugh, and his beautiful ember eyes. Very patient and levelheaded. A bit more of a talker than his twin brother. || Hazellace's kit by an unnamed father (it's Bramblespire but nobody knows that). Brother to Chestnutstem. || Heterosexual. || Goldenstar.||
~Branchkit(Branchtwine)- now this is his father's son. Tallpine fell in love with his first born son the moment he laid eyes on the not-so-little tom. From the moment Branchtwine was born, he was just... massive. But the opposite of his brother, Heavytree, Branchtwine isn't... fat. He's just tall. And muscular. He has short, thick, wiry fur like so many toms on Tallpine's side of the family. His pelt is a deep, ashy brown color with dashes and stripes of burnt orange from Pumpkinspice. He has dashes of white on his left hind paw, chin, upper back, over his left eye, and underbelly. Like his brother, Branchtwine has tufted ears. Unlike everyone else in his family, for whatever reason, Branch doesn't have a tail- just a spiky bob. His eyes are olive green. Branchtwine is very, very, very protective of his big little brother- Heavytree- and won't hesitate at all to draw blood in the name of his kin. He doesn't appreciate anyone who has anything bad to say because of his littermate's size. Heavytree happens to be Branch's best friend and is his most beloved and cherished family member (he loves them all, of course). Branchtwine was very close to his grandmother, Cinnamonsky, and was devastated by the loss of her when she died from her old age. He strives every day to be a fantastic warrior in her honor and hopes that maybe he can be leader one day... and be just like her. || Son of Tallpine and Pumpkinspice. Brother to Vermillionwood and Heavytree. || Heterosexual. || Goldenstar. ||
~Vermillionkit(Vermillionwood)(Milli)- the apple of her parents' eye and the only normally proportioned cat in her litter... but still, Milli is a bit taller than most mollies- even towering over her own mother by three mouse lengths. But then again... her dad is Tallpine so. You had to see it coming. Vermillionwood- or just Milli as she is affectionately known- is Pumpkinspice's pride and joy for a reason. Not just because she's the only one of Pumpkin's kits to have more than just a dash of her coloration, but she has some of Fawnheart's patterning too. Granted, yes, most of Milli's body is blanketed in the darker brown color of Tallpine's base pelt. But she has an orange and red striped pattern that cuts across the entire back half of her tail, down her spine, covering the entire left side of her face and back of her head, and cuffed around her right shoulder and foreleg. Her eyes are bright blue. Vermillionwood is shaped the most like her mother, with a plushy tail, longer cheek fur, and a fluffy chest. Despite her height, she is more streamlined but I wouldn't at all call her dainty or lithe. Milli is extremely quick and surefooted and is known for her grace both in matters of the hunt and battle. She also just so happens to be an excellent bird catcher. Vermillionwood is an energetic she-cat that loves to joke and have a good time. She believes wholeheartedly that you have to work hard to play harder. She is very close to her family and all her aunts and uncle... and happens to just adore her Uncle Rowanberry and his husband. || Daughter of Tallpine and Pumpkinspice. Sister to Branchtwine and Heavytree. || Heterosexual. || Goldenstar. ||
~Heavykit(Heavytree)- again with the gentle giant theme that so exists so freely in Cloudclan. Heavytree is... a big boy. It isn't something that seemed too terribly off the wall when you consider that his father is Tallpine but still. Tallpine is just... well... tall. Heavytree is big. The last born kit of Pumpkinspice, Heavytree got almost all of his coloration from his father and paternal grandparents. His base coat is a soft cream with brown swirling across most of his tail, upper back, flanks, covering his ears, and striped across his face. He also has paler tan tabby markings on his legs and a dash of it on his chest. Just like his brother- who is big in a different way- Heavytree has tufted ears. His eyes are also a soft, emotional crystal blue. Heavytree got teased relentlessly over his weight and size when he was younger and still gets some snide comments about it to this day. He is very insecure about how... heavy... he's always been. Pumpkinspice has said often she is sorry for naming him 'Heavy' but she just thought it would be fitting since he was such a big kit. She didn't realize it would be a source of torment for her precious boy. The leaders offered to change his name, but Heavytree refused. "Having a different name won't make me any less fat". Heavytree is a soft tom, yes. He's also a little on the simple-minded side and is easily confused and has to have things explained to him multiple times. Heavytree has found comfort in others that are also bigger- like Hollytuft and Flowerfrost (who are his best friends). Heavytree has a very relaxed and timid, almost fragile nature, and tends to only get extremely mad when someone he cares for is threatened. Once pushed to anger, he can black out and falls into fits of rage that are hard to break. Tallpine has a few scars to prove it. I'd be careful not to anger this gentle- not that you'd want to, he's just so damn sweet... but you will soon realize your mistake if you ever walk on his bad side. || Son of Tallpine and Pumpkinspice. Brother to Branchtwine and Vermillionwood. || Homosexual. || Goldenstar.||
-Kestrelkit(Kestreldapple)- With clear Berylclan influence in some of her looks, Kestreldapple is a tall yet thick furred molly. Her base is black with small patches of ginger, noticeably on her left flank, right shoulder, and over both of her ears. She has white spotting around her throat, chest, and underbelly. Her shoulders and her long tail are speckled with brown and pale gray. Her long whiskers are pure white as well, and she has a single silver spot over her left eye that stands out against her overall dark pelt. Her eyes are the same molten orange as her grandfather. || Risingsun and Shadowpixie's kit for Fallenfire. Sister to Flurrystorm, Cinnamonfrost , and Marblemoth. Half-sister to Robintrill, Zirconshield, Elkprancer, and Fadednight. || Treeheart. ||
-Flurrykit(Flurrystorm)- Though she is stocky, she does often times appear bigger than she truly is beneath her thick fur. She's a deep brown with pure white blended in, as if snow had settled within her pelt and clung. She has black tabby stripes across her shoulders, back, and flanks. She has ashy gray covering her toes, lining her eyes and covering her small ears. Her tail is a cute bob and her eyes are a sharp, misty blue. || Risingsun and Shadowpixie's kit for Fallenfire. Sister to Kestreldapple, Cinnamonfrost , and Marblemoth. Half-sister to Zirconshield, Fadednight, Elkprancer, and Robintrill. || Treeheart. ||
~Cinnamonkit(Cinnamonfrost)- named after Cinnamonstar as the once-great leader's mind started to deteriorate from dementia. Cinnamonfrost- or 'Nami' as she is affectionately nicknamed, is the perfect middle ground of her "three" parents. She is a medium-sized she-cat with long, thick fur. Nami is a big unique, as she is the only one in her family to be a chimera- or at least a partial one. Her base pelt is cream with multi-brown shading as well as brown stripe patterns on the front left side of her body and some leopard-like brown dappling on her hind left leg. She has a cream tail from the center to the tip, cream under-tail, both her left paws are cream, cream throat and chest, cream chin, and cream cranial blaze. She has a dark, umber-cinnamon color that crosses through a large portion of her pelt. This unusual shade also blankets the right side of her head, neck, the entire right side of her body, back, upper left flank, and the upper portion of her tail. Her eyes are a startling, starlight blue- something she proudly gets from her mother. Cinnamonfrost is a patient, kind, and wise-beyond-her-years molly with more calmness in her left toe than most of Goldenstar's kin have in their entire body. She isn't quick to rise or anger and is known for her soft temperament and motherly-like disposition. She is very close to her maternal grandfather- Onyxlegend- as well as her uncle, Thundercurse. She is very protective of her kin and very proud of her lineage... on all three sides. There is Gem Warrior blood coursing through her veins. And Nami will proudly speak on it any chance she gets. || Risingsun and Shadowpixie's kit for Fallenfire. Sister to Kestreldapple, Flurrystorm, and Marblemoth. Half-sister to Elkprancer, Zirconshield, Robintrill, and Fadednight. || Demisexual. || Spirit Stone: Ruby. || Goldenstar. ||
~Marblekit(Marblemoth)(Arrie)- oh the apple didn't fall far from the tree with this one. Marblemoth, or just Marble, or Arrie, or 'Arby' is... every bit of Shadowpixie's nervous little girl. And boy, does she have the receipt to prove it. Arrie, is... well... beautiful. And she just so happens to look the most like her mom out of the bunch. Marblemoth sports a plushy, silky soft pelt that is mostly white. Her coloration comes in the form of black 'sleeves' on her front legs, black ears, and eyeliner. She also has faded black swirls on the sides of her neck and flanks as well as black coloration splashed up her upper thighs. She has a black dapple over her right eye and odd, lovely heart-like shapes stamped on her very fluffy tail. Like her mother, Arrie has crystal blue eyes. Despite her gentleness and lovely appearance, Arrie is critically anxiety-ridden and suffers from panic attacks and an entire list of phobias and nerve disorders. She cries a lot and was bullied as an apprentice for her "weak heart". Marblemoth is known for her soft voice and tender nature. She tends to shy away from any kind of confrontation and crowds and loud noises make her very, very, very nervous. || Risingsun and Shadowpixie's kit for Fallenfire. Sister to Kestreldapple, Flurrystorm, and Cinnamonfrost. Half-sister to Elkprancer, Robintrill, Fadednight, and Zirconshield. || Spirit Stone: Tiger Eye. || Goldenstar. ||
future kits
~Daisykit(Daisytuft)- named for Cloverblade's favorite flower, Daisytuft inherited every ounce of her mother's beauty. And is damn proud of it. She is a simply pretty yellow she-cat with gray stripes on her legs, tail, and masking her face. Her ears, muzzle, paws, and tailtip are all a slightly different shade of gray than her stripes. Her eyes are pale blue. No one is quite sure where the gray color pointing from Daisy came from- Cloverblade thinks maybe it was his father. Daisy has medium length fur and a long, fluffy tail that she obsessively grooms and always has twined with daises. Or whatever flower she likes that day but she does really love daisies. Daisytuft is a softspoken molly and excels in organizing, planning, and cleaning. She's always the first one to volunteer to do "apprentice work"- especially if it involves clearing out nests or helping the medicine cats. Daisytuft doesn't like getting dirty- something that frustrated her mentor to no end during training because she would stop every ten minutes to clean her paws and groom her tail. She is a MUCH better hunter than she is a fighter, but as for a loyal and committed gal? There is none more so than sweet Daisy Gray. || Littermate to Hayprancer, Stagleap, Clovershine, and Fogbird. Daughter of Cloverblade and Fawnstripe. || Goldenstar. ||
~Haykit(Hayprancer)- what a momma's boy. Who'da thunk it? When I tell you with a name like 'Hayprancer'- you'd probably think someone small and dainty? Yeah. No. Hay is a... very tall cat. And I do mean... very tall. By the time he was eight moons old, he was already standing a mouse-length taller than his father. Has to be Rockstar's genes! As he's not even necessarily a huge cat, he's just tall. I mean... he's a little muscular, but nothing like some of the brutes the clan has these days. Hayprancer is a lighthearted fellow with a name that definitely matches the heart he has inside. He has extremely short fur but it is very thick and plush- opposite the wiry texture of his father. His pelt is done in mostly yellow tones. Blanketing the upper half of his body is a rich yellow color that has a soft peachy tint. His tail, all four paws, and chin are a cream base with peachy shades all around- that color covers his entire underbelly and throat. Hay has two cream stripes under both his eyes and one across his broad nose. All these subtle pelt hues really bring out the bright blue of his eyes. Like most toms in his family who are as big as he is, Hayprancer is a very gentle giant. He loves to playfight with apprentices and is the best at getting pinecones down from trees for games of fetch. He is nearly overbearingly loyal to the things that make him happy and he is dedicated beyond measure to his mother, father, and family. Oh, and one odd thing about Hay?... He's... actually really graceful for a tom his size. It's how he got the suffix in his name. || Son of Cloverblade and Fawnstripe- first litter. Littermate to Stagleap, Daisytuft, Clovershine and Fogbird. Grandson of Palesmoke and Fogspell and the late Victoryecho. || Bisexual- likes em rowdy. || Goldenstar. ||
Stagkit (Stagleap)- Its not too far fetched to say he got it from his father, but this one is as honorable as it gets. From the get-go, Stagleap was the serious and attentive one, always mindful of what could happen if he makes a certain choice or says a certain thing. He is always first for duty- even beating the deputies when it comes to getting patrols ready and all and his calm and collected demeanor makes him a popular cat among the conservative and older crowd of cats which often makes his sister Clovershine a bit annoyed with him as there are times she cant tell if he is on her side when it comes to certain issues or not. While the two disagree on their fair share of topics and Stagleap privately does share more traditional views of some matters, they were inseparable in their youth and Stagleap always knows that he can count on his sister to keep him from overdoing it- which to him is just as important as how he grounds her. A cat who walks with purpose and speed, Stagleap isnt very distinct visually being a very dark brown tabby tom with his mother’s big yellow eyes. He has a pale scar behind his ear in a training session with his mentor and Sparrowfur and the tip of his tail vanished in a branch-falling accident (once again, as Clovershine would say, from doing too much). While his father is huge and yellow and a kind, wise soul, Stagleap is huge and dark with a much more reserved but also intelligent aura to him. He has his father and his paternal grandmother’s thick, powerful frames with wide shoulders and sports long, muscular legs- which are white stockings too which make him appear even taller to the untrained eye. Stagleap is much too work oriented to find a mate he claims, but unbeknownst to him, he’ll be just like his parents and take one glance at his future forever girl (or guy- he isnt sure yet and it makes him a bit nervous the poor mite) and never, ever look back. || Kit/Warrior. || Son of Cloverblade and Fawnstripe’s first litter. Littermate to Hayprancer, Daisytuft, Clovershine and Fogbird. Grandson of Palesmoke and Fogspell and the late Victoryecho. || cowbird. ||
Cloverkit(Clovershine)- Wow. Just… wow. It's a thing that happens all the time in the Valley, when kin comes out looking and acting just like the family that came before and the rest of the clan purrs at the resemblance (mostly) and for as long as they remember talk about how much so and so looks like their great aunt or long dead cousin. Well a similar thing has happened here and much like the cat this feline resembles, it is a tad bit controversial and disruptive. Clovershine was the youngest of the five kits born to her parents after their short, but fiery love introduction and it was a good thing Fawnstripe had her last or she’d rob the poor queen of all the energy she had left. Personality wise, Clovershine is just truly not to be messed with. She can be fiercely competitive, willing to fight to get her way to the top and win at nearly any cost- only stopping as to not hurt a clanmate. She’s passionate to the core and dedicates her life to snooping for any act of injustice and putting an end to it. She has a deep affinity for the cats the Clan shuns or that keep apart from the rest and she makes it her mission to make them all feel at home- after all the Valley belongs to no one individually, but all collectively. Her determination drives her to be sort of a fire fight fire kinda gal, being a bit sharp tongued and aggressive if pushed to the brink, but she has her brother, the much calmer and reasonable Stagleap to keep her in check. If that sounds a little like someone you know… well Clover’s father thought so too and when looking in his youngest daughter’s eyes it was no doubt that maybe just a little bit of Victoryecho’s spirit resided in the fearless cat. While Stagleap took their father and grandmother’s body types, Clovershine was the clear heir apparent to her grandmother’s legacy and takes great pride in being compared to the legendary warrior. She is very close to her father being the apple of her eye and her inspiration as a warrior to be better, stronger and wiser for her Clan and while she loves her mother dearly, she stuck to Cloverblade’s flank like a burr the moment she could open her eyes. Clovershine is a beautiful cat as well- and the fire and beauty make her a bit of a tricky case when Anlach comes. Clovershine has her mother’s smaller, lighter frame but still packs lean, powerful muscle that makes her a tough opponent in dueling as she has both strength and agility in fairly copious amounts. She has thick, glossy golden and white fur that grants her name and the fur towards her midsection is slightly longer. Her ears are slightly big and straight and they fade to the lightest of golden at the tips which are lightly tufted. She has a thick, plumy fox-like tail like her mother, but the pale ice-blue eyes she sports are the exact same shape, size and intensity as her late grandmother’s- but in the times when she’s laughing, they crinkle the same way that her father’s do. || Kit/Warrior. Dedicated. Fiercely loving. Just that girl. || Daughter of Cloverblade and Fawnstripe’s first litter. Littermate to Stagleap, Daisytuft, Hayprancer and Fogbird. Granddaughter of Fogspell and Palesmoke and the late Victoryecho. || Heterosexual. || cowbird.
Fogkit(Fogbird)- thick-furred, soft-furred very pale silvery-gray she-cat with a thick tail that curls at the end elegantly, a pale gray nose and brilliant, deep blue eyes. The arrival of a fifth kit from little ol' Fawnstripe's womb was quite the surprise to even the medicine cats delivering the kits. It was as if this one had been hiding in the fray, biding her time and appeared jussst when the time was right. Therefore her grandfather Palesmoke always said her birth was a sign of what her future held and maybe, just maybe... he was right. Fogbird grew up to be one of the most skilled and efficent hunters in the clan. She had the patience to wait for the right fish, the lightness to creep up on mice and birds till the last minute and, despite her thick long fur, the speed and accuracy to take down a rabbit before it found the shelter of the meadows. Named after her other maternal grandfather, Fogspell, she grew up to be a lot like him and her knowledge and patience helped her become a well-admired warrior and sought out mentor for many young cats that found themselves in the Valley. Yet, as curses always do, she found herself carrying Fogspell's fickleness when it came to the matters of the heart and emotions. Fogbird has found it very hard to settle down and far too many toms have known her more than she'd like to admit- but she's working on it I guess? She is extremely loyal to her family despite her lack of romantic discipline and often wishes she could emulate her parents marriage. She defends them stoutly against all the naysayers who still couldnt understand how their age difference worked. Her relaxed personality often made her the subject of the energetic and intuitive Clovershine and the two sisters hardly saw eye to eye as young cats, but grew to understand the other as time went on. She was far closer to Daisytuft and loves to spend time with her grandfathers and great-aunt, Mouseear who doted on Fogbird and her littermates since before they opened their eyes. || Kit/future Warrior. || Fifth and youngest kit of Cloverblade and Fawnstripe's first litter. || Littermate to Daisytuft, Hayprancer, Stagleap and Clovershine. Granddaughter of Fogspell and Palesmoke and the late Victoryecho. || Bisexual. || cowbird. ||
Ploverkit(Ploverwing)- lean, slightly smaller than average tom. His pelt is majority a tan-gray color, that takes on a darker shade in the colder moons. This coloring covers the upper part of his face, over his ears and back and tail and all his shoulders. It reaches down to his upper back legs before abruptly changing to a thick strip of black along his flanks. From the muzzle, chest and underbelly fur and legs is a soft white. He has gentle amber eyes that tend to shine brilliantly when caught in the sun. Ploverwing is a demure tom who tends to keep to himself out of shyness and less because he doesnt like anyone. He does love a good laugh however and when the sun sets and the clan gathers after a busy day of hunting and patrolling and all the clan stuff, he tends to seek out the jollier members in the clan and will settle quietly in a corner, purring quietly as they talk about what they talk about. || Kit/Warrior.|| Loves to climb trees but refuses to catch birds in them- an accident as an apprentice made him more than a little wary.|| cowbird.||
Pollenkit (Pollenshade)- brown and cream she-cat with amber eyes. Wise and patient, Pollenshade was born to help others. She was always the one watching out for her brothers- even though if you asked them, she was the defenseless one. When Eagleoak, her half-brother, asked if she would like to train under him and the other medicine cats, Pollenshade wasted no time in accepting and quickly found her place among the gentle souls of some of CloudClan’s most gifted healers in its history. She was very much inspired by Cypressprayer and was obsessed with understanding her skills so one day she too, could be as beloved and essential to the survival of her clan. The one thing this benevolent soul does not appreciate however is disloyalty and that has always made her rather distrusting of strangers; and while patient, Pollenshade wont forgive easily. Once you have wronged her, it’ll be sometime before you come back her way. She does love her family despite all the baggage and many, many, many characters among them. She handles her mother’s fretting with a level head, isnt phased by the intensity of Riverflower or Nectarsong, even finds her nephew Snowglen tolerable most days. Yet she would be the first to tell her it all gets a little much sometimes when it feels like half the clan calls your mom… well, mom. || Kit/future Medicine Cat. || Daughter of Almondthicket and Doveheart’s 3rd litter. Littermate to: Thrushflight, Brindleheart,... and ...., half-sister to Elknose, Riverflower, Icemoon, Eagleoak, and Lichenfur. Younger sister to Nectarsong, Tinderspark, Onesight, Badgerstreak, Beebounce, Doestep and Hawkswoop. || cowbird.
Thrushkit (Thrushflight)- stormy cloud gray tom with sandy coloring under his chin, belly, half his chest and the inside of his legs. || cowbird ||
Brindlekit (Brindleheart)- cream, golden-brown and white brindled she-cat with amber eyes. || cowbird ||
~Canarykit(Canarydusk)- where. in. the. hell. did. this. dude. come. from. Everyone asks the same question and thinks the same thing when they see the fireball of his mother and father. Almondthicket often jokes that Canarydusk is his and Doveheart's punishment for their sins. He's joking, of course... mostly. Canarydusk- or 'Dary' as he calls himself and is known throughout the clan- puzzled Doveheart from the moment he was born. All of her kits have somewhat similar pelt colors with gray, brown, tan, cream, white, or black. But then Dary was born an orange tabby with a body build that didn't belong to her or Almondthicket. And this kid came out screaming. 'Sounds like a canary's song!' was the comment Eagleoak made. And thus... Canarydusk screeched his way into existence. Canarydusk is a very attractive tom. He was taller than his father by the time he was halfway through his apprenticeship and it's 100% leg and neck. He has an angled face, sharp jawline, large, tufted ears, long legs, a long tail, long neck, and long incisors that stick out of either side of his mouth. Dary's base coat is a rich cream but is covered in blanket of orange tabby markings. His hind feet are splashed in a creamsicle orange and his front feet are just cream. The base of his tail is striped but the rest of it is the same cream color. He has long, cream colored whiskers and miscolored eyes. His left eye is violet and his right eye is blue. Dary has an unruly patch of fur between his ears that never lies flat but many say it just adds to his devilish charm. Canarydusk is known for quite a few things: having Riverflower's sharp tongue, Beebounce's playful nature, and a heavy splash of his own arrogance. Dary knows he's beautiful. He knows he's cunning. He knows he's a good warrior. And he won't soon let you forget it either. Canarydusk is extremely protective of his family and he'll never hesitate for a good old-fashioned scrap. Yes- those two things are related. Watch your tongue around him... especially about Cloverdream and Onesight. || Littermate of Brindleheart, Thrushflight, Pollenshade, and Cloverdream. Son of Almondthicket and Doveheart’s 3rd litter. Half-brother to Elknose, Riverflower, Icemoon, Eagleoak, and Lichenfur. Younger brother to Nectarsong, Tinderspark, Onesight, Badgerstreak, Beebounce, Doestep and Hawkswoop. || Pansexual (fortunately for everyone) and polyamorous (unfortunate for everyone). || Goldenstar. ||
~Cloverkit(Cloverdream)- known to be a bit of a daddy's girl, Cloverdream had a bit of a rough start to life. She was the runt of her litter and was born late, last, and the smallest. When her eyes eventually opened, only the left one did. The right took an extra two weeks to start opening at all and when it finally did, the actual ball of her eye was infected and the medicine cats ended up removing it to cause her less discomfort in the long run. Clover started covering her 'bad eye' with a clover leaf to make her appearance more subtle. The loss of her eye doesn't ever bother her and she has persevered regardless and trained mercilessly to be a warrior. As for her looks, Cloverdream gets a lot of her color from her mother and father and is undeniably their kit. She is petite with short fur but she has a very plush and fluffy tail. She also has big ears and long, white whiskers. Her tail, paws, muzzle, and upper throat fur is all a dusty, soft, rosy cream color and the rest of her is just cream. Her remaining iris is a light pink shade. Cloverdream is known for her gentle disposition and quiet determination. She is very family oriented and loves, loves, LOVES that she has so much kin. She is very close to her sister- Brindleheart- and counts the molly as her best friend. Also very close to her older brother, Beebounce. || Littermate of Brindleheart, Thrushflight, Pollenshade, and Canarydusk. Daughter of Almondthicket and Doveheart’s 3rd litter. Half-sister to Elknose, Riverflower, Icemoon, Eagleoak, and Lichenfur. Younger sister to Nectarsong, Tinderspark, Onesight, Badgerstreak, Beebounce, Doestep and Hawkswoop. || Heterosexual. Demisexual. || Goldenstar. ||
~Wrenkit(Wrenwhisper)- thick-furred, earthy brown she-cat with white paws, underbelly, under-tail, throat, chin, and mouth. She has lynx-tabby markings, tufted ears, and winter-green eyes. || Goldenstar. ||
-Rookkit(Rooksayer)- thick, wild dark gray fur with faded tabby markings and dark liner around his eyes. His ears, paws, and the tip of his tail are a dark brown. His legs are white all the way up to his shoulders and hips and the pale coloration ends in fading dapples along his shoulder-bones and hind-haunches. He has pink pawpads, a pink nose, and sky blue eyes. He's tall, though his build is slightly on the dainty side. || Child of SnowyOwl and Wolfsayer. Littermate to .... Younger sibling of Jay, June, and Jade || Treeheart. ||
~Duskkit(Duskowl)- a pretty, dainty mostly brown-gray she-cat with orange, red, and peach patches and dapples across her pelt. She has tufted ears and long whiskers and a long, feathery tail. She has beautiful teal eyes. || Tumblemoss and Jewelsprite's kit. ||
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~Grovekit(Grovehunter)- an... odd tom to the say the least, Grovehunter is considered strange even by his family's standards. He is tall, broad, handsome, and really... intense? Must get that from his grandpa. No, not Aldershade. His other grandpa. He is easily identifiable as someone with Rockstar's genetics, as he outgrew his mother rather quickly and is thick-shouldered and stout. He has big paws, a square jaw, and a shorter, thicker tail. Grovehunter has thick, dense dark fur that is swirled between black and dark brown. He has chocolate brown paws that faded into the rich darkness of his pelt but his legs are striped with black- a pattern he inherited from his mother. His eyes are a stunning dark golden-ember color and it tends to catch most off guard at first glance. This muscular Warrior tends to come off as intimidating and he doesn't really mean to... It's just how he is. He is a tom that usually doesn't speak a whole lot but what he does have to say is usually relevant or important. He is closest and most comfortable with his family- and in speaking of... Valleylily is his entire world. He will absolutely die for her- without question- and he will kill absolutely anyone to keep her safe. That she-cat hangs the moon and stars in his sky. She has been his 'flower' ever since they were born and he doesn't take his duty as a brother lightly. There are a few other cats who he gets feverishly protective over; one of which is his 'cousin', former mentor, and dear friend- Phoenixscript. Nix can be a little sickly and peculiar at times and it leaves him prone to attacks of psychological warfare and Grovehunter will not allow it. This intense tom can have a heavy temper- from both his mother and his maternal grandmother- Alderthorn- respectively. He also has a sharp tongue- thanks Treeheart- and can be a bit sarcastic and pessimistic. But he is absolutely doing his best and he is a very good Warrior- especially at hunting. He is great and stalking prey in shady areas and it's part of how he got his name. || Son of Antlershard and Treeheart- Second litter. Brother to Antmarch, Deercreed, Timberoath, Valleylily, Scorchednight, Shadowfall, Crimsonoak, Condormark, and Tracevalor. || Spirit Stone- Obsidian. || Really gay but he has trouble accepting it... He isn't sure why. || Goldenstar. ||
-Valleykit(Valleylily)- Valleylily is the little gem of her siblings. Less in the eyes of her parents and more in the eyes of her brothers themselves. Though despite being under such heavy protection, she is not the delicate flower her name suggests. She has her moments of quietness, but with the family she calls her own, it's hard for one not to have a little attitude. Val, as she's lovingly called, is fairly independent by nature, but isn't opposed to letting her silly brothers show their protectiveness whenever it isn't too much. Valleylily is a lithe silver and grey molly with black and brown dappled across her body, and stripes on her legs of the same colors. Her tail is tipped with black. Her eyes are a bright violet hue with speckles of lavender swirling around the irises. || Daughter of Antlershard and Treeheart. Sister to Timberoath, Deercreed, Antmarch, Grovehunter, Scorchednight, Crimsonoak, Shadowfall, Condormark, and Tracevalor. || Spirit Stone - Snow Quartz || Bisexual || Treeheart. ||
~Grasskit(Grasswhistle)- tom. || Son of Vanilladrop and Coppergage. Brother to Petalcurl and Soyclouds. || Heterosexual. || Goldenstar. ||
~Petalkit(Petalcurl)- she-cat. || Daughter of Vanilladrop and Coppergage. Sister to Grasswhistle and Soyclouds. || Heterosexual. || Goldenstar. ||
~Soykit(Soyclouds)- biological she-cat. Off marks of testosterone. They/them/he. || Kit of Vanilladrop and Coppergage. Sibling to Grasswhistle and Petalcurl. || Sapiosexual. || Goldenstar. ||
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Q U E E N S ~Mouseear♢- energetic, eager, and filled with more energy than any one cat should have- she is a small brown she-cat with sandy brown fur, ember eyes, and small, rounded ears- in fact, her ears are her most defining feature. Mouseear is very pretty but... She's also adorable(something she has grown to detest as she's gotten older due to the fact that no one takes her seriously most of the time). She's smaller than average and her ears are rounded in bright pink instead of being triangular points. She is a very optimistic character and never lets life get her down. Her and her two litter-mates were found by the Watch. Their parents were found frozen to death several miles back down the mountain. Once in Cloudclan, they were nursed back to health by the Queens and then adopted by the older she-cat couple- Spellfaith and Emeraldgaze. Mouseear is very close to her family and she puts them first before all else. She has made it very clear that she will never join The Watch. She got pregnant as an apprentice by a much older loner named Whiskey. She is very proud of her love for him and understands he will never join the clan. She will not tolerate disrespect toward her kits due to who sired them. || Spirit Stone- Emerald. || Spellfaith and Emeraldgaze's adopted daughter. Sister to Fogspell and Tatteredleaf. Mate of the loner, Whiskey. Mother of Woodenspire and Emeraldstone. Adopted/foster mother of literally so many kits including: Venomcinder, Poisonpulse, Dingospry, Hyenaspots, Coyotehowl, Foxtempt, Jackalfang, Icedust, Haildapple, SnowyOwl, Timberfrost, Hickorypoint, and Milkflower. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
Doveheart/Dove's Dying Heart - Doveheart was never born to suffer so she thought, but the choices she made plus the challenges life threw her way made it so that she faced some things that makes her sad, frustrated and depressed- mostly at herself. She was born as a second generation member of Xhii’s Tribe who lived high in the mountains in the precious Oasis. She was the baby of her litter and her father, Dagger, was especially doting on her- “his little Dovie”. Yet her mother, the ever kind and wise soul was never a healthy cat- a blood condition made her often bed-ridden and weak and when Dove’s Dying Heart was a fresh to-be, she died. Dove then became her father’s emotional crutch after her mother’s death and followed in her footsteps to being a successful prey-hunter. Her life was great for those few seasons she was an adult; her sisters and her grew closer, she found a tom, Sheklon, who was crazy for her and she was well-liked among her peers. However one day, she found herself in a life or death situation and the only cat who came to save her was an older, rugged tom called Ghost Catcher. Doveheart fell deeply in love with him and he loved her, but Ghost and her father Dagger were training mates and famously disagreed vehemently with each other. Also… she had already promised herself to Sheklon publicly and so she found herself in an affair before she could even realize what that was. As the animosity of Lilyfrost began to grow, Dove found herself falling deeper and deeper into her lies and mirage until one evening, she got the news she was expecting. She knew immediately that these werent her mate’s kits, but there was no telling anyone that. Sheklon died in a freak accident not too long after however and when Dove could no longer hide her pregnancy anymore, the whole clan was led to believe she was carrying the late Tribe cat’s kits- a decision Dove knew would come back one day and cause her unimaginable pain. She made the journey to the Valley heavily pregnant and on that journey, she made the deepest bond she ever knew- her friendship with another very young queen, Marble. After the Frostbitten War, Doveheart’s heart fell astray again- this time for the handsome and widely intelligent Watcher, Almondthicket. The rest was history… for better or worse, but despite her own struggles with her own self worth, Doveheart will never, ever regret the family and friends she has made along the way. She was initially a very timid cat, keeping to Marble’s side constantly, but as she has found herself a place in CloudClan, Doveheart has grown and matured into a kind, motherly cat who loves to care for little ones and serve her clan in any way she can. They gave her another chance at life and she will forever be grateful. When it comes to her own kits however… look she tries to be the best mother she can be but often turns a blind eye to her own clingyness when it comes to her own brood having their own lives and often needs reminding from her friends that they aren't newborns at her belly anymore. Dove is a very pretty and petite she-cat. Her fur is such a soft gray-cream that is nearly white. She has thick, long fur and a smooth, pink nose. She has big, beautiful, baby blue eyes. || Her best friend was/is the late Marblefur. || Dagger's daughter. || Constant Queen || Mother of Elknose, Icemoon, Lichenfur, Riverflower, and Eagleoak from her first litter (Ghost Catcher). Also mother to several litters by her current mate: 1) Nectarsong, Tinderspark and Onesight. 2) Hawkswoop, Badgerstreak, Beebounce and Doestep. 3)... 4)... || Formally of Xhii's Tribe. Mates with Almondthicket. || cowbird. ||
Honeyfur- sensible, adaptable warrior. Has always been to herself and so it didnt seem to shock people when she suddenly moved into the nursery expecting kits without a father to claim them. Small pale golden she-cat with yellow eyes. || Mother to Sparrowfur and Flowerstem. ||
~Hazellace- every bit of daddy's little girl, Hazellace has been adoring her father- Hickorypoint- since the moment she was born. She, of all his kits, favors him the most and she holds so much pride in that. Hazellace is a small she-cat with a base coat of mostly cream but she has dark, rich brown on both her front legs and covering the back portion of her tail. She has a single band of fur in the same color around the middle of her tail, tipping her ears, and splashed on her muzzle. She has a paler, hazelnut colored brown patches across her back and under he eyes. Her irises themselves are a soft spring green. Hazellace is very gentle and soft spoken and tends to be rather naïve and gets her feelings hurt easily. She isn't much for a fighter but everyone knows how quick she is an her stealth is something she uses in battle and while hunting- not the most orthodox but it gets her results. She is very close to her brother- Owlfreckle- and the two are usually not too far apart. || Daughter of Hickorypoint and Coyotehowl. Step-kit to Coldruby. Mother to Chestnutstem and Hickoryheart by Bramblespire (nobody knows that.) || Goldenstar. ||
~Pastellight- pretty and petite like her mother, this uniquely colored she-cat took after both of her parents in... One way or another. Pastellight is a Traditional Inker like Paintedstar with a cream base color and pale yellow, orange, and peach Inking. The colors blend and marble perfectly, creating a sherbet like swirl that blankets almost her entire body. The cream base color is mostly on her legs but she has a mostly white face with a blaze of Inking that runs from her nose, between her eyes, swirling underneath them, like flame, and connecting to the color on her head. Pastellight is a Loyal Inker with big, pointed ears, a slender build, a wedged face, and large, beautiful eyes- one pale yellow, one pale orange. Her tail, chest, and underbelly is slight plumed. Despite the pride she has in her heritage, Pastellight is a very down to earth creature. Also, many seem to think she is soft because of her light and dainty coloring but this little molly packs one hell of a punch. She is not to be underestimated. She is a Warrior and it needs to be understood through and through. || Daughter of Paintedstar and Joystar. Half sister to Rubblefall, Gravelhail, Blazestreak, Yarrowseed, and Dusttalon. Full sister to Monarchdream and Scarletlily. || Mates with Brightwish. Mother to Duskkit and Desertkit. || Goldenstar. ||
~Vanilladrop- Sweet, polite, and level-headed, Vanilladrop gets a lot of her mentality from her late grandmother, Whiteleaf. She is not easily angered and is very mature and wise for her age. Even as a kit and apprentice, she didn't seem interested in things that other cats her age were. She wanted to study, train, learn, and love. Vanilladrop actually requested her Warrior name to end with the suffix "Drop" out of respect for her beloved best friend and older cousin- Honeydrop. She prides herself on being one of few of Goldenstar's kin to not really have a bad temper and to be able to think logically and calmly in virtually any situation. Vanilladrop is a pretty she-cat, of pretty average height and build with fur the color of smooth cream- a few shades darker than milk but not lighter than sand. Her toes on all four paws are splashed white and she has a virtually invisible dash of white above her left eye. Vanilladrop has the soft, unusual pale blue-white colored eyes that belong to her grandmother. She has long, white whiskers and her fur is soft, silky, and plumy in all the areas one would expect. She is overall a very down to earth she-cat and is a gentle heart that is easy to love. She enjoys spending her time in the forest with a few close friends but at the end of the night, she likes to wind down in the Elder's Den to a good story. || Gorsewing and Lionroar's kit. Sister to Cypressprayer, Cinnamonstar, Laurelwish(deceased), and Citrinekiss(Watcher). || Copperage's mate- mother to his unborn kits (Grasswhistle, Petalcurl, and Soyclouds). || Mentored Cricketsong. || Goldenstar. ||
~Jewelsprite- flighty and, what her sister calls 'a chronic daydreamer', Jewelsprite is, in a word... odd. She was a rather difficult apprentice to train because her mind does so tend to wander. She has the attention span of a dead flea, but Starclan love her- her heart is always in the right place. She is a kind and tender thing without much of a mean bone in her body. She can be rather blunt but it isn't mean to be harsh and if she ever thinks she has offended someone or hurt her feelings, she will immediately trip over herself trying to apologize and will spend days, weeks, or even months trying to make things right again. She loves to be out in the forest and is known to often be found at the Star Grotto or in trees just... day-dreaming, relaxing. For whatever peculiar reason, her entire life certain things seen to have been drawn to Jewelsprite. Butterflies and moths always come around her and prey animals have never tried to flee from her presence. Because of how creatures in nature respond to her, Jewelsprite committed her life to being a vegetarian from the time she was a kitten and has never eaten meat and she refuses to hunt but makes up for it by aiding her clan in every other way imaginable. Jewelsprite is a very pretty cat, who got more of her grandfather (Nightlegend)'s build rather than her mother or grandmother. She is an orange she-cat with darker orange and red dapples and Citrinestar's famous molten amber eyes. She is streamlined and petite with large ears, a wedged face, long, white whiskers, white splashed on her paws, and a long, sleek tail with a feathery tip. Jewelsprite aches to be among others who make her soul feel at peace. She is very close with her brothers and sister, but will not hesitate to stray out of her comfort zone or family circle. All hearts deserve attention. || Daughter of the late Brackenrose and Brokenspear. Sister to Gemkeeper. Half-sister to Whitefalcon, Bronzeeagle, and Copperhawk. Her other mother is Diamondfaith. || Spirit Stone- Ruby. || Pansexual. Mates with Tumblemoss. Mother to: Everpaw, Ravenpaw, Daypaw, and Currantpaw. || Goldenstar. ||
~Pumpkinspice- confident and opinionated, this was Cinnamonstar and Fawnheart's first born daughter and it was love at first sight... If only Cinna had known what she was getting in to. As soon as Pumpkinspice was old enough to speak- she heard herself coming out of the little kit. Of course. Pumpkinspice got her looks from her biological mother- Fawnheart- and her deceased biological father- Burnednight. She is a long-legged, lithe, and streamlined she-cat with dainty paws and a long, feathery tail. She has thick, silky, creamy-pumpkin-orange fur and dark cream socks on all four feet that stop at various lengths on her legs. She also has the same color splashed across her left eye, underscoring her tail, faded into her belly and chest, and on her right hip. She also has darker orange flecks through her pelt and across her nose and cheeks. Her eyes are a pale, glittery lavender with green flecked in toward the pupils. Pumpkinspice has always believed in herself and also takes great pride in both her appearance, abilities, and heritage. Her and her mother don't always see eye to eye but it is clear that they love each-other. Cinnamonstar likes to joke that Goldenstar is punishing her for how rowdy she was as an apprentice by blessing her with four daughters and one son... Of which, two of her girls (Pumpkinspice and Redfern) are just miniature, hotrod versions of herself. One thing though... Despite Pumpkinspice's confidence in herself- she does sometimes feel that she wouldn't be quite as successful without her parentage being what it is- but this will just make her word ten times harder to prove herself worthy. "Either stand by my side or get out of my way!" || Cinnamonstar's kit by Fawnheart out of the late Burnednight. Sister to Rosepetal, Garnetlace, Redthorn, and Rowanberry. || Mates with Tallpine. Mother to his unborn kits: Branchtwine, Vermillionwood, and Heavytree. || Goldenstar. ||
-Treeheart♢- Treeheart has bright eyes along with smooth brown fur. Along with that, she has black and brown spots across her body as well as stripes covering her legs of the same colors. Her tail is tipped with black. Treeheart was named mostly from her appearance, but seems to have grown into the name in a different way. She is a she-cat with skin as tough as bark and is a very quick learner. She also has a fascination with the very plants she was named after. || Treeheart was the only kit of Alderthorn's first litter. She knows nothing of her father and doesn't bother to ask in fear of upsetting her mother, who clearly has strong feelings towards him. Treeheart was born into Fallenclan- where mates were assigned to cats of age and queens were meant to produce kits that looked a certain way. If not, they were often ridiculed and given low level roles. Treeheart was under this judgement from the day she was born and was thankful to her mother for deciding to finally get them both out. || Spirit Stone- Beryl. || Alderthorn's only kit from her first litter. Sister to Dandelionbriar and Sparrowtalon. Half sister of Rosecrown, Citrineshard, Tigershale, and Risingsun. Adopted daughter of Shadowstar- her former mentor. Mates with Antlershard. Mother of Deercreed, Timberoath, and Antmarch. || Rped by Treeheart. ||
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 17:13:14 GMT -5
☁ A L L E G I A N C E S ☁
E L D E R S
~Falconheart- Coming from a lineage in the mountains, this tom sports a broad build and a massive build. In his youth, he was shrouded in muscles and is still built in an odd, stout way. It is said that his ancestors were Saber Tooth Cats from ancient parts of the unforgiving Blue Mountains, but no one quite knows if that's true or not. He is a brown tom with white legs that fade into the brown of his coat. He has big, sage-green eyes that are rather milky now that he's climbed up in years. He is very proud of his lineage, though his strong blood and new-found family often press him to forget his past. He was born partially deaf, but he is still capable of functioning like normal, though his hearing has been failing him more frequently in recent years. He is one of the more well-known elders in the clan and still takes walks with Rowanoak when the weather is nice. || Devoted mates with Hazemist and Rowanoak. || Goldenstar. ||
~Rowanoak- A once-broad and heavily muscled tom, Rowanoak is just a kind soul. His family descends from original Cloudclanians and he is very proud of his bloodline. He is deeply loyal to the clan, but will trust the Code over the words of the Leader if he feels like it will interfere with his moral beliefs. He is the only surviving kit from his parents, Grayrock and Finchsong, and he is still burdened by the fact that his only son, Valorpledge, is gay and that the family line shall die with him. In his youth, Rowanoak was a very handsome tom with brownish red fur and a tan underlay. His pelt, even still, is short and thick. He has tan paws, a tan blaze, muzzle, ear lining, eye liner, tail-tip, and faded tan tabby markings. He has dark black whiskers and handsome black claws. His broad head and rounded ears give him a handsome, distinguished face that is complimented by still sharp forest-green eyes. || Mates with Falconheart and Hazemist. Father of the late Victoryecho's son, Valorpledge. || Goldenstar. ||
~Hazemist- a once valiant warrior, Hazemist is well known in the clan for her kindness and gentleness and, yes, perhaps even her persisting spunk. Even as one of the oldest cats in the clan, she is still somehow strikingly beautiful. She has pale moonlight gray tabby fur that is thinning in her age but is still soft and silky to the touch. Her dreamy, starry-blue eyes still sparkle with life but are glossy from cataracts and time. In her prime, Hazemist was known to be more of a tomboy than a she-cat and spent a lot of time with her brothers- usually in trouble. Hazemist is the last living cat from her famous parents- Snowecho and Glorysky- who together had over thirty kits in their time together in the valley. She knows her time is short and will take every breath she has as a blessing. Very devoted lover to her two amazing mates. || Is the 15th kit from Snowecho and Glorysky's 3rd and final litter. || Mates with Rowanoak and Falconheart. || Second oldest cat in Cloudclan. || Goldenstar. ||
~Deerspirit- a dingy brown, once beautiful she-cat with faded white spots and white socks on all four of her feet. She has curled, gray whiskers and almost sightless, milky blue eyes. She is one of the most direct lines to Cloudclan, as her mother was Tawnyrose, a cat who once lead the clan many years ago. Tawnyrose left Cloudclan in search of Goldenclan once she retired as leader. She fell in love with a tom named Duststorm and they had a single kit- Deerspirit. She had always longed to see the wonderful Valley that her mother always spoke so highly of and begged to go on an expedition to see it- and once she made it there, she stayed. Though Deerspirit can be bitter and snappy, she had found a bit of peace now that she's among more of her kin. She is very close to Hazemist, who is her niece, as Tawnyrose was Hazemist's older sister. || She is the oldest cat in Cloudclan. Goldenstar's granddaughter- child of Tawnyrose- formally Tawnystar of Cloudclan. || Formally of Goldenclan. || Goldenstar. ||
~Starlinghex- a once-pretty, sleek-furred she-cat, this little female gets her coloration from her grandfather's side of the family. Tiny but mighty, she has a gentle, soft-sounding voice that often makes her seen as meek but she was once actually quite adventurous. As a young cat, she liked to roughhouse with her brothers and was always getting into trouble. Her pelt is under-toned a soft, yet striking blue color that gives her fur the appearance of a starling wing. She has sharp, beautiful yellow eyes. It is ironically the way she breathes that helped earn her the name she bores. When out of breath and gasping for air, she makes an odd whistle like noise that sounds nearly identical to the call of a starling. As a Warrior, she used this unique gift to lure in birds. 90% of the time, Starlinghex returned with avian catches. Now as an elder, she can be easily frustrated and also easily offended. She is very headstrong and extremely stubborn. As an apprentice, she fell in love with a mature Banditclan Medicine Cat, Shadowmane, and became pregnant with his kits. She lost contact with him when Banditclan was destroyed but she always stayed loyal to him over the years and she was finally reunited with him when Xhii's Tribe went came to the Valley just before the Frostbitten War. Being with him entirely completes her. || Doesn't like bees. || Is the 2nd kit from Firepledge and Sundrop's litter. || Shadowmane's mate; mother to the late Junglevine in the Dark Forest, Lionmane, and Pantherpounce in the Watch. || Goldenstar. ||
~Shadowmane- rugged and weathered, this is a tom who has been through a lot of hardships in his life and has overcome an environment filled with darkness, negativity, and violence. He, like his half-brother, Ravencrypt, was a scout for what was once called Banditclan. He had a tender heart and was looking for a way out of the aggressive, merciless lifestyle he was raised in. He met and fell madly in love with Starlingpaw- a sweet apprentice with a gentle attitude. He found out that Starlingpaw was going to have his kits and he tried to flee from the Bandits but was unsuccessful. He tried several more times- being more and more brutally punished with each failed attempt. He tried a seventh time to escape and instead ended up being captured by two-legs. He managed to get away from them after several moons but not before he was taken to the Cutters/Vet. He nearly got captured by the Frostbiters but narrowly managed to escape and found his way around the Blue Mountains and entered Cloud Valley via the Southern Boarder of the Clan's Watch- where he was finally taken to Cloudclan- where he was reunited with his beloved Starlinghex and the kits he never got to meet. Shadowmane is a massive cat, a big burly half-lynx tom with thick, coarse fur. He has broad shoulders and massive feet. His pelt is a solid black with a shaggy extra bit of fur around his throat- something that earned him his name. He has dark, charcoal gray undershading. His ears are heavily tattered and his face, neck, and front haunches are heavily scarred. His eyes are a dark, haunted harvest orange that almost look brown. He is extremely aggressive and hotheaded when it comes to questions of his loyalty or if he feels someone is being rude to his kits or his mate. He is otherwise a very calm and gentle tom-- just don't cross him. Lately in his old age he has struggled with his memory and a lot of pain from old injuries. He hardly ever leaves the elder's den and relies on apprentices to keep his nest and bedding clean. He is mostly blind now but can make out shapes and still has a killer sense of smell. || Formally of Banditclan. Formally a kittypet. || Father of Lionmane, Pantherpounce(Watcher), and Junglevine(dead and in the Dark Forest). Mate of Starlinghex. Half-brother of Ravencrypt (they have the same lynx father- Finalstorm.) || Goldenstar. ||
~Cardinalwings- even still, this once-proud warrior is a visually stunning she-cat with glossy fur and beautiful pelt coloration. This calm, sweet-mannered female takes after her mother in temperament and body build. Built sleek and trim, she is long-legged, a bit taller than her sister but seemingly built the same. This easily likable kitty gets her name from her cardinal red fur coloration and for the black '~' like designs she has under both her eyes as well as her black legs that fade into the red as they meet at her shoulder. The very tip of her tail is black and so is a small dash on her chest as well as the end points of her ears. Her eyes are a beautiful, dark winter green and are remarkably clear even in her old age. She still loves the snow and cold, and easily over-heats in hot weather. She is most often spotted with her sister, Starlinghex, as they lounge about the Elder's Den. || Hates the heat! || Is the 3rd kit from Firepledge and Sundrop's litter. || Ex-mates with Olivestep. || Goldenstar. ||
~Field Where Flowers Grow(Flowerfield)- one of the only cats who was older than Xhii when she met her, Field Where Flowers Grow, or Flowerfield, was originally a kitty-pet named Molly but she was renamed by Xhii as the two traveled together. She is a still-pretty, fluffy yellow-and-white dappled she-cat with sightless white eyes. When she was younger, some teenagers stole her from their elderly neighbor and poured bleach in her eyes as a cruel trick. Unable to find her way back to her caretaker, she stumbled along by herself and was discovered by Icarus and then later they met Xhii as a cat younger than she was. Despite being blind almost her entire life, Flowerfield is very active and optimistic. She does really miss her friend since Xhii passed away, and she does long for the Oasis but she loves the life she's made in the Valley. || Formally of Xhii's Tribe. Is kind of mates with Icarus but it's never quite been official. They just love each other a lottt. || Goldenstar. ||
~Icarus- nobody really knows his backstory. Not even him. He woke up one day all alone on the side of a road with a bump on the back of his head and the only thing he could remember is, "Momma called me Icarus." He traveled alone for a long time, convinced it was safer and better that way until he found a poor blind she-cat who was half-starved wandering the woods by herself. He felt so bad for her that he took her in and the two became quick friends. Later on that summer, they met Xhii and traveled together back to the Oasis and found other outcasts like themselves. And they've been together ever since. Icarus is lanky, tall tom with slightly folded ears. He has thick, wiry gray fur and dark, brooding gray eyes. On his hind leg is an odd symbol- it's a branding of a sun but he has no clue where it came from. || Formally of Xhii's Tribe. Is kind of mates with Flowerfield but it's never quite been official. They just love each-other a lot. || Goldenstar. ||
~Tenderroar(Memphis)- the oldest of the group and the 'father' figure to all the younger kitties, Tenderroar was a cell-mate to Honeyspice and he has known her for her entire life. Because of this, the two are super close and are often seen together- as well as among their family. Tenderroar- who goes affectionately by 'Papaw' from almost everyone who knows him, is a lumbering, giant of a tom. And there's never been a more gentle spirit. He has thick, coarse fur that is a bit kinky on the ends. His whiskers are long and black and kind of bent and he has a tattered pelt littered with scars- especially on his ears and across his eyes. Tenderroar is blind, though he wasn't always. His sight started failing him when he was in his prime and then he got locked into a cell with a very aggressive dog and the two battled it out... He was left standing but it cost him his vision. These days, the irises he bares are a milky amber brown. Along with his towering height and broad build, Papaw has a unique pelt pattern- like most others in the facility. He is a mostly black tom with hues of charcoal and paler gray. His paws, tail-tip, spinal, and cranial fur are all black but his flanks, legs, tail, and face are all a darker hue. He has big paws and dark gray paw-pads. Tenderroar does recall a secondary blind tom from his time in the Mountain Corp- Harbinger- and was surprised to discover him again once he and his family reached the Valley. Papaw has a deep, gentle voice and a booming laugh and he tends to be very patient and kind. He loves music and it is known that members of his family will sing to him. He has arthritis in his paw-joints and hips and moves very slow. Despite being an Elder, he tries to contribute to his clan when and where he can. He is very smart and isn't one to tolerate cruelty. His Family has never seen him raise his voice beyond a stern yip but if anyone was to ever put those he loves in danger... he would certainly show his wrath. || Heterosexual. Never had a mate or biological kits but I'd be lying if I told you that, even with his fifteen children, he doesn't get a little lonely. || Official adopted father of The Family. || ID number was 375. His barcode is on his hind right leg. || Blind. || Goldenstar. ||
Robinwood- Once great in size and a powerful fighter, but in his autumn years he has slowed down a bit, more content to talk out disagreements than unsheathe claws. Robinwood loves to climb trees and, nods to his namesake, shows a great specialty of hunting robins. He is a large bodied brown-ginger tom with wide paws and short, battle-scarred ears and yellow eyes. || cowbird.||
~Cinnamonsky(Cinnamonstar)- if one could describe Cinna in one word? Ah, yes. Attitude, attitude, attitude. This pretty she-cat is one of the most sharp-tongued creatures you will ever hope to meet. And she's irresistibly charming. If there is one thing you could possibly hate about Cinnamonstar, it's that you can't really hate her; even if you do! She is a fiery devil with mischief in her bones and a mean streak a mile long. But she is so kind and tender when she isn't being a total smart-alack that it's nearly impossible not to take the good with the bad. Even though she was named after her looks, it's her personality that fits Cinna so well. She's way too hot by herself but add a little sugar and she's down right delectable. Cinnamonstar is a rarity in her lineage, a red brindled she-cat with hues of dark brown, lighter red, and cream marbled in. She's stunning to look at, with silky fur and a flowy chest and tail. She has dark eyes, though they're miscolored; one is emerald green and one is midnight blue. She has a scar that runs across the eyebrow of her left eye- something she gained during the Frostbitten War. She is respectful but can be easily offended. Her pride and her kindness go hand in hand. One thing's for sure... There will never be another quite like Cinna. || Lionroar and Gorsewing's kit. Sister to Vanilladrop, Cypressprayer, Laurelwish(deceased), and Citrinekiss in the Watch. || Fawnheart's mate. Mother of Fawnheart's kits out of the late Burnednight: Rosepetal, Garnetlace, Pumpkinspice, Redfern, and Rowanberry. || Mentored: Lunarcharm(deceased), Ashrain, Muddystep, and Palesmoke. || Lives- 5: 1) Died in battle, 2) died from Fire Fever, 3) died from Fire Fever, 4) died from Fire Fever... || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
Whiskey - Very shabby and old Tom cat with a very distinct copper colouring similar to that of whiskey. He has darker ginger brown stripes throughout his pelt with a dash of light cream on his chest. Both of his ears are tattered from a long and harsh life as a rogue and a scar along his flank he got as a kitten after almost being run over by a combine tractor. Despite his rugged appearance whiskey is actually a good natured Tom who doesn’t want to pick a fight. However he doesn’t have much regard for rules or territorial borders made from any animal. He likes to go where he pleases and do what he pleases, making him a bit of a headache to clan cats. || Whiskey grew up on a brewery farm that made different types of strong liquor for two-legs. There he lived with his mother Shiraz and his two other literates Brandy and Scotch. There was a terrible accident in which his mother sacrificed herself to save her kittens from a Combine tractor which took her life. Whiskey and his siblings were raised by the two leg after. When he reached one year of age he set off on a life of solitude taking him wherever his paws took him. Whiskey sometimes uses two leg slang and can speak dog, fox, skunk and various bird dialects. || Mate to Mouseear and father of Woodenspire and Emeraldstone || Elder || Fawnhearts. ||
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 17:18:33 GMT -5
☁ A L L E G I A N C E S ☁
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~Cloudstar- The founder of CloudClan, Cloudstar is considered to be one of the kindest hearts in all of StarClan. He is noble, brave, wise, and humble. Cloudstar is a tall, broad-shouldered gray tom with silky fur and a white blaze on his chest that resembles a cloud. He has midnight blue eyes but they change colors with his mood and can sometimes be an emerald green. He has a regal appearance about him, both wild and elegant. He is part Russian Blue, part gray-and-white tabby. Cloudstar has white toes on all four paws, a white blaze between his eyes and white splashes throughout his pelt. He is very soft-spoken and he watches over CloudClan tirelessly. || Father to ... || Shimmersong's mate. || Died of old age. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Shimmersong(star)- Very pretty in a simple way, Shimmersong is a pale gray she-cat with cloudy black leopard rosettes and white under-toning. She has curved, almost rounded ears and black highlights and liner throughout her pelt. Her frame is smaller and she is built lithe and streamlined like a SkyClan cat. She became leader after her mate, Cloudstar, passed away. She retired as Shimmersong, though appreciates still called her Shimmerstar, she preferred her Warrior Name. She is very kind and gentle, having a soft spot for kits and Medicine Cats. She has dark, lovely emerald-green eyes. || Mother to... || Cloudstar's mate. || Died of old age. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Sunnysilk- Eccentric and bold, Sunnysilk was the first first Medicine Cat of CloudClan, originally a kittypet named 'Sunny' but nicknamed 'Silky' due to his glossy pelt. This optimistic, charismatic tom was dreaming of StarClan as a kit and found his calling when running into Cloudstar one night by chance. He saw, at last, the opportunity to fulfill his destiny and left his two-legs to serve CloudClan loyally even after his death. Sunnysilk is a soft, maroon colored tom with slightly darker tabby markings. He has white paws, muzzle, tail-tip, chest, and underbelly. He has calm, affectionate water blue eyes. || Willowpool's mate; Father to their living son, Osierwind, who arrived in CloudClan through some... Unusual circumstances. || Died of infection. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Gingerstar- a pretty ginger-and-white tabby she-cat with blazing green eyes. || Died in battle. ||
~Daylightrunner- a pale yellow/orange she-cat with baby blue eyes. || Hit by a monster. ||
~Dragonstar- a bold and fierce tan and black clouded tabby tom with bright green eyes. || Died of a broken heart. ||
~Eternalbrave/Eternalstar- glossy brown tom with piercing violet eyes. || Died of cancer. ||
~Songpaw- black and gray swirled she-cat with piercing grassy green eyes. || Fell to her death. ||
~Everlove- pretty black and gray marbled she-cat with dark, emerald green eyes. || Died of old age. ||
~Dogsoul- A tall, mottled black and brown tom with gray paws and amber eyes. He is kind but fierce when protecting those he loves, especially his mate. || Adopted son of Goldenstar. || Warrior. || Whiteleaf's mate; Father to Blizzardfoot, Gorsewing, Starlight and Smallscar. || Killed in a duel. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Tidekit- Littledrop and Ravenear. || Stillborn. ||
~Otterkit- Littledrop and Ravenear. || Stillborn. ||
~Mightystar - With a dark past but the brightest of futures, Mightystar is one of the most respected Warriors in the entire clan. He was born from the forced event of Rockstar and a Goldenstar impostor- Goldendeath. When the Leader returned, she welcomed him into her life and her family with open arms. He is kind and soft-spoken, but has a deep baritone voice. He is a massive, broad-shouldered, dark-golden tabby tom with dark, burnt-red markings. He is most often seen with his brothers Talonrush, Oakblaze, and Aldershade. The four of them together are the largest of their litters and Oakblaze and Aldershade are Rockstar's only true sons from Goldenstar. He has wisdom from a hard life; emotions reflecting in his deep, solemn amber-red eyes. It is said it will be he who will replace Goldenstar as leader when she meets her final death. || Ready for an apprentice. || Goldenstar(adopted) and Rockstar's son. || Miragefeather's mate; Father to Dreamrush and Palewhisker (Both in Moonclan) and Lionstar (Left to create LightClan). || Killed by The Rat Pack. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Glorysky- Handsome, well-built, muscular, and streamlined, this is a Warrior that was born and bred for lithe fighting, but this tom chose the peaceful, non-violent lifestyle. He's a golden tom with solid black paws and has black ears as well, though the right ear is fully colored and the left is only black at the tip. He has bright-blue eyes, the color around his pupils being a shade short of indigo. He has a very calm, relaxing voice and a kind disposition that made him once desired by various she-cats. Of all his great qualities, Glorysky is best known in CloudClan for his offspring. He fell in love with his mate as a young Warrior and their love blossomed into numbers nobody could have ever expected. Glorysky and Snowecho currently hold the record for living biological kits in CloudClan at one time, Snowecho having birthed three litters to make a grand total of fifty-five kits. All have seen adulthood and over a third of them are currently alive and living in CloudClan. It is by his great success as a father that gave Glorysky his respected status among his clanmates. || Son of Goldenstar of CloudClan. || Snowecho's mate; proud father of fifty-five kits. Adoptive father to Troutclaw and the late Sorroweyes. || Deeply devoted, happily in love with his long-running mate Snowecho. || StarClan Warrior; Died in a dog attack protecting two apprentices. || RPed by Goldenstar22. ||
~Nightmask- Perhaps the most deserving of the word "loyalty", Nightmask has been in CloudClan in one form or another for as long as the clan has been in creation. He is one of Goldenstar's best friends as well as one of her most loyal and trusted council toms. She always goes to him for advice and they spend much of their time together. He is very sleek looking, with midnight black fur that is streamlined and silky from his SkyClan roots. He has a faded silver muzzle and friendly, yet chilling, ice-blue eyes. He is known for being a Dragon Warrior, one of a few elite cats who have learned to master the art of fighting from the legendary Dragonstar. He is nearly unmatched in battle strategy and war intellect, though he is actually a very peaceful cat. || Waiting for an Apprentice. || Senior Warrior. || No mate and no kits. || Died in battle. || RPed by Goldenstar22. ||
~Whitescar- Very tall, but only because she's long-legged, Whitescar takes great pride in her appearance and her job. This kind she-cat got her name from being a solid, gorgeous misty-silver color with one white patch on her shoulder that almost looks like a fur scar. Her fur is light and feathery and plums at her body points. Her regal appearance isn't what sets her apart from the rest though; it's her 'I'm-up-for-anything, never-say-die' attitude. She spends most of her free-time wrestling with toms who think they're tough and tending to kits. Even after a battle that cost her two toes on her right forepaw, Whitescar has never lost her positive attitude. Her willingness to strive through whatever challenges life may have show strongest through her gorgeous fog-blue eyes. || She never lets the fact that she is minorly disabled slow her down, though it seems she's highly allergic to pollen. || 1st Medicine Cat-- the Clan's Senior Healer. Her apprentice was Jetstream. || No mate; Justicestorm is her only son. || Died from blunt force trauma to the skull. || RPed by Goldenstar22.||
~Icesong- Very cheery, very wise, but often very work-obsessed is this gorgeous, moon-silver she-cat. Her fur is feathery, short, and soft to the touch. It fans out around her stomach and tail. She has one golden-furred hind paw that fades into the gray of her pelt. Icesong has been known for being a clutz, even though she's a well-respected and well-liked medicine cat. She's always hurting herself while trying to help others. She had a bad stroke of luck with toms and was often afraid to try and court at Anlach. Her positive and upbeat attitude, however, makes her a favorite babysitter and storyteller for kits and cats of all ages, a special trait she says she inherited from her mother. Her deep blue eyes are another thing she inherited from her mother. || She does not like bees! || 2nd Medicine Cat. || No mate and no kits. || Died of old age. || RPed by Goldenstar22 .||
~Lifewar- big, burly short-furred white tom with gray-tipped ears and a gray blaze across his nose. || Died in battle. ||
~Lostheart- pale silver tom with a black chest and green eyes. || Adopted- born in Berylclan. || Blueface's mate- father to Lilacdew and Lilyfrost. || Died of old age. ||
~Blueface- once pretty gray tabby she-cat with blue stripes on her face and amber eyes. || Lostheart's mate- mother to Lilacdew and Lilyfrost. || Killed herself with Yew. ||
~Jewelprint- pretty, snow white she-cat with jewel red markings. Crystal blue eyes. || Killed by Goldenstar. ||
~Dapplekit- a black she-cat with gray dapples across the upper part of her body and soft, baby blue eyes. || Citrinestar and Nightlegend's daughter. First litter. || Stillborn. ||
~Glitterkit- a pretty black she-cat with orange flecks across the upper part of her body and fiery, molten orange eyes. || Citrinestar and Nightlegend's daughter. First litter. || Stillborn. ||
~Flintkit- a short-furred tom with slate gray coloration and black tabby markings. He has icy blue eyes. || Citrinestar and Nightlegend's son. First litter. || Stillborn. ||
~Burnedkit- a long furred tom with a shocking red pelt that is littered with crimson stripes and paler dapples. Acidic orange eyes. || Citrinestar and Nightlegend's son. Second litter. || Stillborn. ||
~Poppylight- pale yellow she-cat with a white nose and green eyes. || One-Ear's mate. || Died from Old age. ||
~One-Ear- pale white tom with gray paws, blue eyes, and one ear. || Formally the oldest cat in Clouclan. || Poppylight's mate. || Died from natural causes. ||
~Venomcall- A very odd, very charismatic tom who is a living contradiction. His very appearance is odd. Venomcall is a caramel-brown tom with even black swirls up all four of his legs that stop where his haunches and hips are, fading into the main color of his pelt. His tail is black and fades into the small point of his rear. Outlining the black is red tipped fur, this red tipped fur also blending up into the cheeks of his face to give him a very jolly appearance. Despite his strange color pallet, it is actually his inability to cease movement that makes him stand out among his clanmates. Back when he was a Medicine Cat Apprentice for CrystalClan, Venomcall rescued a kit from being attacked by a viper. The snake's fangs struck his spine and damaged some nerves, causing the tom to have uncontrollable spasms in his hind legs, hips and tail ever since. Despite his disability, Venomcall is a very positive tom and always encourages everyone he meets to just "keep their head up". He has soft, sweet blue eyes that display his emotions like words from a book. || Honeydrop's mate; Father to Mintkit (Miscarried), Maplefern, Columbinebreeze, and Almondthicket. || Even being an optimistic kitty, Venomcall is often nervous and jumpy. He is terrified of snakes. || 2nd Medicine Cat. || Died from infection. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Goldenstar- A truly beautiful she-cat, Goldenstar is the legendary Leader of CloudClan. She has passed away many times but continued to come back; as it is her curse to protect CloudClan until she is "no longer needed". She is gentle, wise, sweet, and compassionate. Loyalty, passion, and motherly instinct rule her. She is the color of melted butter and her fur is soft, silky, and satin-like. Even though she has aged, she has done so gracefully and is a beautiful, regal old feline. Her nose, ears, and paws pads are a soft shade of pink. She cares deeply for everyone she meets and is often overly trusting and open. She often helps out in the nursery and aids Queens in feeding their kits as she never stops producing milk. She has had many kits, from birth and adopting, and is very well-suited to be a mother. Despite her kind attributes, Goldenstar has a nasty temper, though her true anger is rarely seen. Her last defining physical features are her sapphire-blue eyes that change shades of blue with her mood. || She is afraid of the dark as well as thunderstorms and lightning, but she does loves the rain. || Lives; 0. || Rockstar's mate; Mother to Skyleap, Icesong, Nightlegend, Blazeflight, Glorysky, Firebringer, Sunroar, Rattail, Stoppedfall, Elkgrove, Lionroar, Rosedream, Flamenose, Quietroar(Adopted), Brindlestar, Oakblaze, Victoryecho, Cloverbloom, Aldershade, Wrenflight, Mightyheart, Newsong(adopted), Rubyblossom, Garnetbloom, Opalsong, Diamondwing, Topazdash, Silverlark, Goldwing, and Sapphirebell. || Died of natural causes. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Justicestorm- A large solid gray tom with white paws, Justicestorm is as mysterious and complex as his name and origin. He has a thick, long tail with a black tail-tip that he is famous for using as a weapon. He is the son of the late Saberfang and Medicine Cat Whitescar and is very proud of his lineage and finds strength in knowing has a family to live up to. He is wise, noble, brave, and kind. He has often been known to put his own life on the line to protect others. He has justice-holding blue eyes. || Senior Warrior. || Gorseclaw's mate (PhoenixClan cat); Father to Creedrise and Prickleflame (Both also of PheonixClan). || Died in battle. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Firebringer- A very bold, brave, and intelligent tom, Firebringer has been in the New CloudClan since its creation, seeming to have the same immortal attributes as his mother for dying and coming alive again. He was born in Ancient CloudClan and is the first born kit of Goldenstar in her reincarnated life as the Leader of CloudClan. He is also the only surviving kit of his mother's very first litter. He is at an average height for a tom and has very distinct ThunderClan, SkyClan, and ultimately CloudClanian features. His pads are thick and darkly colored and he has a long, rudder like tail for balance and stealth. He is known to be a trusted friend and advice giver and tends to hang around his family members. He is a bright orange tom with a lighter golden haze to his pelt that displays both his parents pelt colors. His eyes are a bright forest-green with darker green rings near the iris. He takes pride in being Goldenstar's eldest son and a Senior Warrior but lately, he's been showing his age. || Eldest son of Goldenstar of Cloudclan and Firestar of Thunderclan. || Senior Warrior. || Complicated relationship standing with Vipersong. || Died in battle. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Lilydrift- One of the better known cats in the clan, this tiny, white she-cat with silver dapples (that slightly resemble hearts) is best known as a Medicine Cat, even though she is a Warrior. Lilydrift is the reincarnated soul of the long lost Queen Softheart, though her spirit-keeper tends to let her live her own life. She is very kind and very wise, often giving advice to others and singing to calm anyone in trouble. She has teal-blue eyes that are streaked with lilac. Her relationship with her beloved mate is well chronicled and looked upon with fondness. She is quiet and soft spoken, but does enjoy chatting when spoken to and is always read to listen. || Waiting for an Apprentice. || Senior Warrior. || Springblaze's mate; Mother to Sugarwillow and their 2nd litter. || Killed by the Rat Pack. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Nightlegend- Shrouded in mystery and cloaked in secrets, this is one tom that was a phenomena to many of his clanmates. Even in his old age, his fur is jet-black, well-kept, and amazingly glossy. Perhaps it is his sleek, shiny pelt that helps him slide in and out of shadows unseen and unnoticed. Many rumors linger around Nightlegend, including the suspicion that he is in fact a ghost and not a true cat at all. He is rarely seen, and most definitely rarely heard... Unless he's working. With his deep, soulful midnight-blue eyes, however, loyal friends and family would surely differ with the doubts of his existence. || Citrinestar's mate; Father to Jaywhisper, Brackenrose, and Shadowkeeper. || It has been rumored that Nightlegend is actually afraid of the dark, but no one has ever asked him. || 1st Medicine Cat. || Died in the Great Blood War. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Creekstar- Devilishly handsome, no longer the rugged, aged, and mysterious tom that he was when he was alive, Creekstar is noble, quiet, and wise. He is lean but muscular. His feathery-fur returned and is no longer thick and heavy and patchy in some places. He is an unusual blue marbled tom with silver, gray, and white to complete the marbled coloration. He is still quite stunning to look at, what with his one bold yellow eye, the other scarred white long ago. But it is not his charming looks he is famous for. The loyal leader once, as a young tom, fell in love, mated, and had kits with the Deputy of StreamClan; who was the StreamClan leader's daughter. He was banished from the clan, only to be allowed back one night later. Time has helped others to respect him again, but there are those who still, to this day, frown upon him and don't view him as a good Leader. Not too long after his kits were made Warriors, Creekstar separated from his once beloved Littledrop, who was briefly mates with his brother, Ravenear. Despite the betrayal, he still loves his kits and has seemingly managed to maintain a relationship with his brother and his ex. Even though, all that know and love him know that he has been changed forever because of the pain he experienced in his youth and it has made him hardhearted over time. || Is the 16th kit from Glorysky and Snowecho's 3rd litter. || Littledrop's former mate; Father of Coralwish, Splashpelt, Aquagleam, and Currentstomp. || Was briefly seduced by Lilyfrost before his death. || Was murdered by Lilyfrost. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Diamondstar- Often described as "a rugged tom in a pretty she-cat's body", Diamondstar is very unusual. She has the gorgeous looks and airy, petite build of an elegant female, but tends to act more rough and playful like a tom. She often practices and spars with male Warriors and Apprentices. Despite having a smaller frame which she inherited from her mother's side of the family tree, her long legs seem to disguise the fact that they only make her slightly taller than some of her relatives. She is outgoing and very independent. Complimenting her personality are her pretty looks. She is a gorgeous, soft gray color that sometimes has a pale gray look to it like her father's coat. She has white paws, a white tail-tip, muzzle, blaze, and even the outlining of her eyes and her ears are white. She has huge, spirited sky-blue eyes. Diamondstar came into power after Creekstar's mysterious death. She knows she isn't a permanent fixture, and due to this has not taken on her nine leaves and has chosen to dedicate just the one to Cloudclan. She is firmly dedicated to her clan, being leader, and keeping everyone safe. She has no time for distractions... Mostly. || Is the 5th kit from Rockstar and Goldenstar's 3rd litter. Sister to Rubyblossom, Garnetbloom, Goldwing, Opalcharm, Topazdash, Sapphirebell, Silverlark, and Songwisp. || No mate and no kits. || Formerly the Warrior, Diamondwing. || Died in the Battle of the Forest. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Victoryecho- The wildflower of her litter, Victoryecho is a spark and a half. She is very opinionated and is never afraid to question authority if she feels it is necessary and might prove important. She can be hotheaded, sharp-tongued, and even a bit forceful when she feels the need to be. Despite her spark-plug attitude, she is quite respectful and polite to those who she believes deserve her honor. Victoryecho, for all of her strength and wit, however, is often heard saying that she got the shallow end of the 'pretty' gene pool. She isn't a very attractive she-cat and is often mistaken for a tom. She is long-legged and tall, a bit awkwardly built for a she-cat with a large frame and wide shoulders. She looks like a mini mountain lion with her broad face and slightly rounded ears. Despite how she sees herself; what with her hoards of scars, her tattered ears, and her massive frame, she cannot hide the fact that she is somehow still 'pretty'. Victoryecho is a soft, pale yellow color with light gray dapples melted into her pelt. She has elements of both her parents in her personality, something easily reflected in her one ice-blue eye and one sapphire-blue eye. || Is the 1st kit from Rockstar and Goldenstar's 2nd litter. Sister to Aldershade, the deceased Cloverbloom, and Wrenflight. || No Mate; Mother to Cloverblade(Zebrafur), Rockshadow(Arrowmask), and Valorpledge(Rowanoak). || Senior Warrior. || Died in the Battle of the Forest. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Rubyblossom- Never seen without her twin sister Garnetbloom, both she-cats were the first of their litter to receive their Warrior status in CloudClan. She is a mellow cat, with a calm disposition and a sweet personality. There is a rumor that she's partially blind, but no one has ever really asked her about it. She is lovely to look at with silky fur the color of ruby jewels. She has white socks on her front paws and white paws on her hind legs. She has gorgeous, icy-blue eyes. She left CloudClan with her twin sister in the first meeting in Cloud Valley. She did this to help BerylClan, who was low in numbers at the time and needed more members. She also did it to eliminate some of Goldenstar's blood from the clan. || Is the 1st kit of Rockstar and Goldenstar 3rd litter. || Senior Warrior. || Died in the Battle of the Forest. || RPed by Goldenstar. || Spirit Stone; Ruby. ||
~Garnetbloom- Never seen without her twin sister, Garnetbloom was the second of her litter to receive her Warrior status. She is a mellow cat, with a calm disposition but capable of displaying a firecracker personality. This is because she is easily offended and is known to have a bit of an attitude when confronted in a way she doesn't like. Like her twin sister, she has a lovely appearance with silky fur the color of garnet jewels. She has white socks on her front paws and white paws on her hind legs. She has gorgeous, icy-blue eyes. She left CloudClan with her twin sister in the first meeting in Cloud Valley. She did this to help BeryClan, who was low in numbers at the time and needed more members. She also did it to eliminate some of Goldenstar's blood from the clan. || Is the 2nd kit of Rockstar and Goldenstar's 3rd litter. || Senior Warrior. || No mate and No kits. || RPed by Goldenstar. || Died in the Battle of the Forest. ||
~Sapphirebell- This she-cat is a definite diamond in the rough. She's one of a kind for her attitude alone. Her motto is "Never give up, only get better." As an Apprentice, she was praised by the Elders for her positive attitude no matter what she was doing. There doesn't seem to be a pessimistic bone in her body. She's also built differently from her sisters. While she is a bit shorter than the average she-cat, like her mother and littermates, she does not have the long legs some of her sisters have. Her body, however, is sleek and streamlined and her figure is beautiful and certainly feminine. She has a pleasant voice and many love to talk to her...and look at her. She has a beautiful, glossy and plumed coat that is pure silver and highlighted with gray streaks that blend into the silver and make her pelt look like a shimmering stream during a full moon. She has her father's pale blue-white eyes that are rimmed a sapphire-blue around the pupil. || Is the 7th kit from Rockstar and Goldenstar's 3rd litter. || No mate; Mother to Hawkflight, Mintgem, and Inkspell. || Died in Battle of the Forest. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Pixiedancer- Very sweet and soft-spoken, Pixiedancer is one of the nicest cats you'll ever meet. She doesn't have a mean bone in her body. She's oddly pretty too, but in a more average way. She has short, soft fur while her pelt is white with ginger splotches and her eyes are a pretty crystal-blue. She was almost always with her twin sister, Paintsong, as the two depended on each-other. Pixiedancer was born with no sense of balance and her sister kept her right on track. Since the Great Blood War in CloudClan when Paintsong was killed, Pixiedancer hasn't been the same. She was unable to deal with life without her and left to join BerylClan to start over and escape her sister's memories. She's very heartbroken and heavily depressed. She is very thankful to again be with her brother, Rustyspear, and she prefers not to be without him. She often is clumsy and bumps into things. || Is the 1st kit from Flamenose and Littlepatch's litter. Sister to Paintsong, Magicheart, and Spellfaith. Half-sister to Rustyspear, Sparrowflint, Everchance, and Wispwood. || No sense of balance. || No mate and no kits. || Senior Warrior. || Died in the Battle of the Forest. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Rustyspear- Always ready to go hunt and train, this handsome, stark-white tom was often Goldenstar's cure when she felt depressed; he can make anyone laugh! He is tall with a muscular build like his father, Flamenose. Unfortunately, even as a Warrior in Cloudclan, he maintained the attitude of a hotshot apprentice with an ego problem. He is a rare calico tom, his fur mottled with bright ginger and black patches that compliment his golden-yellow eyes. He left CloudClan with a few others at the first meeting of the clans since CloudClan returned to Cloud Valley. He left thinking that BerylClan and CloudClan would never go to war and knowing he'd be more valued in the smaller, struggling BerylClan. He hasn't been the same since his brother, Sparrowflint, was killed during the Great Blood War. || Is the 1st kit from the late Flamenose and Embergem's litter. Brother to now deceased Sparrowflint, Everchance, and Wispwood in CloudClan. Half-brother to Pixiedancer, the deceased Paintsong, Magicheart, and Spellfaith. || Ready for an apprentice. || Senior Warrior. || No mate and no kits. || Died in the Battle of the Dark Forest. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Firepledge- Firepledge is the image of what every apprentice strives to be; loyal and respected, in that he knows how to act and still retain his own individual character. He is just barely taller than the average tom, but he is incredibly handsome in being both lean-bodied and a bit muscular. His pelt is a deep ginger with medium-length, sleek but slightly coarse fur; sometimes spiking up a bit in certain places, giving him the look of a true forest cat. He has brown paws along with a thick brown stripe that is the width of his spine and starts from the top of his nose, over his spine and ends to cover his tail tip. His fiery amber eyes always express how he feels, making it easy for other cats to gauge his true emotions and easy for him to get along with others in that they know he would not try to hide anything from them. But at the same time it does make him a bit of a terrible liar. || Is the 10th kit from Glorysky and Snowecho's 3rd litter. || Sundrop's Mate; Father to Sparrowtalon, Owlbelly, Cardinalwings, and Starlinghex. || Killed by rats in the Battle of the Forest. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Robinsong- Chipper and positive, this sleek-furred, pretty black she-cat is always ready to get up and go! She's always on the morning patrol and always the first one up. Robinsong got her name from the ginger chest-fur against her black pelt that reminds one of a robin's chest. Oddly enough, she has learned to chirp and sing like a robin. It isn't only a pastime, but it's also a hunting method. Her fur is silky and of medium length, her tail feathery and plumed. Robinsong's favorite self-asset are her gorgeous light amber eyes. || Is the 11th kit from Glorysky and Snowecho's 3rd litter. || No mate and no kits. || Senior Warrior. || RPed by Goldenstar22. ||
~Sparrowtalon- a dark gingery brown tom with darker tabby stripes. He has three white legs up to his elbow and his front left paw is white. He has fairly long, thick, spiky fur, with a slight spiky ruff around his neck. He has a light pink nose, white whiskers and one light blue, one deep amber eye. He is enthusiastic and funny, the joker of his litter. He isn't the best at everything, but he tries hard and what he wants to do, but if he finds something he doesn't care for he doesn't pay any attention. He loves adventure and excitement. He loves to hunt and spends most of his time out in the forest, even with the threat of the Rat Pack ever lingering in the shadows. || Heavily claustrophobic. || Is the 1st kit from Firepledge and Sundrop's litter. || No mate and no kits. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Owlbelly- He has solid light golden fur all around except for around his left eye, where there is a white patch. He has a very short, very thick, very dense pelt. His whiskers are short and stubby, much like his legs. He is the runt of the litter, and all in all a bit odd. His large, closely set deep golden eyes often cross and his thick tail is rather short. He is quite a simple cat, really, and is easily amused. He tries his best to please, but often messes up instead. He always means well, and is a very gentle-hearted tom with the most pure of intentions. He is quite a tubby kitty due to his huge appetite. He is quite absent minded, so wouldn't do well as a medicine cat, but sometimes feels useless as a warrior. He is constantly trying to find himself, and in doing so, often eats his feelings away in attempt to comfort his feeling of insufficiency. A. Total. Momma's. Boy. || The Derpy of the clan! || Is the 4th kit from Firepledge and Sundrop's litter. || No mate and no kits. But would LOVE both and he would be a wonderful, attentive father and mate. || Rped by Goldenstar.||
~Thistlescar- A very temperamental tom, Thistlescar tends to constantly be on the Leader's bad side.. Well, if the Leader is kin to Goldenstar that is. While time and his late mate Morningsong have taken away his once deep hatred, he is still shrewd and closed-minded and extremely developed in tradition to the point that he doesn't like anyone who breaks the Warrior Code; especially Goldenstar since she didn't follow it point by point. He refuses to listen to anything that comes out of Creekstar's mouth and vehemently supported Brindledawn's decision to forbid love outside the clan when she had been leader. It is rumored he would only ever love someone who could see the world as he sees it and disagrees with any abomination. But this changed when Morningsong, Goldenstar's granddaughter and most accepting of the tom, melted his heart and became his mate; inadvertently changing him in the process. Unfortunately, her death has caused him to slightly return to his critical nature. He is often sharp-mouthed and curt though ferociously loyal and extremely gifted in battle. He is solid black and well-muscled, his ears are rounded and torn from past battles. His nose is furrowed with deep scars and some of his whiskers are permanently short. He has dark, thistle-colored green eyes. Age has caused his handsome features to diminish slightly since his scars aged poorly, but his daughter Specklesong dotes on him with love and admiration. Being Morningsong's legacy, Thistlescar is fiercely protective of his daughter and is devoted to keeping her happy. || Morningsong's mate; Father to Specklesong. || Senior Warrior. || Died in the Battle of the Forest. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Lynxcreed- The first born of Banditstar, Leader of the Bandit League, and his mate Bloodyrose. This tom is broad and set with muscle and rigged in scars. He's built like a lynx(but smaller obviously), his ears pointed and tuffed, his tail bobbed, his face angular and wild-looking. His paws are massive but he's light on them. He's an odd color, his fur thick and rich, a shade that's a liquid kind of chocolate brown. He has darker brown socks of different lengths on his legs; his right hind leg being dark brown nearly to his hip, while the left is only the toes. His forelegs are the same, his left leg shaded brown mid-arm and the right barely to his ankle. He has the same darker brown muzzle and his whiskers are black. He has dark browns streaks that rim his eyes and run from his tear-ducts to the corner of his mouth. His most distinguishing feature, however, besides the fact he's part lynx, are his insanely beautiful, velvet red-ember eyes. He's like a cat red-velvet cake! His voice is smooth and dreamy. Lynxcreed was considered the heir to Banditstar's legacy but he disagrees in every way with his father. He believes in peace and righteousness and is planning to rebel to save those of his kind who want to be free of his father's tyrannical rule. He betrayed his family by joining CloudClan. He is noble and true and hardworking. He is known for being mild-mannered and steady, the best of the best at remaining calm. Despite his list of good traits, this tom hides a horrible secret. || Senior Warrior. || Silverlark's mate; Father to Skyfrost, Primrosedawn, and Fawnwhisper by the late Dustpetal of BanditClan. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Rattail- battle-scarred but kind at heart, Rattail has had a very interesting life. He was born from the love-lust relationship of Goldenstar and her former longtime best friend and Senior Warrior, Scarbelly. He greatly resembles his father, with his brown-gray fur color and amber eyes. His facial and body structure even mirrors his father's own, though his pelt is a lighter shade and feathered like his mother. When he was young, Rattail's litter was caught in a camp fire and his tail was burned. The fur never grew back and his bare-tail helped earn him his Warrior Name, which he wears like a badge of honor. After all, how many cats can say they got burned alive and lived? He can. And his positive, courageous attitude makes him looked up to by not only his kin, but his clan as well. || Is the 1st kit of Scarbelly and Goldenstar's litter. Stoppedfall and Skyleap's brother. || No mate and no kits. || Senior Warrior. || RPed by Goldenstar22. || Died of old age- 32 years old. ||
~Lionroar- this tom is considered one of the most admired in the entire clan. Perhaps that's from being almost a mirror image of his mother in both appearance and personality. Lionroar is a handsome, shimmering golden tom with silky fur and sapphire-blue eyes; the familiar traits of Goldenstar. He is noble, brave, and true. Despite his kind personality, Lionroar has been well-known to have a nasty temper. It's just rarely seen since he is very good at keeping his cool, more so than his mother. He is known for being an amazing mentor and is ferociously loyal to his clan and his family. || Son of Goldenstar. || Waiting for an Apprentice. || Gorsewing's mate; Father to their three litters of 14 kits. || Senior Warrior. || RPed by Goldenstar22. || Died of Greencough. ||
~Rosedream- With a shady past but a positive attitude, Rosedream can be a hothead when aggravated. She was adopted by Goldenstar when the Leader had given birth to Rattail, Stoppedfall, and Skyleap. She considers herself blessed, for she would have died had the she-cat not taken her in. She has odd, angular facial features that suggest she's from a foreign lineage. She has gorgeous, dark cream fur that is thick and of a medium length. Her pelt is faded with white points that melt into her rich fur color. Her eyes are bright and sky blue. She is loyal, funny, and kind. She has an odd habit for singing all the time, something found both adorable and annoying by others. || Adopted daughter of Goldenstar. || No mate and no kits. Waiting for an Apprentice. || Senior Warrior. || RPed by Goldenstar22. ||
~Topazdash- Very outgoing and affectionate, Topazdash is one of the most 'up-for-anything' cats in the clan. Oddly enough, she is very, very paranoid of doing things that might get her in trouble. She doesn't like to be yelled at, her fear of thunder and lightning further attesting to the fact that anything unusually loud makes her uncomfortable. But she's furiously loyal and extremely caring, often caring so much that it hinders her. She puts others before herself to the point it sometimes isn't healthy. She got pregnant as an apprentice by the late Brickpaw, who was killed by a fox. She doesn't let that experience slow her down, however, and believes in his words of "love each day". She is easy to look at with her stunning, silky, dark blue-gray pelt that has a lighter blue-gray undertone that compliments her topaz-blue eyes. She left CloudClan to join BerylClan and start fresh and to eliminate some of Goldenstar's blood from the clan. || Is the 6th kit from Rockstar and Goldenstar's 3rd litter. Sister to Rubyblossom, Garnetbloom, Goldwing, Opalcharm, Diamondwing, Sapphirebell, Silverlark, and Songwisp || Mate to the late Brickpaw; Mother to Tansypurr, Canarytrill, and Crimsonsmoke. || Senior Warrior. || RPed by Goldenstar22. || Spirit Stone; Topaz ||
~Brindledawn- Seemingly much older than she is simply for her wisdom and solemn beauty, Brindledawn is a silky, silver-and-white brindle she-cat with dark blue eyes that are crisscrossed with white scarring and are partially sightless (although she can see in her dreams and during visions). Oddly enough, it isn't her physical appearance that has made her well known in the clan. She was previously a clan leader and became possessed by the dark spirit of Gingerbloom, her half-sister. She waged war on Cloudclan's long-time allies, Berylclan, and even cast some of her own kin out of CloudClan for disloyalty. Many lives were lost and it will be a long time before she is truly forgiven for what she has done. To help avenge one of the greater losses, the death of her brother and Senior Medicine Cat, Nightlegend, Brindledawn stepped down into the ranks of the clan Healers. She is best known now for her selfless, kind heart and being one who is very slow to anger- as she was before her disastrous leadership. When around friends, however, her fragile emotions of guilt and depression are easily seen behind her usually calm, wise, and patient demeanor. She actually gets easily upset and easily offended, as well as overly emotional at times. She takes great pride in her lineage and is extremely affectionate with her kin. Even when crossed, she isn't likely to hold a grudge and is very understanding and forgiving. || Is the 2nd kit from Rockstar and Goldenstar's 1st litter. || Never had a mate but adopted Gryffincry and Ovallake as her own kits. || She's terrified of storms. Has 2 lives remaining from leadership; is to use them for good: 1) Struck by lightning, 2) Died in Battle, 3) Gave to Opalcharm, 4) Gave to Darkfrost, 5) Gave to Lilacdew, 6) Died of Greencough, 7) Gave to Coconutsky, 8) Gave to Ashrain. 9) Gave to Ovallake during her kitting to spare her life. || RPed by Goldenstar . ||
~Spellfaith- The oddball of her litter, Spellfaith was often mistaken for a Medicine Cat and a Stargazer by her past Cloudclan clanmates and so she ultimately elected to join Berylclan until the two groups were united after the Battle of the Forest. She seems to come off as intimidating quite often through her simple but unusual beauty. She is a slender, striking black she-cat with a white patch on her nose. It is said she foresees prophecies and speaks to spirits of Starclan, which is what lead to her change from the life of a Warrior to a Medicine Cat. Despite being quiet and awkward at times, Spellfaith is actually quite kind and delightful to be around. Her most intimidating features are her dark, Malachite-green eyes. || Is the 4th kit from Flamenose and the late Littlepatch's litter. Sister to the late Pixiedancer, late Paintsong, and late Magicheart. Half-sister to the late Rustyspear, late Sparrowflint, late Everchance, and late Wispwood. || Is the feline equivalent of a witch. || Mates with Emeraldgaze. Adopted mother of Fogpaw(Fogspell), Mousepaw(Mouseear), and Tatteredpaw(Tatteredleaf). || Spirit Stone from her time in Berylclan; Malachite. || Was murdered in her sleep by Talcshade of the Dark Forest (formally of Berylclan). || Goldestar. ||
~Darkfrost- Originally named Frostleap, Darkfrost was renamed for his stunning, midnight-blue eyes. Despite the rather dreary name, Darkfrost is actually quite positive. Regal, kind, softhearted, and sometimes playful, this pale, fog-gray tom is often seen with his younger brother, Shadedfur. He has pale white tabby stripes that, when coupled with his pale fur, give him a nearly spirit-like appearance. His voice is soft and soothing and it is said Goldenstar used to call him to sing for the Elder's who were in need of companionship when he was younger. He lost a lot of family during the Battle of the Forest and was the second cat asked to help form the Clan's Watch. He agreed that the clan needed more protection and didn't hesitate to accept the offer. He hasn't been the same since the war, having lost many of his siblings and many cousins. He also saw death and destruction unlike any before it. Despite his actual personality traits, Darkfrost is a very tormented soul now and indulges in his work to try and distract him from his pain. This poor tom even suffers from terrible nightmares, something that not even Twilightmoon has been able to cure. || Glorysky and Snowecho's kit. Brother to the late Lionroar and the late Cloudtalon- brother to Drizzledawn. || No mate and no kits. || Killed by Darkcedar and Demonfang. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Arrowmask- Kind, polite, and tender, this purebred tom gives off the air that he believes he is better than everyone else though that is not the case at all. He had a tough upbringing, raised as a show cat kittypet to abusive Two-Leg owners. He is a handsome cat, with well-groomed silky fur that is caught somewhere between silver and cream. He is a Lilac Point Balinese tom with faded lilac-gray points and a plumed tail. He is soft spoken and gentle, his kindness and wisdom showing clearly through his soft blue eyes. || Senior Warrior. Watcher. || Father of Rockshadow by the late Victoryecho. || Died of old age/a broken heart. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Xhii- a white and gray Serval cat with soulful gray eyes. || Died in an avalanche. She also walks in the sky of the Tribe of Endless Hunting. || Goldenstar. ||
^Redpine- Hardened by moons of experience, Redpine isn't the kind of cat you want to take lightly. When he was in his prime, he was a tall, sturdy warrior with deep red fur and piercing green eyes. Over the years, his fur has grown wiry and scarred from battle and a long scar runs down his left eye from The Battle of the Forest. He tells others that his scar is a permanent reminder to him of the hell that occurred in that fight. He's always been a strict, military style attitude type of tom, and you probably have never seen him smile. That is, unless you'd seen him with his beloved, Creamdapple. She was the only cat who could bring him down from his fighting stance and make him enjoy the pleasures of life. The only one who could make him smile. Not even his own son, Rowansky, could replicate the feeling that his late mate gave to him. In fact, if you'd ever felt the strict paw of RedPine come down on you, it would have been nothing compared to how hard it came down on his son. When Rownsky was merely a kit, Redpine knew in an instant that this small, feeble looking child was going to need to be pushed. But even with constant training and a strict upbringing, Redpine knew it wasn't good enough. He figured his only son would end up a mateless medicine cat, or killed in the line of duty. When Creamdapple passed away in the cold winter, Redpine didn't seem as if he was hurting on the outside due to his stern pride, but he had become shattered and hollow on the inside. Soon afterwords, he renounced his warrior status and swore himself to the Clan Watch. He told his son that he would rather die for his clan on the Watch than rot in the elder's den for the rest of eternity. || His mate was Creamdapple, passed away from fever, only son is Rowansky|| He is often seen sitting atop a watchtower at night, which is how he spends most of his small amount of free time || Killed by Scarlet and her son. || Viperstar||
Blanche- Description: Blanche was a slender white 39 moon old she cat with blue eyes. She was a caring cat who loved her kits dearly. She was loyal to her mate, never taking another. || Family information; Mate: Darkclaw, Mother of Quietstream, Wildsong(Lily), Hawkflame (Leroy) || Blanche met a cat known to her as Darkpelt, actually Darkclaw, falling in love with him and the idea of joining CloudClan, he visited her each time she had a kit always promising to bring them all to CloudClan saving them from their abusive twoleg owner, while she waited she for him, she decided to send Quietstream close to the border, hoping that his father would find him. She returned before her twoleg found out, but she couldn’t risk leaving again. As her kits grew her youngest tried protecting her and his sister. She was eventually killed defending her kits. Mentally scarring both of her kits. || Heterosexual || Deceased || rockydublin ||
*Vipersong- Adopted daughter of Goldenstar, mate of Firebringer. || Rped by Viperstar. ||
Duskstep - Massive Black tom cat with a silvery ruffle of fur around his throat giving him a mane like appearance, he also has a giant silvery tail that is very feathered, he has feathering behind his legs, which makes him even bigger in appearance. Duskstep has very pale bright green eyes that almost look white, giving him a ghostly appearance. Duskstep is an incredibly reserved feline making him very intimidating, he is very strict to the warrior code and it runs in his veins with every word. He was known for his strong loyalty towards Cloudclan and alas his love towards his mate and daughters || Mate is Ripplelight, daughters are Hollycloud and Silvermist || Starclan Warrior || Fawnhearts
Ripplelight - A silver short haired Abyssian she-cat. She has very distinct features of the breed, including high slender cheek bones, tall pointed ears, a slender frame and very tall legs. Ripplelight has silvery fur on the top half of her body, getting darker to her dorsal stripe and white fur on the underneath. Ripplelight is known for her incredibly bubbly personality, she is a she-cat who loves to love and will give her clan mates the fur off her back if it meant helping another. Many believed her gentler personality would better suit her for the path of a medicine cat but she wanted her own family so she pursued her life as a warrior not regretting any moment of it || Mate Duskstep, Daughters Hollycloud and Silvermist || Starclan Warrior || Fawnhearts ||
~Hawkflight- incredibly independent and ferociously sassy, Hawkflight is the spitting image of her father. She's a tortoiseshell dappled with dark gray, cream, and black fur. She has wild, vivid amber eyes that can go from pale hazel to dark brown with her emotions. Despite her initial appearance, it's actually her attitude that has everyone telling her that she's a carbon copy of her old man. Hawkflight used to constantly fight with her mother because Sapphirebell wanted to take care of her, pamper her, and love her obsessively but Hawkflight didn't understand that her mother fussed over her from the past trauma she feels from losing her mother, father, sister, and mate within a year. Hawkflight can be very aggressive, mouthy, and hotheaded. She despises any type of affection and takes out her bitterness by hunting and feverishly battle training- so joining the Watch was a no-brainer. Hawkflight, despite her rugged disposition, deep down, appreciates the love and support of her family. Even though she truly did love her mother dearly, she still felt a void without the love of the father she was so often told stories about. That void has only spread with the loss of her mother as well during the Battle of the Forest. Just like her father, underneath her layer of grit, there is a kind soul... Somewhere. She joined the Watch to escape the memories of her mother and to be something more than she was. And now as Captain, she has buried herself in her work and leads the band with solidarity and honor. || The late Sapphirebell and the late Hawkpath's daughter. Sister to Mintgem and Inkspell. || No mate and no kits. || Former Captain of the Clan's Watch. Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Drizzledawn- This she-cat is easily identified, not for her looks or her body, but for her voice and her laugh- something that isn't heard too often now since the death of her only remaining sibling and former Captain of the Watch, Darkfrost. Drizzledawn still has one of the purest, most innocent voices that there is to be heard. Even though she doesn't really laugh much anymore, she still will sing on occasion but mostly she just hums under her breath. Drizzledawn tends to sleep away from the other Watchers most days and is only genuinely happy when it's raining- and she still will dance and frolic about in warmer showers. Drizzledawn is shy and soft spoken, but in her increasing age she has been shown to have a gentle spirit and a motherly attitude toward those younger than her. She still enjoys talking with the Elders, Medicine Cats, Queens, and Kits. Oddly enough, she gets along better with those older than her, her best friend having been the late Whitescar. She is very pretty with short, thick fur that is blue-gray in coloration. She has one white forepaw, which is on the right side, and powder-blue eyes. She turned down the opportunity to be the Captain of the Watch- sick with grief over her brother's murder and also intimidated by the amount of responsibility it included. || Glorysky and Snowecho's kit. Sister to the late Cloudtalon and late Lionroar. Also sister to the late Darkfrost. || No mate and no kits. || Former member of the Clan's Watch. Died in the Frostbitten War. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Crimsonsmoke- A very strange tom to say the least, Crimsonsmoke is more of a loner than anything else and doesn't tend to spend a lot of time around anyone. He harbors a lot of pent up anger, as he was made fun of in his younger days for having a mother who had him as an apprentice and no father. He has seen the cruel side of others and it has made him cold toward most cats. Topazdash, his mother, often told him that he is what she imagined Brickpaw would look like as a Warrior. Crimsonsmoke is a big, muscular tom with a wide head and broad shoulders. Like his father and litter-mates, he has no tail; only a fluffy bob. Like his father, Crimsonsmoke is a very rare calico tom. He is mainly white with huge splashes of crimson and black across his pelt. He also has his father's big, dark green eyes. Crimsonsmoke is the one that Topazdash was the least close to; probably because he looks so much like his father. Crimsonsmoke is a bit of a hothead and can easily fly off the handle at anyone; even his family. A lot his anger stems from the fact that he was told as an apprentice that he'd probably never be able to father kits due to abnormalities in his genes. He likes to spend time away from others. It is alone when he feels the most comfort. He joined the Watch to be away from others, away from bad memories of the war, and to be the best he could be; he could never have kits anyway, so he figured it was his calling. || Son of the Topazdash's and the late Brickpaw. Brother to Canarytrill and Tansypurr. || No mate and no kits. Sterile. || Former member of the Clan's Watch. Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Splashpelt- Oddly mature and oddly content for her age, Splashpelt appears way more laid back than her sisters. In reality, Splashpelt may take life a little bit too seriously. This is a she-cat that steps on egg-shells to abide by the Warrior Code as well as by the laws of the Clan Leaders and the Clan Watch. She tends to consider herself more intelligent and more mature than most others in the clan, but she'd never be as rude as to say so out-loud. Splashpelt is generally a real worry-wart and tends to over-think, over-analyze, and over-complicate everything. She has trouble just letting go and having fun because she's worried that something bad could happen if she ever let her guard down. Due to her mature but frantic way of thinking, Splashpelt often gets heartbroken from falling in love with older Warriors. Oddly enough, this she-cat is actually very pretty. She is a gray she-cat with splashes of black, dark charcoal gray, and white throughout her pelt that help draw out her sharp, sea-foam green eyes. She joined the Watch to stop breaking her own heart- and also to help be as far away from the carnage her parents left behind as possible. || Creekwind and Littledrop's kit. Sister to Aquagleam, Currentstomp, and Coralwish. Half-sister to Cherrydapple, Dustysmoke, Echotrace, and Honeyswirl. || No mate and no kits. || Former Watcher. Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Addermask- As smooth as silk and sweet as honey, Addermask often comes off as arrogant and even c0cky when in reality, he's very modest. This is just a very handsome tom who believes in himself, blurring the thin line between confidence and brutal show-boating. He is a little taller than average but not at all thinner; he has streamlined muscle and nimble paws. He is long-legged with a long tail and larger ears than most. Addermask is generally soft-spoken but is very friendly and easy to talk to. He's an excellent secret keeper and is wonderful to confide in. He is a pitch black, silky-furred tom with caramel-bronze colored tabby tiger stripes and copper colored eyes. He earned his name because his pupils are slit more like a snake than a feline which can give him a startling, adder-like appearance. Addermask, like his mother, has the traits of a Streamclan cat. His ears are thick with fur on the inside so that they don't easily water-log. His paws are webbed and his fur is water-resistant so that he can swim easily with a streamlined pelt. Addermask enjoys swimming but prefers the rain. There's a long running joke surrounding him that he's good at catching snakes. || Cloudtalon and Swanflight's kit. Brother of Crowstar, Stagvalor, and Clearwater. || No mate and no kits. || Former Watcher. Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Clearwater- Sassy and sweet, Clearwater is basically the feline version of a Sour Patch Kid. She can be one of the most beautiful, gentle souls you could ever hope to meet. Just, ya know... Stay on her good side. She's compassionate and friendly, always willing to help and is eager to please. But I would avoid getting on this pretty kitty's bad side. It is NOT something she'll easily let you forget. Clearwater is an all white she-cat with gray eyeliner around her eyes and a pale gray blaze on her nose. She got her name from her bright, waterway blue eyes. Like her mother, she has the traits of a Streamclan cat. Her ears are thick with fur on the inside so that they don't easily water-log. Her paws are webbed and her fur is water-resistant so that she can swim easily with a streamlined pelt. She loves water and is famous for being able to catch fish. Water compliments her attitude, as she can change like the tide and toss and turn like the river but can be as calm as the settled lake. Though she can hold a grudge like no other, once you have a place in her heart... You're there forever. || Cloudtalon and Swanflight's kit. Sister to Crowstar, Addermask, and Stagvalor. || No mate and no kits. || Former Watcher. Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Inkspell- Notorious for her witty nature and high intelligence, Inkspell got her brains from her grandfather, Rockstar. She nearly failed her Warrior assessment due to how poor her hunting and battle skills are. However, she made up for it in the end due to her innovative techniques in the fields. Inkspell, for whatever reason, was born with deformed claws that are twisted in their sheaths. They are very fragile and are easily damaged or broken and using her claws can be extremely painful for her. Due to how limited she became from not having a feline's main weapon, Inkspell learned to train using her brains instead of her strength. As an apprentice, she made gloves for herself out of petals and leaves that she can slip over her paws to avoid damaging her tender toes. Over time, she perfected the gloves as weapons by creating some fitted with thorns that function as secondary claws. Inkspell was also born with an askew balance receptor and it makes hunting difficult for her. In order to be a more efficient hunter, she has learned to set traps rather than to stalk and pounce upon prey. Inkspell even looks peculiar, with a blue-gray pelt that is swirled and splashed with black dapples. She has intelligent, sapphire-blue eyes and an oddly husky voice. || Daughter to the late Sapphirebell and the late Hawkpath. Sister to Mintgem and Hawkflight(Watcher). || Kinda foolin' around with Ashrain. || Warrior. Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Aquagleam- So meek and so soft-spoken, you wouldn't know that Aquagleam had a voice if you didn't talk to her first. This she-cat is so timid and so shy that she sticks to her big brother constantly so she'll feel safe, often hiding in his shadow to avoid being seen. Despite how passive her personalty is, Aquagleam is very serious and very dedicated when it comes to what the clan needs. She spends a lot of her time with the Elders and constantly makes sure that they're given everything they need and want. She has a good work ethic and is very patient. Because of her shy personality, however, Aquagleam tends to be very gullible and that often is the reason her big brother, Currentstomp, gets in so much trouble. Her feelings will often get hurt, she cries to her brother, and she unconsciously encourages his explosive, hot-headed behavior. She is a gorgeous, feathery furred, silver she-cat with light gray, classic tabby swirls and big, aqua-blue eyes. || Is the 2nd kit from Creekwind and Littledrop's litter. || No mate and no kits. Sister of Currentstomp, Coralwish, and Splashpelt. Half-sister to Dustysmoke, Honeyswirl, Echotrace, and Cherrydapple. || Warrior. Asexual. Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Honeyswirl- Somehow, she managed to be incredibly optimistic, Honeyswirl has recovered the best out of all of her litter when it came to overcoming her traumatic childhood. She misses her father a lot but never knew her mother. She's only ever heard anything about her through stories and she honestly isn't impressed. She was named after Ravenear's sister, Honeydrop, who always showed Littledrop and him compassion. She keeps up the spirits of her litter-mates, always trying to help them see the bright side of things. She is a rich, golden brown she-cat with darker brown swirls throughout her pelt and she has light, almost melted sun drops for eyes. She, despite her positive attitude, is extremely insecure about herself because of her parentage. She tends to look down a lot and she doesn't often talk too much in fear of making herself look stupid. Then she'll be a failure... Like her parents. || Extreme social anxiety. || Littledrop and Ravenear's kit. 1st litter. Sister to Echotrace, Cherrydapple, and Dustysmoke. Half-sister to Coralwish, Aquagleam, Currentstomp, and Splashpelt. || No mate and no kits. Pansexual. || Warrior. Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Laurelwish- A lot of her mother and a lot of her father, Laurelwish has a lot of her CloudClanian heritage in her. She is a white-and-sandy-tan colored she-cat with a fluffy white chest and white muzzle. The rest of her is a beautiful dusty color. Her fur is thicker than of the rest of her littermates and it plums at the chest, haunches, and tail. Her tail is super fluffy and she is always tediously cleaning it. Laurelwish, as her name might suggest, is very dainty and enjoys her femininity. She isn't fond of fighting at all and she suffered the most as an apprentice during battle training. She would be perfectly content to be a Queen but also takes her Warrior duties very seriously. When she isn't in the nursery tending to the Queens and Kits, she's off hunting or caring for the Elders. Laurelwish has a big mouth but knows when to stop running it. She believes that hard work and patience will reward the heart and she strives to prove her philosophy is correct. Laurelwish has big, almond-shaped amber eyes. || Lionroar and Gorsewing's kit. Sister to Vanilladrop, Cypressprayer, Citrinekiss, and Cinnamonsky. || No mate and no kits. Heterosexual prolly. Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Skyfrost- A pretty, energetic she-cat, Skyfrost is obviously not Cloudclan born. She has the wild, beautiful, dangerous build and look of a lynx. Just smaller. This pretty kitty is a soft, misty-gray color and her fur is under-toned with darker gray and white giving her pelt a shimmering tone to her appearance. Her paws are all a slightly darker gray than the rest of her and so are her ears, tail-bob, underbelly, muzzle, and throat fur. She has large paws for a she-cat, which is typical for her breed, tufted ears, and a virtually non-existent tail. She has her father's tear-stained markings; black streaks that rim her eyes like eyeliner and run from her tear-ducts to the corner of her lips. Her eyes are a soft, beautiful kind of sky blue that often change shades with her mood. She can be insecure and often doubts herself but then again, sometimes, she can also be overconfident or too eager. || Is the 1st kit from Lynxcreed and Dustpetal's (Banditclan) litter. Silverlark's adopted daughter. || Is Primrosedawn and Fawnwhisper's sister. Half-sister to Larksong, Ashenky, Eclipselight, Dustdapple, and Stormbringer. || No mate and no kits. Heterosexual/polyamorous. || Died in the Frostbitten War. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Tigerleap- Confident yet humble, she's a very accomplished hunter and trainer who is good with her words and mind. She is kind, compassionate, and heavily passionate about her clan, her job, and passing down tradition and code. She is a dark, Halloween orange color with faded black tabby stripes like a tiger. She has white toes, muzzle, chest, and underbelly. Her whiskers, ear-tips, tail-tip, and claws are all black. She is close to her mother and has unusual, magenta colored eyes. || Blossomdusk's daughter by the late Tallstride. Lionflight's sister. || No mate and no kits. Pansexual. || Warrior. Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Citrineheart/Citrinestar- This she-cat was very, very proud to be a Leader, but never to the point of arrogance. She is the descendant of Berylstar himself and that is something she takes even greater pride in. Citrineheart, formerly Citrinestar, is a beautiful, long-legged she-cat. She is an orange tabby with nearly sunset colored fur. Her ears are stained dark orange, as is her muzzle. Her toes are white, her chest fur is white, as well as her underbelly, tail-tip, and the rimming on her eyes. She has intense, Citrine colored eyes(which is a bright, orange-yellow). She is known for her bravery and fairness as much as her kindness but also her temper. This she-cat is easily offended and doesn't take well to being insulted. || 2 Lives Left. || The late Nightlegend's mate- former Medicine Cat of Cloudclan; Mother to Brackenrose and Shadowkeeper. || Warrior/Leader. Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Burnednight- A very kind tom despite his eerie tag, Burnednight was actually given his name after several beloved family members as well as his dark crimson-and-black mottled coat. His appearance is quite striking and he does appear to literally be smoldering when in direct sunlight. Burnednight got the prefix from his great uncle, Burningbracken, and has requested that his Warrior suffix be from his mother, Nightglen. He is a very kind and patient tom, with a humorous streak a mile long. He can find amusement in anything if he looks deep enough and likes to spread his good nature to others. His company can be so relaxing that it can become addicting. Burnednight is very close to his brother, Graythorn, as the two are their father's entire world. Their mother went missing a few moons ago and it is believed that she is being held by Banditclan, something that both disturbs and motivates Burnednight. His dad, Cerisespark, is very protective of his two boys and is a very dedicated single father; which is something that he both appreciates and admires. Burnednight is a very driven tom and he wants to bring honor to himself and his parents as well as keep the pride in his family name since his ancestor were believed to be Cloudclan founders. Besides his charcoal-and-crimson fur, he has big, beautiful, smoldering amber eyes that entirely belong to his father. || Son of Cerisespark and the missing Nightglen. Graythorn's brother. || Biological father of Fawnheart's kits for Cinnamonsky. || Warrior. Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Sootmark- tender and determined, this is a very reliable Warrior. Sootmark is a cat that is 100% Cloudclan, his ancestors dating back to the founders of it all. He, unlike many of the others who have pure Cloudclanian blood, doesn't see it as making him superior in anyway- unlike his father, Grayfox. He is a quiet cat but will never turn down the opportunity to socialize with his clan-mates. He spends a lot of time with his father- as he is the only family Sootmark has left- even though the two butt heads terribly over their opposing opinions. Sootmark is a handsome cat who is tall and well-muscled with large paws and a long tail. He is a beautiful, snowy white with silky fur and long white whiskers. The only splash of color on him is a black circular mark on his left shoulder. He has deep, soulful gray eyes. This pretty kitty, despite all his clan loyalty and probable promise does have some type of underlying problem. He seems troubled much of the time and has never seen interested in a mate. But maybe that's his secret? || Son of Grayfox and the late Oceaneyes. Father of Owltalon's kits by Lunarcharm. Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Daffodilfur(Daffi)- sassy and independent, Daffodilfur definitely got what her brother lacks when it comes to keeping quiet when she needs to. Despite her rationality, Daffi is, in fact, a major hothead and has a lot of opinions- she just often keeps them to herself or shares them with her family exclusively. She frowns a bit over her brother's promiscuity but she ultimately just worries about rather or not he's happy- because his feelings matter more to her than anything else. Daffodilfur is also a strong supporter in her brother's crafts and is usually wearing something that he has made for her. She isn't as vocal as her brother or mother and tends to let her actions, rather than her words, do the talking for her. Daffodilfur is quite beautiful with dark cream fur that is medium length and silky. The tips of her ears, underside of her tail, belly, around her eyes, and the tips of her paws are all a darker, blended yellow color. She has dark, beautiful blue eyes she gets from her father- something the openly envies about Sunny- who has their mother's eyes. || Daughter of Witheredleaf. Sister to Sunnyarch. || Super friggin' lesbian. || Died in the Frostbitten War. || Goldenstar. ||
~Ivyleaves- very eager to please and always striving to be better than she was the day before, Ivyleaves is constantly dwelling in her sister's shadow. She is extremely close to Coolstream even though she accidentally overruns her constantly. She can't wait to have kits of her own and find a loving tom to take care of her. She'll probably do best as a Queen. She is a white she-cat with reddish colored fur that snakes across her pelt like ivy vines. She has dark green eyes. || Strawberryfrost's third litter- by Jasperquake(deceased). Full-sister to Coolstream. Half-sister to Coldrise(by Isaac the rogue), Lunarcharm(by Volenose), and Spottedsquirrel and Moonseeker by Woodtremor. || Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Moonseeker- extremely shy and timid, Moonseeker gets her meek nature from her mother. She is very familiar oriented and tends to stay close to her mother and sisters. She looks up to Coldrise- her oldest sister- but the two are very different personality wise. Moonseeker is lovely and dainty like her mother with brown and red brindled fur. She has a crescent moon shaped blaze of white on her nose and powder blue eyes. || Strawberryfrost's fourth litter by Woodtremor- a member of the Clan's Watch. {Shhh! That's a secret.} Sister to Spottedsquirrel. Half sister to Lunarcharm(Volenose), Ivyleaves and Coolstream(both by Jasperquake), and Coldrise(Isaac- a rogue). || Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Ribbonpaw(Ribbontrace)- the only one in her litter not to get the marbling pattern of Blueface's (her maternal grandmother) heritage. She is a pale, silvery-gray she-cat with plumed fur and lilac-hued eyes. She has a very pink nose, ears, and paw pads. She is a very kind and motivated wisp and has already shown a lot of promise as a hunter. She has slightly above average ears that are pointed and large. Like her mother, she has a wedged face and large, almond-shaped eyes. She doesn't care for loud noises and often goes into fits during storms. || Daughter of Aldershade and Lilacdew. || Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Lunarcharm- kind, determined, but the perfect amount of sass- this pretty kitty will go out of her way to help others but she doesn't take kindly to being walked all over. The product of a difficult raising, Lunarcharm has spent a lot of her life fighting to prove her worth. She never knew her father, Jasperquake, as he and her mother split then he was killed by a fox during a patrol. Her mother, Strawberryfrost, has been a constant Queen since becoming a Warrior and she has been taunted relentlessly for the fact that every one of Strawberryfrost's litters have had different fathers. Lunarcharm is ferociously protective of her mother and doesn't take kindly to any kind of down-talking about her- despite her own reservations of Strawberryfrost's reckless reproductivity. Lunarcharm herself is a white she-cat with cream and silver dapples and powder blue eyes. Yes, she's pretty to look at but crossing her- especially about her family- will be the last thing you do. || Strawberryfrost's daughter by Volenose (second litter- only kit). Half-sister of Ivyleaves and Coolstream(by Jasperquake). Half sister to Coldrise by rogue Isaac and Moonseeker and Spottedsquirrel by Woodtremor. Mother to Owltalon's kits for Sootmark. || Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Islandsong- Though she was born on foreign soil, originally from the island of Hawaii, Islandsong is as loyal and passionate about CloudClan as they come. She is beautiful, with snowy white fur and coconut brown tabby markings. Her fur is sleek and short, except for the bends in her legs and the tip of her tail where it is of medium length and feathery. She has a heavy accent and is said to smell of coconut and mango. Her eyes are a tropical ocean-blue and display her emotions clearly. She is almost always with her best friend, Blackspice. || Blackspice's mate. || Died in the Frostbitten War. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Blackspice- A very small but stout, well-muscled, and attitude-slung female is this stunning black she-cat. She is easily distinguishable from other black-furred she-cats by her silver and white tipped fur that flashes and shimmers as she walks and gives her a nearly sparkly appearance in the sunlight and moonlight. She doesn't talk much about her past, though she was born and raised in CloudClan. She has blueberry-blue eyes that often twinkle with a playful gleam. She is almost always seen with her best friend, Islandsong. || Islandsong's mate. || Died in the Frostbitten War. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Sugarwillow- Always kind, always sweet, and always around, this small, able-bodied she-cat is the concentrated essence of kindness. With pure white fur, a silver 'heart' outline on her chest, and baby-blue eyes, when other cats meet Sugarwillow, their first impression is that she is sweet and innocent. Which she is. She is a complete Daddy's girl and loves to spend time with her parents, especially with her mother. || 1st and only kit from Springblaze and Lilydrift's first litter. || No mate and no kits. || Died in the Frostbitten War.|| RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Jetstream- Sleek-furred and lean-bodied, Jetstream is one of only three cats in the clan that came from Streamclan, the fabled enemy of Cloudclan. She is long-legged with satin-soft, silk-like midnight-black fur. Her tail is bobbed off and fluffy. Jetstream has a white blaze in the shape of a diamond between her eyes. Like her lineage, she has webbing between her toes and thick ear hair that helps prevent water-log. She has big, bright, beautiful emerald-green eyes. She is ambitious and energetic, always up to teach and train. Her abilities are slightly limited, however, due to an injury she sustained for helping a Cloudclan Queen at the claws of her mother. She has a deep, ugly scar on her chest where the Streamclan leader tried to literally rip her heart out. Fortunately, it does not slow her down and it certainly doesn't take away from her physical beauty. || The late Troutclaw's Mate; Mother to Twilightmoon and Koiflash. || She has been known to help train Apprentices and can function skillfully as a Warrior. || Died in the Frostbitten War || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
^Emeraldgaze- Quiet and distant, Emeraldgaze is the exact opposite from her sister Amethystblossom. She is a long, slender she-cat with splotched calico fur and deep green eyes. Emeraldgaze seems cold at a distance, but she's actually just super awkward and anti-social. Like, a lot of times other cats can't even believe that she is Amy's sister because of their differences. As a kit, her mother always preferred Amy to her and tended to neglect her. After her father left, Emeraldgaze's mother blamed her and disowned her, telling her that she has a darkness in her and that someday she'll use that darkness to hurt those she loves. Since that moment, Emeraldgaze swore that she would prove her mother wrong and she vowed never to hurt another living creature. She became a medicine cat and lived on a strict vegan diet of berries. During the battle between Berylclan and Banditclan, Scarletstar, a leader of Banditclan, caught her in the forest and almost killed her. This left her fatally wounded for the rest of the battle and she was unable to help the wounded. Blaming herself for not being able to help her Clan, she renounced her title as Medicine Cat and became a warrior, even though she has no skills in fighting or hunting. Though her mother disowned her, she has always been close to her sister Amy. She wears an emerald gem around her neck. || The kit from Onyxgaze and Opalleap's litter. Amethystblossom's sister. || Spellfaith's mate. Mother to || Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Viperstar. ||
^Clouddancer- A kind and extroverted she-cat, Clouddancer is a the type of cat who is always seen talking and laughing with different cats in camp. She loves making new friends, but can be seen as someone who tries to hard to be a cat pleaser. She doesn't understand it when someone doesn't like her, and she can become obsessive with trying to make that cat her friend. Clouddancer's pelt is long and puffed out like a cloud, but her tail is bobbed, giving her the look of a fluffy, walking cloud. Her eyes are a vivid sky blue, and her paws are small and quiet. When she walks, she looks more like shes jumping, giving her the name 'Clouddancer'. Her parents passed away long ago in the great war, but she is grateful that her brothers survived and thrive with her in CloudClan. Though she is kind, she won't put up with anyone being mean to her brother Soulcatcher, especially since he's self conscious about his fur. If she sees someone giving him a hard time, she'll be over in an instant and won't hesitate to claw their ears off. || Brothers are Soulcatcher and Crookedfall || Died in the Frostbitten War. || Vipersong ||
^Sharkeyes- Small, sleek furred blue she-cat with a white chest and underbelly, white paws, and glowing yellow eyes. Her teeth are sharper than most cats, earning her name 'shark'. She is a sharp tongued she-cat but she has always soft towards younger cats. She never had kits of her own, though it was her lifelong dream. That was the price she payed for falling in love with a mad cat. She is skilled with herbs but has long become too old to be medicine cat anymore. || She is the old mate of Valconcry but hasn't talked to him since he was doomed to the Elder's Den even though in her heart she still secretly yearned for him as well as hated him. || Elder/former Medicine Cat. || She has a long scar down her side from a long ago battle in CloudClan. || Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Viperstar. ||
^Cougarclaw- Even in his old age, Cougarclaw is still the burly, intimidating tom he has always been. He has a now rugged, light brown coat with large white pads and a greying splotch on his face. He has deep scars covering his body from past battles and sharp, piercing green eyes that are still as vibrant as when he was a young tom. Cougarclaw is a strong willed, yet responsible tom who lives to serve his clan and uphold the warrior code. He's always worked hard to not become like his deceased father. He was always very protective of his late mother, and doesn't tolerate anyone who speaks ill of her, though she made many mistakes. Cougarclaw has now since calmed down and lives peacefully in the elders' den. || Only living son of Vipersong's 2nd litter. || No mate and no kits. || Died in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Viperstar ||
~Tawnyrose- Kind and innocent, lithe-bodied and sleek-furred, Tawnyrose was often treated like the baby of her litter, even during her short reign as a Leader of CloudClan. She is often called 'Fawn' because it is said she hunkers down and pins back her ears and looks like a baby deer when she's scared. She's open-minded and used to be rather naive about the dangers of the world, which made her once the tail of every joke from her more outgoing clanmates. She has definitely matured over the years, however, and has become well respected by her clanmates. And she's certainly too kind to hold her past against anyone who had wronged her or teased her. Despite those setbacks, Tawnyrose is still quite pretty, a tortoiseshell and white she-cat with russet-red patches instead of the typical ginger. Besides her unique personality, the most stand-out thing about her are her unusual red eyes. She left Cloudclan after stepping down from leadership and ended up living the rest of her life happy and healthy in Goldenclan- where she found a mate, fell in love, and had a single daughter- Deerspirit. || Is the 13th kit from Glorysky and Snowecho's 3rd litter. || Extremely afraid of water, ice, and sometimes even rain. || Died of old age/natural causes. || Goldenstar. ||
~Tansypurr- Extremely chipper and kind, Tansypurr is one of those cats that you get addicted to being around. She earned her Warrior name for her peculiar tendency to almost always be purring. Literally. She's always purring, humming, or laughing and her name was given to reflect her gentle, happy attitude. Tansypurr is a soft, dandelion yellow she-cat with white socks, a white ear, a white splash on her nose, and a white bob of a tail. She has bright, grass-green eyes. She gets her coloration from her grandmother, Goldenstar, but her lack of having a tail is the only thing she inherited from her father. The only thing that can really bring Tansypurr down is the mention of Brickpaw, the tom who sired her and was killed by a fox when he and her mother were only apprentices. It bothers her endlessly that he has no living kin and thus she feels like she is missing a part of herself through him. Tansypurr's gentle demeanor will only ever be subdued if someone insults her family; especially her mother and siblings. Then, you'll see a nasty side of this pretty kitty. Finally, Tansypurr is always seen with her sister, Canarytrill. || The late Topazdash's kit by the late Brickpaw. Sister to Canarytrill and the late Crimsonsmoke(Watcher). || No mate and no kits. Heterosexual. || Senior Warrior. || Mentored: Ribbontrace(deceased), Nighrtuby, Shatteredlake, and Thunderpaw(Thundercurse). || Rped by Goldenstar. || Died from Fire Fever. ||
~Ravencrypt- The descendant of a lynx who believed in Bandit's work, Ravencrypt is one hundred percent lynx in appearance but his fur color suggests somewhere in his bloodline, there was a domestic cat or two thrown into the gene pool. He is tall, average size for a lynx if not for one inch shorter than he should be to be thoroughbred. His pelt is short-ish and sleek and richly thick. His fur is a solid midnight black though gray shades his inner legs, underbelly, chest, cheeks, and underside of his tail. His eyes are a beautiful golden-orange color and his pupils are large like that of a raven. Despite his eerie name, Ravencrypt turned against generations of his family's teachings and believes that all cats are equal. He fled from the tyrannical rule of Banditstar and now lives in Cloudclan, though he is often outcasted and mistrusted. || Peachstar's mate; Adopted Father to Ashrain and Berryblossom. Father of Muddystomp and Feralblade. || Senior Warrior. || Mentored: Feralblade and Patchpaw. || Rped by Goldenstar. || Died from Fire Fever/complications with cancer. ||
~Tigerstripe- Tigerstripe is a very spunky black and gray tabby tom. He's slightly smaller than the average tom, the reason being his shorter legs than usual that accompany his compact body. Rumor has it, his short stature comes from being a quarter Munchkin. He's got a fire in him to be a great Warrior one day. Despite endless optimism and fiery energy, he dwells a lot on the fact that he doesn't have actual parents and no known history. He was an orphan, found in the mountains by Mistystorm and Foxtrot. He has really low self esteem but is always pushing to try and prove himself. It is unclear of his origin but many CloudClan cats speculate that he was a stolen kit that managed to escape the Bandit League. He has large, velvety ears and big, soulful green eyes. He is very kind. Clumsy, but loyal. || Mistystorm and Foxtrot's adopted kit. Adopted brother to Foresthunter, Shadowprism, Coconutsky, and Vixenshade. || No mate and no kits. Heterosexual. || Warrior. || Rped by Goldenstar. || Died from Fire Fever. ||
~Raspberryglade- Kind and embodied with all kinds of maternal instincts, Raspberryglade was the only kit of her Cloudclan born parents (Grayhawk and Rosepetal). She is very proud of her strong, pure clan blood but isn't haughty and won't demean others for not being 100% Cloudclan. Raspberryglade was named after her grandmother and former Medicine Cat, Raspberryfrost, whom she was very close to. This she-cat has expressed a lot of interest in becoming a Medicine Cat and it just might be so. She is a soft, downy cloud gray and has white toes on all four feet. She also has a white splash on her face that makes her berry pink nose, lips, and ears pop. Oddly enough, it wasn't her flesh-toned features that earned her, her name. Rasperryglade, just like everyone on her father's side of the family, has a particularly odd birthmark. On her left shoulder blade, there is a patch of dark gray fur in her pale pelt that looks, well... Like a raspberry. Despite being very kind and motherly, Raspberryglade has been known to gossip and speak her mind from time to time; even if it isn't welcome. She can get rather caught up in the goings and comings of the clan and likes to know what's going on with everyone at every point in time. Despite this, she won't think ill of anyone unless they give her a legitimate reason to. With one exception. She absolutely hates Lilyfrost and was glad to see her go. || Daughter of the late Grayhawk and Roseptal. || No mate and no kits. Heterosexual. || Warrior. || || RPed by Goldenstar. || Died from Fire Fever/was killed by Talcshade. ||
~Sweetpaw/Sweetlyric- discovered in a pumpkin patch, literally hidden inside a hollowed pumpkin, this is one member of what has become known as the Pumpkin Patch Litter. Probably the most average of her litter, Sweetkit finds both of her brothers just... a little bit strange. She tends to relate to Umberkit more than she relates to Obsidiankit because his loud and obnoxious tendencies really... well, annoy her. Sweetkit is a pretty, stream-lined, silky-furred cream and honey colored she-cat with swirling patterns in her pelt. She has dainty paws and a baby pink nose and ears along with soft hazel eyes. Sweetkit is... well... sweet. She likes to help as much as she can and is super thankful for all the things everyone has ever done for her. She doesn't understand why cats are mean and she really dislikes confrontation of any kind. Despite her timid nature, Sweetkit is a lot tougher than she appears and is extremely determined to show her value and her abilities. She is known to have a beautiful singing voice and is often found humming or mouthing words to songs she's made up because "the world just needs a little more music". She really loves Anlach because it's a beautiful time and she longs for the day when she is swept off her feet. The only thing is... she's just a bit naive when it comes to any form of the word "love". || Pumpkin Patch Kitty. Sister to Obsidianspire and Umberpatch. Heterosexual until she gets her heart broken by about twenty toms then she'll widen her horizon. || Rped by Goldenstar. || Died from Fire Fever. ||
~Spottedsquirrel- once extremely outgoing and eager to learn, Spottedsquirrel gets her main attitude from her father's side of the family... Supposedly. Sh, as an apprentice, was fearless and desperate to experience as much as she could- until the world fell apart at her paws. She is a pale gray she-cat with darker gray and black dapples, an extremely fluffy tail, and she has her mother's powder blue eyes. She is extremely close to her sister, Coldrise, her mother, her aunt Dustypool, and also her secret father- Woodtremor of the Clan's Watch- who she admires desperately. Spottedsquirrel was absolutely destroyed by the loss of four of her five sisters during the Frostbitten War and it has shaken her to the point that she doesn't really like to get close to anyone. She is very dependent on her mate, Weaselsoul, and doesn't stray far from him... Because, what if something happens to him too? || Strawberryfrost's kit from her fourth litter - fathered by Woodtremor- a member of the Clan's Watch. {Shhh! That's a secret.} Her only full sister is the late Moonseeker who died in the Frostbitten War. Half sisters were Lunarcharm(Volenose), Ivyleaves and Coolstream(both by Jasperquake and both deceased), and Coldrise(Isaac- a rogue). All but Coldrise were killed by Frostbiters. Mate of Weaselsoul. Biological mother of Pecanbriar, Cashewfleck, and Hazelnut. || Rped by Goldenstar. || Died while giving birth. ||
~Burrkit- a dark brown tom with cherry-wood red tabby markings and cream socks. Violet hazel eyes. || Spottedsquirrel and Weaselsoul's son. Stillborn. Biological brother to Pecanbriar, Cashewfleck, and Hazelnut in Cloudclan. || Rped by Goldenstar. || Stillborn. ||
~Specterhowl- an odd-looking tom, this is a dark gray tabby with white tabby markings white eyeliner, and white whiskers. A lot of his fur fades in and out from being darker to lighter, giving him a shaded kind of appearance. Specterpaw has white paws on all four feet and gray ears, nose, and paw-pads. He has pale blue eyes that are almost white. He, unlike his siblings, hasn't lived up to his mother and father's reputations and lives in fear of the constant ridicule he receives from being the product of Amberstone and Demonfang. As a young apprentice, he tended to stay away from his family- even as he was constantly being bullied by his sister- Ghostwhisper. He is actually a very gentle tom and he takes his duties to his clan very seriously. He denied the ability to train in the Dark Forest with Demonfang and he tries to avoid fighting at all costs in fear of becoming like his dad. Specterhowl was devastated by the betrayal of his family and their executions ultimately and he swore to fight harder every day to be better... To be nothing like the cats who created him. All he wants is to make his kits and his mate proud... For Rubypyre is his best friend and he'd rather die than feel like he let her down in any way. || Son of Demonfang(deceased- in the Dark Forest) and Amberstone(missing). Brother to Ghostwhisper(deceased), Phantompaw(missing), and Skullprint(missing). || Mates with Rubypyre. Father of her kits: Acontrail, Tallpine, Tinyleaves, and Reedweaver. || Died from a fox attack. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Mintgem- Uppity and chipper, Mintgem is the optimist of her litter. She was an absolute joy to train and is a very kind spirit to know. She is always laughing and having a good time and she enjoys spending time with her family and having lazy days more than anything else. Mintgem got her name for her bright, minty green eyes that are highlighted due the fact that her entire pelt is pitch black. Her strong point is hunting but she also loves to complete tasks that most Warriors find undesirable; such as checking on expectant Queens or maintaining the dens. She doesn't mind at all to take time out of her day to help the apprentices clean ticks and fleas off of Elders. Mintgem was very close to her mother, Sapphirebell, and didn't get along well with her sister, Hawkflight; who was just about the only person on Earth she couldn't be civil with. She never understood her sister's disrespect toward her mother or why she had to be so angry all the time. Despite this, Mintgem was still shattered when her sister died during the Frostbitten War and she's never completely healed from the pain of losing both of her siblings and being the lone survivor of her litter. Mintgem is a very kind, sensitive soul. Due to the multiple cases of death of her loves ones, from her best friend, sister, and mother, Mintgem has bouts of glumness and she fights a hidden battle with depression and bipolar disorder. She also has a terrible case of survivor's guilt. Sometimes, if one looks close enough, her smiles can appear forced on certain days. || Daughter to the late Sapphirebell and the late Hawkpath. Sister to the late Clan Watch Captain, Hawkflight and the late Inkspell. || Afraid of thunder or any loud, sudden sound. || No mate and no kits. Extreme commitment and abandonment issues. Pansexual. || Senior Warrior. || Died from depression/suicide. She jumped off the falls. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Marblefur(Marble)- honestly really stunning to look at, Marble was born to two rogues but didn't much care for the lonely way of life. She got pregnant but a lone tom when she was barely eight moons old and had her litter very young. She joined up with Xhii's Tribe straight away when their collection patrol went around looking for lost souls to save and she's never looked back. Marble is a rather simple she-cat when it comes to color pallet, as she is just a white-and-gray molly with green eyes. Her fur is short but thick and soft and her gray dapples are so strategically placed that it makes her look quite beautiful. She has a petite, heart-shaped face and small, angled ears. She is a very dedicated mother and friend- that's why she elected to stay with her younger best friend, Dove's Dying Heart, when the molly elected to take up permanent residence in the Valley after the Frostbitten War. Sometimes, however though, Marble does, in fact, show her age because she just wants simple, childish things. || Queen. Mother of Blackthorn and Darkviper in Xhii's Tribe, Patchear, and Vixenstep by a kitty-pet rogue named O'Sirus. Very best friends with Doveheart. Mates with Woodtremor in the Watch. Mother to his kits: Cedarcloak, Oakecho, and Poplarprint. || Murdered by Strawberryfrost. || Goldenstar. ||
Dagger- a skinny, old gray tom with yellowed fangs. || Father of Dove's Dying Heart. || Died of old age. || cowbird. ||
~Icegem- Once a scrawny apprentice, this she-cat bulked up in muscle as well as beauty after her Warriorship. But just four days after earning her Warrior name, she was given a vision from Starclan to become a Medicine Cat, and took up the mantle willingly. Icegem was considered one of the most beautiful she-cats in her home clan, Banditclan. She, being well-built and beautifully proportioned, actually has a lack of pigment in her DNA that makes her coloration pale. She looks like a lynx, as most of her family does, built the same way but with a tabby cat's size(just a bit above average height for a she-cat). She, unlike her brothers and sisters, is nearly solid white, only small remnants of faded silver tabby markings remain on her hind legs and face. Her nose, paw pads, ears, and lips are a light, light pink. Finally, Icegem's spirit-like appearance is completed by her ghost-blue eyes. It is said that Starclan has shown her a peaceful way of living and she completely disagrees with her late father's principles; which is why she left Banditclan to join the peaceful allegiances of Berylclan and then later joined Cloudclan and followed her heart into the Clan's Watch. However, even as a Warrior and into the Watch, she became the best friend of Hollymoon. When Hollymoon became pregnant by her secret mate, Rockshadow, on the Wall, Icegem offered to take the blame for her darling's mistake and has claimed her two kits as her own and was disgraced from the Watch. She, despite the misfortune, was allowed to become a Medicine Cat for Cloudclan before it was decided the honor to great for a Dishonored Watcher and she was demoted to Warrior. || Bloodyrose and Banditstar's daughter. Sister of Lynxcreed, Cedarclaw, Mistletoemelody, and Applefrost. Adopted mother of Haildapple and Icedust. || No mate and no biological kits. || Former Medicine Cat of the Watch. Disbanded for breaking her vows. || Former Medicine Cat, was demoted to a Warrior- Formally of the Watch- Dishonored. || Rped by Goldenstar. || Killed by a fox. ||
~Aldershade♢- known by the Elders as "Ghost", Aldershade has spent his entire life being confused for his father at first glance, especially when Rockstar had actually been alive- though it does still happen from the older generation from time to time even since Rockstar has passed away. Aldershade holds a lot of his father's Blizzardclanian trademarks- such as thick fur and a massive body build and towering height. Aldershade stands one of the tallest cats in Cloudclan and is often mistaken to be part lynx even though he isn't at all... he's just... Big. 'Ghost' has short, thick pale gray fur that is swirled a faintly darker pale gray in certain areas. The few swirls seem practically unnoticeable at first glance and they only really appear in certain lighting or when the moon hits him just right. One of Aldershade's defining features is a white patch over his left eye- of which, his irises are a deep, soulful blue instead of the near white-sky color of his father's own shade. He is kind, polite, and sometimes overbearingly calm and very few in the clan have ever seen Aldershade's temper- which can be something quite ferocious when give. He is a wise tom whose age now fits his intelligence and he has maintained his bearing of noble authority. As a young Warrior in his prime, Aldershade was often considered by mollies to be so handsome, that his mother once banned him from having female apprentices. As the years have gone on, the she-cats leave him alone, seeing as he is now Lilacdew's loyal and devoted mate. Aldershade was devastated by the news that Rockstar had abandoned Goldenstar- his mother- in Starclan and doesn't talk about his sire much. Once a sense of pride, he now loathes the fact that his appearance makes him look so much like the tom that he once adored but is now ashamed to be associated with. He does pride himself, however, on being Goldenstar's son and he takes great pride in being his mother's only living kit. He has struggled off and on with depression since his daughter, Ribbonpaw/Ribbontrace, died in the Frostbitten War but he keeps his pain well hidden... Only those closest to him can tell how broken he truly is. || Rockstar and Goldenstar's son. Goldenstar's last living kit. || Lilacdew's Mate; Father to the late Ribbonpaw/Ribbontrace, Antlershard, and Creekflower(formally of Xhii's Tribe.) || Spirit Stone- Hematite. || Mentored: Spottedsquirrel, Pantherpounce(Watcher), Willowwhisper(deceased), Almondthicket(Watcher), and Deercreed. || Theme song- 'Make it Rain' by Foy Vance. || Died from injuries in a water accident. || RPed by Goldenstar. ||
~Brackenrose♢- Pretty, petite, and exotic looking, Brackenrose is an unusually colored she-cat with unconventional beauty. She is very kind, energetic, and bubbly. She is long-legged with a long tail and a streamlined, lithe body. Brackenrose has soft, silky, dark orange tabby fur swirled with cream and paler orange. Her pelt looks like giant leopard spots that have meshed and melted together. She has white socks on all four paws, a white chin, three white ringlets on her tail, and white ear-tufts. Brackenrose has oddly large ears, long white whiskers, thick paw-pads, and a wedged face to accompany her almond-shaped eyes. Her irises are a beautiful, molten gold color. She is ferociously loyal to her clan and her family- and she views that word broadly because family is, and always will be, what you make of it. Brackenrose, or 'Rosie', as she is called lovingly, is very attached to her brother- Shadowstar- and the two have remained very close even as they've gotten older. She is very protective over him and he is her best friend. For a long time, Brackenrose thought she only liked females but that was until she fell head over heels in love with Brokenspear- a proud Cloudclan Warrior. Her mates- both of them- and their family- is a little on the odd side but I wouldn't dare say it to her face. This pretty kitty has claws and she will use them without hesitation. || Wrenflight and Blackstag's foster kit. Her brother is Shadowstar, her mother is the late Citrinestar of Berylclan and her father is the late Nightlegend of Cloudclan. || Spirit Stone- Opal. || Mates with Brokenspear and Diamondfaith. Mother to Jewelsprite and Gemkeeper. Other Mother to Whitefalcon, Bronzeeagle, and Copperhawk. || Senior Warrior. || Mentored: Newtarch. || Died in her sleep/killed by Talcshade. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Witheredleaf- a sweet and tender old she-cat, this once-pretty Queen has spent almost her entire life in the nursery. She got pregnant as an apprentice but the father of her kits ended up being abusive so she never took him as her mate and refused to let that information impact the lives of her children. Rather than be defeated by her early-set trials and tribulations, she took her choices running and decided to stay a Constant Queen. She is now an Elder but has refused to retire to the den for those who have served their time as Warriors and Queens alike- instead choosing to remain among those who are expecting or nursing kits of their own. She is a long-furred, dark, stormy gray she-cat with random orange and peach tabby splotches. She has a splash on her face that's shaped like a heart that goes across her left eye. She is shorter and smaller with a thick, rough pelt and a long, fluffy tail that mats and snarls easily. She has deep, basil green eyes. This is a very gentle, affectionate she-cat but don't cross this gnarly old Queen. She'll tear you to pieces if you hurt someone she loves. || Mother of the late Daffodilfur and Sunnyarch by her former mate- the exiled Gorsepelt. Harbinger's current mate and biological mother of their two daughters- Opalsmoke and Pearlshell. Adopted mother of Coltspirit, Cicadascreech, Lionstreak, Crowcharm, and Ravenhex. || Was dying of cancer but ended up being killed by a flood in the camp where she was crushed by branches. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Crowshade- formerly Crowstar, this is a Warrior who earned his way into leadership for his polite and generally soft-spoken personality that has now taken a backseat to his desire to construct, lead, build, and advise. He is tall and lean- slightly above average with height and stature. Crowshade is long-legged, streamlined, with a long tail and thick, heavy fur. He is a jet black tom with dark gray marbling that shades him in a peppery kind of way. He has gray toes, muzzle, belly, chest, under-tail, and tail-tip. He is a very committed Warrior and he spends a lot of his time out hunting or training- even still after being anointed as leader. Crowshade believes in the good, healthy method of living, otherwise known as "getting your paws dirty". He won't ever ask anything of anyone that he won't also do himself. He enjoys being around other cats, relishing in the energy of his clan, but he also doesn't mind being alone. Crowshade is very honest and kind but can also be stern and critical if need be and he values loyalty and honesty over just about anything else. Of all his good qualities, his biggest fault is that he is just too hard on himself; always trying to outlive the terrible reputation that surrounds his family. In speaking of... The most defining thing of Crowshade that marks him as part of Goldenstar's lineage are his dark, midnight blue eyes that almost look black in some lighting. He served his clan loyally as a leader for many years but the final straw was after the Frostbitten War. He jumped into the river to save the mother of his kits when she slipped in and the trauma to his head caused almost total hearing loss. Deciding it was Starclan's way of telling him his time was done, he stepped down from leadership into retirement so that his younger mate could take the throne. He doesn't regret the decision at all and, even though he is 90% deaf in both of his ears... This tom will work and give his all until the day he dies. || Mate to Rowansky. Father of Stonecrypt, Phoenixscript, Faithhex, Fallenfire, Prayerkeeper, Littlesmoke, Frostedglen, Reddapple, Twilightstream, and Hurricaneroar by Coldrise- his former apprentice. || Cloudtalon and Swanflight's kit. Brother to Stagvalor in the Watch. || Lives: 1 [ 1) Died in battle, 2) Died of Greencough, 3) Died in the Great War, 4) Died from a snake-bite, 5) Died in the Frostbitten War- killed by Finalwar, 6) Died in the Frostbitten War- killed by Wolfsayer, 7.). Died in the Frostbitten War- killed by a Frostbiter, 8) Drowned in the river, 9)...] || Former leader, formally Crowstar. Senior Warrior. Thirteen years old. || Mentored: Coldrise, Foresthunter, Mistystorm, Foxtrot, Ivywinter(deceased), and Berryblossom. || Theme song- 'Won't Back Down' by Johnny Cash. || Murdered by Talcshade's spirit. || Rped by Goldenstar.||
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 17:22:07 GMT -5
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~Gingersong-~Darkbringer(Darktimber)-~Bloodstar-~Darkstar-~Goldenscreech-~Littledrop- ^LeopardLeap- Son of Vipersong and Firebringer. || vipersong ||^Shadowreath- an old, withered black and grey tom with a broken paw, a missing eye, and jagged fangs. Former medicine cat of BanditClan , || Vipersong ||~Junglevine- High-strung and easily offended, Junglevine is a very peculiar cat. He doesn't like to be around confrontation unless it's a fight he has started himself, but he will argue with just about anyone over just about anything. He's a 100% troublemaker and he loves it. Also, he constantly contradicts himself. Despite the fact that Junglevine is half-Cloudclan, half-Banditclan, he is extremely avid about the fact that pureblood is the way to go. He only ever recognizes the Cloudclan in himself, stating that any heritage he has from Shadowmane, his half-lynx father, is simply nonexistent. Junglevine is known for being rather harsh toward his timid mother, something that most of the clan and his littermates find entirely unbearable. Junglevine is always getting into scuffles with other cats and is known for constantly picking on the younger Warriors. Starlinghex has admitted to being afraid of him, worried that the darkness in Shadowmane's blood has tainted her son. Junglevine is a big, lynx-looking tom with dark gray fur and wild rosettes. He has dark, jungle green eyes that earned him his name. It wouldn't surprise anyone if this mean kitty went devilishly sour. || Starlinghex's kit by Shadowmane. Brother to Littlelion and Pantherpounce. || No mate and no kits. Heterosexual. Don't even try it. || Warrior. Executed for treason. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||~Ghostwhisper- a dark cream she-cat with lighter white and cream tabby markings. She has white paws, eyeliner, whiskers, tail-tip, underbelly, chest, and chin. She has dark amber eyes so ember that they almost look red. She is a hothead, like both her mother and father and she doesn't do well with anyone she views as weak. Ghostwhisper can be a bit intimidating and did brilliantly in her Warrior assessments for her aggression during battle training. She tends to be very close to her mother and sister but generally stays away from Specterpaw, as she views him as the runt and weakest link of the litter. She trains with her father in the Dark Forest and doesn't trust anyone outside of the group Demonfang recommends. Stay away from this dangerous she-cat. She's not on anyone's side but her own. || Daughter of Demonfang and Amberstone. Sister to Specterpaw, Phantomdrift, and Skullprint. || Executed for treason. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||~Lilyfrost/Froststar/Frost- beautiful and poised, this she-cat in her prime was one of the most overbearingly gorgeous creatures anyone could ever lay their eyes on... And she's sinister to her core. Lilyfrost is actually the first born daughter of the now deceased Cloudclan loyalists- Lostheart and Blueface. Back in Cloudclan, she was extremely arrogant, manipulative, and entirely self-centered. She honestly didn't care about anyone but herself... Until she fell madly and insanely in love with the ghastly character, Cedarclaw- a Bandit Lynx tom. In her younger days, Lilyfrost was a lovely, misty shade of silver and her fur was always tediously sleek and obsessively kept. The fur around the bends of her legs, her chest, and her neck were lightly feathered and her tail was gracefully plumed. Now, after many battles, losing her dark beloved, having a monstrous litter of half-lynx kittens, and living in the rugged mountains for years... She isn't as pretty as she once was but is now three times as lethal. Her silver fur is thick and heavy and still plums at their familiar points but is now wavy from cold. She has white paws and a darker silver face and the same coloration follows through to her ear-tips- which are torn and tattered. The tip of her tail is also white. She has cold, shimmering lilac-hued eyes and an ugly scar across her chest where her heart... Should be. After the death of her mate and the devastating loss her clan was dealt back during the Battle of the Forest, Lilyfrost and the surviving Bandits and Rogues fled to the mountains. Caring for her precious kits and her war-maddened mother-in-law, Bloodyrose, she made a pact with the shadowy forces of the Dark Forest. She would offer her still-living soul and become entirely hollow for the ability to create life from death. Now with a hidden power as a Necromancer, she has been building an army from the ground up- all created from dead creatures found in the mountains... Containing souls of the ones she's lost. She will stop at nothing to get her revenge- her army of Frostbitten shoulders at her heels. However, he sacrifice came at a price. Without a soul, her flesh is weak, and it will take only one drop of blood to spill for Lilyfrost- and all she has created- to be destroyed. || Is the 1st kit of Lostheart and Blueface's litter. Sister to Lilacdew in Cloudclan. Still in love with her creepy undead hubby, Cedarclaw. Mother of Finalwar, Darkcedar, and Wolfsayer. || Killed by her sister, Lilacdew. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||~Cedarclaw- in life- this tom was a very wicked and very arrogant creature and death has done him no pardons. Cedarclaw was the last born of Banditstar and Bloodyrose's first litter (Lynxcreed, Icegem, Battlestar, and Cedarclaw); the last after Battlestar. He is a lynx full and through and is a dark crimson color. He has dark gray tabby markings that are faded into his pelt. He is known to have a horrible temper and he flies off the handle at random things with almost no warning- toward anyone and everyone besides his beloved Lily. His eyes are a cold, glowing blue- the trademark of a Frostbitten soldier. He was killed in the Battle of the Forest and you can still see his injuries- as his body literally froze in the ground before Lilyfrost revived him. He is missing an ear, most of his face, one side of his body, a paw, and you can literally see his ribs cage. He is exceedingly proud of his sons and is beyond eager to see what they achieve under the careful care of his mate. || Bloodyrose and Banditstar's kit. Brother to Lynxcreed, Icgem, Vixenear, Battlestar, Frostedpaw, Applepaw, Darkpaw... Mate to Lilyfrost. Father of Darkcedar, Wolfsayer, and Finalwar. || Died like six times.. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||~Darkcedar- ~Talcshade- a very eerie tom that is long-legged, lanky, streamlined and powerful. This master of the shadows is very creepy looking, with sunken in eyes and a white face mask slapped on over an entirely black pelt that gives his head a skull like appearance. He has thin, bony paws that show the definitions of each toe. His tail is long and whip-like with a tuft of fluffy fur on the end. His fangs hang from his mouth slightly in an extremely disturbing way that always makes it seem as if he's smiling. He has torn, ragged ears and talc green eyes. He is the great grandson of Garnetscar and Copperfang. I wouldn't turn my back on him. It might be the last thing you do. Before the Battle of the Forest, this creepy kitty spent a lot of his time spying and reporting to his superiors to help further the process of destruction. Since being banished to the mountains with the rest of the gory survivors, he still finds ways to sneak down into Cloudclan to visit his mate- Coalthorn. He is very boastful of his daughter- Rubypaw- and plans to have more kits with Coalthorn through an alias (this wicked dude has a guy on the inside). || Formally of Berylclan. Currently in the Frostbite Pride. || Mate of Coalthorn in Cloudclan. Father of Rubypyre. || Rped by Goldenstar.||~Bloodyrose- the original mother of the Bandit League, quite literally and figuratively, Bloodyrose was once the toughest she-cat you'll ever meet... [and possibly one of the most terrifying.] She is a Maine Coon-Tabby-Cat cross and is a dark russet red color with creamy-white paws, tail-tip, underbelly, chest, and muzzle. She has thinning once-winter-ready coat and her ears are tufted and tipped white. Bloodyrose has faint black tabby markings throughout her pelt that appear more like tiger stripes. She is freakishly large for a she-cat, standing nose-to-nose beside her deceased beloved, Banditstar. She has dark, cold emerald green eyes that change between mountain blue and green constantly. In her prime she was brutal, harsh, beautiful, and violent. || The late Banditstar's mate. Mother to Lynxcreed, Icegem, Vixenear, Battlestar, Cedarclaw, Shadowstep, Frostedpaw, Applepaw, Darkpaw... || Killed during the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||~Shudderpulse- odd in appearance, Shudderpulse is a mixture of twelve breeds of cats. His lineage was once pure Lynx but that changed many generations ago. Long-legged but lean-muscles, Shudderpulse looks like a lynx in build, structure, and fur growth. His ears are tufted, his paws are huge, he has a bobbed tail. But his fur color is unusual. He is a black tom that is splotched with white splashes and littered with gray shading and dapples, giving him a salt-and-pepper-calico look that some how makes him look unconditionally handsome... In a very eerie way. He has long, canine-like fang teeth that only add to his feral appearance. His fur, though short and thick, rarely ever lies flat atop his head. He has dark, wicked, windy blue eyes. Shudderpulse got his name for the incredible talent he seems to possess; he can physically tell when someone is frightened from hearing their pulse quicken. || Tremorsong's older brother. || Killed in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||~Tremorsong- odd in appearance, but still undeniably beautiful, Tremorsong is a mixture of twelve breeds of cats. Her lineage was once pure Lynx but that changed many generations ago. Long-legged but lean-muscled, Tremorsong looks like a lynx in build, structure, and fur growth. Her ears are tufted, her paws are large, she has a bobbed tail. But her fur color is unusual. She is a foggy gray/silver she-cat that is splashed with darker and lighter gray patches and dappled with white, giving her a lovely salt-and-pepper-calico look that some how makes her look unconditionally sweet... In a very unique way. Her fur is short, feathery at the points, sleek and thick. She has dark, lovely, night-sky blue eyes. Tremorsong got her name for the incredible talent she seems to possess; she can physically tell when someone is frightened from sensing if their bodies are trembling. || Shudderpulse's baby sister. || Killed in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||~Fadedecho- the very definition of dark beauty, Fadedecho is known for her bad temper and her determination to make her mother and father proud. She is very proud of her lineage and is known to have her father's nasty mean side as well as her mother's charm. She looks one hundred percent identical to a lynx and she is the biggest of her litter and the baddest. She towers over her mother but isn't as tall as her father. She is a beautiful mist gray color with faint darker gray tabby markings as well as white lining to her eyes, lips, and ears. She has a bobbed tail and her fur is thick. Fadedecho is known for her wicked violet eyes. || Daughter of Bloodyrose and Banditstar. || Killed in the Frostbitten War. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Blackbriar- very awkward but also incredibly intelligent, this kitty is the product of a very tough upbringing. She was a Banditclan rescue and has no recollection of her life before being kidnapped- no clue who she was or where she came from. She knows the violence of the Bandits and the acceptance of Cloudclan and she understands nothing else. Blackbriar, as an apprentice was very shy and backward and didn't speak a whole lot outside of her mentors. Now that she's a full Medicine Cat, she devotes her time critically observing and intently learning- even though she is no longer an apprentice. She still doesn't talk a lot but it's now more due to self isolation than being awkward. When she does have the desire to talk about something that she knows a lot about, she will speak without hesitation and can go on for hours. Blackbriar's personality took a sour turn when she lost her mother-figure and mentor, Brindledawn, and he hasn't quite been the same since. She is often described as self-righteous and bitter but it is often to hide a blanket of incredible insecurity. She is very strict on the rules and believes the Codes with all of her heart. Blackbriar is a quiet cat but she hears everything and is often the go-to person for gossip or rumors in the clan. She is suspicious of a lot of things and has a very old-fashioned way of thinking that has developed with her age. She really has a strong dislike for Ovallake as well as any cats who are "born from sin". She is known to have a nasty attitude but she is, unfortunately, incredible at her job. Blackbriar is a very pretty she-cat, with sleek black fur and a single white toe on her front left paw. She has big, pointed ears and bright, intelligent violet-hazel eyes. || Ravenear's long-lost bastard daughter. || Formally of Banditclan- was a stolen kit. || Former Medicine Cat. Chose to go the Dark Forest rather than be in Cloudclan with cats the hates. Murdered by Tatteredleaf. || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Ravenear- an old dark gray tom with one black ear and dim blue eyes. Has dementia. Just a really terrible person. Cheated on his mate. Has like seventeen kits from different mothers all across the board. Was exiled from his birth clan, Cloudclan, for treachery to a leader (his brother was a leader and he had kits with his mate). He is really selfish and only thinks of himself. He should have died forever ago but Starclan keeps him alive as punishment. He is the father, uncle, and kin of several cats in Cloudclan. Honestly nobody cares about this guy except for Cherrydapple- his daughter. He was let back into the Valley because he's so far gone mentally but a lot cats weren't happy about it. || Elder. Oldest cat in Xhii's Tribe. Formally of Xhii's Tribe. Exiled from Cloudclan. Formally of Streamclan. Formally a rogue. || Goldenstar. ||
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 17:25:34 GMT -5
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~Curse- very beautiful and very powerful, Curse as she goes by now is the great grandchild of one of the lynxes who came with Bandit when he decided to create a clan. Curse is unrelated to the Leader but is still a lynx. She is short-ish but stout built and streamlined and femininely muscular. She has thick, deer-like brown fur that is toned with shades of tan and black. She is curvy and uncommonly beautiful with a pretty face and perfect, well-kept fur. Her eyes themselves are a gorgeous, light hazel brown color. Curse may have gotten her name from the cursing, almost magical way she has of manipulating anyone to do her will(especially toms), but her sweet antics should never be overlooked. She has a very dark future and she likes it. || Former Frostbiter || Rped by Goldenstar. ||
~Silverlight- "You don't speak unless I've spoken!" Every cat in Streamclan has heard Silverlight say this at least one hundred times. Cue the eye roll. Silverlight is an absolutely gorgeous cat- a streamlined silver tabby with black markings, white eyeliner, paws, chest, underbelly, and inner ears. She is lean muscled and fiery with bird-like yellow eyes and a cut, wedged face. She has long, white whiskers and a pink nose with a black dot in the middle. This is a privileged creature, a pureblood Streamclanian with water in her veins and ice in her heart. She cannot stand Koistar and suspects that the clan's beloved Minnowstripe is not the devout follower that she appears to be. "Streamclan Law is Streamclan Power." Silverlight can tell you all of Streamclan's Ancient Laws backward, forward, upside down, and in a different language. She is obnoxiously obsessed with keeping the clan exactly the way it is. She has yet to serve her time as a Queen because she hasn't yet found a tom she believes is worthy enough of her to sire her children. Her very best friend in the whole wide world is Gingercrane. Once banished from StreamClan for her tyranny, she helped Gingercrane kidnap her two daughters and fled to the blood mountains, where they joined forces under Scarletwilow || Bisexual. || Silverstar's great granddaughter. || Formally of Streamclan. || Warrior || Goldenstar. ||
~Lincoln- What can I say? He's. One. Bad. Dude. Lincoln has been a rogue his entire life. He was born on the streets and knows how to run them. Both of his parents were strays- his mother a feisty brown tabby and his father a rugged black tom. Lincoln was their only child and unfortunately... they spoiled him. Link learned from an early age that he could get whatever he wanted- whenever he wanted- from whoever he wanted- just by being charming, sly, and very, very, very... fake. He learned as a kit how to alter his personality to fit the situation he was in or to get what he wanted or needed. Be nice and friendly to two-legs and they'll give you food. Be smooth to she-cats and they'll give you attention. Be kind to toms and they'll give you anything. He's been a master manipulator his entire life and he even betrayed his own parents. Lincoln had been stealing chickens from a farm outside of the two-leg town at the base of the Blue Mountains and the humans were fed up with it. To get animal control off his tail, he lead his elderly mother and father out to the farm and offered them some freshly killed chicken. Then the animal control officers showed up and took the cats away- never to be seen again. And he's been swindling and screwing everyone else over ever since. Lincoln is an expert thief and has quite a bit of blood on his paws- as he'll never hesitate to kill if it conveniences him. He has a soft spot for dumb she-cats or mollies who fall in love too easy in general- soft, as in... he likes the attention. For a time as a young tom, he courted a pretty Goldenclan molly named Winterbird but when she told him that she was pregnant and would run away with him to raise their family, he abandoned her- unaware that she later died giving birth. A short time after that, he took to the companionship of an unattractive, wirey-furred she-cat named Penny who actually saw Lincoln for who he was- an abusive, manipulative monster... But not before she got pregnant by him. She fled from him into the mountains but fell ill and gave her kittens away, leaving them in Cloud Valley in a pumpkin patch to be discovered later on by a Cloudclan patrol. In more recent moons, Lincoln got bored with his life as a solitary tom and took some... rather sinister... charge of his own affairs when he savagely attacked an Inkclan apprentice during her Warrior assessment. She too became pregnant with his kits. To stay away from the heat, Link departed from the two-leg town he had known his entire life and traded the scenery for the rugged terrain of the Blue Mountains. Consider this your first... and only warning; Stay. Away. From. Him. Lincoln is, sadly, a very attractive tom. He is a huge cat, towering over most others with massive shoulders and hard cut muscles. He has thick, shaggy fur that is a marble of dark cream, gray, and brown. He has giant, cream splashed paws, brown tabby markings on his legs, a long, fluffy tail, tufted ears, and long white whiskers. His eyes are miscolored, as heterochromia runs dominant through his family; one iris is orange, one is amber. I would tell you more about his personality... but even I'm not sure what it really is. It is extremely likely that Lincoln has way more kits than just the ones he knows about because his lovers, conquests, and old flames are virtually countless. Just be on the look out for fatherless kits with mismatched eyes. || Loner. Drifter. Manipulator. Murderer. Thief. Abuser. So many things- and none of them good. || Biological father to Tundrastar and Arcticthunder of Goldenclan by the late Winterbird. Biological father of Mack of Xhii's Tribe by the late loner Lika. Biological father of Umberpatch, Obsidianspire, and Sweetlyric(deceased) of Cloudclan by the late loner Penny. Biological father of Blackwood, Pineblade, and Oakstomp of Inkclan by Deerfreckle. || Narcissistictic pansexual. || Goldenstar. ||
Borealis(Bo)- what an interesting character this man is. Bo is a large hare, but unlike most of his kind- he is a snowy white with pale gray stripes along his lower back, hind flanks, and ears. He has a soft misty color shading his mouth and all four paws. His eyes are crystal blue. Bo has an unusual backstory and it starts from the day he was born. He was the only kit and his litter and his mother left when he was a few hours old to search for food and never made it back- killed by a hunter. Bo would have surely died had his mother's nest not been built inside a poplar tree that was inhabited by a family of bluebirds. That family of birds saw baby Bo- alone and abandoned- and set off to find someone to care for him and brought back a mother rabbit who took him in. But still the bluebird watched Bo. When he was old enough to understand he was different, the birds told him about his true origins and that they had been friends with his mother. It wasn't long after when tragedy struck Borealis a second time when his adopted family were all killed by a wild dog. All but Bo- who was rescued once again by the bluebirds. Bo went rogue for a while after that and travelled on his own for many years- dealing with the hardships of the wild and all that comes with being a white hare alone in the world. One day he eventually made it back to the poplar where he was born and found only one of the bluebirds left- the sweet mother who half raised him- Clara. All of her baby birds had gone and she was alone. Bo stayed with her and cared for her for the rest of her days until she passed- and he took some of her feathers with him so that he'd always have something of his true mother behind. Bo is a hardened hare and is extremely used to his solitude but he does get lonely. He has never quite felt at home, or a part of anything, anywhere he has ever been. He wandered into the Valley one day through a crack in the Wall and has been inside ever since. Bo found his first strike of romantic companionship in the most unlikely place when he saw a peculiar hairless molly talking softly to a snail on a leaf. He fell head over heels in love with Pearlshell almost at first sight and has been adoring her and every breath she takes ever since. He is ferociously protective of her and is the brashness that she lacks. He doesn't care that they're from different worlds and are different species. He loves her. And her heart is his to protect. Bo wears an ivy necklace with one of Clara's feathers on it around his neck and he stores the others he has in his burrow. Bo will never be a part of Cloudclan in its entirety because it isn't a home for him. But wherever Pearlshell is... he will always be. || Loner/rogue. || Wild hare. || Mates with Pearlshell in Cloudclan. || Adopted son of the late Milda (a rabbit) and Clara (a bluebird). || Goldenstar. ||
Post Thirteen
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 17:50:28 GMT -5
☁ T E R R I T O R Y ☁
C L O U D C L A N
*After walking out of the camp from behind the willow tree and hidden canyon, you pad down a worn, dirt path that leads into a beautiful forest of trees of every kind. There are three different paths to take. One, stretching to the right, will lead you down to the Star Grotto, and beyond that, the Brackennose River followed by more brilliant forest. To the left, the trail will lead you deeper into the current woods, before fanning out to the waterfall and the pond beneath it. Straight down the middle(Often called the starlight path), you'll travel deep into the forest to face the open moor. Beyond the moor itself, there is EverLove Lake. Now, which way...*
Right
*Padding down the right trail, you pass the Star Grotto with deep fascination. You climb up the rock facing to peer inside. The seemingly silver glinted moss is very soft and beautiful and you are tempted to lie down, but there is much to see. With a satisfied nod, you begin walking back along the trail till you hear the sound of rushing water. You quicken your stride till at last, you see a massive river in front of you and a lush, green forest on the other side. A fallen Redwood tree makes for a bridge to allow you across. Stepping on the bark and crossing to the other side, you head toward excellent squirrel and rabbit hunting in the live forest beyond...*
Left
*Veering to the left, you make your way down a worn grass trail that leads you deep into the forest. You are astounded by the tall Oaks and massive Redwoods that seem to make the forest seem to reach for StarClan. You start to weave in and out of bushes when you hear the sound of thunderous water. You pad through the brush, then stop, in awe of what is before you. A brilliant waterfall, from the end of the Brackennose River on the Western side is spilling down into a calm, stilled part of the Brackennose River that is cut off from the main body and rounded into a large pond. You lap at the cool, clear water then notice a rabbit on the other side. But how to cross? Must you get your fur wet? No, stones are risen above the water's surface, providing warm stepping stones to get from one side to another. As you cross, leaping from one stone to the next, you look at the waterfall and think how lovely it truly is...*
Middle
*Your paws are set straightforward, as you walk down the trail directly in front of you. Paw-step after paw-step you dive deeper and deeper into the beautiful, lush forest. After some time of strolling along, you come upon a clearing. A lush, green moor/meadow lays before you. With every gentle breeze, the grass bends slightly, making the whole field shimmer. You take a deep breath then break into a run across the open moor to the other side. After crossing the beautiful moor, you make your way over a small hill, then stop at the top. Dipping down in the earth, a gorgeous lake rests. You purr, feeling relaxed by the essence of EverLove Lake. You pad around the shore then eventually come to a small, yet cozy bracken-made den. With a smile, you head in to take a much deserved nap, in one of the most beautiful places in CloudClan...*
☁ I N S I D E T H E C A M P ☁
C L O U D C L A N
First thing's first... Finding Cloudclan's camp is pretty... Not easy. About fifty tail lengths from the Cloud Oak, there is a beautiful, huge Weeping Willow Tree that is wedged between two massive boulders. Its branches sway gracefully in the wind and... Wait... Is that a tunnel?... Yes! Through the twisted roots of the willow, there seems to be a tunnel of some sort that reached back through the rocks. Curiously, you slip between the leafy curtains to explore the entrance you've discovered... After walking about five tail-lengths through the not-so-dark tunnel and easing between the boulders, you are amazed and what you've found! Hidden behind the rocks and through the trees, there's a camp here! A really... Really big camp. You want to explore and see what all of this is about. How come you can't see it from the outside... The first thing you notice are the walls. All around the perimeter, a full... Probably one hundred tail-lengths or more... Are trees. But between the trees, there are walls of clay and mud and sticks that form a solid, brick like surface. You place your paws on one of the walls and, even standing on your hind paws, you can't see over the top. From the outside, the barriers would just look like bushes. Genius engineering that must take a lot of maintenance. But if it gets the job done, that's all that matters. You notice immediately how massive all of the dens are. Wow. They must have a lot of cats! The Den's all touch each-other, their massive walls touch each-other. Except for what must be the Leader's Den, an odd hole in the ground in the back of camp, and a massive sandy area. Huh... Best get exploring! Walking to the left from the entrance, you are almost immediately by the first den. It is constructed of all types of things; branches, clay, dead leaves. You can hear young cats chattering inside and you've decided that it must be the Apprentice's Den. No more has that nest ended, your paws are pressing into soft, white sand. There is a hallow here! Sandy with a stream in the back. That is the Training Area... Right in camp! How convenient. Continuing around the circle, you are warmed instantly by the smell of kitten fur and milk. A den is nestled snugly, and very discreetly, between the sandy hallow and the hole you noticed when you walked in. This den was made out of all kinds of soft things, grass and feathers and mud and moss. This had to be the Nursery. Placed in the back of camp so that it would be furthest away from the entrance and made to look like a bush so it would be harder to find. Now, this... This you were really confused about. What is this random hole in the ground? A pretty massive hole too... Looks to be an old badger set. You notice there are all kinds of stones decorating the outside of this tunnel. What could be so important? Curiously, you blink once more before slipping into the earthly hole. Yeah... This was a bad idea. It's dark! Really, really friggin' dark. And kind of tight. You're starting to wonder if you should turn around but... You're almost certain you can see light at the end of this. Frightened and under pressure, you break into a run. One paw-step in front of the other. Just got to... Oof! So, there was a random drop back there. Ouch. But... Hey, you can see now! And... Woah... You are standing in front of a massive stone, it looks like some type of gem. It's many different colors and you feel extremely at ease here... You look up, noticing that, through what appears to be some type of forest floor canopy, you can see the sky. You have stumbled upon the Mooncave and before you is the Moon Crystal, Cloudclan's way of communicating with Starclan. Alright, so that was a nice experience after all! After walking back out from the Moon Cave, you continue to the left around the circle of camp. Here, wedged between the old badger set and a fallen, hallow tree... Is the smallest den in the camp. It is new, you can tell. Made of vines and sticks and mud. You're not sure what this is but you've actually just passed in front of the Deputy's Den. Be sure not to wake anyone as you explore! Before you now is a fallen tree, a once large pine that has been withered away and hallowed out by time so it is now just an empty log. In fact, once side of it is split open to reveal a comfy looking den of the old of the clan. You notice how comfy all the retired Warriors look and are careful to be quiet as you tiptoe past the Elder's Den. Wow! You've almost gone full circle. Touring this camp is a serious work out. Woah... You look up, amazing at the massive Oak Tree that is towering above the camp. Well... It seemed glorious at one time. Lighting had stuck it at one point, it is split at the top and is now dead and dried but it still holds some type of beauty. Through the twisted roots and hallowed bottom, you can smell herbs and poultices inside. Ah. So this is the Medicine Cat Den... Must be nice and safe feeling in there. Now this... This is something to see. You have to change course and swerve out just to avoid running into the wall of the Warrior's Den. It's huge! So big, it could nearly be the width of all the other dens put together. The walls are held together by clay and sticks and twigs. It must be cozy and tight in there... You certainly hope everyone gets along! Finally, you have gone full circle. You're now back where you started, by the tunnel that opens up from between two rocks. You look back over this amazing camp, looking at the one marvel you had yet to really explore. Right in the center of the camp... there was a massive stone, a boulder that a natural cave at it's bottom. Ivy vines stretched down over the entrance so you couldn't see inside but you didn't need to. You knew what that rock was home to. It was the Leader's Den. You set your paws toward the tunnel to leave but then you look over your shoulder once more. Everything seemed so safe and peaceful here... Maybe... You turn around and head slowly for the vines of the Leader's Den. You'd like to ask to stay a while. And you'll be welcomed with open arms.
☁ L A N D M A R K S ☁
C L O U D C L A N
☁ MoonCave- an old badger set with a huge, multi-colored crystal- the MoonCrystal- inside that is used for communication to Starclan. It is also the storing place of Spirit Stones- gems and jewels collected from the old Berylclan territory that Gem Warriors (cats with Berylclan blood) choose from upon becoming apprentices. It is a sacred place, combining two clans as one. Location: The back of Cloudclan's camp.☁ Star Grotto- grotto full of lush, green, starry moss that is used for lining in dens and is a great place to sleep and speak with Starclan. Location: Right out of camp, just down the starlight path and to the right.☁ Everlove Lake- beautiful shimmering lake that is named in honor of Goldenstar's mother. Is the most romantic place in Cloudclan. Location: Directly down the starlight path.☁ Brackennose River- a huge, ever-flowing, many-mile long river that runs the length of Cloudclan's western territory. Named after Goldenstar's late, brave son who died getting his clan across during a flood. Location: The western side of CloudClan's territory.☁ The Sky Oak- massive oak tree that stretches up nearly a hundred feet. Location: To the east of the camp, just downwind of the starlight path.☁ Hot Springs- a small, isolated bit of lake water that rests just south of Everlove Lake, into the forest. The water is heated and the rocks above and beside the springs are perfect for bathing and aching bones. Location- South of Everlove Lake, to the right, and in a dip in the ground.☁ The Watcher's Wall- a feline-made, huge structure that runs the entire perimeter around the Blue Mountains that protect Cloud Valley. It has four Watch Towers and is routinely patrolled and maintained. Location- Above the Valley, molded around the mountain ridges that help shelter Cloudclan.
Post Eighteen
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 17:57:59 GMT -5
☁ T E R R I T O R Y ☁
T H E C L A N ' S W A T C H
* The wind is cold and the rocks are hard on your tender paws. You're not yet used to life on the Watch. But you'll learn fast up here. Walking Westward away from camp, you can see the Call Tower standing tall in the distance and are aware that there are two Watchers already tending to maintain the tower to make it sturdier and strong. You're padding alongside the wall that stretches on and on for miles, the barrier made of twigs, leaves, carefully places branches, stone, mud, and clay. This structure goes in a large circle, running from the start of the Watchers' camp, all the way around their entire territory, wrapping back to the other side of the camp. You look around you, excited but nervous as you wonder how you'll fit in to the society of dedicated Cloudclanians here. What will your watch have in store for you?... *
☁ I N S I D E T H E C A M P ☁
T H E C L A N ' S W A T C H
The camp for the Clan's Watch is settled where it should be; right in the middle of the clearest path from the ridge of the Blue Mountains to the entrance to Cloud Valley. It is a massive structure that is constantly under construction, as Watchers have to venture down into Cloudclan's main territory to fetch leaves, sticks, twigs, and other things to create a suitable structure out of nothing. Firstly, you are incredibly impressed by the fact that there is a wall, several feet high, that stretches for as far as you an see in either direction away from the Watchers' camp. This is the first defense against the outside world as someone would have to get past the wall to be able to enter Cloud Valley; something that is made incredibly difficult by the Call Towers that are located all around the circle of mountains that hide Cloudclan's main camp. But, you can't even think about that now. This camp... Created from the cold, hard ground-up, the Watchers' camp is very large and very dense. Leaves and twigs have been used to make a mesh netting that goes above like a ceiling, shielding the cats inside from the harshest of the mountain's weather. It's just one big, organically made tent. There is only one den and it has no cover or true sides; just one huge nest of down, feathers, and soft plants. The fresh kill pile is heavily stocked and there is a Medicine Cat tending to herbs by organizing them on top of a series of flat rocks. Everything is in constant motion here as the Watchers busily try to update and maintain their home. You spot the Captain, Darkfrost, and head over to him, eager to venture away from camp to the Call Towers for your first shift on sentry duty. So, you'e watch has begun...
☁ L A N D M A R K S ☁
T H E C L A N ' S W A T C H
❦ East Call Tower- a cat-made hill with a wooden-carved horn stationed atop that allows a Watcher to alert the rest of the force of threats seen in the distance. [Located on the Eastern side of the Watchers' Territory of the Blue Mountains.]❦ West Call Tower- a cat-made hill with a wooden-carved horn stationed atop that allows a Watcher to alert the rest of the force of threats seen in the distance. [Located on the Western side of the Watchers' Territory of the Blue Mountains.]❦ North Call Tower- a cat-made hill with a wooden-carved horn stationed atop that allows a Watcher to alert the rest of the force of threats seen in the distance. [Located on the Northern side of the Watchers' Territory of the Blue Mountains.]❦ South Call Tower- a cat-made hill with a wooden-carved horn stationed atop that allows a Watcher to alert the rest of the force of threats seen in the distance. [Located on the Southern side of the Watchers' Territory of the Blue Mountains.]❦ The Boundary- the heavy line drawn in gem-based white chalk that runs the length of the boarder from the Watchers' Territory and what was formally Bandit Country. It has to be touched up every day and it is forbidden to cross outside it unless given in an order to do so from a Captain. [Located across the entire perimeter between Watchers' Territory and former Bandit Country.]❦ Thunderbolt Gorge- a huge separation between two peaks on the Northernmost side of Watcher Land. Only Eshiira is able to successfully navigate down it. She will often do so with a Watcher or two on her back to find her way to the bottom to collect precious cobwebs and thick, succulent moss for Twilightmoon. It is also the only way to access the Watchers' place to talk to Starclan. It is very dangerous to descend into and many cats have died attempting it alone. [Located at the Northernmost part of Watcher Land, between two mountain peaks.]❦ The Moonchasm- at the bottom of Thunderbolt Gorge, there is a cave that was made my humans hundreds of years ago when a stream ran through the bottom of the canyon. It has been abandoned for centuries and has since become little else than a dark, shiny, moss-covered orifice in the mountain's surface. Covered entirely in soft, plushy moss, at the center of the cave is an old set of branches that had once been used to create fire. Nearly untouched by time, cats from the Clan's Watch can come to the chasm to be close to Starclan. All they have to do is step food in the cave and they'll be able to contact their ancestors- but be warned, when one does, the nest of branches will light with cold, white fire until the feline has finished their visit into Starclan. [Located at the bottom of the Thunderbolt Gorge.]
Post Nineteen
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 18:00:24 GMT -5
☁ M E N T O R S & A P P R E N T I C E S ☁
☁ Snowpaw(cowbird)- Briartalon(Goldenstar)
☁ Desertpaw(Goldenstar)- Jackalfang(Goldenstar)
☁ Duskpaw(Treeheart)- Maroonfeather(Treeheart)
☁ Badgerpaw(Goldenstar)- Palesmoke(cowbird)
☁ Beepaw(Goldenstar)- Heronwing(cowbird)
☁ Doepaw(cowbird)- Garnetlace(Goldenstar)
☁ Hawkpaw(cowbird)- Dapplebelly(cowbird)
☁ Nightpaw(cowbird)- Woodenspire(Goldenstar)
☁ Cinderpaw(cowbird)- Rowanberry and Umberpatch(Goldenstar)
☁ Dawnpaw(cowbird)- Lilybrook(Treeheart)
☁ Gorsepaw(cowbird)- Swanpoppy(cowbird)
☁ Speckledpaw(cowbird)- Galecry(cowbird)
☁ Blackpaw(cowbird)- Quietmouse(Goldenstar)
☁ Morningpaw(cowbird)- Elmshadow(Goldenstar)
☁ Aspenpaw(Goldenstar)- Mahoganyfur(cowbird)
☁ Ashpaw(Goldenstar)- Patchear(Treeheart)
☁ Alderpaw(Goldenstar)- Shatteredlake(Goldenstar)
☁ Flowerpaw(Goldenstar)- Bronzeeagle(Goldenstar)
☁ Echopaw(Goldenstar)- Redmouse(cowbird)
☁ Emberpaw(Goldenstar)- Snowdapple(Goldenstar)
☁ Lindenpaw(Goldenstar)- Rosecrown(Treeheart)
☁ Vinepaw(Goldenstar)- Obsidianspire(Goldenstar)
☁ Walnutpaw(Goldenstar)- Jayrush(Goldenstar)
☁ Moonpaw(Goldenstar)- Cicadascreech(Treeheart)
☁ Starpaw(Goldenstar)- Browncolt(Goldenstar)
☁ Flowerpaw(cowbird)- Stagcall(Treeheart)
☁ Sparrowpaw(cowbird)- Labyrinthrunner(Goldenstar)
☁ Owlpaw(cowbird)- Dandelionbriar(Treeheart)
☁ Dewpaw(cowbird)- Sunnyarch(Goldenstar)
☁ Meadowpaw(Goldenstar)- Sparrowtalon(Treeheart)
☁ Olivepaw(cowbird)- Thornsilk(Treeheart)
☁ Whitepaw(cowbird) and Rootpaw(cowbird)- Harbingerstrike(Goldenstar), Crowcharm(Goldenstar), Ravenhex(Goldenstar)
☁ Sparrowpaw(Goldenstar)- Clearflutter(Goldenstar)
☁ Cricketpaw(Goldenstar)- Lionstreak(Treeheart)
☁ Songpaw(Treeheart)- Topazloch(Goldenstar)
☁ Skypaw(Treeheart)- Leopardtempt(Goldenstar)
☁ Everpaw(Treeheart)- Tinderspark(Goldenstar)
☁ Ravenpaw(Treeheart)- Mountainhush(Goldenstar)
☁ Daypaw(Goldenstar)- Opalsmoke(Treeheart)
☁ Currantpaw(Goldenstar)- Frostedbranch(Goldenstar)
Post Twenty
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 18:04:23 GMT -5
☁ C L A N A T T R I B U T E S ☁
C O M M O N C L O U D C L A N K N O W L E D G E
☁ Anlach- a ritualistic ceremony that comes four times a year with the four seasons; Winter(Leaf-Bare), Summer(Green-Leaf), Fall(Leaf-Fall), and Spring(New-Leaf). Anlach was established long ago, in the days of Ancient Cloudclan by Cloudstar. It was done in a way of honor to celebrate love and new life. During Anlach, which can last the entire season depending on how long the current Leader wants to hold it, there are open opportunities for toms and she-cats to court one another. The camp is decorated to show liveliness and spirit, to promote love and prosperity. During this time, toms and she-cats who already have mates will twine feathers or flowers in their fur to symbolize that they are not open for courting. Usually, the toms who are seeking a mate will present their she-cat of interest with some type of gift; a pretty stone, flower, or feather. And the she-cats in turn present the toms with their own stone or feather. Throughout the time stretch, there is dancing and singing and storytelling. For many of the Elders, Anlach is their fondest times. It is a time of celebration and peace. Anlach, long ago, was a time for toms to spar over she-cats. Although light or play-fighting among toms and she-cats is approved of now, full on battles to the death for the right to a mate are not allowed. Cloudclan wasn't always a five hundred strong clan. Leaders keeps the ritual alive so that the clan will never forget where they came from and will always appreciate the love and prosperity they have been blessed with.
☁ Banditclan/Bandit Country- a group of lynx/wild-cat hybrids who live on the other side of the Blue Mountains. They are a constant threat to Cloudclan and the two are at constant war. Since the move to the mountains and back, the Bandits have been attacking in attempt to further weaken the clan. The strain on the rivalry has increased since the two clans once shared domain. Bandits are known for being kit-thieves, kidnappers, and murderers. They are highly annoying and aggressive and aren't tolerated. Considered extinct.
☁ Berylclan- allies to Cloudclan who live about twenty minutes away by foot from the Blue Mountains. They have since merged with Cloudclan permanently but their territory is still visited and used for herbs and jewel collections.
☁ (The) Clan's Watch- an elite group of guardians who are selected from the Warrior portion of Cloudclan's main camp. They pledge their lives to protecting Cloudclan, being the first defense against any outside threat. It is a high honor to be a Watcher.
☁ Darkclan- now extinct, Darkclan was the product of Darkbringer's riot from Dragonstar many years ago. A lot of current Cloudclan Warriors have Darkclan roots. It is rumored that a few rogues still preach Darkclan Law. Though more of history and legend now, it is still in a Cloudclan cat's best interest to pray that it stays that way.
☁ Inkclan- a clan that lives in a two-leg town beyond the Blue Mountain range. They are allies, albeit strange cats, and they come to the Valley once a moon for the meetings. They are mostly pacifistic but aren't afraid to fight. They have a lot of knowledge about two-legs, what they call 'people' or 'humans' and they are extremely affectionate.
☁ Starclan Berries- a rare type of fruit that grows underwater, they are hard to find and aren't easily grown. These berries are unique only to Cloudclan soil, for Medicine Cats brought the seeds of these odd fruits with them when Ancient Cloudclan left Cloud Island long ago. The berries are white, which is part of the reason why they've coveted such an unusual name. The insides of StarClan Berries can be blue, red, pink, or purple; depending on the climate they are grown in and how ripe they are when picked. These mysterious berries are sweet tasting and juicy and are said to be able to cure any sickness or injury. Many Medicine Cats spend long days and nights searching waterways in Cloudclan, trying to find and store as many of these precious berries as possible. You never know when you may need one.
☁ Streamclan- the most hated of all of Cloudclan's enemies, Streamclan has been the sole nemesis of this clan since its creation. They are cruel and rude and violent and have a very aggressive history with CloudClan. Though Goldenstar and her kin are generally very accepting of everyone, they are known to be a bit leery of StreamClan cats(even though there are a few former StreamClan cats in the clan to date). There is no tolerance for these cats and any time they're around, it is almost guaranteed that there will be a war.
☁ Xhii's Tribe- a very unusual group of cats who live in the Blue Mountains on the tallest one in the range. They're extremely pacifistic and are good allies to have. They helped Cloudclan during their time in the mountains.
☁ T Y P E S O F P R E Y ☁
☁ Mice- common.
☁ Voles- common.
☁ Squirrels- common.
☁ Rabbits- common.
☁ Deer- common.
☁ Birds- common.
☁ Fish- common- seasonal.
☁ Snakes- rather uncommon.
☁ K I N D S O F P R E D A T O R S ☁
☁ Fox- common.
☁ Coyote- common.
☁ Eagle- common.
☁ Badger- rare.
☁ Wolf- rare.
☁ Falcon- rare.
☁ Bear- rare.
☁ Mountain Lion- rare.
☁ Wolverine- extremely rare.
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 18:06:36 GMT -5
☁ M E D I C I N E C A T I N V E N T O R Y ☁
☁ Apple Leaves- can be chewed and pressed into gums to prevent soreness of toothache.
☁ Borage Leaves- to be chewed and eaten; great for nursing queens as it helps increase their supply of milk/helps to bring down fever.
☁ Burdock Root- tall stemmed, sharp-smelling, dark-leaved thistle. The roots can be chewed into a pulp and used on rat bites to cure infection.
☁ Chamomile- calms nerves(Also see Dandelion Leaves).
☁ Catmint- delicious smelling leafy plant that is hard to find in the wild. Found in two-leg gardens. It is the best remedy for Greencough.
☁ Cattails- the juice of the cattail can heal wounds, and the stems are pliable and can hold broken bones together.
☁ Chervil- the juice of chervil leaves and the roots are used for infected wounds and belly aches.
☁ Chickweed- used to help cure Greencough.
☁ Cobwebs- used to wrap around the injury, soak up the blood, and keep it clean and stops bleeding.
☁ Coltsfoot- the leaves can be chewed into a pulp then eaten to help shortness of breath.
☁ Comfrey- chewed into a poultice and eaten to mend broken bones and soothe wounds.
☁ Daisy Leaves- used to treat aching joints.
☁ Dandelion Leaves- used to calm anxiety (Also see Chamomile).
☁ Dock- the leaf can be chewed up and applied to soothe scratches.
☁ Dried Oak Leaf- stops infection.
☁ Feverfew- can be eaten to cool down body temperature, particularly for cats with fever or chills(See Lavender).
☁ Goldenrod- made into a poultice and eaten to treat healing wounds.
☁ Honey- great for soothing infections for the throats of cats that have inhaled smoke.
☁ Horsetail- leaves that are usually chewed up to treat infected wounds by applying as a poultice.
☁ Juniper Berries- berries sooth bellyaches and helps cats that have trouble breathing.
☁ Lavender- cures fever (see Feverfew).
☁ Marigold- petals can be chewed into a pulp to stop infection.
☁ Mousebile- used for getting rid of ticks. (Make sure to wash paws afterward!)
☁ Mud- helps draw poison from snake bites and plaster cuts together.
☁ Poppy Seeds- helps cats sleep and soothes those who suffer from shock and distress. (Not recommended for nursing queens.)
☁ Ragwort Leaves- used alongside Juniper Berries in a poultice to treat aching joints.
☁ Starclan Berries- found only in Cloudclan, these rare white berries can cure virtually any injury or illness by just eating one of them.
☁ Stinging Nettle- seeds and leaves are used when swallowed poison and brings down swelling.
☁ Tansy- eaten in small doses; helps cure coughs.
☁ Thyme- can be eaten to calm anxiety and nerves.
☁ Watermint- chewed into a pulp and eaten; soothes bellyaches.
☁ Wild Garlic- rolling in a patch helps prevent infection, especially from rat bites(See Burdock Root).
☁ Willow Leaves- chewed into a pulp; can reduce swelling, soothe scratches, and prevent bellyaches.
☁ Yarrow- leaves can be made into a poultice and applied to wounds.
☁ Yew- deadly, kept as poison only to end the suffering of a cat in extreme pain who cannot be healed.
Post Twenty Two
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 18:10:19 GMT -5
☁ C L A N H I S T O R Y ☁
☁ How It All Began ☁
Once, long ago -before the dividing of the clans- a ThunderClan she-cat and a SkyClan tom fell in love. Over moons, their love became more and that love became a single kit. A majestic, silk-furred white tom with a silver cloud marking on his chest and blazing, proud blue eyes. His name was Cloudheart, later Cloudstar, founder and Leader of CloudClan.
After years of rogues, outcasts, kitty-pets, and loners joining Cloudstar, his mate, Shimmersong, their friends, and their two kits: The clan grew and prospered. After leading the clan for nearly three decades, Cloudstar retired, leaving his younger mate to take his place. Only two moons after his retirement, Cloudstar passed away to be the first Cloudclan cat accepted into the eternal forests of Starclan.
Shimmerstar lead the clan on for five years more, until her own passing into Starclan as a retired Warrior (Shimmersong). Unfortunately, Shimmersong left Cloudclan without someone to guide them as the current Deputy who proceeded her as leader died before he appointed a new Deputy. From there, their two children (Silverdash and Rowanstrike), who now had kits of their own, talked and decided on who the next Leader should be. Granddaughter of Cloudstar, daughter of Flametamer and Silverdash, Gingerdapples would take the place as Leader of CloudClan.
☁ A Dark Time ☁
Gingerstar, formally known as Gingerdapples, lead the clan for nearly two decades. She saw her mate pass away and witnessed her brother's kit by an unknown queen flourish as a Warrior, and prove herself worthy as a Leader. However, a moon before she was to be appointed, Daylightrunner fell terribly ill with Green Cough, and requested in her dying breath that her son, Dragonroar would lead the clan.
Gingerstar fulfilled Daylightrunner's request. Dragonroar was appointed Leader as Gingerstar stepped down into retirement. Dragonroar lead Cloudclan as the best Leader they had ever known. He ruled for years, his clan healthy and thriving, he himself powerful and unchallenged. And yet... He was lonely. He watched his aggressive adopted brother, Darktimber, lead a seemingly happy life with his timid mate, Softheart, and it tore him up inside.
One day, Softheart went to her Leader for help. She told him that Darktimber was trying to force her to have his kits, and she wasn't ready. She was afraid of him. He was harsh and cruel, while she only wished for love and passion. Dragonstar's heart melted for the kind she-cat and they fell madly in love. When Softheart became pregnant with the Leader's kits and parted from her cruel mate, Darktimber changed forever.
He promised he'd come back some day and get revenge, swearing to Starclan that he would kill Dragonstar with a blow to the heart. After leaving the clan(And renaming himself Darkbringer) he created a clan of blood-hungry fiends that came to be known as Darkclan and they would terrorize Cloudclan for generations to come. Many years later, he kept his promise. Darkbringer killed Softheart before being slain by Dragonstar in a fight for his mate's legacy and honor. Dragonstar lived for many more years before passing to Starclan to be reunited with his beloved again.
☁ An Eternal Love ☁
During the rein of Dragonstar, a mutiny had occurred within the clan. A she-cat named Gingersong had betrayed her own kind. As Deputy, she had mated with a Darkclan tom (Tornears). A young she-cat Warrior named Everlove found out about this betrayal and told her Leader. When Dragonstar was told the truth, he banished Gingersong from the clan forever and offered Everlove (who happened to be his daughter) the vacant Deputy position as a sign of gratitude. The loyal Warrior didn't want the stress and pressure of becoming Leader, her father's paw-steps too large to fill. She wanted her mate, Eternalbrave, to be the future Leader of Cloudclan in her place. And so it was so.
After Dragonstar's death as an old tom, Eternalbrave became Eternalstar. He lead Cloudclan with tender love, unwavering compassion, and gentle kindness. Yet, he always made time for his loving mate... But one day that all ended in a moment shorter than a heartbeat.
The current Darkclan leader, Deathstar, had taken Everlove as his prisoner. He held her ransom, threatening that if Eternalstar didn't step down as Leader and vow to never try to oppose him again, the vengeful tom would kill Everlove and wage war on the Valley. Eternalstar so adored his mate, he did as he was told. But what the foolish Deathstar didn't know was what the clan held as their secret. These two had kits... And they would bring about the longest reining Leader Cloudclan would ever know.
☁ A Golden Era ☁
Daughter of Eternalstar and Everlove, Goldensong was a devoted and loyal Warrior. She had her father's devotion and her mother's kindness. But like so many in her family, she also had a foolish heart. She fell in love too easily and put too much faith in others. This would prove to be a deadly combination as Leader of the mighty clan.
In love with a young Warrior named Flamestep, Goldenstar was heartbroken when this tom betrayed her by mating with a StreamClan she-cat and the Queen bore his seven kits. The blow was devastating, as Streamclan had been the arch rivals of Cloudclan since a Warrior named Streamheart left Cloudstar's ranks way back in the beginning of Cloudclan's history. And the heartache only got worse from there. The night after Goldenstar discovered her mate's betrayal, a horror no one could expect would change Cloudclan, and Goldenstar, forever.
Goldenstar awoke to the sound of cries and snarls as a wolf pack attacked her precious clan. The Leader tried, and watched terrified as her clan was destroyed by these savage canines. While trying to save her only daughter, the Leader was thrown against the rock wall of the Warrior's Den and was knocked unconscious. When she came to... Her entire clan was gone. Tear-stricken and heartbroken, Goldenstar fled from the terrible scene, leaving the land and the camp that her family had occupied for generations. That's when it all truly began.
After running for moons, Goldenstar collapsed, exhausted, on new soil and was taken in and raised by a clan till she was strong enough to leave. After becoming well enough to trouble, the clan-less leader departed from her blessed Mistclan. After many more moons of endless searching, the young Leader found a new territory, a lush valley trapped between a range of blue mountains... And it was here that she began a new life. She encountered in this land, a tom named Blackscar who later became her mate and the newborn Cloudclan's first Medicine Cat. She made many friends along her journeys and she was not ashamed to travel with rogues. Finally, with enough cats to start anew and a beautiful land to begin again, this set the stage for the rebirth of the Cloudclan.
Alas, the rapture was short-lived. And again, Goldenstar was subject to heartbreak. Blackscar left her in an angry rage of jealousy and bitterness of Goldenstar's power and prosperity, an event which left her dead inside for many moons. A few seasons later, she took another mate. One of her most loyal Warriors confessed his love to her and Goldenstar decided to take a chance. Gashheart had broken through her defenses and held the Leader's heart in his scarred, damaged paws. The two lived happily together for a long time until one night on a patrol, both Goldenstar and Gashheart vanished, abducted by Two-Legs to be taken far away. The clan waited for almost a full moon before mourning them as dead as they were forced to move on in the name of Cloudclan's sake.
☁ An Emerald in a Coal Mine ☁
From Gashheart and Goldenstar's only litter, three sons were born. Flamenose- the gentle hunter, Dragonfire- the fearless fighter, and Emeraldstar- the loyal Leader. And it were these three that inherited the clan of their ancestors.
Emeraldstar was born in a time of great despair, having lost both his mother and father within one moon of becoming Deputy. Though, not all in the clan was lost. There was hope within new life, new love, and new chances. Emeraldstar had taken a mate and she was expecting kits. As his mother had always said, new life is the best remedy for life lost. Blackmagic gave birth to his four kits and all was well in Cloudclan once more... But the happy, story-book ending was not to last.
Emeraldstar's gentle heart became torn when he began developing feelings for a loyal Warrior named Wolfsong, who had previously been his Apprentice. Even as their attraction grew into a love-filled secret affair, Emeraldstar fought his inner demons and tried to stay loyal to his beloved Blackmagic. But to no avail. On the night that Blackmagic found out of his infidelity, Emeraldstar fled the clan, unable to deal with the guilt and shame he had brought to himself and his family. His body was discovered the next morning between the borders of Cloudclan and Darkclan, murdered in cold blood for blindly trespassing. A suiting ending for a haunted soul.
As the clan mourned the loss of of their Leader, a shocking betrayal would shake Goldenstar's kin to their roots. Blackmagic announced she would give birth to a second litter, but not of the fallen Leader's kits. Dragonfire, Emeraldstar's own brother, sired the litter; he and Blackmagic having struck an affair in the weeks following Emeraldstar's death as a type of revenge for his unfaithfulness. The two became mates and were banished from the clan for disgrace and dishonor and were never seen again.
☁ The Grace of an Elk ☁
Timid, shy, and quiet- yet fiercely loyal and strongly independent- Elkgrove stepped up as Leader of her adopted mother's mighty clan. But the soft-hearted Elkstar soon cracked under the pressure of the Leadership responsibilities and she retired shortly after her reign began.
After Elkgrove resigned as leader of the almighty clan, the Warriors of the Clouds were left without a leader... Until Starclan made a fateful decision. Having been dead for many moons, Goldenstar was returned to them and this time she would not be easily removed. Unfortunately, Goldenstar was quickly met with her familiar loneliness as a Leader without a mate. The golden she-cat struggled to push through such insecurities as she relieved the Deputies from the pressures of caring for the massive clan. Their eternal Leader has reclaimed her post, and she vowed to never to leave her family again. Over the course of many seasons, she attempted to take many mates but alas, no tom ever stayed for long, often leaving her with kits to raise on her own.
A short while after declaring herself independent and not-seeking a mate again, Goldenstar began to develop feelings for one of her most loyal Warriors and truest friends. She kept her feelings private for many moons until she could stand it no mare to keep it from him. She had fallen totally in love with one of her Deputies, a giant of a tom named Rockfur. One night she confessed her romantic feelings toward him and the pale-gray tom reciprocated her plea. The two became unbreakable mates. He promised to love her as he loved the clan he swore to protect. But it wasn't to last for the great granddaughter of Cloudstar.
☁ The Rebirth of A Lost Soul ☁
After the death of Goldenstar as the results of bizarre circumstances, the golden Leader's long-lost brother resurfaced as a savior for the clan. While Rockstar was a credit to the clan as a Leader, his depression over the loss of his mate was crippling him and his age was taking its toll on his deteriorating body. Valconcry, who had left CloudClan long ago to train on his own to find purpose after being denied the Leadership position he felt he deserved in Ancient Cloudclan, offered to share the title of Leader with the aging tom. Rockstar agreed to do this for his late beloved's older brother.
But it wasn't long into Valconstar's reign that the dreaded enemies of Cloudclan, Streamclan, resurfaced and declared war on their long-time rivals. And incredibly, Cloudclan lost their battle. For almost a whole year, Cloudclan was banished from their home in the gorgeous valley of plenty to the cold, icy mountains of the ranges beyond their home. At last, with cats becoming sick and dying, Valconstar could wait no longer. It was time. The battle had to be taken to Streamclan. The future of Cloudclan hung in the balance of a unstable tom and what was left of his family as they marched back home to fight.
☁ Destined for Disaster ☁
Rising victorious against Streamclan, Valconstar lead Cloudclan proudly in the land his sister had founded oh, so many years ago. But something was wrong with the tom. He had lost his mind in the harsh cold of the mountains. Now, back on birth soil, Valconstar ruled by fear and intimidation. Rockstar had grown too weak and fragile to take part in any of the Leadership duties, making him almost completely unaware of Valconstar's terror-filled reign. When Rockstar's daughter Pebblestar, Leader of PhoenixClan, stopped by to visit, Valconstar lost his mind with anger and pride. He attacked her in a fit of cold rage, which spurred Rockstar and himself to a fight.
Too old to win and destined to lose, Valconstar's fangs dealt a final blow to the mighty leader. But Starclan had their revenge for an unjustly killing. Resurrecting Goldenstar for a final time, she would defend her beloved by scratching and blinding her brother. Taking away his Leadership title, she banished Valconcry to the Elder's Den forever. Goldenstar had now taken back her rightful place in power.
☁ Just in Time ☁
Shortly after her return, a sickness spread throughout the clan. This ailment, known as Crystalclan Fever, threatened to wipe out the entirety of Cloudclan. Goldenstar herself lead an expedition to the long-abandoned land of the now extinct Cyrstalclan to retrieve the life-saving cotton that would cure the disease. Upon returning home and treating the sick cats, everything finally seemed to be settling back into place.
In the dawn of this time of peace, for the first time in Cloudclan history, Goldenstar had allowed for two more cats to aid her in the position of Leadership. Her son, Mightyheart, had taken his rightful place in the long line of legendary Leaders who reign as Cloudstar's descendants. But the true origin of the incredible tom sought to destroy him, possibly destroying the clan as well. At his side was the kind and mild-hearted Tawnystar, who seemed unfit to be Leader. But somehow with unstable power and healing hearts... Cloudclan seemed to be able to prevail.
☁ Great Sorrow ☁
Sure enough, the rumors came true. Tawnystar, too timid to handle the stress of Leadership life, stepped down. She allowed Deputy, Hawkshadow, to become Leader in her place only to have him mysteriously disappear one night on a hunting patrol. With just Goldenstar again in power, Cloudclan was fragile and still trying to heal from decades of heavy misfortune. And even then... Things just kept sliding down hill.
While patrolling one night, Goldenstar was stolen from the safety of her home once again, taken in the dark to become an experiment for a two-leg clan. Years later, the now elderly she-cat escaped and found her way back home, only to discover the territory all but destroyed and her clan missing.
She was approached by a rugged tom, her grandson, Creekwind. He informed her that a flood had destroyed the territory only to leave Cloudclan defenseless when rats attacked them. Mightystar was killed by his long-lost brother, Scar, who was somehow in charge of a vermin army. Outnumbered and without a Leader, Cloudclan fled from their territory into the Blue Mountains that had protected them for so long. And this became their home.
Many weeks passed with Cloudclan not having a Leader, the Deputies all killed or missing when the chaos of the attack ensued. Nightlegend received a vision from Starclan that Brindledawn was to be their new Leader and she took her place humbly and with grace. Donning Creekwind as her controversial Deputy, the two of them together had kept Cloudclan alive for nearly three years until Goldenstar's faithful return.
Now too old to be anything but an Elder, Goldenstar settled in with her family once again. But things were different... This land was different, the clan was different. Everything was. With the clan having internal problems, riots, and mutiny of power and distrust from loyal members, it was unclear what the future held. But there was hope. There was always... Hope.
☁ Bound for Blood ☁
Finally returned from years in the unforgiving land of the Blue Mountains, things were finally getting back to normal for Cloudclan. Brindlestar was carefully weighing her options to select Deputies and co-leaders. But even once being home, the clan wasn't entirely out of danger. Brindlestar began to have horrible dreams, harboring memories long-forgotten of a terrible dark entity. Gingersong, the traitor of Cloudclan history, inhabited her mind and possessed her spirit. Brindlestar began to rule in fear until the worst thing of all could happen. The alliance between Berylclan and Cloudclan was destroyed when different relationships began to be announced. Citrinestar and Nightlegend, Blackstar and Wrenflight, many others. Gingersong, overwhelmed by anger at the accepted blood betrayal that she had been condemned for, lead Brindlestar to start what would become known as the Great Blood War.
Under the dark spiritual influence of Gingersong, Brindlestar declared war on Berylclan and the battle lasted for what felt like days. When the war was over, neither side pronounced the winner, the unthinkable happened. Scar, the horrible tyrannical leader of Banditclan, brought down his legion of vermin- the Rat Pack. He poured his army of cat-and-mouse into the Berylclan camp and war waged with Berylclan and Cloudclan fighting side by side. When the battle was so plainly lost, both clans ended up retreating back to Cloud Valley for refuge. In all the chaos, Brindlestar overcame Gingersong, appalled at what she'd done. Heartbroken, she realized many of her own kin had been killed in the war she had been forced to ignite. Brindlestar stepped down from leadership, letting her nephew, Creekstar take her place.
☁ The Storm ☁
Creekstar lead for many years, seeing tragedy and heartache as an old friend as he entered his silver status. Berylclan never returned to their home in the glen beyond the Blue Mountains and so they slowly integrated into Cloudclan's way of life while still very much keeping their precious heritage alive. Creekstar was ready to retire and leave one of his younger kin to take his place. But then a repeated Cloudclan betrayal happened that shook the very core of the Valley to its roots. Creekstar's long-running mate, Littledrop, abandoned him as he entered his Elder times and took his younger brother, Ravenear, as her mate. The two were banished from the clan but the emotional blow was something the old tom never recovered from. Beautiful and manipulative, a sly molly by the name of Lilyfrost eased her way into Creekstar's life and heart. Convinced that she loved him, this saucy, ambitious she-cat lead the leader to the waterfall and pushed him to his death- leaving young Diamondstar and noble Talonstar to lead the clan. With the foundation of the forest shattered, the precious inhabitants of Cloud Valley were not even close to prepared for what was to come next.
☁ The Battle of the Forest ☁
It was a foggy, silent day in Newleaf when the nightmare reality of Berylclan and Cloudclan alike came crashing down through the camp wall. Scarredstar, the proclaimed leader of Banditclan, stormed the Valley with his legion of rats and half-lynx Warriors came pouring into the camp. The battle seemed lost before it had even started. Berylclan and Cloudclan stood shoulder-to-shoulder and fought with endless might but what are a few cats against hundreds of hungry, demonic rats? The ranks of Cloudclan fell as rapidly as raindrops during a thunderstorm and blood and cries of pain filled the camp like rain water in sodden leaves. The leaders stood in fear, their hopes being crushed as their clan-mates died in mass numbers around them. But then the battle tipped in favor of the residents of Cloud Valley.
The stars fell to earth.
When all seemed loss and the war was won in heavy favor of Scarredstar's wicked legions, a great cry split the air. Ranks of hundreds of fallen Warriors appeared among their living kin as Starclan breathed life once more into those who had gone before those with hearts still beating. But the Forest wasn't done giving. As if the Valley itself knew its lifeblood was in grave danger, the woods came alive with more help for its brave feline Warriors. The trees shook and the river roared and in entered the many deer herds who lived in the oasis of the Blue Mountains- at their head was Eshiira, the messenger doe who spoke the language of cats and all things.
As antlers, claws, fangs, hooves, and starlight worked together to defeat the common enemy, the favor tilted for Berylclan and Cloudclan. And as Scarredstar recognized the battle as lost, he came face to face with the only cat in the Dark Forest or Silverpelt that he feared. Cloudstar, the cat who started it all, met the tyrant with a great rage for the death of his kin and his livelihood. A lightning bold struck down and melted the wicked tom into nothingness and the war ended- at the price of the decimation of the Valley and in the blood of countless lives.
☁ The Watch Begins ☁
After the end of the Battle of the Forest, Cloudclan remained decimated and shaken nearly beyond repair. Talonstar and Diamondstar both died from their wounds in the war, leaving younger Crowstar and Peachstar to take the head of a clan in a desperate need of healing. Talonstar decreed- before his death- upon the following eve of the Battle of the Forest that there would be a new precaution taken to keep Cloudclan safe for all time- something that had been forged in solidarity long ago in the clan's Ancient times. An elite team of superior Warriors would be stationed upon the rimming Blue Mountains, of which Cloud Valley rests in the shadow. These guardians are known as the Clan's Watch and will live out the remainder of their days in the mountains, keeping constant vigilance of the world beyond the Blue Peaks. Now, a new era had begun for Cloudclan, a time in which the members of this legendary clan would stop at nothing to keep their home safe and sound.
☁ The Frostbitten Winter- The Frostbitten War ☁
Many seasons had passed since the terrible times of the Great Blood War and its adjacent brother, the Battle of the Forest. The land, and its creatures, had begun to heal and both blood and hope sprang anew and ran thick and wild through the ever-changing landscape of the proud Valley. But, unfortunately- it wasn't too last. The (2019-2020) winter was the worst Cloud Valley had ever seen. Brackennose River froze entirely, the temperate met and stayed bitter cold, and prey was impossible to find. Many times, many went hungry. But the weather and environment wasn't what made the Leafbare the coldest and cruelest that Cloudclan had ever seen. There was a menace growing in the Blue Mountains beyond the Wall. Something more powerful and more sinister than anything had come before it. Worse than Scarredstar, worse than Gingersong, worse than Darkstar or Bloodstar of the Bandit League. This threat came from within and was born with malice and cruelty.
Lilyfrost.
The stricken she-cat, exiled from her clan for murder, distraught by the rejection and repulsion of the tom she loved- she did something unthinkable and sold her soul to the Dark Forest. The exchange? The ability to bring the dead back to life under her control. When the cold of the Leafbare peaked and the clan was at its lowest- an army unlike anything preceding it stormed the Clan's Watch Wall and sent it crumbling down.
The war fought in the Valley was one for the ages and many lives were lost and many Warriors made. But in the end, good triumphed evil. Lilacdew, Lilyfrost's twin sister, took her life with one drop of blood. And so the battle was won and so the Valley was safe once more. But in the attempt to keep the clan safe forever, something unheard of was declared. An execution of any cats who seemed to have questionable intentions was held and thus Cloudclan was cleansed forever. Life again was good and warm in the Valley.
☁ The Age of New Hope- A Rainbow Era ☁
"I want good hearts. Kind hearts. I want Warriors who will build this clan's future, not condemn it in the past. And so I have chosen... May Starclan honor and appreciate my decisions."
Rowanstar. Cinnamonstar. Shadowstar. These are the souls given to bring Cloudclan back to light, toward a future filled with love and acceptance. After every storm... There is a rainbow.
Post Twenty Three
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 18:14:24 GMT -5
☁ T H E G R E A T B L O O D W A R ☁
Often... There's a build-up to chaos. It's a catalyst, a prequel- the storm. The moment when the clouds are angry and gray and pregnant with rain and the air is so thick it hurts to breathe it. Sometimes lightning strikes and thunder crackles before the fall actually happens. And when the rain falls, it absolutely pours.
This was that storm.
Brindlestar stood atop the Highstone, her beautiful blue eyes clouding with am emotion deeper than anger and a feeling hotter than pain. She was staring down incredulously into the face of her beloved sister, Wrenflight. The pretty pale she-cat was staring up at the leader defiantly, a hurt expression across her face. Behind her was a tall dark tom with a glowing stone about his throat. And between them... Their kits- the small fluffy creatures watching the rumbling tension with wide, terrified eyes.
"Wrenflight... I can't believe you've betrayed your clan..." the leader's voice was thick with disbelief but below, the molly shook her head.
"What betrayal?! I fell in love, Brindlestar! Yes, Blackstag is from another clan but it's an allied clan. Cloudclan itself was founded on..."
"We are founded on honor and loyalty!" the leader snapped, her very core shaking. Beside her, an elegant orange tabby with molten eyes seemed crestfallen. Her eyes were desperately searching the crowd for someone... A shadow-creature of a tom with icy blue eyes. The molly's ears laid flat as the gathered masses of cats below began to look increasingly anxious.
"Brindlestar, perhaps we should end the meeting now and talk about things privately..."
"And why?" the pretty gray she-cat snapped. "My own sister has revealed to me that her kits are fathered by a tom, a Deputy! From your clan, Citrinestar! She chooses to do this during a meeting about lines being crossed and formalities being taken too far. Berylclan will never again cross into Cloud Valley."
"No!" there were wails from below the High Stone.
"No, Brindlestar! Berylclan has been allied with us for years! They're practically family!" this cry came from butchy yellow she-cat with sapphire blue eyes. Victoryecho- another of Brindlestar's siblings.
"And our families are split here! There are many Cloudclan cats that reside in Berylclan now!" this outraged yowl was from Flamenose, the big white tom looking over desperately at his kits who had opted to join Berylclan long ago- Spellfaith and Rustyspear- the two siblings standing with mouths open in shock. "You won't deny me the rights to see my children!"
"Please, Brindlestar..." Citrinestar meowed comfortingly, though an uneasy feeling was prickling her pelt and bubbling up her throat. She cast her eyes down once more at the shadowy tom and saw his eyes were filling with the same emotion. "I understand you're upset but..." This isn't you... She thought half-heartedly. It was true. Brindlestar, usually so calm and so compassionate, had never displayed even a fraction of this aggression and negativity. Something wasn't right.
"No! I will not be calm!" she snarled and when the pretty she-cat faced her, her once-blue irises were blazing a violet so dark it was almost black. Citrinestar recoiled, unable to believe the... evil... she was seeing in a cat who had been so meek, so kind, so... Gentle. "And what about you, Citrinestar?" she growled in a voice so low that only the leader could hear her. "What are you hiding?"
"What?..." the air felt cold in the orange tabby's lungs and she shook her head. "Brindlestar..."
"I think we just need some time apart," Ironstar, the massive gray tom to the further right side of the two mollies, cleared his throat. "We will take Berylclan and we shall go then. And you can send a messenger in a few moons once everything has calmed down."
"I'm going with you," Wrenflight said quickly to Blackstag as she pushed herself under his chin and that seemed to be the breaking point for the outraged leader.
"Then you will stay with the Gem Warriors and be branded a traitor forever in the eyes of Cloudclan."
Cries of shock and disagreement rippled through the crowd. "When Berylclan leaves the Valley tonight- they will be marked enemies of Cloudclan forevermore! Never again will a Gem Warrior taint the blood that has grown here."
Something cold and silent seemed to be growing now through the winding mass of felines and Citrinestar watched, in absolute horror, as the shadowy tom pushed his way to his paws and began to slither through the crowd as anxiety and tensions grew heavy and cries of protest began to rise.
"You shame yourself, Brindlestar," the calm, acidic tone silenced the mayhem as he met her blazing eyes with his own- unflinching. "You, a child of Goldenstar... Blood of Cloudstar who was born of two clans..." but he seemed to be looking deeper, almost through her at something hidden to all others. He could see, in her shadow, woven into the desperate, broken parts of her soul... Something darker. A wicked entity had latched itself onto the leader's precious spirit and was puppeteering her, forcing forth this blackness and cruelty. Gingersong. I see you... The tom lifted his head in defiance. "You forget your kin live with all forms of blood... I, your half brother, fathered by a Darkclan sadist by force. Look at Wrenflight, Brindlestar! Look at your sister! Your litter-mate, your flesh and blood! Do you deny her kinship?"
The leader's gaze raked across Wrenflight's shocked expression and she drew her fangs. "I see a traitor."
"Then brand me one as well!"
"Nightlegend... No..." Citrinestar whispered but she covered her mouth with her paw, her molten eyes stretched wide in terror. Ironstar slid his gaze over his co-leader sympathetically but knew he could say no more.
"What?" Brindlestar's voice was nearly acidic. "What... Do you mean..."
Nightlegend's blue eyes burned and he bared his fangs as well. "I am the father of Citrinestar's kits. And you will not deny me the right to see my children!"
An audible gasp spread across the crowd but Nightlegend stood defiant and proud as the rage built on Brindlestar's face. "You... You..." she turned and reared at Citrinestar. "You!" And before the molly had time to respond, Brindlestar had leaped at her and the two went crashing off the Highstone and onto the hard ground below. Much to Brindlestar's horror, Nightlegend crashed into her and knocked her off of the orange tabby. The Cloudclan leader's eyes stretched wide in shock when the Medicine Cat helped the pretty Berylclan leader up to her paws and he met her gaze with that same confident expression.
"I see... I see now..." Brindlestar was panting, her eyes blazing with anger. "I see the traitors you all are... It disgusts me. But, I do, suppose... I see your point. Your kits, Nightlegend, Wrenflight's kits... They're part Cloudclan, part Cloudstar just as much as I am. As you are..." her voice now held an eerie calm. "So they will stay in Cloudclan. Where they belong."
"You won't take my kits from me," Citrinestar hissed, her pupils narrowing. "You will have to pry them away from my cold, dead body."
"Then it's war."
Citrinestar held Brindlestar's stare and she bared her fangs. "Then it's war," she agreed. She slid her gaze over Brindlestar and nodded sadly.
"Get out." The Cloudclan leader snarled as she turned on her paws and stormed off toward the leader's den. "And take my traitor brother with you."
"Momma?" among all the chaos and outrage, there was a small voice. Brindlestar stopped just short of her nest and turned around and saw the wide, terrified eyes of her only son, her adopted child... Gryffinkit. Huge yellow pools were filled with tears as he trembled before this... Impostor. "Momma, what... What is wrong? Do we have to fight Berylclan? Why are you so angry?"
A hard breath left Brindlestar's chest and Gingersong evacuated her body, leaving her soul feeling weak and torn. She looked at her kit with apologetic, confused, pain-filled eyes. "Gryffinkit... I... I will never hurt you..."
"I don't know... I don't know you..." the brown and black tabby-half-lynx turned on his paws and took off from the den. Brindlestar watched him go with a heart that was breaking in her chest.
"Gryffinkit!..." she cried, trying to follow after him but something stopped her. Icy claws gripped her hind leg and she looked over her shoulder with terrified eyes, seeing the shadowy figure of a feathery-furred, ginger she-cat with violet eyes so dark they were almost black.
"Let him go now, my pet..." Gingersong whispered as she melted again into Brindlestar's shadow and took control once more.
"We have a battle to plan."
---
"This is all wrong... That isn't her..."
Nightlegend stood by himself once the commotion had calmed down. He was one of the only souls out and about now. His ability to melt in and out of shadows had kept him away from Brindlestar's loyalists who had so eagerly herded the "clan traitors" away from the camp and off with their former allies. Berylclan had fled without so much as a second word. He now looked up to Starclan, his blue eyes searching Silverpelt for something that might save them but his ancestors stayed silent. Quiet as stars...
"What will we do?" His half-sister, Victoryecho, looked at him with fearful blue eyes as she softly came up to his side. For a moment, they shared nothing more than a look of understanding and fear.
"Fight," he said softly. "I... I have to go after Berylclan... I have to make sure Shadowkit and Brackenkit are safe from this madness..." he shook his head. "Make sure no one follows me." And he was gone.
"Good luck, brother..." the burly she-cat whispered, shaking her head. "Oh, mother... How I wish you were here..." she murmured before she took off back to the Warrior's Den.
---
Morning rays of sunlight came heavy across the clearing that made Berylclan's camp. It had been a mining shaft long ago, or at least... That was the rumor. There were bits of moss snaking their way across the sandy reach and a robin was bathing itself in a pool with water as clear as crystal. And then the serenity was shattered. The Berylclan party that had left for the meeting was thundering back to their base- many Cloudclan Warriors among them. Citrinestar leaped atop the Highhill with one bound and settled herself there as Ironstar raced into the tunnels to rally the Elders and Queens.
"May all cats old enough to select their Spirit Stone, gather here beneath the Highhill for an urgent clan meeting!" her voice rang loud and clear as cats began to pour out of the tunnel and they rushed to collect themselves around the base of the Highhill.
"What's this about Brindlestar waging war on us?" the call was from a white-and-tan tom-cat who's hazel eyes were blazing with anger. "Citrinestar... All of this over your kits?..."
"It's not just Brackenkit and Shadowkit, Pinenettle..."
"Then what is it?" This was from a white and silver tabby she-cat. "What could have made Brindlestar so angry?..."
"It isn't just that. All of you, I know you're upset but please just... Listen."
At her words, the chaos and outcries began to slow until there was a hush across the lovely clearing. Citrinestar shook her head. "Something isn't quite right with Brindlestar... I don't know what it is exactly but I... I think some of this is out of her control..." she raised her paw to silence the cries that rose. "If Brindlestar is going to come bring her Warriors here, we have to be ready." She began to pace atop the Highhill. "She wants to take the kits, all of them... Of half Berylclan, half Cloudclan blood and brand them in Cloudclan as just... Cloudclan."
"But that's insane! Has she lost her mind?!" The outcry came from one of the Queens and Citrinestar again called for silence.
"But that means your own litter, Citrinestar..." one of the Elders spoke up now, a dark gray tom with green eyes. "We never dreamed it would come out like this... What has gone so wrong?..."
"But listen, everyone... Sharpen your claws, sharpen your fangs. You know Cloudclan will come in numbers much greater than our own." She shook her head. "If my suspicions are true, Brindlestar will bring the fight to us... It means we have a home-field advantage and Cloudclan has never seen us fight!" she bared her teeth and there were cries of agreement from everywhere. She looked down sadly, meeting eye gaze of Wrenflight and she wondered partially where her own mate was.
"I'm so sorry for what's happened here..." she shook her head and leaped down from the Highhill. As the orange tabby began to answer questions being asked of her, a small white she-cat began to weave her way through the crowd and tried to make her way to her.
"Citrinestar!" she panted. "Citrinestar, your kits are fine," she whispered and butted her head against the leader's shoulder. "Do you want to see them?"
"Shortly, yes," she replied. "Thank you, Smallopal... I appreciate it more than you know..."
"Citrinestar!" the cry came from across the clearing as a brown tabby Warrior came racing into camp. "Citrinestar, there's a tom coming this way from Cloudclan and..."
"Let him pass, Duststripes. It's just Nightlegend." she meowed as she began to trot toward where the forest thinned out. The shadows cast uneasy shapes among the trees and bushes but Citrinestar seemed unafraid. She sniffed toward where Duststripes had come from and blue eyes fabricated in the darkness and peered at her. "I thought you didn't come with us," she said softly but her eyes filled with relief.
"I followed after," he told her in a breathless voice. "I took the pass and ran to keep up... I... I want to try to speak to Starclan at the Moongem is you'll let me," he told her, his eyes piercing her own. "And I would like to see our kits... And take them some place safe. Where is the best place for them in the territory?"
"The Chamber is safest," Citrinestar told him without a doubt. "We can hold the battle here in the main camp... Keep the kits, Queens, and Elders down low in the Chamber."
Nightlegend nodded, his eyes darkening as he pressed his nose to his mate's own. "Citrinestar of Berylclan, I, Nightlegend of Cloudclan... Request permission to enter the sacred tunnels of Berylclan..." he whispered. "And visit with our Warrior ancestors by the Moongem..."
"Permission granted," she whispered back. The Medicine Cat kissed her once then headed past her toward the tunnels. He knew what he had to do. He only hoped he had time.
---
Nightlegend blinked up in awe of the mighty crystal. He shook his head, unable to believe that the Chamber was... Quite this splendid. All the gems, all the jewels, all the pretty, glittering lights... It took his breath away. He stepped in closer and laid down, curling his tail around his paws as he gazed down at the Moongem, a geode with brilliantly multicolored shards. He nodded slightly and closed his eyes, pressing his nose to the icy cold crystal. The world fell away fast and brilliantly and then the next moment, when he blinked awake, Nightlegend lay on his back- staring up at a starless sky.
"Oh..." he whispered, rolling over on his belly as he pushed to his paws. Nightlegend looked around the unfamiliar forest but found that the cat he saw- he knew.
She was a beautiful creature, a silky-furred, sunshine yellow she-cat with sapphire blue eyes. Nightlegend's pupils widened and his heart swelled as he rushed to the former leader and pushed himself into her soft pelt, drinking in the scent he had known so frequently in his life. Milk, honeysuckle, and fresh air...
"Mother," he whispered as the small molly reached up and wrapped her paws around him, holding him close to her chest, his head tucked under her chin.
"Shhh, my precious star..." she whispered and licked his ear lovingly. "Let me hold you for just a moment... I've missed you, my son..."
The minutes passed seamlessly and when the two parted, both had damp eyes. "Goldenstar... What are you doing here? These are Berylclan walking grounds."
"As you followed the Gem Warriors, I followed you," she told him simply. "My son, my daughter?... Both of you cast from your own clan like murderers..." she shook her head. "I knew you would seek council from the ancestors so I followed-suit. I knew you'd need me." She smiled softly. "Your kits are beautiful, Nightlegend... I wish I could have known them."
"Your blood runs through the Valley as thick as water," he told her. "They'll never be without you. I know it."
The former leader nodded and took a deep breath. "So, you want to ask me what can be done about Brindlestar... Sadly, my dear... This is not a simple answer. Her soul has been corrupted by the darkness of Gingersong. I know you saw her spirit yesterday at Highstone."
"I knew it was her!" Nightlegend spat in disgust. "I've seen her before when I've shared dreams with Starclan... Lurking just beyond in the Dark Forest... Mother, what do I do to stop her?"
"Win this war," Goldenstar said with a sad gleam in her eyes. "Make Brindlestar see."
"I've tried... I can't." Nightlegend shook his head. "She won't see to reason at all because Gingersong is clouding her heart..."
"Make her see," Goldenstar repeated and Nightlegend held her stare with a curious expression before nodding.
"I... Will try..." he shook his head again, exasperated and confused. This wasn't the guidance he was wanting. "Mother... Goldenstar..." his icy blue eyes searched her own. "Do you know... Will... Will all be lost?"
"Many will die," the pretty molly replied sadly. "Many of my own children will share tongues with me before the battle is won. Many unfair... Many too soon..." the grief in her face was almost unbearable and Nightlegend nearly couldn't stand to look at her. "But there is more to be defeated than just the evil, than just the pride or the fear... Much more..." She looked at her paws. "I am with you, Nightlegend. Always as close as your shadow."
"I know..." Nightlegend reached out and cupped his mother's cheek with his paw. He lifted her head and smiled softly down at the she-cat who had given him life. "I miss you so much..."
"I'm never far away. Always as close as your shadow," she repeated and Nightlegend suddenly understood something deeper in her words as she kissed his cheek. "Be well, my son. I am so proud of you... I am with you always..."
As close as your shadow...
Nightlegend woke with a jump and he found his bones were stiff from laying so long. He was sure it had only been a few minutes but with the way his body ached and groaned, it was suddenly clear to him that it was much, much, much longer than that. He sat up slowly and stretched, his joints popping as he did. He turned and began to ascend from the Chamber, keeping his head tucked down as he went.
On his way up from the most sacred place in Berylclan, he stopped by the Leader's Den. It was, to him, dimly lit by countless jewels and he was reminded that Berylclan cats had much better vision than Valley-born Warriors. He slid down that channel silently, guided by the faint glow of hundreds of tiny stones. Once in the den itself, he found two small kits curled up against Citrinestar's stomach and his heart drummed in his chest. The pretty orange tabby looked up at him with loving eyes. "Come see your kits, Nightlegend..."
"How long was I out?" he asked as he tiptoed in and stared down at the tiny bundles that were sleeping so soundly next to their mother. "It felt like no more than five minutes..."
"It's dawn," she sighed. "I wanted to come feed them once more before they go down in the Chamber with the Queens and Elders. But then they fell asleep and I didn't have the heart to wake them... I figured I'd try and wait for you." She watched her mate, the tom studying what they had created together with an expression so filled with love it was nearly painful. "Did you find the answers you were looking for?" she asked and he tilted his head.
"I saw my mother," he said simply. "So yes but... Cryptic. I won't know what I actually gained from the experience until she needs me to know it."
"Sounds like Goldenstar," Citrinestar chuckled as she shook her head. "Brindlestar's army will be here any time... I need to get them down to the Chamber."
As his mate began to unfold and his son and daughter cried in protest, Nightlegend licked his lips. "Can I have my Spirit Stone?" he asked her and Citrineheart nodded. She dug under her nest and pulled the gem which was tied with ivy vines. She settled the article around his head and the pretty, pale yellow stone came to his throat. Nightlegend touched it gently. "This is... Beryl, isn't is?"
"Of course," she said softly as she picked up Shadowkit by his scruff.
"And you still have their stones? The ones we picked?"
Citrinestar nodded and Nightlegend took Brackenkit's scruff in his jaws. Slowly, the two of them began to exit the den and head down for the Chamber. Their paws hadn't so much as cleared the tunnel when Ironstar's cry from above sent everything spiraling into action.
"Get ready! Cloudclan is on the attack!"
---
"I hate this..." Victoryecho whispered as they padded their way closer to Berylclan's camp. The broad-shouldered she-cat looked over at her brother, Aldershade, and he shook his head. "You know this is wrong."
"Of course it's wrong," he whispered back. "But the word of the leader is the Warrior Code."
"That's not our leader," she whispered but, as she did, one of the other Warriors ahead of her looked back over his shoulder and she silenced herself. Then the line of trees thinned out and they were on the edge of a clearing. Standing in front of them, a few tail-lengths away, there was a brutal formation of just a few Berylclan Warriors but the dark ferocity in their eyes made Brindlestar take a step back. Citrinestar, Ironstar, and Blackstag stood shoulder to shoulder in the middle of the clearing and the orange tabby stepped forward.
"Brindlestar," she addressed the blue-gray molly calmly. "I am giving you this one and only opportunity to change your mind and call this off. We don't have to shed blood."
The leader's violet eyes glistened and she lifted her head. "I really don't want to wipe out your entire clan, Citrinestar. Just give me Nightlegend's kits and we'll be on our way."
"Give you my children and I can never see them again," Citrinestar said in a flat, bitter tone. "So that their mother and father can be banished from the Valley and they can be raised as orphans? So that everyone can talk down to my children and tell them that their parents are traitors?" Her pupils narrowed and she shook her head. "Again, you will have to pry Shadowkit and Brackenkit away from my cold, dead body."
"Very well then." Brindlestar nodded and her fangs bared. "Have it your way."
The next few moments happened in fast-forward and didn't relent. Brindlestar went crashing into Citrinestar and Aldershade met Ironstar head on. The lines of Warriors at first didn't follow but the heat of battle poured over them and they had no choice but to obey. The word of the Leader is the Warrior Code... But, of course, Cloudclan heavily outnumbered Berylclan and they hadn't brought even close to their entire force of fighting ranks. Their war-party was fifty strong while Berylclan only had about thirty cats total and at least six of them were safe in the Chamber- kits, Queens, and Elders included. And for whatever reason, only seven cats were on the battlefield right now. However, it was incredibly clear almost immediately... Berylclan had been heavily underestimated. Brindlestar was bleeding extensively from wounds across her neck and shoulders and Aldershade was pinned back by the Highhill but he was holding his own against Ironstar. Neither of them were actually trying to hurt one another... They were friends.
But two cats who were not holding back against each-other were Brindlestar and Citrinestar. The two mollies were viciously rolling over and over into the dirt, leaving drops of scarlet blood as they tangled themselves deeper in a private fight with tooth and claw. Scarlet sand stained the once-beautiful camp as Berylclan claws, sharpened to razor-points with deadly accuracy, sliced through Cloudclan flesh like thorns through tattered leaves. And then the strategy... When one Berylclan cat became too tired or too injured to keep fighting, they retreated to the tunnels... And a new, fresh, primed Warrior raced into the fray with anger-fueled power.
"They're tearing us to pieces!" Victoryecho hissed over her shoulder to her sister- who had been behind her only a moment before. She was suddenly taken off her paws by a tom half her size- a gray apprentice with a bright green Spirit Stone. She snarled and pummeled his stomach with her powerful hind legs, sending the small tom flying in the opposite direction just as her eyes fell to where Aldershade was by the Highhill, Ironstar pinned under his powerful paws. Victoryecho pushed herself to her feet, panting and bleeding from a deep wound under her jaw. Her focus skewed for a moment as she wondered if her brother needed her help but in an instant she whipped around to check on her sister, Cloverbloom. Terror filled her and the breath left her lungs. She looked around, desperate for the sight of the orange tabby but Cloverbloom was nowhere around. Where had she gone?! She'd been by her side only a few minutes ago- not a scratch on her! Fear pierced Victoryecho's chest like a thorn and she cried out, desperate to locate her soft-minded kin in all the fray. "Cloverblooom! Cloverbloom, where are you?!"
She went racing through the carnage but was sent sprawling when she tripped over a soft lump on the ground. Laying in the sand, Victoryecho's blue eyes stretched wide in horror. In front of her was the still form of a once-pretty orange tabby with big, baby blue eyes- the pools already glassy and void. "No... Oh, no, oh no! No! Aldershade!" she screamed, forcing herself to her paws as she clutched Cloverbloom's head to her chest. Her sister, her best friend, her precious flower... The selfless she-cat who was so timid she ate nothing but plants because she couldn't stand the taste of blood. The slow-learner and poor fighter and flower-picker... Lay dead, slain by razor-sharp claws in a land far away from the Valley and the safety of her home. She was supposed to take care of her! Protect her! and she'd failed. "Aldershade, please! I need you!" Hot, angry tears ran down Victoryecho's face and she snarled when a Berylclan cat came toward her. The raw emotion on her face sent him back the other way. She began to rock back and forth, clutching her sister's cold body close to her own, as if her body warmth would somehow bring her back to life. "I can't... I can't be without you..." she whispered, pressing her nose to the tabby's blood-matted forehead. "I'm so sorry, Clover... My flower..."
Across the way, Nightlegend was weaving his way around the shadows of the camp, the yellow beryl stone by his throat glowing like a small speck of sunlight. His acidic blue eyes didn't miss anything. The blood, the unnecessary pain, the darkness that seemed to linger over the whole of Berylclan. He felt the fear rising in his throat like bitter bile but, at once, an odd wave of calm crashed over him that brought the smell of honeysuckle and milk. He glanced over his shoulder, swearing he could feel a pelt pressing against his flank. Mother...?
"Brindlestar, please!" Citrinestar snarled as she unsheathed her claws again. The she-cat's paws were crimson with blood and tufts of gray fur hung in her claws. She shook her head, her breath coming in heavy pants. She had hardly a scratch on her but Brindlestar looked like she'd gone through hell and back. Her dark violet eyes were swirling with a vicious, ancient anger. "I don't want to hurt you anymore... Look at your clan! Look at how hurt they are! Look at the pain!"
"Their pain is nothing compared to the ache in my heart because of the disloyalty I've been shown from my own family," she snarled and Citrinestar's ears laid flat in shock.
"Who are you?" Citrinestar drew her claws back into their sheathes. "This isn't you... I won't... I can't hurt you..."
"Then you'll die a fool!" And she leaped.
Aldershade was gasping for breath. He and Ironstar had been in their regretful stalemate for what felt like hours now. Had it been that long? Their muscles burned, their paws ached, a few scratches here and there held terrible stinging and they were both exhausted. Just as Aldershade was going to step away and let the battle be won between them, a flash of white caught his vision and then he was blinded by a searing pain in his stomach. Before he even had time to register what happened, Aldershade collapsed into the sand, his eyes wide in shock and his belly alive with excruciating discomfort. He pressed a paw to his underside and lifted it to see his toes were covered in fresh, hot blood. In front of him, her eyes wide in shock, was a young apprentice with blue eyes. He knew her.
"Diamondpaw, get out of here!" Ironstar snapped at her and she took off into the fray as the great silver Warrior leaned down and tried to help Aldershade's bleeding. "Hey, hang in there..." he said in a worried voice. "I'm gonna patch this and get a Medicine Cat to look at it and it's going to be alright... Don't move... I'm going to find Emeraldgaze..." he held his friend's gaze for a moment then took off into the chaos. Aldershade thought only of his beautiful mate... The family they wanted to have together... And how sad he was that he might never see Lilacdew's lovely lavender eyes again... And the pain overwhelmed him and his senses were swallowed by a comforting darkness and he welcomed it.
Citrinestar gasped for breath, blood rolling from between her parted jaws. She looked up at Brindlestar with a defeated look in her eyes. She had refused to strike another blow since looking the blue-gray molly in the face. She had seen it in her eyes, the exhausted terror of the real Brindlestar and not the monstrous creature that had her soul. Now Citrinestar couldn't even get to her paws, her body exhausted from blow after blow. She was shaking as her muscles ached and she shook her head when the saw the violet eyes so filled with hatred. Disgust. Anger.
"Fight me, coward!" Brindlestar spat but Citrinestar just hung her head. She had many lives to give for her clan. Maybe, just maybe... If she could keep whoever this was preoccupied with her, their Warriors could make peace... And maybe stand a chance... "Fight me, o' child of Berylstar!"
"I'll fight the real Brindlestar," Citrinestar murmured, wiping the blood from her mouth with the back of her paw as she pushed to her paws. "Not you."
"Then you'll die."
Nightlegend's soul ached at the massacre before him as he declared yet another Cloudclan cat dead at his paws. This battle was ridiculous. Cloudclan had the power and numbers but Berylclan had the strength, strategy, and... Well... The fight. So many cats lay injured or dead in the scarlet sand and the fighting had all but stopped when both sides realized the war was futile. Many had given up, collapsed in exhaustion, some unconscious from blood loss. The Medicine Cats of Berylclan were running themselves ragged trying to help as many wounded as they could... And as they did, a single Berylclan tom continued the rampage of aggression. He was an eerie, lanky black tom with toxic green eyes. After the hours of this brutal stalemate, he was the only one still thirsty for blood and eager to continue the fight. And Nightlegend stirred clear of him as he made his way through the endless sea of chaos and carnage. He could see two figures now by the Highhill. One was his sister. One was the cat he loved.
I am with you... Always...
He nodded and took off, racing through the mayhem as he made his way over to the two mollies as they fought their way down into the tunnels. His heart hammered in his chest as he dipped into the darkness. He came screeching to a halt at the sight before him. As his eyes adjusted to the eerie glow of Berylclan's true camp, he saw a dark ginger she-cat with eyes so violet they nearly looked black, leaning over the limp form of Citrinestar- the light dying from her eyes. He was about to cry out and race in to her aid when razor-sharp claws raked at his back. Nightlegend howled in pain and looked back over his shoulder to find he was peering into acidic green eyes. Talcshade snarled and leaped at him, tackling the Medicine Cat into the gem-carved walls of the Berylclan's camp tunnels. The Gem Warrior's claws dug into his chest and the pain seared through him like fire. Nightlegend snarled and wriggled underneath him, kicking with all of his might as he dug his hind paws into Talcshade's stomach. The tom yowled as he was sent reeling backward from the blow. His vision blurry with discomfort, Nightlegend forced himself to his paws and stumbled forward toward Gingersong and Citrinestar.
As close as your shadow.
What?
Make her see!
Of course!
"Forgive me!" Nightlegend cried as he charged at Brindlestar and leaped, extending his jewel-sharpened claws out toward her. His paws met her face and painfully pointed talons raked across her eyes. But as he did, Nightlegend was aware of his mother's warm, strong presence and he saw how, as his claws met his sister's skin, her own sliced through the dark part of Gingersong's soul. Brindlestar recoiled in agony and cried out in pain, placing a paw over her face as blood ran down her cheeks. Nightlegend felt a breath leave his body and saw the silhouette of Goldenstar melt out of his shadow and pad over to the withering heap of Gingersong as the evil spirit wailed in anguish.
Goldenstar shook her head and looked up, as if searching for Starclan in the darkness. "Gingersong, I banish you back to the Dark Forest where you belong... You should never have come down from the blackness..." The former leader reached out and touched her paw to the wicked molly's forehead and Gingersong screeched as she began to fade away in puffs of smoke and smoldered ashes. Nightlegend blinked hard as he watched his mother send the dark entity away, his head pounding as he felt something sticky and warm running down his stomach. The Medicine Cat could tell he was losing blood as he padded quickly over to Brindlestar to assess the damage.
"My eyes!" she sobbed. "My eyes! I can't see... Oh, what's going on?! Where are we!" she sounded more like a terrified kit than a compassionate leader. Goldenstar's form solidified as the rest of Gingersong's spirit blew away into nothingness and she pressed herself against her daughter comfortingly.
"Shh, now, my pretty star... You were trapped in a nightmare but it's all over now..." as she gently took Brindlestar in her arms, Goldenstar motioned for Nightlegend to go on, her sapphire blue eyes dark with sorrow and regret. He had someone else to attend to and his time was running short... The wounded tom limped over to Citrinestar just as she was breathing life back into her lungs and she sat bolt upright, her eyes wide in shock as she looked around at the the carnage at her feet. She met her mate's weary eyes and she smiled at him.
"You're okay! You're..." but then Citrinestar's happiness faded when Nightlegend's paws came from underneath him and he collapsed onto the worn path that ran the tunnels. "Oh, Nightlegend... What happened to you?! You're okay! Tell me how to help! How do I..." she saw the blood pouring from his chest and throat and her pupils grew wide in absolute terror. She looked around, only able to see a confused and hysteric Brindlestar weeping into what appeared to be nothing. No one else was around. Not knowing what else to do, Citrinestar clawed pawfuls of soil loose from the path and began to pat it gently against his wounds, turning the flesh around it into a thick mixture of earth and blood. "I d-don't know anything about herbs or healing, I... I can go get a Medicine Cat, I..."
"Let them help c-cats who aren't dying," Nightlegend said in a rough voice. Now, with the aided strength of his mother's spirit gone and the adrenaline wearing from his veins, he was really able to feel the damage Talcshade's claws had done to him. The slashes across his chest and throat were deep and he knew that great destruction had occurred. He was losing blood. A lot of it. Fast. Judging from the pain and the way he was so quickly losing focus and comprehension of his senses, he guessed a claw had hit a blood vessel or artery. He was down to seconds. He had to make them count. "It's o-o-over... Goldenstar helped me end it..."
"You're going to be okay," Citrinestar repeated, her eyes welling with tears as she put her paw over the injury on his throat, blood bubbling through her toes. "I... We can fix it..."
"He... Punctured something in my throat, Ritty..." he whispered desperately. This was the hardest part of death- accepting it as reality. "Please... Listen, okay?..."
"I..." hot tears spilled down the pretty tabby's face. "Okay... What is it, Shadow?..." Ah. His nickname- his birth name.
"You... Love those kits so hard for me... Take care of yourself... And your clan... I... I am so g-glad..." he coughed and the action caused more blood to flow and the uncomfortable pounding in his ears threatened to drown out everything else. "So glad... I came out of the dark for you... My pretty gem..."
"I love you... Don't leave me..." Citrinestar whispered as she curled up beside him. Her bloodied paws trembling, she gently reached down and took one of his own paws, and placed it on her cheek. "I... I don't want to be without you..."
"I love you, Ritty... I'll always be with you," he whispered as the corners of his vision began to ebb into blackness. "As close... As your shadow..."
"Shadow... Shadowkeeper..." she whispered, repeating the name that Goldenstar had originally picked for him. A secret only she knew. She blinked the tears out of her eyes and when she opened them again, the light had died from the beryl gemstone about her mate's throat. Citrinestar forced herself to look at his face and saw the beautiful, mystical blue pools of his eyes she had looked into for so long... Were glossy and dull and locked on something beyond her- something she couldn't see. Citrinestar let out a terrible, heartbreaking wail and pressed her face into Nightlegend's shoulder fur. He was gone. And the light of a billion gems died with him.
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Citrinestar carefully guided Brindlestar out of the tunnels, the she-cat's eyes heavily swollen and her face covered in bloody scratches. As they emerged from the darkened mines, the pretty orange molly felt her stomach twist with ill-ease at the devastation that lay around her. Many cats were injured, covered in cuts and bruises while many more were dead and countless others were grieving. Her heart shattered when she saw the sight of Victoryecho, the stern she-cat's face dull as she lay beside Aldershade, the tom's flanks just barely rising and falling in shallow movements. On timid paws, Spellfaith came over to tend to Citrinestar's wounds but the leader swatted her away and told her to take care of Brindlestar instead.
"I have many lives, she has only the one pair of eyes," Citrinestar whispered and Spellfaith nodded even though the healer could already tell the gray-blue molly's organs of sight were far past the point of salvaging. Citrinestar blinked, her eyes void of emotion as she turned and began to make her way across the clearing. Her heart ached when she saw Cloverbloom's still form and she shook her head, addressing the tabby's living sister. "Oh, Victoryecho, I am so sorry... I didn't know... Cloverbloom was going to fight... Why would..."
"She wouldn't leave me and Alder..." the muscular she-cat didn't look at the battle-worn leader. "And she wanted to see Wrenflight... They were so close..." Victoryecho's square jaw set and she shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "So is it over then? This useless war?"
"It is... The... Evil inside of Brindlestar has been extinguished."
"Oh, lovely. I'm glad now that all of this life and blood was lost for nothing, that she's cleansed," Victoryecho almost snapped at her but she didn't have the energy to be snarky or aggressive. She, herself, had been hurt very badly and her head hurt. "You should be proud of your Warriors, Citrinestar," she said at last. "They fight like Tigerclan."
"As they should. It's how they're trained," she said but there was no pride in her voice. Victoryecho looked at her now and she seemed to recognize the cold, hollow, painful expression on her face- for it was on her own. The burly molly gulped and flicked her ears back.
"Nightlegend? Where is he? Where is my brother?"
Citrinestar hung her head and Victoryecho snarled in anguish and anger. "Starclan, why! Him too!" tears were rolling down her face as she looked away from the pretty orange molly. "When does the heartache stop?"
"Right now," Ironstar limped over from the sidelines where he had lined up the bodies of the dead. He had just recovered Nightlegend from the tunnels as he had seen the tom enter... and not come out. "It's over, Victoryecho... You all gather your leader, gather your wounded... If they can walk, head home. We'll keep the critical ones until they are well enough to travel and then we'll..."
"Then we'll what? Berylclan scum are never allowed in the Valley," Victoryecho's tone was icy cold and it was clear her negative emotion wasn't toward Ironstar, Citrinestar, or any Gem Warrior for that matter. Her hard blue eyes were bearing into Brindlestar like daggers.
"I'm sure that's lifted now," Ironstar said softly, his eyes cloudy with exhaustion. "She wasn't well, Victoryecho."
"And my sister is dead now because of it." Her eyes slid over Citrinestar and the molly didn't meet her gaze. "And your kits are fatherless because of it! And do you think any of that is right? Or fair!"
"No, no, my pets... Life isn't fair." The eerie, unnatural, disgusting, slimy voice made an uneasy hush fall across the clearing and the exhausted band of Warriors looked over to see someone had taken residency atop the Highhill. He was a lanky, lean, almost skeletal figure with dark brown fur and black tabby stripes. His eyes were an acidic green and Citrinestar had no clue who he was but all of the Cloudclan cats recoiled in horror. Victoryecho's claws slid from their sheathes and she began to prod Aldershade to wake him.
"Who... Who are you?" Citrinestar asked, the uncomfortable feeling in the clearing making her skin crawl. All around them, she swore she could hear the sound of leaves rustling but there was no breeze. Then, to her horror, she realized the sound wasn't wind at all. It was... Squeaking. And the patter of hundreds of tiny claws. Surrounding them in a circle, there were rows and rows of... of...
"Rats!" Diamondpaw screamed and she pressed herself against her brother, Onyxpaw. "Look at them all! Oh, they're horrible!"
"Oh, your pretty cloud friends haven't told you? I am Scarredstar, leader of Banditclan," the tom snarled and the encroaching ring of rodents began to creep ever closer to the battle-worn cats. "And we've decided now would be a perfect time for a bit of a landscape change. I think we like it here."
"This is Berylclan territory!" Blackstag, the Berylclan Deputy, snarled up at him but the eerie tom just laughed.
"It was, it was. If you want to fight for it... I'll let you keep it."
"Blackstag!" Citrinestar looked mortified. "Blackstag, we can't fight another battle... Our Warriors will never survive it..."
"So what do you want us to do?" Ironstar hissed. "Just... Surrender?... Leave?... Where do we go?..."
"To the Valley!" Brindlestar cried as she was lead along beside Spellfaith. "Go get your kits, get your Elders, and we have to go- right now." She was speaking toward Citrinestar's direction, her face swollen and bruised. "This guy is no joke, Citrinestar. He will tear your clan apart and wallow in the blood. For their sakes, come to the Valley for now and when everyone is strong enough... We'll come back and fight for your land. I promise. Please..." the leader dropped her voice. "No more unnecessary blood need be shed. I beg of you."
Citrinestar glared up at the wicked cat with hatred filled eyes. "Let me retrieve my remaining members from the tunnels... And you can have my camp and my territory," she snarled through clenched teeth and, much to her repulsion, the rats all squealed out in unison like some sort of twisted victory cry. Scrarredstar laughed triumphantly.
"Ah. Yes. I suggest you hurry, Citrinestar," he chuckled. "My friends are hungry."
And no more had he spoke, a cry split from the back of the clearing as a line of rats broke from their rank and attacked one of the Warriors. A few of them splintered off from their group and charged at the weakened Warriors. Terror raced through Citrinestar like ice water and she turned on her paws and raced into the tunnels, running as fast as her paws would carry her to get to her kits and what was left of her battered, broken clan.
When the pretty molly surfaced, the clearing was in absolute chaos as the rats toyed with the defeated Warriors, biting and scratching the cats as they weakly defended themselves. With Brackenkit curled up against her mouth, one of the other Queens carried Shadowkit as they went to take off from the camp. Citrinestar stopped short and handed her daughter off to Ironstar, reeling on her paws to race back into the area that the rats were already swarming to.
"Citrinestar, what are you doing!" Victoryecho cried. "Citrinestar!"
The orange tabby halted in front of Nightlegend and she reached down, taking his Spirit Stone in her teeth, she pulled the necklace off his head and turned. As she went to pivot, one of the rats bit her hind leg and she cried out in pain as she swerved around them, racing for the safety of the treeline. She was whispering something around the gem clutched in her teeth as she met the battered party in the forest.
"And your heart is my heart and my soul your shadow, your Spirit rests within my gem and my Spirit within yours. May the light of Berylclan guide you as I live my life with every step of your own. Forevermore..."
"Our home..." Blackstag whispered as the leader joined her Warriors. She looked back in absolute shock as the evil tom laughed in victory, his wicked vermin dancing below the Highhill, making waste and carnage of their once beautiful, peaceful camp. Ironstar shook his head in disbelief as Diamondpaw cried into his shoulder. Citrinestar's eyes filled with that void look and her face dropped of emotion again as she carefully slid Nightlegend's necklace around her neck and it met her own with a soft 'clink'. She looked around at all the tired, confused, terrified eyes of her clan-mates- of Cloudclan- and finally her gaze came to rest on the sightless, swollen eyes of Brindlestar. With a soft sigh, Citrinestar took Brackenkit from Ironstar and flanked the blind molly. She cleared her throat around her daughter's scruff, all eyes seemingly on her for some type of direction. Citrinestar lifted her head, took in a deep breath, and sighed.
"Alright, Brindlestar... To the Valley."
"To the Valley."
If only they had known... If only... They had known that, as the Warriors- both of Beryl and Cloud- began the long, painful, agonizing, and shameful trek back to the safety of the Valley inside the Blue Mountains- that it would be their last time ever seeing the Jewel Glen... Perhaps they would have walked a bit slower, taken in the landscapes a bit longer, appreciated the flowers a little closer...
For as their pawsteps grew more and more distant from the sacred Moongem, the very glow inside it began to fade as if the brilliant geode itself knew it had lost its lifeblood as the Gem Warriors padded toward the safety of Cloud Valley...
And away from the magic of the glittering stones.
Forevermore.
Post Twenty Four
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 18:16:41 GMT -5
☁ T H E B A T T L E O F T H E F O R E S T ☁
The night was heavy and rain fell in uneven splashes; droplets crashing down through the silent forest. There was an ungodly calm across Cloud Valley, an eerie mist lingering upon the ground. Dying beams of moonlight broke through the charcoal clouds as the precipitation lessened, a deeper gray fog rolling down from the wet mountain tops. The minutes drew on in rapid progression, the storm beginning to retreat from the stony ridges as amber beams of dawn shattered the dreary sky. Strange silhouettes formed in the horizon, obscure shadows of the souls of long-dead Warriors and ancient descendants of the inhabitants of a clan that was sleeping unsoundly through the ghostly quiet.
As the sun began to rise over peaks of blue, there arouse a terrible sound. The marching of thousands of paws broke the after-storm silence. Beneath the trees, a terrible army was shouldering their way through the sleek, sleepy forest. An infantry of at least a thousand rats was flocking forward in an unnaturally uniformed procession. At their lead was a single line of otherworldly soldiers; wild-looking felines radiating with power and ambition. A long-ago dead Warrior seemed to be in charge of the whole lot, his dark tabby pelt rippling over lean muscle and his dark green bright with the light of war. It had taking moons of training and a lot of blood, but Scarredstar had managed to manifest from the shadows of the Dark Forest for one final battle. Beside him were two older looking toms who were apparently no strangers to battle; one a black and red tabby with torn ears and one a sleek black with a green gem hanging around his neck from a vine string. Demonfang and Talcshade had not failed in their training of the young, merciless Cedarclaw who was eagerly marching forward. Further down the line of cats, there were the more familiar faces of Lilyfrost. Junglevine, and Coalember along with other Cloudclanians. But this ghastly mass wasn’t the only thing stirring in the forest.
Half a mile away, a sleepy camp was awoken from an uneasy slumber. A silver tabby was running through the ranks of hundreds of Warriors, checking to make sure everything was as they planned. Kits, Queens, and Elders were being corralled by a huge dark gray tom, the co-leader overseeing their guidance into the Mooncave. A small red she-cat was having trouble parting from a gray tabby. Strawberryfrost pressed her nose to Thistleheart’s ear, whispering a plea that the Warrior would protect her kits. Thistleheart’s yellow eyes flashed with understanding and she nodded, promising her best friend that she would give her life to keep Fallowstep’s legacy alive. With a pained look, Strawberryfrost mouthed “may Starclan go with you” before she disappeared into the tunnels.
As many said what felt like their goodbyes, some of the Elders had refused to go down so quietly. Rattail, Lionroar, Gorsewing, and many others had elected to stay above-ground and fight what was sure to be their last battle however the outcome laid out. Ashrain weaved through the sea of cats, some of the bigger Warriors helping to tear down the outer wall of camp. They needed to be able to see their enemies coming and if the war was lost, the bramble barrier wouldn’t be needed anymore. Among the hundreds of bodies, several half-lynx forms were standing at the forefront. Lynxcreed’s eyes were cold and hard, set ahead of him as the sound of thousands of feet grew louder and louder. He could think only of his young kits which were being protected by Strawberryfrost down in the Mooncave. They were all there was left of Silverstar and he would burn for a thousand years before he’d lose them like he lost their mother.
The joined forces of Cloudclan, Xhii’s Tribe, Berylclan, Inkclan, Desertclan and even some Banditclan had been organized to the best of the ability of the three leaders. The biggest, strongest, elite Warriors were first, facing the forest with grim expressions. Behind them were rows and rows of the secondary, at least fifty strong to keep the force of resistance. Randomly through the masses of muscled, able bodied Warriors, there were Medicine Cats armed with leaf-woven medical bags of cobwebs and yew; one to mend wounds and one to end suffering. Behind the Warriors, the apprentices stood on trembling paws. Lunarpaw pressed against Tigerpaw’s side, closing her eyes to drink in the scent of her best friend. A few paces away, Fadedrain was giving advice over his shoulder to his apprentice, Dovepaw- the young cat’s eyes red with tears. The sad tom offered her a sad smile and Dovepaw’s resolve shattered. She had never seen him smile before.
Finally, the last chance of defense belonged to those who refused to sit back and let the war be fought without them. The still-able Elders formed a single, straight line across the back of camp, having trained for months to defend the Mooncave no matter what it took. No matter what it took. The old badger set had been sealed off now, a huge stone rolled in front of the entrance; locking the Queens and kits inside. Lionroar stood side by side with his mate, their tails twined as they stared into the blazing forest. No words passed between them. They already knew what needed to be said.
Most peculiar of the whole scene, a single white doe was standing up front with the most capable of the clans, her neck craned down as she talked to Talonstar and Diamondstar. She nodded to the two of them then turned on her hooves and took off into the forest to the east, dashing away as fast as her feet would carry her. The two half-siblings exchanged a bitter glance and Diamondstar kissed Talonstar’s shoulder before turning away from him. They both had their assignments and they were in different directions. Tears glazed her eyes as she padded down the row of former Banditclan Warriors. She knew she may never see him again and it was too much for her broke heart to handle.
The silhouettes of Scar’s Army were now in sight, only a few yards away at the tree line. Hearts hammered and tears rolled as the clan of joined cats simultaneously grew as silent as the graves they were sure to meet. There was no more time. No more time. Scarredstar surfaced first, his dark eyes locking almost instantly on Talonstar's face. The living cats gasped in shock at the eerie, smoldering tom who looked like shadow fabricated over bone. As the Rat Pack emerged from the forest, Ravencrypt’s pelt prickled with disbelief. It was so unnatural, how the vermin responded to the wicked demon leader. But it didn’t matter now. Nothing did. Not anymore. The former Bandit closed his eyes, praying only that Peachbell and his kits would be given time to escape. He didn't know where'd they go... But he'd give his life to give them the chance.
It happened almost too fast. The war began. There was no slow motion, no last resolve. There was no sudden truce, no peaceful bounty. It wasn’t like a movie where the cinematography distracts you from the violence. No, the brutality was much too real. Too real. Lynxcreed and Cederclaw headed it off, the two of them locked in combat as Ravencrypt dealt with Talcshade and Coalember. Talonstar held back his side of the Giant’s Line, batting back rats with his massive paws as Aldershade and Rockshadow forced the biting, snapping rodents back off the front. The ranks of Warriors pushed forward as they’d trained, leaving the Apprentices and Elders to remain in camp as a defense. Coolpaw wailed when she lost sight of Woodtremor in the surging masses of the offensive Warriors. The tail-lengths between them felt like entire worlds now.
As the war raged on in the valley, droplets of blood turned the gray fog a terrible crimson, the sounds of painful cries and angry yowls echoed through the still glen. But then there was something else. Miles away from the carnage, a single starry form materialized on the edge of Cloudclan’s side of the Blue Mountains. He was a lithe, brown tabby tom with silky fur that whipped in the wind, pain in his dark amber eyes. It was Sparrowblaze, the Senior Warrior who had been one of the lucky few to die before the Battle of the Forest could come. He had joined Starclan only six days prior when he fell from a tree during battle training and had broken his neck. Yes, he had been a fortunate soul. But now, the chorus of war drowned out everything else, leaving an expression of agony across his handsome face. He shuddered though he felt no cold and without a second thought, he began to descend the rocky slope into the valley on shaky paws. The former Warrior was heading toward the fray.
“Oh, misty eye of the mountain below… Keep careful watch of my brothers’ souls… And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke. Keep watching over Cloudstar’s sons,” the words rolled out like thunder, Sparrowblaze racing through the forest as other Starclan cats began to form out of thin air and sunlight. Beside him now was a big white tom with short fur. Lifewar, another of Glorysky’s kits. Sparrowblaze looked at his brother with a pained expression, the two of them running in sync.
“If this is to end in fire; then we should all burn together. Watch the flames climb high into the night. Calling out, Starclan, oh, stand by and we will watch the flames burn auburn on the mountainside…” Lifewar chimed in as a brown tabby she-cat appeared between them. It was their sister, Morningsong. Her usual cheery face was dark with fear.
“And if we should die tonight; we should all die together. Raise our voices high for the last time. Crying out, Starclan, oh, prepare and we will watch the flames burn auburn on the mountainside…” As she sang, as they all sang, the stars began to disappear from their pelts, their bodies becoming alive again with flesh and blood. Countless others joined. Blazeflight, Glorysky, Rowdyclaw, Birdsong, Jewelprint, Dolphinspirit, Deathcall, Sweetflower, Tigerfur, Sharkeyes, and others still. More and more cats began to fabricate out of the forest. Some were Desertclan, some were Streamclan, some were Ink or Beryl. Onyxstar and Everlove ran side by side, the stars fading from their pelts in specks of shimmery dust.
“Desolation comes upon the sky…”
“And I see fire, inside the mountain. I see fire. Burning the trees. And I see fire, hollowing souls. I see fire; blood in the breeze. And I hope that you remember me.”
From behind the grounded Starclan Warriors, there came another great rumble. The white doe, Eshiira, came bounding between them. At her heels was a herd of at least thirty great deer, unknown intelligence in their faces as they ran alongside the undead cats. She had brought them to help. And for only this one day, they understood her plea. Even still as the party began to get closer to the Battle of the Forest, more Starclan cats were abandoning their safety in the clouds to come fight one last time. The stars had granted one final life to give for their clans. And then they would be confined to the stars forever. Beside her mother, Silverstar raced almost stride for stride with Rockstar and Goldenstar, the power couple blazing across the land.
“Oh, should my family fall; then surely I’ll do the same. Confined above the mountains high, we got too close to the flame. Calling out, Starclan, oh, hold fast and we will… Watch the flames burn auburn on the mountainside. Desolation comes upon the sky…” the chorus from fallen souls was enough to make even the strongest heart waver. The fighting began to die down for a moment as the great rumbling grew nearer and nearer to what remained of Cloudclan’s camp. Starclan Warriors from all five clans were still joining the surging army of deer and feline. And suddenly, running beside Eshiira, there was a great tom with a cloud blaze on his chest. Cloudstar. The tom who started it all. And he looked livid.
“Now I see fire- inside the mountain. I see fire; burning the trees. I see fire; hollowing souls. I see fire; blood in the breeze. And I hope that you remember me…”
The lament of Starclan’s Army grew into a song so loud that it blew through the forest on the wind. The battle had ceased, all sides and every soul staring with wide eyes upward as the woods grew silhouettes of great deer and once-again living long-lost souls.
“And if the night is burning, I will cover my eyes. For if the dark returns, then my brothers will die. And as the sky is falling down; it crashed into this lonely round. And with that shadow on the ground- I hear my family screaming out…”
Cedarclaw’s eyes grew huge as the reinforcing ranks finally surfaced from the trees. Eshiira let out a great bellow as a ten-point stag behind her dropped his antlers and raked them across the ground, his sharpened tines piercing a dozen rat bodies as he charged into the fray, his herd allied with Starclan's Army pouring in behind him. Now. The odds were even.
I see fire… Inside the mountain.
“This… This is impossible!” the Banditclan leader cried he stared into the face of Rockstar, the gray tom radiating power as his lips drew back in a snarl. His first blow struck Cedarclaw like lightning, the hit propelling the half-lynx across the clearing. His body hit the ground with an impossible force, countless bones breaking on contact. Cedarclaw was dead before he even had time to close his eyes.
I see fire… Burning the trees.
The fighting continued but the favor had reasonably tilted. Lynxcreed cried out as a small cluster of rats attacked him, only for their vermin pelts to be pierced a moment later by razor-sharp claws. Silverstar and Goldenstar were fighting in a fierce unison, slicing through the rows of rodents to peel their gray bodies off the massive tom. He could only smile at his mate and former leader as he collapsed to the ground; exhausted and losing blood. Sunnysilk, the first Medicine Cat of Cloudclan, rushed to aid him as the mother-daughter-leader-due took off to save the withering group of apprentices.
I see fire; hollowing souls.
All around the clearing, the weight of the battle began to recede. Rats were squealing in pain as deer hooves and horns pierced them like frail autumn leaves. The once-powerful coalition of Bandit loyalists were being pushed back and destroyed. Talcshade’s eyes stretched wide with fear for the first time in his life when Onyxstar approached him, the fallen leader’s eyes blazing with hatred at the traitorous tom. Talcshade snarled and leaped at him but Onyxstar’s gem-sharpened claws met his throat mid-jump. The last thing Talcshade saw was a smirk of vengeance across the Warrior’s face as the life was torn away from him.
I see fire; blood in the breeze.
“To me! To me!” there was a horrible cry from the back of camp. Firepledge, the Elder, stood with tears in his eyes. He was bleeding horribly from a wound on his neck but the rage locked on his face was blazing through the pain. He was standing protectively over the still body of his last living son, Owlbelly. The big, clumsy tom had held firm and given his life to protect the Queens in the Mooncave; and his own mate and kits inside. A swarm of rats attacked the old tom in unison and he yowled as he slaughtered as many as his claws could handle. “Nature’s filth!” he spat at them as a massive male rat took his legs out from beneath him and he crashed to the ground, hitting the earth as they all jumped atop him. “Filth!”
I see fire. Oh, you know I saw my homeland burning out.
“No!” Lifewar’s massive body came crashing into the chaos, his teeth and claws rampaging the sea of rats as they swallowed Firepledge’s crimson pelt. “No!” he repeated, trying to force his way through the writhing bodies. The white tom was cast short when the big rat who took his brother off his paws launched itself at him, digging its fangs into the Starclan Warrior’s throat. The great white tom saw nothing but the world around him blurring as his physical body burst into starlight and his soul returned to the skies above.
I see fire. Feel the heat upon my skin.
A great bellow escaped Cloudstar, the tom standing upon the High Stone. He yowled and yowled until his throat ached and the fighting began to die away. There were hardly any of the Rat Pack left now, the small gray bodies littering the ground like crumbled leaves. Many of the deer were covered in thin bites from the vermin’s fangs but even the great, ten-point stag lifted his head to the first leader of Cloudclan. All around, the Medicine Cats were still working feverishly, trying to save those who weren’t too far gone or deliver saving Deathberries to end the suffering. Alone in the chaos, the ghost of Scarredstar looked up at the founder with hatred filled eyes. Under his bony paws, he had his sharpened claws pressed to the throat of Larkpaw; Silverstar and Lyxncreed’s daughter. Cloudstar’s blood and the blood of Banditstar coursed through the quarter-lynx’s veins. The two leaders stared at each-other, Scarredstar’s claws drawing blood from the young she-cat’s throat. The fighting had ceased, no one daring to breathe as the toms stayed in their stalemate.
I see fire…
“Move and she dies,” Scarredstar snarled, his toxic green eyes blazing with a dying fire. Cloudstar’s pupils narrowed, seeing Silverstar’s face twist in horror as Icegem tried to stop the bleeding from her still-living mate; Lyxncreed’s eyes dull as he helplessly watched the scene unfold. “You’ve destroyed everything. You and your army! All I ever wanted was power. The power that you have! You are worshipped, feared, and honored.” Larkpaw gasped for breath as his pressure increased against her throat. “Now is my time! And for eons my linage will speak of the Battle of the Forest and how you submitted to me! I know your petty heart would rather have all these living cats under my rule than let this one apprentice die.”
“I have no power,” Cloudstar snarled, his ears lying flat against his head as he closed his eyes. “I have nothing but the love of my descendants. Larkpaw won’t die. No one else will die today. It’s over, Scar. Look around you. Your rats are decimated and those who haven’t been murdered have fled from your control. Your own clan, the Bandits, the outcasts, the traitors… They’ve all admitted defeat. Look at them, Scar. It is just you. One tom cannot fight an army,” he told him, his voice resonating like thunder. Scarredstar’s ears tilted back and he looked about him, seeing that Cloudstar hadn’t lied. Thousands of rats lay still on the sodden earth, dozens of Bandits gasping their last breaths. What few remained were standing shoulder to shoulder with the joined forces of the Forest’s Army. The only one still on his side was his former mate. Bloodyrose hung her head, not meeting the tom’s smoldering eyes from where she stood by Cedarclaw’s lifeless body.
As Scar realized the battle was over, Larkpaw adjusted herself and snarled. He looked down to see the rage-filled blue eyes of Cloudstar peering up at him. Her hind legs caught him in the belly and the ghostly tom went flying. His body hit the ground with a thud and he struggled to get to his paws. But Cloudstar was right. There was no one to fight for him now. The battle was won. Just as the reality had finally sunk in, Cloudstar let out another yowl and this time; something aided him. Real thunder rolled and a single bolt of lightning broke free from the heavens and struck Scarredstar’s body. The tom let out a screech of rage and disintegrated into flakes of burning shadow.
“Bloodyrose,” the founder of Cloudclan addressed the grief-stricken she-cat now. His voice was dripping with sympathy as no cat deserved to outlive their kits. Not even a cat as wicked as her. “I, Cloudstar, the true leader of Cloudclan, condemn you and your remaining alliances to leave Cloud Valley and never return. You are hereby banished to the mountains. If I ever see you step foot on my territory again, I will leave the stars myself and see to it that you never disobey me again. In this life or the next.”
The Queen of the Bandits looked up at him with void eyes and she nodded blankly. With only Lilyfrost, Shudderpulse, and Fadedflower at her heels, the she-cat turned away and left the carnage behind. Slowly, both cries of anguish and screams of victory began to echo throughout the clearing. Larkpaw crouched beside her father, her eyes watering when Icegem shook her head. One by one, each of the bodies of the fallen Warriors began to shimmer with starlight. In turn, a Starclan cat touched each pelt and the broken forms shattered into silver mist, leaving the clearing sparkling with dewy gray speckles. Lynxcreed’s once glorious form appeared before his daughter and he nuzzled her lovingly. He spoke words to Primerosedawn and Skyfrost, making them swear to him to keep their sisters safe. The goodbye was a hard one and the kits all wept as their father and mother disappeared in a shower of stardust and moonlight.
As the chaos was lifted from the shattered camp, only three spirits remained. Rockstar bade farewell to many of his relatives from all the clans and offered comfort to those in mourning. Goldenstar walked among the decay, every place she stepped ridding the ground of blood and fallen bodies. Finally, Cloudstar turned to Talonstar and nodded approvingly to the single leader of Cloudclan, for he had just discovered that Diamondstar had given her single life in the fight and was already being greeted by her loved ones among the stars.
“The clan rests on your shoulders now, my son,” the beautiful tom told him and Talonstar nodded gravely, understanding to a new length what the statement meant. “But it will come to pass. When the lord of lies lights a flame, the wind will cease to scream. Your most trusted hearts will bear the blame, ripping souls out of the seams. The times of blood will end in peace, for shall the gathered sing. And from many there shall come One, born a Healer and a King.” Cloudstar repeated the known prophecy to him with the smallest of smiles. “The time of blood is over. Peace is coming. You just have to wait for it,” he vowed before the gentle breeze shook the founder’s fur. Sunlight caught off his pale pelt and the grand Warrior turned into autumn leaves as the wind blew him away.
Eshiira, the albino doe, walked up to the drained Talonstar, the ten-point stag by her side. “Talon,” she greeted in her strangely accented voice. “This is Karedynn. He is glad the clan is safe but he and the others must return to the forest. Cat and deer are not meant to associate so.”
“Yes,” the tired leader said in a voice full of gratitude. “Thank you, Karedynn,” he said to the buck but the deer couldn’t understand him. The great animal dipped his head then the herd took off again for the forest, leaving the joined forces of the Forest’s Army alone in their destroyed camp. Blackstag, who had overheard much of the conversation, approached Talonstar cautiously.
“So it’s truly over then? This war?” he asked and the huge tom looked around, seeing how Goldenstar had purged the ground of blood and death. There was nothing left now but the wounded, the heartbroken, and the stunned. Talonstar nodded slowly, turning back toward the desolated camp.
“There is time for peace now, my friend,” he said to the former Berylclan leader. “And now our days shall herald laughter…” and his eyes scanned the crowds, seeing Crowshade as the tom helped push the stone away from the Mooncave to check on the Queens and Elders inside. “Born a healer and a king…” he whispered before heading over to the Warrior. There was something that needed to be discussed. Cloudclan needed new rulers.
Above the obliterated camp, at least thirty new Starclan Warriors stared down with sad, wondering eyes. Lifewar smiled grimly at his brother and nephew as Owlbelly and Firepledge settled in beside him. Cloudstar shook his head as he stared off into the distance, still able to see Scarredstar’s electric green eyes as he glowered at him from the Dark Forest. “And I see fire burn auburn on the mountainside…” he whispered before turning to greet the new members of Starclan, so many of which were his family. He couldn’t concern himself with Scarredstar and his legion of dark hearts now.
The Battle of the Forest was won. The time of peace had begun at last.
Post Twenty Five
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 18:19:04 GMT -5
☁ T H E F R O S T B I T T E N W A R ☁
The morning that greeted Cloud Valley was, in fact, not a kind one. It was supernaturally cold and wickedly quiet. As Crowstar emerged alone from the leader's den, the breath rolled from his lips like sheets of white fog. With the silence so encroaching, even his deteriorating ears could hear the soft beginnings of everything around him. He had hoped they would have perhaps just one more day... One more sunrise to practice, to fight, to prepare for this carnage... But Crowstar knew ill omens when he saw them and the unnatural calm and quiet of the forest was nothing to be ignored. The dead would come. And they would come today.
Kits were crying as they were woken from their slumber, herded toward the start of camp by a grim-looking Witheredleaf and a determined Fairyspell. Marble pressed close to Doveheart as she lead the uncomfortable Queen along with the others but she knew as soon as she deposited her off by the waterfall that she would have to join the mass of cats who would be hidden in the treetops. Marble, despite her love and loyalty to the other mother, had sworn to Mistletoemelody that she would fight... And she knew if she was to die, her kits would be safe with Dove's Dying Heart.
Blackie followed loyally after her mother, unnerved by the eerie hush as she kept close to Dark Viper, Patch, and Vixen. She wasn't quite sure what all was going on but she didn't like it.
Mistletoemelody said goodbye to the two Queens, her green eyes dark as she nuzzled Rising Sun's ears and then Flowerfield's forehead. The two she-cats had been omitted from the war and she had secretly wished that more of the Tribe's Elders would have gone to safety as well but she respected Ghost Catcher, Dagger, and Hawk's Cry too much to try and force them to lay down when they wanted to fight. The large white-and-red half-lynx nuzzled each of Marble's kits as they passed her by and were guided out into the forest, safely guarded by the clan's bigger members as they were lead to the safe-haven den that Rowansky had overseen the creation of that lay nestled so snug behind the waterfall. She wondered, absently, if she would ever see Doveheart's kits and how many there would be. She was sure the mother would kit today- possibly during the war itself- and she prayed they would bring in a time of new hope- an era of peace.
As each cat passed through the entrance to camp, Amethystblossom and Citrineheart were whispering an old Berylclan prayer and, in turn, would place a gem or jewel tied upon a string around the neck of each and every individual who went before them.
"And may the glow of the jewels light your path..."
"May the light vanquish..."
For if any cat ever had viewed the customs of the Berylclan cats to be strange, they didn't question it now, for there was an odd comfort in the gems and sense of belonging and togetherness at once.
"Group One with me!" Littlelion's voice rang loud and clear and the cats who had been preassigned to go with him began to splinter off. His heart was hammering in his chest. He remembered Crowstar's explicit instructions. Get them together, make sure everyone has a Spirit Stone and has their claws sharpened. To the trees. As we practiced. He had the smaller group, the party filled with the apprentices, Queens, and Elders. They would jump last.
"Group Two over here!" Cinnamonsky leaped up atop the High Stone, her miscolored eyes flashing. "Does everyone have a gem from the jewel pile?"
That left Rowansky's group- the cats with brightly colored pelts that had to be hidden in the evergreen trees- as Amethystblossom's designated cats were already gathered outside the camp, their eager paws kneading the ground.
Crowstar met Finalwar's eyes from across the clearing and he nodded. He and Wolfsayer began to pad over to the leader, their eyes downcast. They weren't looking forward to what came next... But it had to be done.
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Hawkflight's sharp eyes were focused from where she stood atop her guard tower. She could see a line of distant soldiers marching toward them and she flicked an ear and looked down at her loyal line of Watchers. "Rockshadow, remember what we practiced..." she smiled softly at Tawnypaw, one of the few cats who had been recruited to join the Watch the day before. "Fall back. Let them come to us... Hide among the higher rocks... When you get my signal... You know what to do."
"Yes, Hawkflight..." Rockshadow turned on his paws and began to lead all but five of the Watchers back toward where the Wall fell away and gave break to the path down into the Valley. When the Frostbiters were scaling down the mountain... They would push rocks and boulders down the face to hopefully take out a few of the undead army before the war even started. Even rabbits were dangerous and every "life" the clan didn't have to face... was a bit more help.
"Oh you've got to be kidding me!" Hawkflight took a step back and then ran out of the way just as a massive creature came barreling through the Wall. Arrowmask, Hawkflight, Crimsonsmoke, Splashpelt, and Clearwater sprinted away from the carnage as the moons of construction went tumbling and crumbling down around them. Hawkflight hissed back to Arrowmask, the old tom's eyes stretched wide in fear at the realization...
Unfurling from the smoke, ice, and rubble... A great black bear came forward, it's rib bones showing and its eyes an icy, glowing blue. On the bear's great back, there was a molly as cold as the mountaintops themselves.
"Lilyfrost," Hawkflight greeted through gritted teeth, trying not to shake in fear before the undead bear. How had they found such a monstrous creature?! How could... How could Cloudclan ever... Come at that?! "I am Hawkflight, the Captain of the Clan's Watch of Cloud Valley and I..."
"You are challenging me?" Lilyfrost looked down from atop the bear's shoulders, her violet eyes blazing. "How many Watchers have you here? Five?"
"Five fine Warriors..." Hawkflight took a step back and she bared her fangs. "All I could spare."
"I'm sure the rest of your Watchers are aiding your beloved Cloudclan." Lilyfrost flicked an ear and some of her ranks of undead Warriors came from the rubble. Tundra, Arctic, Cedarclaw, and Darkcedar were among them. Hawkflight's ears laid flat and she shook her head. "Stand aside, Hawkflight. Or die."
"Then my Watch has ended!" Hawkflight snarled and leaped, springing toward the bear's face- aiming for the evil cat nestled on its shoulders. But before she even had the chance to land and inflict any damage, a massive paw swatted her out of the air and the captain went sprawling against the frozen ground. The she-cat was dead before she had time to close her eyes.
The old tom withdrew in fear, Arrowmask's eyes clouded as he looked back at the younger cats around him.
"Fall back," he whispered as the bear and the line of undead creatures began to surge forward- leaving Hawkflight's battered body in the snowy rubble. The four remaining cats took off as fast as their paws would carry them, racing toward the path that lead toward Cloud Valley. As Arrowmask passed his son, he looked up at Rockshadow with sad, knowing eyes.
"Drop the rocks on my order."
Rockshadow froze when he realized the four Watchers were using themselves as bate. "But... Father, you'll die..."
"Then my Watch will end... And I can see my best friend again. Do it, son." Arrowmask shook his head and disappeared onto the trail. Rockshadow's heart raged in his chest as he leaned back, hiding in the shadows of the boulders and stones. The temperature around them began to drop and things were freezing as the bear that had claimed their captain made its way through the Watcher's camp.
Almost... Almost... Time... there was no time...
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Below the swollen ranks of Warriors as they hid in the treetops above, Crowstar padded underneath them and looked up, meeting the eyes of each of his deputies in turn.
"I leave the clan in your paws... When the time is right... you'll know what to do..." he nodded to Littlelion and the tom nodded back. Beside Crowstar was Finalwar and Wolfsayer, both toms looking grave and anxious. No more had he spoken, did Eshiira burst through the treeline, her pale eyes wide in fear.
"They've taken the Wall," she said in a terrified, low tone. "They'll be here in minutes, Crowstar."
"Thank you," the old tom said as he pressed his nose to Eshiira's own. "Cloudclan!" he called up to his beloved followers. "Your Deputies will know what to do... And please, trust in me... No matter what you see conspire on the forest floor... Know that I know what I'm doing. We will snuff out the darkness." He held Rowansky's eyes a beat longer then nodded and turned on his paws to disappear into the shadows with Lilyfrost's remaining sons following loyally after.
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"Now!" Arrowmask cried from down the slope. Lilyfrost's bear had just made it halfway when his call echoed up the face.
"Now! Together!" Rockshadow's voice carried like thunder as he, Tawnypaw, and Onyxlegend pushed against an already dislodged boulder.
"Together!" Came the cry from Stagvalor down the line, tears in his eyes. His sister was one of the cats leading the bate. As soon as the boulder slid from the side of the mountain and began to roll down the face, he looked desperately for Clearwater. Her pretty blue eyes met his for only a moment before it was lost in the tumbling sheet of rubble, ice, and stone.
"Again!" Ironstep's roar echoed across the face and the next line of Watchers pushed with all their might, surging the next avalanche of stones down the face.
"Again!"
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Down the slope, Lilyfrost's eyes stretched wide in anger as a massive bounder came rolling down the face. It slammed into her bear's side and she went spilling from its shoulders. Her jaw dropped in terror as she hit the ground and struggled to her paws, looking around quickly to assess the situation as she was rendered temporarily unguarded. Much to her amazement, one of the Watchers- Crimsonsmoke, was locked in battle with an undead fox; for wherever Crimsonsmoke's claws met the fox's flesh, it tore away like he was alive and dark, inky smoke leaked from the wounds like vapor. Nothing should hurt them! How was this possible!
"Crowstar..." she snarled as Arctic and Tundra raced over to their leader to protect her from attacks. Her body guards in place, Lilyfrost took off in a sprint toward the forest, a smug smile of satisfaction on her face when one of the falling rocks crushed both her fox... And the Watcher he was fighting.
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On the wall, Rockshadow had tears pouring down his face as another line was readied. "Again!" he screamed, voice tight with emotion as the Watchers pushed forward more boulders and compacts of ice and snow. Lilyfrost's bear screamed in agony as it was buried in sharp rubble, inky blood-smoke leaking from its wounds. As the injuries mounted, the great beast looked up at the sky and slowly began to crumble into black specks of dust and decay and, as much as it had existed, deteriorated into obsidian particles that blew away in the wind.
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Now back in the empty camp, Crowstar looked around and nodded to Wolfsayer.
"As we agreed. Tear it apart."
"Yes, s-s-sir." The half-lynx tore through the camp, shredding the dens with his massive claws. He, alone, left Alderthorn's roses in a neat pile beside the decimated nursery. Finalwar and Crowstar worked in a silent unison, circling each other as they left chaotic paw-prints in the dust and dirt of the camp floor. Finalwar watched, his eyes dark and heavy, as the leader brought his own paw to his mouth and bit the flesh till blood welled. He let the droplets scatter across the camp in various places and by the time the trio of toms were finished, it looked like mayhem had taken the hearth prematurely.
"Are you sure?" Crowstar asked again and Finalwar looked down into the tom's blue eyes.
"Without a doubt," he said simply. "Are you?"
"Yes." Crowstar flicked an ear and headed toward the leader's den. "You know what to do."
"What we were born to do," Wolfsayer said without a stutter, his blue eyes clouding. He pressed his nose to Finalwar's shoulder than padded toward the camp entrance as his brother padded after Crowstar. He let his pupils narrow, he unsheathed his claws, and he disappeared into the cave under the High Stone.
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"Nobody make a sound..." Cinnamonsky hissed in a whisper as she looked around in terror. The eerie silence had finally been interrupted. The dead were among them. Below, Tundra's icy pelt emerged from the forest. As Lilyfrost stepped beside him, the ground under her feet froze and the grasses wilted and died. She looked around in confusion. Why were there no patrols?!
"Crowstar!" she screamed in anger as Arctic flanked her. "Where are you hiding, oh brave son of Cloudstar?"
"Mother." Finalwar's gravely voice shook her and she looked over across the rapidly freezing ground. From the line of frosted trees came the glory of her life, her first born, her treasure. And hanging from his jaws, Crowstar's battered body was dragging between his paws. Finalwar dropped the leader's lifeless body and raised his head defiantly as his brother, Darkcedar, stared at him in awe. Crowstar's blood was warm on his face and stained his pretty fur a sickly shade of magenta. "The camp is destroyed," he told the leader as he dipped his head respectfully to the Queen of the Undead. "There was such anarchy before you came... The clan turned on Crowstar and fled. Wolfsayer and I caught him and pinned him in the leader's den... They rest of the clan is in a panic, trying to run and hide, I suppose. They're trying to cross the river now." He flicked an ear with eerie indifference and shook his head. "Many will die. Will it freeze?"
"It will all freeze," Lilyfrost was almost beaming with pride as she gazed upon her son. "See! I told you, Darkcedar! Just as we always practiced."
"This was his final life," Finalwar told his mother proudly. "I took them from him- all of them. Again and again and now there are no more. The camp runs red with blood. Crowstar walks with Starclan." He dipped his head. "For you, mother."
For a moment, Coldrise nearly felt herself about to cry but then she noticed something... Strange. Crowstar hadn't been gone long enough to lose all of his remaining lives. He had... what, four left? No... Something... The odd she-cat narrowed her pupils and looked down, intently studying Crowstar's battered form. Yes, he was bloody but almost... too bloody. That was one bite to his throat. It would have taken many to kill him more than once.
No matter what you see... I know what I'm doing...
"It's a trick..." she whispered to herself, her pupils growing wide. They were right where they wanted them... Crowstar had planned this. To keep the Frostbiters away from the camp, away from the waterfall, and right underneath the army of jewel-sharpened, readied Warriors. This was a plan. A dangerous battle strategy. She prayed, silently, to Starclan that it worked.
"Take me to them," Lilyfrost purred, nuzzling her son's cheek. "None of you touch Lilacdew!" she snarled as her army began to fill in the spaces around her, the forest coming alive with the half-decayed, rotting forms of countless undead creatures. "I want her for last. I want her to watch me murder everyone she knows and loves before her... And then I'll keep her prisoner. Maybe I'll make her pretty little boy into a Frostbiter."
"Aldershade is bigger," Finalwar suggested, kicking some snow over Crowstar's flank as if he were burying his dirt. "Him instead. Let Tundra play with Antlerpaw's corpse."
"Much better." Lilyfrost lifted her head. "I'm so proud of you, Finalwar... You're truly my son." She beamed up at him, her lavender eyes a dark, wicked violet. "Just like me."
Something cold flashed in the tom's eyes as he picked up Crowstar's body by his scruff and began to drag him back toward the direction of Brackennose River. But then... He paused. Without making it obvious, Finalwar lifted his head just enough- standing perfectly aligned under the branch where Littlelion was perched. The Deputy's claws unsheathed, his heart hammering in his chest. Crowstar's left ear flicked subtly and he slowly, almost in an unnoticeable fashion, nodded... once... twice.
Finalwar then took off running, carrying his weakened leader as fast as he could away from what was to come. He snarled over his shoulder to his confused mother. "I am... Nothing... Like you."
"For Cloudclan!" Littlelion's scream echoed from the treetops as he, Cinnamonsky, and Rowansky all jumped together, the trio of Deputies bringing down their parties of hundreds onto the unsuspecting creatures below.
The time had come.
War.
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A few yards from the battle, Finalwar found a hollowed tree. They had practiced this many times. Here, Wolfsayer was waiting for him. He nestled Crowstar into the empty space and exhaled, shuddering at the sight as the leader breathed precious air back into his lungs. "Di... Did it work?" Wolfsayer asked and Finalwar nodded.
"Watch him... Until he's ready. I'll be back... I have to protect Dreamweaver and the other healers..." he licked his brother's shoulder then headed back toward the sound of war.
"Wolf... Wolfsayer..." Crowstar opened his eyes weakly and drank in precious gulps of air. "Wolfsayer... Lilacdew... She..."
"My aunt?" the tom lowered his head, barely able to understand the injured leader. "What about her?"
"She... She... Has to kill... Lilyfrost... She... They're.. part Berylclan... Tell them..."
Wolfsayer's pupils grew wide until they almost swallowed his irises. He nodded slowly and backed away, perking his ears. "B-But I'm supposed to w-watch you..."
"This is more important... P-Please..."
Wolfsayer nodded obediently toward his leader, sent up a silent prayer to Starclan, and took off toward the battle.
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Wolfsayer found Lilacdew protectively fighting like all of Lionclan next to Creekpaw. He raced over to her and relayed Crowstar's message. The Queen recoiled, unbelieving of his words but somehow... she understood. She excused herself from her daughter and took off into the shadows, eagerly scanning the rows and rows of bodies for someone who would be heavily protected... Her sister.
"We can't hold them off much longer! There's too many!" Cinnamonsky cried, noticing that even as they slayed the Frostbiters by the hundreds, more and more were just surging through. She was breathing heavy and her left eye was swollen from a fox's claw. Littlelion swallowed hard and looked around desperately for Crowstar.
"We have no choice..." he whispered. "We have to keep fighting... We have to believe in Crowstar..."
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"You wanted me? Here I stand." Crowstar had managed to weakly find his footing and had located the Queen of it all. Lilyfrost was watching the carnage unfold, at her side was Arctic- the undead fox, Darkcedar, and Cedarclaw. Crowstar lifted his head defiantly, the leader weakened by his loss of not one life, but two. He was shaking on his paws but his blue eyes were strong. Lilyfrost's lavender irises burned with hatred and Crowstar's mind raced. He just hoped he was buying Wolfsayer enough time... Had he found Lilacdew? Had he told her the truth?... Was this in vain?...
"That was a nasty trick you played on me with my son," the undead Queen told him, her pupils narrowing. "I'm so disappointed in him... But it didn't work... Even now your Warriors are being beaten down. Did you really think this was going to stop me? Yes, you've made a dent in my army with whatever you've done to bless your claws... But I still have hundreds of fresh bodies coming down from the mountain. By the time the last Warrior has died, I will still have a regimen of hundreds with countless new bodies to make my ranks strong again." She lifted her head proudly. "What a fine Frostbiter your pretty mate will make."
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Lilacdew's heart raced in her chest as she crept forward, her belly fur brushing the ground. Her eyes were wide and her pupils deadly focused. She was slowly, quietly, creeping through the underbrush near her sister. Lilyfrost was so focused on Crowstar, she didn't even notice the threat coming from behind. Lilacdew's heart almost leaped out of her chest when Lilyfrost jumped to her paws.
"Kill him."
Crowstar had no time to react before Arctic was upon him. The fox's jaws locked around him and Lilacdew watched, her stomach twisting with ill ease, as the canine began to shake him- something too familiar in the way a fox had once injured Sunnyarch right in front of her very eyes. Arctic released him and Crowstar went spilling sickly into the snow. He gasped for breath, blood running down his sides. He looked at Lilyfrost with pain-glossed, defiant blue eyes and slowly, shakily, got back to his paws. He stumbled forward and Arctic laughed at him mockingly then placed a paw between his shoulder blades and pushed down until he was all but crushing Crowstar against the frozen ground.
Lilacdew gulped and crept ever closer. She was tail-lengths away now... able to see the frosty snowflakes on her sister's pelt and all the scars that littered the once pretty she-cat. All of this... for envy...
"Starclan forgive me..." Lilacdew sprang forward and Lilyfrost flicked an ear. As another life slipped away from Crowstar, the gray molly went crashing into her sister. Sharpened claws raked through flesh as hard as stone and Lilacdew cried in pain as her claws tore away from their sockets. Hatred swirled in Lilyfrost's violet eyes as Cedarclaw cried in rage. Lilacdew wailed in agony when Darkcedar leaped at her and his canines dug into the tender flesh of her side.
"What have you done!" Lilyfrost recoiled in pain, blistering anguish burning her pelt life fire as the scores from Lilacdew's gem-blessed claws spread across her pelt in black flame. Cedarclaw stared in horror and tried to put the fire out but it just burned his paws and he pulled back.
"The light of the g-gems be with you!" Lilacdew snarled as blood bubbled in her throat. "As I stand a child of Berylstar!"
"What?..." Lilyfrost looked terrified, her flesh breaking away in puzzle pieces of ash and rot. "I... Berylclan?"
"Goodbye, sister..." Lilacdew offered her twin a sad, aching smile as her vision went black and she collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. Lilyfrost let out a scream of rage and agony as she shattered into oblivion- a thousand shards of black glitter exploding. All around her, simultaneously, the frostbitten creatures began to dissolve- one by one- leaving nothing in their wake but black, sticky ink and rolls of ashen fog.
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Littlelion looked up, wincing from where he had been under the fangs of a wolf. He and Cinnamonsky exchanged bewildered glances as the undead creatures disintegrated and blew away in the wind.
"We did it!" Littlelion yowled as a great cry of victory rose through the trees.
"We've won! Praise Starclan! For Cloudclan!" Cinnamonsky screamed, bouncing up and down on her bloody paws as she raced over to Palepaw and nuzzled her apprentice and covered him in proud licks.
Yes, they had won...
But at what cost?
Post Twenty Six
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 18:22:41 GMT -5
☁ T H E W A T C H B E G I N S ☁
In the days following the Battle of the Forest, many Medicine Cats and gifted star-readers had incredible visions about the future for Cloudclan and what it would take to protect the oncoming generations. None was more prominent than the dream that came every night to Talonstar. His father and mother would walk with him, telling him all about a plan that Cloudstar had set into motion during his reign as leader. For a moon or so, every night, this dream continued. At last, with all the information he needed, Talonstar held a council with the Elders, Medicine Cats, other Leaders, and Deputies to discuss what he had learned. Stunned by his proposal but seeing its necessity, the gathered members of Cloudclan came to a unanimous decision. Cloudclan needed more safety, more security, and the way to do that was something unprecedented, something that hadn't been attempted since the founding of the clan. This is the story of that induction.
"Thank you all for coming this evening!" the loud, booming voice was that of Talonstar, the great tom settled atop the Highstone with Crowstar and Morningstar to his left and right. At the base of the great rock was all the Medicine Cats and Deputies, all of them staring out across the mass sea of cats who had come to hear the meeting. Everyone was here, from the smallest kit to the oldest Elder. This was a matter of great importance and no one so much as muttered a single word. "I have gathered you this sunset to discuss something that will change Cloudclan history forever as we know it. I need all of your attention for you to understand." As an eerie hush fell across the clearing, a blind, old Medicine Cat stepped forward from the swollen ranks of Cloudclan's most vital and she raised her head and cleared her throat. "Begin, Brindledawn."
"Thank you, Talonstar," she said quickly before leading into the announcement. "Listen carefully to what I have to say. Cloud Valley, as you know, has been in Cloudclan's history for generations. It was here that Cloudstar founded this clan and it was here that our ancestors fled when the wolf packs came in and made carnage of our home. Cloudclan has always, and will always, return here. This is our hearth, our safety, our home." She paused. "But then, it wasn't always safe. For you see, the valley is nestled in the heart of the Blue Mountains and though those mighty peaks protect us, they also leave us vulnerable. The valley is a refuge but the only way in or out is through those mountains, down the passageways marked by our ancestors hundreds of years ago. Cloud Valley is no longer a secret haven- for many have discovered our location and that has trapped us here. Because of this, we will be taking extra precautions to keep or home safe... This time- forever."
As the blind she-cat's words reverted through camp, many whispers and concerned murmurs broke out through the gathered cats. As the chatter died down, Talonstar again raised his voice; loud and clear for all to hear.
"It is to my understanding, as I have walked in my dreams with Cloudstar many a time in this pass moon, that there is something that we can do to help protect the oasis we have here. And the solution is so..." he cleared his throat. "From this day forth, Cloudclan will choose from its most gifted of Warriors to join a ranking of elite guardians. Under oath, these dedicated Cloudclan loyalists will commit their lives to their watch. They will make their home away from the base camp, instead their main place of residence will lie in the mountains. There is a camp to be constructed there and then four individual watch towers; one of the North, one for the East, one for the West, and one for the South. And between each tower, through the mountain tops, there will be a wall created to encircle Cloud Valley and protect the clan inside from attack. This is not a task to be taken lightly," Talonstar warned as many cats began to whisker among themselves. "For many cats, Cloudstar told me, died during their term on the Clan's Watch."
"And what about the Watchers?" the voice came from the middle of the crowd. It was Rattail, the oldest cat in Cloudclan. "Will they have a clan structure like the main base?"
"Yes, will there be a leader among them?" this was Peachbell, Cloudclan Deputy, who spoke.
"There will be two or three Captains appointed to guide the Clan's Watch," Talonstar replied coolly. "I will select them from previous clan performance. And as for rankings, one to three Medicine Cats will go with our brave Watchers to keep them well and strong upon the wall. I will also select that cat. As far as the Watcher Corps themselves... Any cat who is of age to be a Warrior will have to pass a series of physical and mental assessments before being allowed into the Clan's Watch. And there are stipulations to this honor..." at this, Talonstar trailed and nodded to Crowstar, who stood and lifted his head.
"A member of the Clan's Watch gives up their right to a normal life upon joining the cause," he began. "You will only come down from the mountains once a moon to see your family. Over a course of three days, three different teams of Watchers will come down to visit the main camp, interchanging so their is always one party up at their post. There is no exception to this and any Watcher found to be off their post on the wall will be dishonored from the Watch and dismissed back to main base under the pretense of improper conduct for discharge. If you already have a mate and kits, I seriously have to discourage you from joining the Watch- as you will only see your family once a day every month unless it is of urgent news. Also, to add onto that... If you are not already part of a family unit... As a Watcher, you swear to never take a mate or kits in order to dedicate yourself to the Watch." At this news, a few wails of disapproval broke out, followed by cries of rage.
"You also vow to give up anything that is a selfish, fleshly desire. You will never stake claim to land or territory- you're only reason for being is to defend the mountains, maintain the wall, and keep Cloudclan safe. You will never strive to be a Deputy or a Leader- you're only focus is to the Watch. It becomes who you are- a member of the Clan's Watch."
At this, again, the group of cats grew silent.
"Who is it then that you have chosen to found this organization?" it was Goldspinner, a former Berylclan Warrior, who spoke up this time.
"Yes, who are the Captains!" came the cries from all around. Talonstar raised a paw and the echoes of voices silenced.
"Thorntalon- First Captain." At Talonstar's announcement, there were many murmurs of agreement but one wail from somewhere in the back. Crystalsong, Thorntalon's mate, dropped her head and began to cry, knowing that her beloved's commitment to the clan outweighed his desire to be near her. He would do what was asked of him and go away to the mountains to lead the Clan's Watch.
"Darkfrost- Second Captain," it was Crowstar who spoke and his uncle, Darkfrost, nodded approvingly, accepting the title.
"We have not yet decided upon a third Captain," it was the third, youngest leader- Morningstar- who addressed the gaping sea of felines this time. "But we have chosen Twilightmoon to become the designated Medicine Cat of the Clan's Watch. She will be the only one until others pass their assessments. If she will accept?"
"I do accept," Twilightmoon replied from the base of the Highstone. "I consider it an honor... Thank you."
"And now... If you three will come forward please..." All three leaders jumped down from the Highstone. At once, Darkfrost, Thorntalon, and Twilightmoon had come to face them. Morningstar faced the Medicine Cat, Talonstar faced Thorntalon, and Crowstar faced Darkfrost. All three of them spoke in unison.
"Now, repeat after me."
The trio of chosen cats nodded.
"Night gathers- and now my watch begins."
"Night gathers- and now my watch begins."
"It shall not end until my death."
"It shall not end until my death."
"I shall take no mate, hold no lands, have no children."
At this, Thorntalon paused and Talonstar lifted his head. "Thorntalon is excused from this portion; as he has a mate and kits. By repeating the statement, Thorntalon, you swear to not sire another litter and understand that by joining the Watch- you will see your family very little. It is a sacrifice, my son... And one that I will understand if you cannot make."
Thorntalon looked over his shoulder, at Toxicflash, Woodtremor, and Crystalsong. All of them nodded slowly to him and he knew he had their trust. He turned back around, his eyes blazing as he faced the leader. The three of them spoke together.
"I shall take no mate, hold no lands, have no children."
"I shall wear no crowns and win no glory."
"I shall wear no crowns and win no glory."
"I shall live and die at my post."
"I shall live and die at my post."
"I am the blade in the darkness."
"I am the blade in the darkness."
"I am the Watcher on the Wall."
"I am the Watcher on the Wall."
"I am the shield that guards the hearth of my clan."
"I am the shield that guards the hearth of my clan."
"I pledge my life and honor to the Clan's Watch."
"I pledge my life and honor to the Clan's Watch..."
"For this night and all the nights to come."
"For this night and all the nights to come."
Talonstar touched his nose to Thorntalon's forehead and Crowstar did the same for Darkfrost, just as Morningstar mirrored the action for Twilightmoon. All of them felt a surge of ancient power unlike any they had ever known. A moment later, all three of the leaders had lifted their paws and delicately, with a single claw, traced a crescent moon mark across the nose of their respecting partner. None of the trio flinched from the sting.
"And now..." Talonstar said in a voice that sent an eerie hush across the shocked clan. "Your watch begins."
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 18:24:55 GMT -5
☁ T H E F I R S T S E L E C T I O N ☁
Gathered now beside the Highstone, there were children and Warriors that had been partially forgotten. They were of all ages- some older Warriors, some just newly crowned apprentices. And now... They had a new honor to receive. A tall, lean, handsome tom with black fur and burning embers for eyes was at their head, his head held high and a blue Spirit Stone blazing by his throat.
"We begin tonight in Cloud Valley something that the Gem Warriors of Berylclan have held sacred for hundreds of years... Something known as The Selection- where normal cats become part of the lifeblood that runs deep in the abandoned mines of my ancestors." He lifted his head and cleared his throat. "I, Shadowkeeper, son of Citrinestar of Berylclan- a child of Berylstar- welcome you, future Gem Warriors... To take place in an honored ritual as old as the jewels of the Chamber of Ancient Berylclan." He glanced at Diamondfaith and she nodded encouragingly. "For today as you take part in The Selection- you will be guided by the light inside you to find your Spirit Stone. Where a part of you will remain... Forevermore."
"Forevermore." They all echoed.
As the 'forevermore' chorus echoed, Shadowkeeper nodded and pushed to his paws. He began to pad toward the tunnel at the back of camp, his own Spirit Stone gleaming. "You will enter one by one. Alone. You must travel to the Mooncave and follow your heart to find your Spirit Stone. It may be a gem, a jewel, a mineral, a rock... Whatever it is, you will be bound to it. Your soul will beat inside of it until your dying day. It lies with you. Forevermore."
"Forevermore." They all echoed.
They followed intently, listening to the Deputy explain how the ritual was going to be done.
"The younger ones go first." Shadowkeeper peered back over his shoulder, taking in the forms of his two own children. "Dandelionpaw- may the light of the jewels guide your path. Choose wisely." He leaned back and licked Dandi between her ears. "Good luck," he whispered before stepping aside so she could head down the tunnel that lead to the Mooncave... And pick her stone.
Dandi gasped softly when Shadowkeeper called her name. She pressed her paw against Sparrowpaw's in a quick squeeze, seeing his tension, and shot her mother a smile before padding to the tunnel. The lick from her adopted father made anxieties she hadn't noticed within herself fade and she gave him a smile too before ducking into the familiar tunnel.
Slowly, she disappeared into the darkness of it, searching for the light of the Mooncrystal.
Down in the cave, Dandelionpaw took a deep breath and peered all around at the hundreds of pretty, glittering stones. Which one? Which one? Her heart started to hammer in her chest. So many options... Was it possible to pick the wrong one?... She began to gently comb through the piles of gems and jewels. As the confident young apprentice scanned through the pebbles and minerals, a silver of doubt began to creep in. What if she couldn't do it? They were all pretty- sure- but none of them were speaking to her. None of them were special... What if... What if she wasn't meant to be a Gem Warrior? What if there was no fated stone in this great heap of precious stones for her?...
Dandelionpaw huffed in frustration and flicked a few of the jewels away. As they scattered across the cave floor, one of the gems caught her eye. It seemed to be glowing a bit more than the others and Dandelionpaw withdrew slightly, her eyes wide. She padded over to the glittering stone and reached out her paw, cupping it gently. The surface was smooth and felt cool, but also warm simultaneously against her pad. The color was a sapphire-like blue and she knew at once, by the calm and completion of the feeling she had in her heart that this was it. The one. Her Spirit Stone. She nodded slowly, feeling as if all of the glimmering surfaces of the countless jewels were suddenly the eyes of Berylclan ancestors. She took the gem tediously between her teeth and turned to start the climb.
Dandelionpaw eventually emerged. She was walking slower than the eager trot that she had used originally when she entered. Once she stepped out into the light, she blinked hard momentarily as the sunlight bit her eyes. The apprentice stopped in front of Shadowkeeper and placed the gem down with a strange gentleness.
The gem was small, only ever so slightly bigger than the apprentice's paw. It had a vibrant, transparent sapphire-blue color and emitted a beautiful, bright fluorescence. It shone in the sunlight, almost glowing.
"This one," she said, her voice softer than it ever was as she turned and looked towards Shadowkeeper. "I want this one. It's also blue, like yours. A different blue, but still."
"It's lovely, Dandi. Well done. You selected Benitoite! A perfect choice for you." Shadowkeeper nodded his head and smiled proudly. "Dandelionpaw," he said with a stern voice as he recalled the ritual words. "You have chosen a Benitoite as your Spirit Stone." He leaned down, taking the gem with his paw as he set it into the necklace that had been made for just this moment. "May Starclan look down and honor your decision. The great ancestors of Berylclan welcome you as a true apprentice and a Gem Warrior in training. May the jewels light your path. Forevermore."
"Forevermore!"
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 18:28:20 GMT -5
☁ M A T E S & C R U S H E S ☁
|| ...♥... = Mates. || ... ➝ ... = First cat likes the second cat. || ... ↔ ... = Crushing Mutually. || ... X ... = Now separated mates. || ... * ... = Forbidden. || M- Male. F- Female. ||
Cinnamonstar(F)♥Fawnheart(F).
Lionstar(M)♥Tatteredleaf(F).
Rowanstar(M)♥Crowshade(M).
Amethystblossom(F)*Rustyspear(M).
Shadowkeeper(M)♥Alderthorn(F).
Dustysmoke(M)➝Coalember(F).
Dreamweaver(F)♥Finalwar(M).
Specterhowl(M)♥Rubypyre(F).
Rockshadow(M)*Hollymoon(F).
Almondthicket(M)➝/*Doveheart(F).
Tawnybrook(F)↔Onyxfrost(M).
Aldershade(M)♥Lilacdew(F).
Canarytrill(F)↔Dandelionpaw(F).
Coralwish(F)♥Lostraven(F).
Vanilladrop(F)↔Otterbreeze(F).
Cardinalwings(F)♥Olivestep(F).
Fogspell(M)↔Palepaw(M).
Antlershard(M)♥Treeheart(F).
Ravencrypt(M)♥Peachbell(F).
Shadowmane(M)♥Starlinghex(F).
Mistletoemelody(F)↔Riversand(M).
Mistystorm(F)♥Foxtrot(M).
Shadowprism(M)♥Berryblossom(F).
Coppergage(M)♥Fallenfeather(F).
Tinheart(M)➝Ebonylove(F).
Spottedsquirrel(F)♥Weaselsoul(M).
Tansypurr(F)↔Muddystep(M).
Windpaw(M)↔Newtpaw(M).
Viperpaw(M)➝Sparrowpaw(M).
Mouseear(F)♥Whiskey(M).
Falconheart(M)♥Hazemist(F)♥Rowanoak(M).
Flowerfield(F)♥Icarus(M).
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 18:30:03 GMT -5
☁ C O U P L E L O V E S O N G S ☁
☁ "I Can't Help Falling In Love With You" by Elvis Presley; Rowanstar and Crowshade.
☁ "Stickwitu" by The Puzzycat Dolls; Cinnamonstar and Fawnheart.
☁ "The Best of Me" by Andy Grammer; Lionmane and Tatteredleaf.
☁ "A Million Dreams" from the Greatest Showman; Amethystblossom and Rustyspear.
☁ "Arms" by Christina Perri; Shadowkeeper and Alderthorn.
☁ "Rewrite the Stars" from the Greatest Showman; Dreamweaver and Finalwar.
☁ "When A Man Loves a Woman" by Michael Bolton; Aldershade and Lilacdew.
☁ "Fire on Fire" by Sam Smith; Fogspell and Palesmoke.
☁ "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran; Antlershard and Treeheart.
☁ "My Best Friend" by Tim McGraw; Foxtrot and Mistystorm.
☁ "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri; Shadowpixie and Prayerkeeper.
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 18:30:17 GMT -5
Inkclan Cats that are Currently in the Valley
~Joystar- formally Joyjumper, Joystar had a rough start to life. She was born the much younger sister of a former clan Deputy. She worked hard and busted-tail her entire life to prove herself worthy. Finally, she was crowned Deputy... And unfortunately, she got kidnapped by the two-legs near Inkclan's territory and she was gone for many moons. While she was gone, the entire ranking order of Inkclan changed and when she returned, Inkstar was very old and was happy to retire- allowing both her son- Paintedsun- and her long-lost-Deputy, Joyjumper, to take her place. Once becoming leaders together, Joystar fell hard and fast for the charismatic tom. He returned her affection for a while but after their first litter was born (containing Scarletlily and Monarchdream), the two discovered they weren't right for each other and the love they did have for one another... Wasn't enough. The split was devastating for Joy but she recovered well considering he was the first tom she ever loved and she has to co-leader with him. She is an extremely vocal, involved, and adoring leader and she wants to know everything she can about as may of her clan members as possible. It is her goal to be able to help and aid in any way she can- wherever she can- for anyone she can! Joystar is, in a word, quite selfless. She really does spill all of herself into subjects and would go above and beyond for all of them. Her only real downside is... That even though they aren't together anymore and it is established that they're toxic as a romantic couple, she still has feelings for him and sometimes that gets in the way- but never in the way of the clan. Ever. Joystar takes both leadership and motherhood extremely seriously and she will never compromise one for the other and has learned through years how to balance both. This pretty she-cat is a Traditional Inker with a dark cream base color with pale yellow, peach, and subtle orange inking. She is something known as 'splint-staining' where only one part of her pelt has color. 90% of her is that pretty cream but the part of her that is Inked is half of her face, neck, throat, chest, and shoulder. That's all on the right side. There's a bit of peach coloring on her underbelly and splashed on her toes but it isn't a lot. She has a feathery tail and plumed fur at certain points. She, like a lot of Inkclan cats, has a wedged face, large ears, and slender features. She is streamlined and lithe-muscled with large, feeling baby blue eyes. Despite her generally positive and optimistic personality, she does have underlying depression that she hides extremely well. Nobody knows but her daughter, Scarletlily, who she sees to treat it. Joystar will always, always be strong for her clan. No matter what that takes. || Formally Joyjumper. Daughter of the late Littlesplash and Redwood. Paintedstar's former mate. Mother of Scarletlily(Paintedstar), Monarchdream(Paintedstar), Rubblefall(Falconswoop), Gravelhail(Falconswoop), Pastellight(Paintedstar), Blazestreak(Falconswoop), Yarrowseed(Falconswoop), Dusttalon(Falconswoop), Flamepetal(Falconswoop), Cometshine(Falconswoop), and Lilyburst(Falconswoop). || Lives: 6- 1) Died of illness, 2) Killed by a fox, 3) Accidentally killed by Paintedstar. || Pansexual- mates with Falconswoop. || Goldenstar. || ^Lacewing- Responsible and hardworking, Lacewing is a she-cat who's desperate to prove herself worthy as a deputy. She's a tall, pretty Traditional Inker with a white base pelt and silver, dark gray, and black Inking and striking blue eyes. Lacewing is one cat who can be accurately described as- stressed. She spends most of her time running around making patrols- hunting parties- you name it. She's extremely organized and likes to adhere to a strict schedule. Why does she work so hard? Well this is mainly due to the fact that half the clan doesn't think she's cut out for her job because she's not the leader's daughter. Everyone was shocked when she was chosen for the deputy position over Monarchdream, even though Monarch didn't want the position in the first place. Nevertheless, she's eager to please and hopes to one day become a respected leader of Inkclan. || First Deputy || Daughter of Lilacnight and Dustbowl, her great great ect. grandmother is Graysplash. No mate nor kits. || Bisexual|| Will oftentimes go and talk to her granny to get advice. Is best friends with Monarchdream. || Rowansky || ^Scarletlily- This medicine cat has to be level headed and calm- because if she wasn't she would probably lose her mind. As the second daughter of Joystar and Paintedstar, she holds a lot of attention from the rest of the clan while she would rather just be left alone to focus on her work. A gorgeous she-cat who gained the best qualities from both her parents, Scarletlily is a traditional Inker with a white base pelt and red, dark orange, and pale yellow Inking. She has a thin, wedged face, large Inkclan ears, and large bright yellow eyes. As Inkclan 'royalty', the clan usually fawns over her and tries to treat her as a fragile porcelain doll. When in reality- she's a cat who would get her paws dirty without a second thought, whether it be treating a nasty wound- or helping deliver a mother's kits. She was a lot angrier as an apprentice, as she was sick of how the clan sees her. However, with the help and patient training from her old mentor Islandfawn, Scarletlily has learned how to manage her anger and act with rationale- for the most part. She still has a tendency to snap if someone pushes her too far. She is incredibly close with her mother and is the only one who knows of Joystar's depression, as she usually helps her mother treat it. That being said- She holds a certain resentment towards her father and isn't very close with him. She respects him as a leader and loves him as a father, but she has a very hard time liking him. || Second Medicine Cat. || Daughter of Paintedstar and Joystar. Sister to Monarchdream, Rubblefall, Gravehail, Pastellight, Dusttalon, Blazestreak, and Yarrowseed. || Lesbian || Rowansky. || ~Hazelpaw(Hazelglen)- analytical, intelligent, a touch antisocial but highly professional... Hazelpaw isn't the easiest cat to get to know. She can be somewhat difficult and hard to read but she is impossibly hardworking and attentive. She is very goal-driven and can often become absorbed in her work, dedicating her thoughts and heart to what she is and what it means to be that. Many whisper about Hazelpaw's true bloodlines as she lost both of her parents when she was a kitten but her mother and father were black and white and weren't Inked at all but that's a conversation she doesn't necessarily like to have. Who she is or was or who she isn't doesn't matter. She's who she is meant to be and she's going to focus on that and nothing else. In speaking of those looks of hers- Hazelpaw is almost a Traditional Inker with a base color of snowy white but her Inking is unusual in itself. Her 'paint' is tan and dark brown in its true patches but there are parts of it across her pelt that is marbled with a molten, rich, hazel-like color. Unlike most 'traditional Inkers', Hazelpaw isn't streamlined or lithe, rather she is a small and boxy thing with a muscular, compact build. She has small ears, a cute, heart-shaped face, and medium-length fur. She has dark, sharp green eyes that hold and reflect the intelligence of her true nature. || Medicine Cat Apprentice. || In love with/secret mates with the Dishonored Watcher- Graythorn- in Cloudclan. || Goldenstar. || ~Falconswoop(Fal)- big, Traditional-Inker with white as a base color, this stoic tom has dark brown, black, and copper colored Inking that covers 95% of his body. His face is white- kind of like the fur is a mask, and his paws are white all at different lengths on his legs before it gets lost in the marbling. He has burning amber eyes, a a bobbed tail, and long, black whispers and a black nose. Falconswoop is Inkclan's most Senior Warrior and is very proud of his experiences and his training skills. He has mentored many of the current Warriors in the clan and he often has more than one apprentice at a time to show for his knowledge and seniority. He has been in Inkclan's only major battle with a group of rogue cats near the abandoned house where his clan makes its home. He has plenty to show for it, with tattered ears and battle-scars; something not many Inkers actually have. He isn't known to be much of a talker but that doesn't mean he isn't smart. This is a very intelligent cat- he just knows when to place his words and when to interject himself into conversation. Falconswoop is often left in charge of guarding the camp when large patrols are out gathering or away for meetings. You can 100% put your trust in this striking tom's rugged paws. You could probably put your heart there too. || Pansexual but prefers she-cats. || Inkclan's most Senior Warrior. || Goldenstar. || ~Indigonight(Indi)- can we say- intense? Indigonight, Indigo, or just 'Indi' as she is often called is a very peculiar she-cat. She has been a bit of an outcast her entire life and doesn't generally like to be on, what many would consider, "the in-crowd." She was the only child born to older parents and thus that has kept her humble and aged well beyond her time. Despite her dry humor and rather brutally-honest attitude, it- unfortunately- is not this molly's personality that keeps everyone so interested. Indi is a rarity in her clan, an Inker with a dark base color but still heavy Inking. Her main pelt color is black but her Inking is so dark that it gives her a shaded appearance rather than traditional color-layering or swirling as with most of her kind. The shading and hue-patterns of her fur give her an appearance that's dark blue instead of black because of the fine-undertoning. Her Inking itself is dark gray, black, shaded silver, and a blue-gray color. Her eyes are also a brilliant watery blue that changes shades with her mood. Indi gets a lot of unwanted attention because she's so, well... Pretty with her Royal Inkclan features of a slender frame, big ears, and a wedged, exotic face. Couple it with her unique coloration and she's melt-in-your-mouth gorgeous. And she hates it. Her best friend is loyally Monarchdream and the two bond over their misfortune of standing-out, despite the fact that they'd never really, well.. fit in. || Monarchdream's best friend. Cold cut Lesbian. || Goldenstar. || ~Zinnialea(Zinni)- pretty and petite, this kitty is a Halfbreed. Half Inker, half... Well, something else entirely. Zinnalea, 'Zinni', is a small and dainty creature with an unusual pelt in Inkclan. She doesn't have short fur, as her pelt is longer than most and it is fluffy, silky, and obsessively kept. Her pelt color is white but she is shaded a light orange under her stomach, tail, and chest. He pelt is brindled with different hues of red, pastel orange, and copper but only as it bends with the shading on her underparts. Both of her ears are folded at the tips and she has long, slightly curled white whiskers. Zinni has a deep love and appreciation for the clan she was raised in and she will never not identify as an Inker- even with her soft, angled face and small features. She has big, brilliant, almond-shaped yellow eyes with darker flecks around the pupils. She is very bubbly and energetic and this pretty molly loves to gossip! || Her sister is Ravenfeather. Of the two of them, only Zinni has Inking- oddly enough. || Pansexual- prefers toms but just loves attention of any kind really. || Goldenstar. || ~Racooncoat(Coon)- "Just call me Coon!" Considered "clumsy", this tom is just about as coordinated as a blind elephant with a missing leg. He has an inner-ear problem as a kit and effected his balance as he grew and now, it goes without saying that Racooncoat isn't really... eh... graceful? He is a tall tom with lean, pretty muscles and slightly inward positioned toes. His tail is thick and fluffy and his big, shapely ears are... Well, almost... Crooked. Racooncoat is a Traditional Inker- thank the Stars he has that going for him!- with a base color of a dingy kind of gray. He has black, darker gray, and tan inking but it all looks kind of uneven and funny. He has two black rings around both of his ears, three on his tail, and two on each paw at the ankle joint. He has really huge, awkward ears and long, black, bent whiskers. He has a solid splash of black around both of his eyes which help earned him his name. He has darker skin features- gray ears, paws, and a black nose. He has slightly big feet for his slender body and his fluffy tail- the only really fluffy part on him- is always messy and tangled with burrs, grass, twigs... What have you. He also has beautiful, dark amber eyes. Despite his unusual appearance and unfortunate lack of coordination, this tom is a very kind, optimistic soul. He just seems, almost... Unlucky. He will never have a harsh word to say to anyone and he really enjoys the little things in life. Despite his shortcomings, you can't help but be charmed by the tenderness of Racooncoat. || Heterosexual but that honestly is debatable. || Goldenstar. || ~Ironpeak- a very odd tom, Ironpeak is generally very quiet and he keeps to himself most of the time. He enjoys partaking in usual camp activities and he is a favorite of Joystar's when it comes time to make kits apprentices; he's a fantastic mentor. He can be harsh but not too much so. His apprentices usually complain that he's pushing them too much but then they thank him as Warriors. Despite being stern and slightly awkward, Ironpeak does better alone but doesn't mind to be in the lead of a group. He was considered for the Deputy position before even Lacewing but he pushed for her to get the position due to her youth and kind manner. He has more to give his clan before he takes on the role of a 'star. It is said that Ironpeak has a soft spot for Joystar but he would never express it if he knew anyone ever suspected it. Ironpeak is a ruggedly handsome tom who is thick-built and very muscular. He is extremely powerful and harnesses it well. He is tall an proud but not arrogant. He is a dark gray tom with lighter gray and black peppering that jars through his pelt in ragged patterns instead of traditional, painted Inking. He isn't quite Inked but his pelt isn't solid either. His ears are battle-torn and he had three long scars down the left side of his face from a run in with a crow as an apprentice. He also has dark, but beautiful ember brown eyes. || No mate, no kits. Pretty straight- is particularly attracted to strong females and likes a molly who could put him in his place. || Rped by Goldenstar. || ~Rubblefall- as it so frequently happens, Rubblefall is his brother's opposite in damn near every way. Where as Gravelhail is confident, cocky, and every bit of the royalty you would expect, Rubblefall takes far more after his gentle, humble mother. Rubble does have some confidence in his abilities as a Warrior but it is just that- confidence. And not pride. Rubblefall is undoubtedly all Inkclan through and through with Ink Royal features- big ears, an exotic face, short fur, long limbs, and lithe muscle. He is a Traditional Inker with a pale gray base color but his stain patterns are in dark gray, black, and white Inking. Rubblefall has a layered face, meaning all of the colors of his pelt mark his face in a 'mask'. He is more Inking and color marbling than he is his base color and it is something that is undeniable of his power lineage. He has dark, mysterious blue eyes. This tom is a very family-dedicated cat and spends a lot of time with his mother and the tom he had ultimately come to know is his biological father- Falconswoop. Rubble is very close and adoring of his mother and because of this, he always felt disconnected from Paintedstar. The news that he wasn't the arrogant tom's son really didn't come at much of a surprise to him- it was much more or a relief if he's being honest. Rubble will never mind to get his paws dirty or to do things that seem beneath him... as long as it is all for the good of the clan. || The late Gravelhail's twin brother. Son of Falconswoop and Joystar. Half-brother to Scarletlily, Monarchdream, and Pastellight. Full brother to Yarrowseed, Dusttalon, and Blazestreak. || Heterosexual. || Goldenstar. || ~Turquoisegem- A pretty tortoiseshell she-cat with beautiful, glittering turquoise colored eyes. Turquoisegem has a white back with spattering of black and orange, with white and cream markings like that of a Clouded Leopard mixed in. She doesn't have the full 'Inkers' pelt but quite a few of the smaller patterns race through her fur. She has a black mask on her face with little white specks like freckles or the crystal shine of obsidian. Her orange spots are the standard red-orange of a Tortoiseshell, however, Turquoisegem's unique patterns decorate these patches of fluffy fur. Turquoisegem has an odd fear of going blind and her eyes losing their color, she is more afraid of blindness than she is of anything else- losing her sight or her eyes losing their color is something worse than death because her eyes are the only things about herself that she actually likes. As an apprentice, Turquoise would often go off on her own to study and watch two-legs. She grew so fond of them and was so curious of their nature that she actually picked up pieces of their language and often tells her clan mates of new words she learns- something that helps to broaden the Inkclan vocabulary and increase the index of what they can use for names. Turquoise has the nickname "Q" which she picked up as a young Warrior and it fits her peculiar nature. She is shy and often times spends her days away from the camp and around the two-legs she is so fascinated by- this has unfortunately made her very awkward when it comes to usual clan structure. || Smallpoppy's oldest daughter. Litter-mate to Havenlight and older sister to Cranberrysplash and Myrtlefrost. || Demisexual. || Goldenstar. || -Amberdahlia(Amber)- a striking Traditional Inker with a base color of dark cream. She has bright brown, tan, and darker cream Inking that blooms across her pelt like flowers. She has bright amber eyes. This molly is not as soft and dainty as she seems. Though she adores the softer, prettier things in life, Amberdahlia, or just Amber or just Dahlia, has a fierceness to her that shocks anyone who doesn't know her well. She could be chatting with you happily to clawing off a chunk of your ear within a moment if you say the wrong thing. But again, she's still easily charmed by pretty things like flowers and fireflies, simply a strange quirk this pretty molly has. || Bi-curious, though she tends to lean more towards she-cats. || Treeheart. || -Briarthicket- swirled, dark brown and black molly with white paws, ear-tufts, and long, white whiskers. Her pelt, despite its brindle-like-pattern does not classify her technically as either Inked or Stained. She also has pretty, dangerous dark brown eyes. Briarthicket is a tough girl. Having been born technically only "half" Inkclan, her other half being unknown to her due to her mother keeping it a secret, she never felt like she really fit in with her peers. This fact made her grow up a bit more chilly towards others, prompting her to keep to herself more often. She doesn't have any hard feelings towards the Inked and Stained cats, but she is a bit bitter about her father's identity being hidden from her. || A lesbian in denial but she'll come around || Treeheart. || -Lavenderfield(Livi)- a beautiful pale she-cat with a base color such a light gray that it's almost white. She's a Traditional Inker with Inking colors of a dark silver, blue-gray, and snowy white. Lavenderfield, or Livi as she is so affectionately called also has unusual, lavender-hued eyes. She's a sweet soul who spends most of her time either tending to the clan's kits or decorating the nests and/or pelts of her friends and family with petals and flowers of whatever she finds to be pretty. Lavenderfield could barely harm a fly, a fact that got her teased a bit in her younger moons. She's not a good fighter by any means and it's something she struggles to improve upon. || Heterosexual || Treeheart. || -Oakstomp- a big brown tom with darker under-shading, white paws, and big, dark amber eyes. Oakstomp is a Momma's boy at heart- just like his other two brothers. He has a rough exterior, known for his face that seemed to have been born with a scowl, but he adores his mother fiercely and tends to be a bit protective of her. He cares for his brothers as well, but he still tends to stick to his mother's side. When he isn't, he's usually out hunting something to bring back to her. || Son of Deerfreckle by a rogue. Brother to Blackkit and Pinekit. || Demisexual by nature. || Treeheart. || Aspenspirit- Traditional Inker, a pale gray she-cat with white and pale yellow inking along with pale blue eyes. Darker flecks across her face. || cowbird. || Emberpool- solid-colored, pale brown she-cat with white toes and pale gray eyes. She is a strict and dedicated warrior who has had to overcome a lot of internal turmoil involving her messy kithood and the fact she was the “ugly” one of her litter. She’s the polar opposite of her hot headed brother, being calm and reasonable despite her liking law and order in all she takes part in. Her pelt may not standout among her tainted clan mates but her leader personality makes her well know enough. || Straighter than a pole yet a fierce supporter of same sex couples and gender ambiguity. || Older sister of Redinferno. || cowbird. || Redinferno- hot-headed and fiery. Just a few words to describe one of InkClan’s youngest warriors, the tom’s outlandish and brash personality matches his elaborate inked pelt which makes him a naturally attractive cat on first glance. He is slightly smaller that his fellow warriors which often makes his spit-fire threats and comments not taken serious- which isn’t a common misconception as this warrior packs a deadly set of thorn sharp claws. Redinferno is a Traditional Inker with a base coat of pale cream but his Inking is dark red, bright red, and a burnt orange color. It covers most of his body but his paws are his base color but it fades into his legs like literal flame patters. He has molten orange eyes that have amber flecks in them. He has a sleek muscled body and a plump like tail. His ears are a tad bit too big for his head/face. Redinferno, besides his usual flame like personality, is known to exhibit gentleness to kits and elders especially Graysplash (who as a kit, promised he’d care for her forever). He often gets into arguments with his sister Emberpool as she isn’t older and doesn’t see his fiery attitude as one a Clan cat should have while he think she she’s an old hag half of the time. Loves her though. || Gayer than the rainbow but his sexuality isn’t nearly as prevalent as his personality. || Brother to Emberpool. || cowbird. || Tigerlash- powerful, Tigerpaw outperforms most his peers in battles of ultimate strength and endurance a fact that has made his cocky and reckless in many cases. As bad as his personality can be, he seems to hide his more negative habits with his dedication and ambition to serve InkClan. Tigerpaw is a handsome dark orange tom with brown, black, and dark brown Inking. He also has bright green eyes. || Heterosexual.... he thinks. || cowbird. || Pineblade- no one loves a good game like this guy. Willing at even the most unruly times of day this rambunctious tom is up and about that other cracking a joke, bothering and play attacking his brothers or stalking the apprentices or even hiding in the elders away from his mother (an action which Astergrove wholeheartedly helps him do). The most adorable of his wide shoulder and stocky litter, he wins over most clan members with his eagerness. Pinenblade is a big reddish tom with undershades of dark brown and black dapples. He has his father's dark amber eyes.|| Bisexual. || Brother to Oakstomp and Blackwood. Deerfreckle's son by the loner- Lincoln. || cowbird. || Havenlight- Sarcasm seems to be the life of the loveable she-cat. She makes friends easy as shown by her good relationship with the Clan leaders and the other queens, but she also likes quiet time, often taking walks at dawn and idly watching the beauty of her territory, a habit that has persisted even as she carried Riverbandit's kits. They aren’t mates but in effort to keep the Clan blood pure (ish) they did the deed to provide new life. It’s weird for her because she always stated she wasn't gonna have kits yet when duty called, she didn’t fight it- for the most part. She has a pleasant relationship with her kit's father but that's mostly because she is often distant from toms if they aren’t Paintedstar. Havenlight is a pretty molly with 'split-staining'. Her base color is white but her Inking is pale gray and silver and it covers only a portion of her face, over her right eye and nose, and is splashed gingerly on her hind paws. She has bright gray eyes. || Mother to Riverbandit's kits: Logfur, Butterflyfur, and Grasslight. Litter-mate to Turquoisegem and older sister to Cranberrysplash and Myrtlefrost. || bisexual. || cowbird. || ~Droppaw(Dropshine)- a pretty, long furred white she-cat with her mother's familiar patterns. She doesn't necessarily have 'Staining' like other Inkclan cats- also like her mother. Her Inking is blended and almost doesn't exist except for some spare places. Her pelt is a base of snowy white with gray marble-like patching on her face, legs, partially on her tail, and on her ears. The gray colors vary from an ash to a pale gray, to something almost like fog. The shades don't entirely blend but aren't really formed into 'paint spots' either and she has a few random flecks of white in the gray of her fur. Dropshine has her mother's eyes to an extent- they're half yellow and half orange and kind of bleed together. Dropshine is very soft spoken but I wouldn't really call her shy. She has inherited a great amount of her mother's personality and that's something she carries quite well. She is known for her gentle temperament and lasting patience and can calm even the wildest of spirits. Dropshine is very close to her sister, Twigbreeze, as they are the surviving ones from their litter of four (the two toms died) and are their mother's only kits who weren't stillborn and are still alive today. Dropshine sometimes feels out of place from some of the other Queens in Inkclan because her kits were fathered by a rogue and not a clan-born cat but it has never made Dropshine- or her sister- think down of their mother or who they are. They are Willowwood's children and that is more than enough for Dropshine. || Willowwood's kit. Sister to Twigbreeze and also a sister to all of Willowwood's other kits in Starclan. Their father is Jax- a rogue- who sometimes visits near the Manor but not often. || Heterosexual. || Goldenstar. || ~Twigpaw(Twigbreeze)- stunning, Twigbreeze- or just Twigs- is a gorgeous creature who gets her coloration from her father and is nearly a spitting image of him in a lot of ways. She is a pretty, long-furred marbled tabby of brown, tan, and rich earth-tones and she has a tan chest, under-belly, throat, tip of her tail, mouth, and tip of her toes. She has tufted ears and enchanting blue eyes. She does share one likeness to her sister- white flecks that cut through the darker colors of her pelt and tie her to her litter-mate as kin. Twigs, unlike her sister or her mother, has no sign at all of any kind of 'inking' on her pelt and she does get flack for it sometimes but she doesn't generally let it bother her. Too much. Twigbreeze is a touch awkward, much like her mother and sister, but she is more likely to speak and be outspoken than either of the she-cats in her family and she has always been 'the wild one' when it comes to wanting to push boundaries and losing her temper. If you've pissed her off- you've pissed her off and that's just the way it is. Twigs is less forgiving than her mother or sister and will gladly and lowly hold a grudge. || Willowwood's kit. Sister to Dropshine and also a sister to all of Willowwood's other kits in Starclan. Their father is Jax- a rogue- who sometimes visits near the Manor but not often. || Lesbian- does want children though and isn't afraid to carry kits to make that possible. || Goldenstar. || Logfur- Taking after his mother, Logfur is cautious cat. He’s not one much for talking, even among his siblings and family, preferring to keep his mouth closed and his many thoughts on husband head. Not to say he won’t speak- idle, light conversations are no bother for him but his calm, anti-drama persona keeps most others at bay, some out of confusion and others out of respect. And, just like his mother, sarcasm is his way of life. A lot less vocal about it so it’s less know, but man, his brain is all up there. Logfur is one of the biggest cats in the clan. Massive, muscular, and long, he sports rather plain, straight and shaggy dark brown fur with a sweeping tail and blazing amber eyes. His paws are massive which able him to chase squirrels even in thick snow... well if his pelt would get out the way. || Brother to Grassfur and Butterflyfur, son of Havenlight and Riverbandit.|| Warrior. || Bisexual. || Cowbird. || Grasslight- carefree and in the moment, much like his father, to other cats from other clans observing his common behavior, Grasslight isn’t very warrior material. He’s brash, loud, often disobedient (which gets him a good several cuffs in the head by his mother every day) and tends to like to play and take adventures, sometimes beyond the territory, rather than serve his clan. He’s not all bad though. He has a special bond with his father and the elders, willing to go far and beyond for them and is a kind, joyous character, bring a sort of emotional brightness even in times where you’d think there would or should be none. Grassfur looks a lot like his brother but his shaggy fur is shorter, less thick and a light, almost golden brown with a smaller, less muscular build and light green eyes He has a scar on his right shoulder from battle training with his brother which, much to his family’s chagrin, he embraces. || Brother of Butterflywing and Logfur, son of Havenlight and Riverbandit. || Heterosexual. || Warrior. || Cowbird. || Butterflyfur- oddly enough, the only she-cat and Inked kit of her litter, Butterflywing was always on the fence during her younger years about accepting herself. No, not her beautiful white based pelt and gorgeous inked silver, gray and light cream splashes that made her up, or the icy blue eyes that earn her plenty of admirers. It wasn’t even her skills or dedication to keeping the family together and drama free. No, what had been this gorgeous girl’s struggle was her feelings- her sexuality specifically. She knew very early on she liked she-cats. They were funnier, more sensible and plain out more attractive than toms and stood out to her. Yet growing up, there wasn’t many, if any, stable and open same-sex relationships in her clan and she thought that she was taboo, wrong and needed to hold that part of herself in if she wanted to serve her clan. As time went on, she saw that there were actually others in her boat and in other clans and groups, she saw many couples who were “out of the norm” as she would frame it and bit by bit, grew more comfortable with who she really was. || Sister to Logfur and Grasslight, only daughter of Havenlight and Riverbandit. || Lesbian || Warrior. || Cowbird. || ~Blazepaw(Blazestreak)- when I tell you this pretty kitty is a spitfire, it's no exaggeration. Sometimes Falconswoop will (lightly) joke that Blaze inherited a touch of Paintedstar's attitude even though the two are not at all related. Blazestreak is well... quite opinionated, but I wouldn't exactly call him arrogant. Just... confident in the things he does know and do well. He is very close to his family, his father and mother and litter-mates specifically but he is also adoring of his half-siblings as well and cherishes the kin he has in Cloudclan. As a 'paw, Blaze overheard someone talking down about Monarchdream and he got into a skirmish with them that was so grand- he ended up getting punished and rewarded at the same time because it was one hell of a fight. Blazestreak knows that he is a conversation piece but he doesn't let it bother him. His parents love each other and he was conceived out of love and he knows it and it's something he takes pride in- he has a good, healthy family and a strong relationship with his parents and siblings and that connection is priceless to him. Blaze favors his father quite a lot with his unorthodox build for an Inkclan cat. He is considered a Traditional Inker with three overlapping colors that blanket most of his pelt- also something he got from Falconswoop. He is tall with lean muscle and thick, coarse fur. His base colors are tan and white and his Inking is done in orange, darker orange, and white. He has creamy orange legs and that color bleeds into his torso and flanks. The cuffs of his paws are tan but his actual paws themselves are white. His tail is mostly tan with white shading under his tail toward the base and the tail tip is white. He has some darker orange Paint Stains on his lower tail as well. His underbelly, chest, throat, and chin are all white and he has tan Inking along his neck, spine, upper flanks, and between his eyes. He has 'puddles' of darker orange 'paint' on the tan on his flanks and on his legs in the creamy orange fur. He has a couple of white dapples in that darker orange Inking. The left side of his face is pale orange and the right side is dark orange and the dark orange also crests his nose and the top of his head. Both of his ears are pale orange. To top off Blazestreak's stunning appearance, he has incredible, emerald green eyes. || Son of Joystar and Falconswoop. Full brother to Yarrowseed and Dusttalon. Full brother also to the late Gravelhail from an older litter and full brother also to Rubblefall. Half-brother to Monarchdream and Pastellight in Cloudclan, half-brother to Scarletlily. || Heterosexual. || Goldenstar. || ~Dustpaw(Dusttalon)- known to be the perfect mixture of his mother and father, Dusttalon is the blend of all of his better parts. He has his father's coloration but his mother's 'Royal' build. He has a bit of Blazestreak's attitude but also a good portion of Yarrowseed's patience. He is known for his intelligence and clever mind and can outsmart cats who are much older than him. He spends a lot of his time among the Elders- something he learned from Yarrow- and tries to learn from them as they talk to him and tell him stories. He will never hesitate to help the Medicine Cats or the apprentices and is often called upon for unsavory work because he doesn't complain about the labor. Dusttalon is very close to his brothers but they tend to influence him. When he's with Blaze, he'll get into trouble and have a sharper tongue. When he's with Yarrowseed, he can be so gentle that he could handle butterflies and his patience is endless. He is also quite adoring of both his mother and father but can be a little protective of Joystar- for he knows her past and he will be damned before his mother has to repeat or endure anymore abuse. From anyone or anything. Dusttalon- who sometimes goes by Dusty- is very close to his kin in Cloudclan and adores his nieces and nephews. He is very self-driven and has a desire to be better each day than he was the day before. Now, back to his appearance. Dusttalon is the only of one his litter-mates to inherit Joystar's 'Royal' build. He has a lean body with feathery fur, an exotic face, large ears, and finer features. His base coat is a dark tan/dusty brown color and he has darker brown, white, and cream Inking. The paws on all four of his feet are white and he has a white underbelly, chest, and throat. The tip of his feathery tail is also white but the base of it and his rump are also brown. Dusttalon does not have a lot of Ink spots, mostly rich dappling, which is something quite odd considering the richly Stained pelts of both his mother and father. He has white and cream dapples along his flanks and only some with brown 'ink spots' inside of them. H also has a cream muzzle with brown freckles and brown dapples over both of his eyes. His left ear is tan but the right is brown. He has long, dark whiskers and his mother's gentle, baby blue eyes. Despite looking rather 'dainty', Dusttalon shouldn't be underestimated. His cool wit and desire to learn has made him a formidable fighting force within Inkclan.|| Son of Joystar and Falconswoop. Litter-mate to Blazestreak and Yarrowseed. Younger full brother to the late Gravelhail and also Rubblefall. Half-brother to Monarchdream and Pastellight in Cloudclan and also Scarletlily. || Pansexual. Polyamorous. || Goldenstar. || Myrtlekit(Myrtlefrost)- distant yet pleasant and honest, Myrtlefrost was the eldest of her mother’s final litter and , though no one would openly acknowledge it, Smallpoppy’s favorite. Myrtle grew up always determined to live the right life of a warrior- train hard, stay loyal to her clanmates and follow the warrior code to the point. This strict following of the rules made her not so popular as a de maternity in her early moons, but as she grew older her determination to honor the life her ancestors lived grew to be respected. She does have a softer, more approachable side however as Miss Myrtle is quite the storyteller While having kits off her own seems just too blurry for this babe now, she can often be seen with the elders detailing a spinning tale with them to the kits. Myrtlefrost is a very pale gray and dark russet she-cat with beautiful petal like patterns on her shoulders and ears with a tufted tail. || Bisexual- wants to really explore her love for she-cats. || Daughter of Smallpoppy from her final litter and her secret, longtime mate the loner Benny. Younger sister to Havenlight, Turquoisegem, and littermate to Cranberrysplash. || cowbird || Cranberrykit(Cranberrysplash)- among Smallpoppy’s numerous daughters, Cranberrysplash or, to avoid the mouthful of a name, Berry, she is definitely the most controversial . A sweet, affectionate soul she is on one paw, but also emotionally disconnected at times. She’s very vocal about her opinions yet she still has never been able to let them be known in a less... cold cut manner. She’s energetic and loves to patrol but hunting seems to be something she hates- “There is plenty of cats to keep the clan fed- I don't see why I have to get my paws dirty.” Berry is a small, white and ginger she cat with unusual twirls of ginger around her legs and tail. She has ginger patches on her pelt and ears. || Younger daughter of Smallpoppy’s final litter, littermate to Myrtlefrost. Younger sister to Havenlight and Turquoisegem. || cowbird. || Smallpoppy- a very small tortoiseshell she-cat with bright green eyes. || Mother to Turquoisegem, Havenlight, Cranberrysplash, ad Myrtlefrost. Secretly the long-time mate of the loner- Benny. || cowbird.|| ~Graysplash- the oldest cat in Inkclan, Graysplash has managed somehow to stay alive through.. Well.. Almost anything. A lot of cats simply call her "Granny Gray" or just "Granny." Graysplash's true age has been debated of for a long time- even by her! She claims to remember a lot of things that no one else does and since nobody can debunk it, they just let her have her way and agree she's been there, seen that. Granny claims to be almost twenty years old and still "sharp as a tack!" She still has (most) of the sight in her eyes and (most) of the hearing in her ears. Unfortunately what's been lost of Graysplash is her... well... teeth. Almost all of her fangs are gone and now she has only the four main incisors (and one is broken) and the worn down teeth in between them. She can still eat gamey food it's just really hard on her. Usually, a Warrior or young apprentice has to clean her prey, take the feathers and/or fur off of it, and then pulverize it so it is tender enough for her remaining teeth to mesh and grind down to pulp. She also enjoys her berries. Graysplash has a really fantastic sense of humor to be, you know... "almost dead" all the time. She's always joking with the younger cats and she'll sometimes terrify the apprentices by tossing mice at them and saying "chew this thing for me!" Even in her old age, Granny still goes for walks and talks daily with Lacewing (who happens to be her biological great granddaughter) about the goings and comings of the clan so she can stay informed and aware. In her prime, Graysplash was a beautiful and deeply desired she-cat and she's aged well... considering she's probably seventy thousand years old and lived through the comet shower that wiped out the dinosaurs. She is an untraditional Inker with heavy gray-and-white Ink dappling and her blue eyes are still alert- just a little milky. Pesky cataracts. "Anything a young cat can do- I can do! I'm not dead yet- just almost!" || The oldest cat in Inkclan. Mates with the late Ashenhollow. Lacewing's great, great... Whatever-Something-Great-Grandmother. || Goldenstar. || Tanglereed- a kind old tom with solid gray fur and faded black tabby stripes. Dark brown eyes. || cowbird. || --- Bond Kits ~Aspenkit(Aspenheart)- known for his timid and rather jumpy nature, Aspenheart is not at all a cat who has any kind of self confidence. Despite how hard his mother and father have tried to love him and support him, he just... isn't a fan of himself. At all. Aspenheart has been blessed with features from both of his parents as well as both of his bloodlines. He has a moderate body build, rather slender and lean with long, lanky legs. His tail is long and he has large, angular ears. Aspenheart has a nearly Inked pelt with odd lashes and stripe designs. His fur contains many colors including cream, hazelnut brown, caramel, and tan. He has soft, beautiful golden irises. Aspenheart is known for his gentle voice and deep love for queens, kits, and elders. He can often be found taking care of the oldest members of the clan- even now that he's a warrior. Aspenheart is very close to his family and, despite being half-clan, takes great pride in both his mother and his father. || Son of Hazelglen and Graythorn. Brother to Obsidianblaze, Eaglesmoke, Brindleoak, and Stillriver. || Supposedly born from the Breeding Bonds but his conception was long before that. || Bisexual, pansexual?... He doesn't really know. || Goldenstar. ||
~Obsidiankit(Obsidianblaze/Blaze)- Blaze has been gathering unwanted attention ever since he was born. Part of it was how he was created, yes, but much more of it is how he looks. Obsidianblaze is the biggest of his litter and was graced with Graythorn's thick structure and muscular build. He has powerful shoulders, big paws, and a hard jawline. His pelt is short and thick and is mostly white. However, he is marked with odd stripes that are as black as smooth obsidian- hence how he got his name. The stripes appear on his flanks, shoulders, and under his eyes- streaking down his face like tear marks. He also has black paws on his front left foot, both his hind feet, a black tail, and a black diamond blaze between his eyes. His irises are a stunning honey gold. Obsidianblaze trained mercilessly as an apprentice and ended up in a fight against a stray dog with some of the other apprentices and mentors at the time. This event landed him with scars littered across his body but he wears them proudly. He is a very energetic and hardworking tom and strives to be the best version of himself possible for his clan. He is very close to all members of his family and cherishes his half-clan blood. He was born for a purpose and he will make sure to live it well. || Son of Hazelglen and Graythorn. Brother to Aspenheart, Eaglesmoke, Brindleoak, and Stillriver. Supposedly born from the Breeding Bonds but he was conceived long before that. || Bisexual. Polyamorous. || Goldenstar. ||
~Eaglekit(Eaglesmoke)- every bit his father's son, it is Eaglesmoke who looks the most like his father of his litter. He is built more like his mother, lean and slender with longer features but he isn't quite as tall or as slim as Aspenheart. He has a cut body that he has worked on from the time he was made a paw to make sure he was fit and strong and able to defend his clan to the best of his ability. He has a steel gray pelt with a paler gray belly, chest, throat, chin, tail-tip, and paws. The lower parts of his paws, the lower portion of his tail, top of his head, and ears are all a darker gray. Eaglesmoke got his name for the unusual markings he has on his flanks- dark gray patches of fur in the same color, but they are in the shape of wings along his sides. Like Obsidianblaze, his whiskers, nose, and paw-pads are black. He has burning, intelligent blue eyes. Eaglesmoke is very close to Obsidianblaze and is ferociously protective of his mother, Hazelglen. || Son of Hazelglen and Graythorn. Brother to Obsidianblaze, Aspenheart, Brindleoak, and Stillriver. || Supposedly born from the Breeding Bonds but his conception was long before that. || Heterosexual. || Goldenstar. ||
~Brindlekit(Brindleoak)- kind and gentle, Brindleoak is one of those cats that just makes you feel... happy. And safe. She is known to be as kind and gentle as a butterfly wing and is often found gathering flowers or... well, chasing butterflies. But she'd never have the heart to catch them- the poor dear. Brindleoak spends a lot of her time with kits, Elders, and queens. She is extremely close with her tender-hearted brother, Aspenheart, and also their mother. She is known a bit to be a hopeless romantic and tends to get her tender heart broken quite easily. Much to the dismay of her father, Graythorn, she falls in love every other step and doesn't seem to understand that there are bad cats with bad intentions. There has to be good in everyone... right? Brindleoak is a beautiful molly with a base pelt of pale tan. She has rich, chocolate markings scattered across her body and rich, smooth yellow eyes and a brilliant, soft smile. || Daughter of Graythorn and Hazelglen. Sister to Aspenheart, Obsidianspire, Eaglesmoke, and Stillriver. Supposedly born from the Breeding Bonds, though her conception was long before that. || Happily pansexual and polyamorous. It isn't directly working out... || Goldenstar. ||
~Stillkit(Stillriver)- an incredible creature, Stillriver is the odd one out of her litter. She neither looks like either of her parents, nor does she hold their body build. She presumes that, as Graythorn has said, that she resembles his parents. She has a striking pelt, her fur a blend of many different colors and patterns. Her base coat is a smoky gray- nearly black. She has gray-lavender tabby markings that are marbled across her pelt. She has a white throat and the end of her tufted tail is also white. Her hind paw and left ear are also a darker lavender shade and her eyes are a rich, startling blue-purple color. The fur along the back of her neck is shaggy and thick and it makes her look wilder than a rogue a lot of the time. She is laced with scars the got from when she was an apprentice and fought shoulder to shoulder with her brother, Obsidianblaze. She is a very kind but intelligent and calculative molly. Stillriver doesn't trust easily and she tends to overthink situations and bring herself quite a bit of worry. She is a very good and accomplished hunter and rarely returns home empty-mouthed. || Daughter of Graythorn and Hazelglen. Sister to Aspenheart, Obsidianblaze, Brindleoak, and Eaglesmoke. Supposedly born from the Breeding Bonds, but she was conceived long before that. || Lesbian. || Goldenstar. ||
Lilykit(Lilypetal)- being a she-cat… in an all she-cat litter , the eldest of Aspenspirit has always felt the lack of interest in her and her entire litter the moment she opened her eyes. Born of the highly consequential Breeding Bonds, Lilypetal was always so confused about where her loyalties lay and who she truly was- because when you’re very existence is the very public union of half-Clan relationships it doesn't make it easy to know where the true you is. Lilypetal is a shy, reserved cat with obvious self-esteem issues, but is also very protective of her sisters- they are the only ones who don't make her feel like an “other”. Lilypetal is a Inked cat with a pale gray base and dazzling orange and yellow markings and bright, yellow eyes. || Daughter of Aspenspirit and Emberheart of Cloudclan. Sister to Coniferfur and... Born from the Breeding Bonds. || cowbird. ||
Coniferkit(Coniferfur/Connie)- Going by Connie, she has spent her life being “wisely oblivious” as she calls it. Sure, cats have been gossiping about her and her littermates- and basically her entire generation for the longest- but does she acknowledge it? Never that- as a matter of fact the small, pale brown she-cat with darker brown paws and tail, prefers to live life at a simple benchmark: as long as you are not in anyone’s way then they cant possibly have any reason to get in yours. || Daughter of Aspenspirit and Emberheart of Cloudclan. Sister to Lilypetal and... Born from the Breeding Bonds. || cowbird. ||
... || She-cat. || Daughter of Aspenspirit and Emberheart of Cloudclan. Sister to Coniferfur and Lilypetal. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Nightmarequeen. ||
Ocelotkit(Ocelotleap)- Poor Lacewing. She already stresses about taking care of her clan as deputy- but no one prepared her for the boisterous stretch of cat that was her oldest son. Every bit his father’s son and more the nursery was full and then some with this one in it. Ocelotleap is a very opinionated, energetic and curious cat who tends to be rather oblivious to nuance and sensitive subjects which in turn can make him someone you don't want to discuss your business or secrets around cause they wont stay private for long. He is a courageous warrior however, willing to lay down his life for what is right- a quality that will serve him well in the future. Ocelotleap is a tall, muscular light brown and pale ginger tom with lighter brown muzzle, eyeliner and thick, curly fur on his neck and shoulders. On his fur, he has odd, pale splotches and spots, hence his name. || Son of Lacewing and Elknose of Cloudclan. Brother to Silkwood,..., and ... Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Bisexual. || cowbird. ||
Silkkit(Silkwood)- pretty white she-cat with yellow eyes. || Daughter of Lacewing and Elknose of Cloudclan. Sister to Ocelotleap, ..., and ... || Born from the Breeding Bonds. || cowbird. ||
... || Tom. || Son of Lacewing and Elknose of Cloudclan. Brother to Silkwood, Ocelotleap, and ... Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Rowansky. ||
... || She-cat. || Daughter of Lacewing and Elknose of Cloudclan. Sister to Silkwood, Ocelotleap, and ... Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Rowansky. ||
~Baykit(Baywish)- a stunning creature, Baywish also... takes after his mother. Bay is a small tom, not big nor burly- much like his father. He does, however, have unusually long legs. Must be from Timberfrost. He has thick, medium-length fur that is white as the base. Along his back, shoulders, and face are an ashy gray. He has a dark, syrupy brown face mask, ears, and tail. He has the same color on his front paws and on his hind right foot. Layering that color is a paler shade of brown and then fading into other shades of gray. Also on the base of his tail is the secondary brown color. There are white flecks through the darker brown parts of his pelt. He has big, incredible, soulful sage green eyes. Baywish is very close to his sister, Marigoldhare, and the two of them are often seen together. He is still in good contact with his father, even though Timberfrost is in a different clan. He has a great deal of respect for the tom and loves him deeply. Baywish enjoys interacting with his cousins in Cloudclan and is quite close to Milkflower's kits. || Son of Zinnialea and Timberfrost of Cloudclan. Brother to Marigoldhare. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Bisexual- tom leaning. He does like feminine toms and gentle she-cats. Tough and rowdy isn't the way to his heart. || Goldenstar. ||
Marigoldkit(Marigoldhare) - Small and dainty like her mother, Mari is a sweet little creature. Her base coat is a shaded cream, with points of dark brown across her body. Her ears are dark, her paws, the tip of her tail, and even the mask across her face. There is a duller brown that's faded into her chest and belly, as well as brindles of orange, red, and copper throughout her pelt. Her ears are folded at the tips, and her whiskers are long and white. Her paw-pads and her small nose are a soft pink, and her bright almond-shaped eyes are a light, sky blue. || Daughter of Zinnialea and Timberfrost of Cloudclan. Sister to... Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Treeheart. ||
Forestkit(Forestcreek) - Forestcreek is a tall cat, a stark reminder of his heritage. He's not muscular, as you'd probably suspect from his height, but his fur is thick and heavy, which hides his slimmer form beneath. His fur has a light brown base, with silver, blue-gray, and dark brown Inking. His paws are white, and his eyes are a soft lavender hue. || Son of Lavenderfield and Crookedfall of Cloudclan. Brother to Gullsong, ..., and ... Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Treeheart. ||
Gullkit(Gullsong) - Gullsong takes a lot after his mother in appearance. His fur is a gray, almost white hue, though it's short and has dark brown tabby stripes. He does have his mother's blue-gray and snowy white Inking, as well as her overall smaller build. His eyes, however, are a dark brown. || Son of Lavenderfield and Crookedfall of Cloudclan. Brother to Forestcreek, ..., and ... Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Treeheart. ||
... || Tom. || Son of Lavenderfield and Crookedfall of Cloudclan. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Rowansky. ||
... || She-cat. || Daughter of Lavenderfield and Crookedfall of Cloudclan. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Rowansky. ||
Firekit(Fireglow)- white-based Traditional Inker with bright dark red, bright orange and faint yellow all over him and sharp green eyes. || Son of Redinferno and Kestrelberry of Cloudclan. Brother to Sunheart and Burningquill. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || cowbird. ||
Sunkit(Sunheart)- bright ginger tom with darker legs and ears with pale yellow eyes. || Son of Redinferno and Kestrelberry of Cloudclan. Brother to Fireglow and Burningquill. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || cowbird. ||
-Burningkit(Burningquill)- His base is a pale cream, and his Inking is dark red, bright red, and light tan. It covers most of his body, other than his dark tan face, paws, and tail. Along with the tortie-like patches of gold that stand out against the Ink. His form is slim, though his ears are visibly big for his head. His eyes are a deep, berry blue, with amber specks in the left about the iris. || Son of Redinferno and Kestrelberry of Cloudclan. Brother to Fireglow and Sunheart. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Treeheart. ||
~Pebblekit(Pebblefrost)- a perfect blend of both of her parents, Pebblefrost is plagued constantly by her beginning. She wasn't yet born when her father, Gravelhail, died in a trial by combat for the lives of her and her sister. She has heard the stories her entire life of the fight and how his death shook Inkclan to its core. She tries desperately to remove her own identity from what- and who she is- but it isn't easy when others are so quick to remind you. She never quite felt at home in Inkclan but having her mother certainly helps. Everyone was in shock when Eclipseheart left Cloudclan to join Inkclan for the sake and loss of Gravelhail, but she couldn't stand to keep the kits he died for in a clan away from the history of their father. Pebblefrost tries her best for her clan but she never has felt like she's belonged. She is a pretty thing with coloration from both of her parents. She has a partial lynx build but is more slender. Her base pelt is a snowy white and she has gray toes on all four of her feet, gray ears, and the end of her bobbed tail is also gray. She is covered in lavender-silver-toned markings and her nose and paw-pads are also deep gray. Her irises are a dreamy yellow color and she has long, white whiskers. Pebblefrost is very close to her father's kin and shares a deep love for her uncle, Rubblefall- his twin. She is plagued by nightmares and anxiety and struggles more than most to find peace with herself... and her history. || Daughter of Gravelhail and Eclipseheart of Cloudclan. Sister to Dustbunny. || Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Goldenstar. ||
~Dustkit(Dustbunny)- a perfect blend of both of her parents, Dustbunny is plagued constantly by her beginning. She wasn't yet born when her father, Gravelhail, died in a trial by combat for the lives of her and her sister. She has heard the stories her entire life of the fight and how his death shook Inkclan to its core. She tries desperately to remove her own identity from what- and who she is- but it isn't easy when others are so quick to remind you. She never quite felt at home in Inkclan but having her mother certainly helps. Everyone was in shock when Eclipseheart left Cloudclan to join Inkclan for the sake and loss of Gravelhail, but she couldn't stand to keep the kits he died for in a clan away from the history of their father. Dustbunny- or just Bunny- tries her best for her clan but she never has felt like she's belonged. She is a pretty thing with coloration from both of her parents. She has a partial lynx build but is more slender. Her base pelt is a rich, creamy tan and she has a more hazelnut color on her rump, neck, throat, and the crest of her head. She also has white hind feet, white toes, tail, ears, and chin. There are white spots on her hips, shoulders, and flecked across her face. She has hazelnut colored ear-tufts and beautiful pale blue eyes that shift between green, gray, and azure. Bunny is a bit more chipper than her sister but plays the stronger of the two in an attempt to keep her family- Eclipseheart and Pebblefrost- afloat. She is very close to her father's kin and shares a deep love for her uncle, Rubblefall- his twin. Dustbunny is known for the skip in her step and the sing-song quality she often has in her voice. She loves her sister dearly... but is constantly worried for her. She is her best friend after all. || Daughter of Gravelhail and Eclipseheart of Cloudclan. Sister to Pebblefrost. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Goldenstar. ||
... || She-cat. || Daughter of Riverbandit and Blackdiamond of Cloudclan. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Nightmarequeen. ||
... || She-cat. || Daughter of Riverbandit and Blackdiamond of Cloudclan. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Nightmarequeen. ||
... || She-cat. || Daughter of Riverbandit and Blackdiamond of Cloudclan. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Rowansky. ||
... || Tom. || Son of Riverbandit and Blackdiamond of Cloudclan. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Rowansky. ||
~Cardinalkit(Cardinalfleece/Cardi)- fluffy cream colored she-at with a black tail, black paws, black splotches, and a black face. Cream tipped tail and a cherry red fleece around her throat and on her cheeks. Stunning ember eyes. || Daughter of Pineblade and Redthorn of Cloudclan. Sister to Russetpatch and Poppylace. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Goldenstar. ||
Russetkit(Russetpatch)- dark, reddish-brown she-cat with yellow eyes. || Daughter of Pineblade and Redthorn of Cloudclan. Sister to Cardinalfleece and Poppylace. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || cowbird. ||
Poppykit (Poppylace)- white she-cat with tortoiseshell patches and green eyes. || She-cat. || Daughter of Pineblade and Redthorn of Cloudclan. Sister to Cardinalfleece and Poppylace. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || cowbird. ||
Rustkit(Rusthaze) - Fairly big, with broad shoulders and a thick build. His fur is thick, slightly curled, and a dark amber color, with dark brown undershading and white paws. His big eyes had clear heterochromia. His left eye is his sire's dark amber, and his right eye is his mother's mossy green. || Son of Oakstomp and Ambermoss of Cloudclan. Brother to... Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Treeheart. ||
... || She-cat. || Son of Oakstomp and Ambermoss of Cloudclan. Sister to Rusthaze. Born from the Breeding Bonds. || Rowansky. ||
~Flamekit(Flamepetal)- ... || Joystar and Falconswoop's daughter. Littermate of Cometshine and Lilyburst. Younger sister to... || Goldenstar. ||
~Lilykit(Lilyburst)- ... || Joystar and Falconswoop's daughter. Littermate of Flamepetal and Cometshine. Younger sister to... || Goldenstar. ||
~Cometkit(Cometshine)- pretty yellow she-cat with white underlays, orange and pink Inking, and white spots. Gem green eyes. || Joystar and Falconswoop's daughter. Littermate of Flamepetal and Lilyburst. Younger sister to... || Goldenstar. ||
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Post by GryffinCry on Jul 20, 2020 18:38:33 GMT -5
Hellllllll yeah babe
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Post by Treeheart on Jul 20, 2020 18:42:56 GMT -5
Round of applause for our Mother and Father here 👏👏👏
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Post by Goldenstar on Jul 20, 2020 18:57:21 GMT -5
(Listen. Rowan saved my ass by helping me copy-paste all the information from the front pages or we'd be lost. xD)
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Post by Treeheart on Jul 20, 2020 18:59:07 GMT -5
(So... anyone remember where we left off, or should we all do a little time skip so all our individual threads are caught up?)
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