LEADERS
| Nightstar | Cinnamondust |
| July 2011 - Septempber 2011 |
Silent and swift, Nightshimmer is a stunning black tom. His eyes are a brilliant golden colour, and shimmer with knowledge. His fur is medium length, and very well kept. He was born as a loner called Night, along with his sister, Shimmer. Their mother died at birth, leaving the two kits to fend for themselves. A kittypet called Chai looked after them until they were 5 moons old, when the two young cats left in search of a new life. They had heard stories of the Wild Cats, and set off to find them. When they were around 6 moons old, a fox attacked them. Shimmer was killed in the battle, and Night broke his paw. He traveled for another few days until he came across the den of a Rouge called Moonbeam. Moonbeam claimed she knew where the Clans were, and took him there. He later joined SunClan, and the Medicine Cat healed his paw. When he got his Warrior name, he was called Nightshimmer in honor of his sister. He is now completely loyal to SunClan. He respects every cats opinions. He tries not to be bossy, and doesn't have a short temper. He is a brilliant fighter, the first moons of his life were tough and he fought a lot. He is a skilled hunter, and tries his hardest to feed the Clan. He is a fast runner, making it easy for him to dash across the moor. He has a scar on his paw from when he broke it as a young cat. He is in love with Eternalstar, the beautiful WinterClan leader. She is pregnant with his kits.

| Silverstar | xxSerenity |
| September 2011 - May 2012 |
Silverwing is a medium sized she-cat with a slight form which is disguised by her long fur. She has a broad muzzle and ears which are lightly pointed at the tips. Her fur is long and messy; grooming it is one of Silverwing's least favourite tasks. Her fur is soft and fine, keeping out the bite of the leaf-bare wind when it's cold. Silverwing is silver with black tabby markings rippling through her pelt. Her eyes are glassy green with a hint of hazel at the rims of the irises, and can be almost hypnotic at times. Silverwing isn't the swiftest cats, impeded as she is by her long fur. It is in strategies she excels, for she is a cunning cat with a mind sharp as a claw. She isn't the co-deputy of her Clan for nothing - Silverwing is clever, taking pleasure in creating plans for more efficient hunting, training, and battle stratagems. But she isn't all cleverness and cunning - Silverwing is also a deeply loyal cat, who is very fond of her friends. She is fun to talk to, and is always cracking jokes to make other cats purr, and performing comical tricks for the amusement of her companions. It is easy to get along with this cat for she enjoys listening to other cats talk, listening to them speaking of the things they love. She is genuinely interested in other felines, how they think, what they do. Being a good listener is one of the things she is naturally adept at, as well as her mother training her to be as polite as she possibly could from kithood. That is not to say Silverwing is without faults - though she is usually mellow and mild-tempered, once something has made her angry, it takes a long, long time for her to calm down. She can stay upset about something for literally moons, brooding over it all day, wondering what she could have done to make things different. When she is angry it is difficult for her to control her tongue, and in the past she has hurt cats she cared for with sharp, sarcastic things she never meant to say. Though her rage is terrible, lasts for some time, and poisons her thoughts, she cannot stay angry or bitter at anyone for too long. Silverwing regrets some things she did bitterly. She is trying to learn to keep her temper, to stop herself exploding, but there will always be some, uncontrollable, part of her that will rise at a jibe. Nowadays she tries to clamp her jaws shut to stop herself speaking harshly, but even that doesn't work too well. Silverwing was the only kit in her litter, so her mother and father were very protective for her, and hoped for a great future for their beloved daughter. They taught her to be polite to cats, to offer to do tasks, to stand back and let other cats pass. She loved her parents, and when they passed away, a moon after her receiving her warrior name, she was inconsolable. But soon she learned how to deal with the pain, and though she thinks of them all the time, she is no longer depressed. Silverwing worked hard at becoming a good warrior, training endlessly as an apprentice, annoying her mentor beyond belief. She already had had her heart set upon becoming deputy, and ambition made her heart beat faster as she looked at the leaders of The Clans at every Gathering. When she finally became a warrior, Silverwing was overjoyed. She received her first apprentice quite soon after she received her name, and trained him hard to become a warrior. When Silverwing was chosen as the co-deputy of the Cla, there were some mutterings about this; there were older, more experienced warriors who could have taken the job, but all in all she was a popular choice. Silverwing was delirious with joy - this was what she had worked at all her life, and she had finally achieved her goal! She could hardly stop thanking the leader. It has not been long since she became a co-deputy, and though it is hard at times, and she goes to sleep at moonrise only to wake just before dawn, she loves being co-deputy of SunClan. There is no better way for her to serve her Clan than help run it. One may ask: does this cat who focused her life on becoming deputy of her Clan have any hopes for kits of her own? If you asked Silverwing this, she would shrug and laugh. In truth, she hasn't ever considered having kits of her own. She's always put her Clan first, with no thoughts of even a mate. Silverwing is 20 moons old, has no mate or crush, and no living kin.

| Mudstar | Catlover1023 |
| May 2012 October 2012 |
A black and brown tom with white paws and ear tips and glowing blue eyes. He is quiet and shy to those he doesn't know, but if you are is friend or part of his family, then he as bouncy as a bee and plays like a kit. He loves to have fun and play but he can't help it that he gets a little shy around others. He has one sister, Magicsong, who was named Magic as a loner by their mother and father and he was named Night. They lived together with their parents for a while until on their third moon. Their mother and father said they were going hunting and for them not leave the den. So they sat there for the whole, waiting for food until their growling bellies got the best of them. Night and Magic went out to find them and found out from someone who was watching nearby named Splashstem that while they were hunting, they began to argue and then their mother had turned away from his father, and he killed their mother in anger and cold blood. Mudnight hates his father to this day and won't rest until he knows how it feels to lose someone that you actually love. He loves to play, talk, swim, climb, run and his sister. He hates battling, even though he loves the rush feeling in it, hunting at night and his father. He does want to meet that special someone. He doesn't mind kits so it would be up to his mate if she wanted some or not.

| Owlstar | Ashenfate |
| October 2012 - November 2012 |
Pain and beauty all mingled into one cat. This long haired calico she-cat has been through much hardship and pain throughout her life. Owl was born a loner, her mother took care of her until she became the age of apprentice, then was told it was her turn to go out into the cruel world alone. Scared, Owl did so, but soon she stumbled across a strikingly handsome tom. The large eyed she-cat instantly fell in love with him, and soon found out she was expecting his kits. Happily she announced it to him, and he left her without much care after that. With a broken heart, the heavily pregnant she-cat went on her way, alone in the world once more. Her hopes had vanished, and it was growing harder and harder to take care of herself and the kits growing inside her. Her stomach was rounding even more, and she was growing weaker. One late night, there was no moon shining, she gave birth to three healthy, and beautiful kits. Owl became rather attached to them, as they were the only thing she had left to love. Though, not very soon after they had opened her eyes, she was asleep one day, far too weak to stay awake at the time, her kittens had wondered off. They perished by a badger, and Owl never forgave herself. Some how she managed to get through it and still live, and she came across AshClan. The clan gladly took her in, and let her stay with the other kits of the clan who needed the she-cat's milk, as she was a cat who could no longer give the milk her body produced to her own kits. Owl grieved in the clan's nursery for a very long time, then one day she was out in the forest, brooding in her thoughts. Rogue cats attacked her, but there was a cat there to save her. Mudstar saved her, and that was the day she also fell in love once more. It became a forbidden love. Owl began to see the leader in secret, and with each day she fell even further for the tom. Finally, one day she confessed her love, and her heart then swelled with so much love, because he then confessed his for her as well. Owl then had to made the decision to leave AshClan, and the kits that she was taking care of. Sadly, she left Blissfulpayne, a young blind she-cat, and her kittens. Owl felt bad for this choice, but she had to be where she knew she would belong. She told Embracestar that she was leaving, and the leader grew angry with her. Sadened, Owl fled from the clan, and came to SunClan, where Mudstar welcomed her with a warm heart. That was the day she told him she was expecting kits, and they both seemed to swell with even more love for each other.

| Ravenstar | Black♠Veil |
| November 2012 - May 2013 |
This brownish red tom isn’t just a normal cat. Let’s just say, he has a superpower. You look into his dark brown eyes and feel like he knows everything about you. Ravenfragment can tell when any cat is lying; whether the cat is young or not. His father passed on this special trick to him. He knows by looking at the cat’s body language, following his or her eyes… by listening to the way they speak. He isn’t intimidating, he is just very clear on situations. The Clan usually uses him when they have cats taken in for trespassing or prey theft. Think of him as an interrogator. He is strong and keen, but warm and compassionate for others going through hardships. He understands. Ravenfragment may be a young Warrior, but he was in love once. He was in love with the sweetest butterfly of them all. Her eyes locked with his, she was honest, sweet and they trusted each other. This was when he was an apprentice, of course. Her name? Butterflypaw. Why do you think he called her Butterfly? Why does he understand the pain of others? Because, one day, Butterflypaw and Ravenpaw were meeting at their usual spot, under a willow tree, just out of Clan territory. She had told him that she had something extremely important to tell him. So they met. She seemed scared, frightened, actually. He comforted her, told her that it was okay. He said, “If you’re ever scared, just fly away… just fly away,” he said they as she buried her muzzle into his pelt. She blinked away her tears, sat up and told him something that he was shocked to hear. She told him she was pregnant with his kits. They were just apprentices! He couldn’t be a father. He was shocked, scared and felt slightly sick. So there, under that willow tree, they shared the biggest silence ever. They walked home together, he was still silent, though it was started to sink in. They went into the Apprentice den and slept. But he couldn’t sleep. In the middle of the night, he got up, went to her nest where she rested silently, and woke her. He promised her, that he would be the father they needed. He said no matter what happened, that he would die before harm came to her or the kits. Then he curled up next to her, and felt the small kicks of his kits through her pelt. They smiled all night, talking about names, guessing what they would look like. This felt like family to him… Then the worst day came… the day of the flood. Butterflypaw was getting closer to kitting. Ravenpaw was out hunting. He had almost caught a vole when he felt an extreme rumble below. He knocked him down. He was scared now, more scared than ever. He looked towards the river and there came this crashing wave, threatening everything in its path. He was stiff for a moment. Then he shook his head and darted towards camp, warning those who he passed. Butterlfypaw was in the Apprentice den, mossing her nest. He came bursting through the entrance, the wave only a few foxlengths behind him. He trip a few times, but refused to fall. Not now, not here. He burst into the Apprentice den and warned Butterflypaw. Her eyes were wide with terror… She wasn’t fast enough to make it out. He said he would carry her, but she refused, “It’s useless… I am too slow,” then tears started spilling down her cheeks, “my kits and I are going to die here…” No. He wouldn’t believe that. Tears started to streak his face. “No, no you won’t, come on! We have to get out!!” He yowled in a hoarse, tear filled voice. She wouldn’t listen though. Her eyes glazed over and she walked back to her nest, lying down. She began to groom herself. He watched in horror, what was happening? His promise… his promise would be broken. No. No, it wouldn’t. He sat down next to her and laid his head on hers. He put his paw over her stomach. The kits, rumbled, they were scared. He shut his eyes… just then; the water began to break into the den. He didn’t open his eyes, he only cried. Butterflypaw kept whispering to him. “When you’re scared, just fly away… just fly away…” This made him weep even more. The water poured into the nest, covering everything. His heart leapt, feeling terrified… just as his mind cleared, he felt as if he was getting pulled away from Butterflypaw. His eyes shot open. The water was carrying him away from her warmth. She didn’t open her eyes, she looked as if she was resting peacefully. He yowled, crying and trying to tear away from the current, but to no avail. The water carried him out of the den, he watched her get completely covered by the water… it was too much, watching his eternal love die with his kits inside of her. His heart shattered into billions of pieces… he couldn’t do it… his energy had been stripped from his body. He went limp and went under the water, not having the strength to pull himself back up to the surface. Everything went black and he was gone… or at least that’s what he hoped… next thing he knows, he is waking up on the moor. His body becoming dry from the heat of the sun above. He opens his eyes; stranded. He had no idea where the water took him, or better yet, why he was still alive. He pulls himself up, licking away drops of blood trickling from his muzzle. He walks warily, for hours. He finally stumbles upon what looks like a Clan border, SunClan, as he smells. He comes in, asking for refuge into the Clan. He tells them what happened, who he is. They are shocked by his story but most of all, the fact that he survived. They welcome him in, give him shelter and treat him with compassion and the warmth that was necessary. He was made a Warrior there, receiving the name Ravenfragment. Fragment, meaning that he was once a whole, but he was broken into fragments… That pretty much described his life so far. He was a noble Warrior, trusted by his Clan mates. The Leader admired him, so when the time came, Ravenfragment was made Deputy of SunClan. He was honored, and everyone was happy he was chosen. Now in present time, Ravenfragment still leads beside his Leader, Owlstar. At night, he dreams about Butterflypaw. He had named her Butterflysoul, for her soul still flies above his head… drifting in the wind, her colors reflecting in the sun. Ravenfragment can’t let her go… He can’t release his butterfly…

| Mudstar | Catlover1023 |
| May 2013 - December 2013 |
The most wicked of actions can create insanity for the already broken. Once broken, always broken. Once you break, you can only use bandaids, stitches, anything to try and put it back together but it will always leave a scar. Once a lovely tom that was carefree and almost impossible to put down, Mudnight has lost all of his own sanity because of the most wicked of actions. Not one of a clan, a loner born on the outskirts of the clans with a sister, Magicsong. He was the spitting image of his father, a black and brown tabby tom with a white muzzle and tail tip and turquiose eyes that always had light of happiness in them. Nothing could bring him down. Not his sister's petty attempts to get them in trouble, or the dangers that lurked outside of his home all the time. Not once did he think that the real danger would be within his den, just a nest away. He never doubted that his parents were deeply in love until they didn't return on a fatefal daybreak. Then his fears and doubts erupted and shook him up. He hoped and hoped that they would come back, but his hopes were dashed in a matter of hours as a mysterious tom showed up and started explaining to the old kits why their parents were no longer here. Their love had been rocked a while ago and it seemed like their father had enough and went to murder. Their mother died with a flash of claws and their father, lost in rage and grief, left her there to bleed out her life. The loner cat and his remaining family agreed that this cat wasn't one to be trusted, as he had just let their mother die rather than help her. They left their home behind, searching and searching for any kind of civilization of cats anywhere. It seemed like Mudnight's sister knew exactly where she was going to find these cats while Mudnight searched on. He found what he was looking for just a little bit after his sister. SummerClan was like paradise, with warmth and friendly cats, but friendly was underestimating it too much. While on his way towards SummerClan, he had found love but was cut short as his mate died in birth, along with all of their kits. Now he was in SummerClan with yet another love with him. Lunarmoon seemed great and everything, but again, love didn't seem meant for the two as she also died in birth along with three of their four kits. His only surviving kit was a tom named Snakekit, who loathed his father. Nothing was left for him in SummerClan, so he hunted for a she-cat named Magicsong and found her in SunClan. Mudnight couldn't believe that he had strolled right on by SunClan. He loved it from the very start. He was a quiet tom at first, just spending time with his sister and his new nephew, Stormpaw. Then, he grew to be louder and more outgoing, ganging friends easily with his personality and looks. His sister had another kit, Snowflakekit, Mudnight's new niece. He and Stormmist celebrated this with joyous playing with the kit and fun times everywhere. Then, Mudnight was made co-deputy. It was a great honor and he loved having a high rank in the clan. His happiness wasn't long lasting though. Stormmist mysteriously vanished from SunClan, and his sister, Snowflakelight, died in birth of her mate's kits. But Magicsong had one more little trick for her brother. She gave birth to 5 kits, only 1 of which that survived, Sunlightkit. Mudnight was happy but was also grieving the loss of Magicsong's other kits. Before Sunlightkit was born though, Mudnight had a been made deputy after their deputy vanished as well. He developed a crush on his leader, Silverstar, but he couldn't seem to catch a break with the she-cats. A tom had come to the clan with name Goldenclaw and was planning to take over. He invited all of his outsider buddies to come and attack the clan so that he could kill Mudnight and Silverstar to take over. But during that battle, Silverstar had been killed by two of Goldenclaw's followers. Mudnight's heart was stomped into even littler pieces after she died and almost killed Goldenclaw because of it. Then Mudnight became Mudstar. The honor was great, but nothing with Mudnight stays sweet for long. He started to notice his clan was getting smaller and knew that kits had to be born. His sister said that she didn't want anymore and most of the she-cats in the clan were young warriors just starting out their lives. Mudstar was under immense pressure that was only relieved by the finding of his soulmate, Owlhoot. This AshClan she-cat had been chased into SunClan by rouges under the moonlight, and Mudstar set out to stop this havoc from reaching his camp. He never knew that by saving this she-cat would he find the one meant for him. He saw this small beautiful calico's fur streaking through his forest, the moon giving her pelt a glow that captivated him. Her striking green eyes were wide with panic and it tore him up inside to know that someone was causing her pain. He got rid of the rouges and he and Owlhoot started talking. They both knew from the first moment that they were meant to be. They met again, and Mudstar couldn't control his wound up feelings for her any longer and told her how he felt. It seemed like their little love was mutual and would blossom farther. One problem, though. He was the leader of SunClan and had fallen in love with an AshClan she-cat. But that problem was quickly resolved with Owlhoot was brought to him, saying she was expecting his kits and wanted to be together with him in SunClan. It was obvious to everyone in his clan that Mudstar was finally healing after all the turmoil that had happened to him. Their kits were born, along with Sunlightpaw growing up, and it was one big happy family. Then everything went bleak again. At his childrens' apprentice ceremony and Sunlightpaw's warrior ceremony, his sister died, along with one of his daughter, Shiningkit. It took much of his strength to name his niece; Sunlightbeauty and his remaining kits; Sunpaw and Foxpaw. Then he stepped down. Mudstar was slipping again. He became Mudnight again, but still had his nine lives intact. This would prove fateful for his mate, who was now Owlstar. Owlstar and him agreed no more kits. They told each other everything, or at least he thought that. Mudnight had regained his position as co-deputy, under Ravenfragment, who seemed to be having a thing with his niece, Sunlightbeauty. One day, while Owlstar was out patrolling her territory, a vengeful tom named Swiftstrike swooped in and delivered the killing blow. Owlstar's howls of pain and agony were heard back at camp and Mudnight, Ravenfragment, Dreamweaver, the medicine cat, a warrior named Ottershade, Foxface, Sunblaze, Echochirp, a she-cat that Owlstar had found and adopted, and Luminosityshimmer, a she-cat that Mudnight had found while he was still leader, came along as they raced to their leader. They got there just in time for Mudnight and Foxface to chase Swiftstrike to a border. While they had been gone, Echochirp, Luminosityshimmer, and Sunblaze had broken down at the site of their dying mother. The father and daughter returned to find the three crying and Dreamweaver ordering Ottershade, Ravenfragment, and Sunblaze to fetch what they could. Mudnight was helpless as he lied next to his mate, staring into each other's eyes. Dreamweaver had told him she hadn't recieved any lives, so she wouldn't be coming back to life. Mudnight couldn't believe it. He slowly slipped away and told everyone to stop. Owlstar was begging him to end her pain and the herbs and such were only prolonging her pain. Mudnight ended Owlstar's life himself, his hate for Swifstrike burning with more fury and everything that he had pented up inside of him. Ravenfragment was now Ravenstar, Mudnight became deputy, and Ottershade was co-deputy. The new leaders' of SunClan couldn't have told that this was only just the beginning of a huge storm. The pain multiplied greatly when Swifstrike kidnapped Foxface and impregnated her. Swiftstrike told him all of this when they met up in the territory and had a fight. He also told Mudnight that Owlstar was keeping secrets from him, like the fact that she only had one life and that kits were being created inside of her. Mudnight's slipping was coming a much faster pace now. His name was one that spoken through all of the territories because they knew of how his life has been and it was only getting worse. He could only watch as his adopted daughters began to lose their minds because of losing their mother, and as Sunlightbeauty and Ravenstar blossomed with a relationship and as Sunblaze, his remaining blood kit, moved on and found a mate in Gravitysoul and had kits. Mudnight tried his hardest to be happy, but he was never one meant to be happy. Sunlightbeauty ended up having a kit, Brokenkit. Mudnight's grand-nephew seemed like a good sign until his life was so painfully ripped away from him by his true father, Scar, Sunlightbeauty's ex-mate. Then he finds out that one of his granddaughters, Peanutkit, was blind and would probably not a have a future as a warrior in SunClan. Everything in Mudnight life was burning out, but he still has nine lifetimes to live. He dreads the day when Foxface might return with Swifstrike's evil offspring and also his grandkits. He also dreads when Swifstrike will finally make his final strike on SunClan. Insanity is the path that Mudnight is headed down and there is a very slim chance of him making it back. A light at the end of the tunnel is a long ways away. The only thing Mudnight looks forward to know is to having his family back together and somewhat happy OR the day when all of his nine lives are gone and he can join his beloved up in the stars. Why would one who was so happy be so deeply punished? Losing almost all of his family, Mudnight only sits alone on a dying field where depression grows and insanity blooms.

| Aspenstar | Newyorkhaze |
| December 2013 - March 2014 |
Aspenstar is a tall, long-legged, ruddy Abyssinian tom with gold-yellow eyes. He is strong and muscular, though due to his breed's natural tendency to be quite lean, most would consider him more wiry than burly. His ears are large in size, and his nose is an unusual peach-orange color. Dark tabby ticks cover the base of his forehead and trace the slight wrinkles in his fur. Aspenstar's pelt is surprisingly silky to the touch and smooth, even after participating in a battle or a border fight. He is a short-hair domestic tom with lengthy white whiskers and medium-sized paws. Despite his soft fur, Aspenstar's paws are rough and calloused from moons of being a warrior. His eyes are sharp and intense in appearance; some refer to them as intimidating and full of passion, and many find the tom himself a little daunting. Aspenstar often stands rigid and erect, as if expecting an attack from an enemy at any moment. His eyes and ears are always alert for trouble, and sometimes you will be able to feel a bit of electric energy radiating off his body. Aspenstar's head is broad and his eyes are almond-shaped, and his tail is quite long as well. The SunClan leader is an ardent, fiery young tom with strong opinions and a quick temper. When he was an apprentice, his sharp tongue and headstrong demeanor used to get him in all kinds of trouble, though, recently, he has learned to tone it done a bit. However, other clans, as well members of his own, still tend to walk on eggshells around Aspenstar when he's in a bad mood. To the surprise of most cats, the young tom can be quite patient at times and loves to mentor apprentices, though only if they are well-behaved and hardworking pupils. Aspenstar, himself, is a very hardworking, loyal cat with a strong set of morals that he strictly follows. He does not expect everyone to believe the way he does, but he demands that everyone respects them. In return, Aspenstar tries his best to respect other cats' opinions, though he often finds this hard to do, since he has a tendency to believe his only his views are correct. Aspenstar follows the warrior code, but isn't afraid to challenge the laws of the forest if it's for a good cause. He strongly believes in a forever-lasting mateship and condones having kits outside of 'wed-lock', as his mother and father were not mates when they had him and his two siblings. Aspenstar dislikes arrogant cats, and as a warrior, was infamous for speaking out at gatherings and offering his two cents on a specific issue. He is quite intelligent and usually spends most of his days out hunting; training; or sitting in camp, pondering, or as some cats say, glowering at his paws in deep concentration. Despite his natural intimidating appearance, Aspenstar is a good cat overall, just not the most friendly or kind. No one would ever accuse him of having ambitious, self-serving intentions, and there are many in the forest who hold a deep respect for the tom, as he tries to only do what's best for his clan. When he and his siblings were eight moons, his father, Tallfeather, left the clan, leaving his party-animal mother, Flowerpool, to take care of Aspenstar and his littermates. Shortly after Tallfeather abandoned SunClan, Flowerpool ran off with a loner, and never once saw her kits again. Aspenstar, who never really though highly of his mother, was more angry than hurt at her disappearance. His siblings, Russetpaw and Fawnpaw, didn't appear to even care, as they were hardly ever in the nursery with Flowerpool anyways, except during the night. As Aspenstar worked hard during his training and developed a good work ethic, Russetpaw and Fawnpaw slacked off and hung out with the wrong crowd, elated by their new freedom. By the time the three had been given their warrior names--Aspenwren, Russetfang, and Fawnstep--Aspenstar had become a disciplined cat, while the other two had developed into untrustworthy, shifty felines. No longer feeling that he had to be associated with them, Aspenstar distanced himself as much as possible from Russetfang and Fawnstep, and what they represented. He did not want to be reminded of his parents' mistakes and his 'disgraceful' history by having any relations with his screwed up and rather cruel siblings.

| Fictionstar | Seamless |
| March 2014 - June 2014 |
Within the terms of unspoken truthful minority, for a rather feminine feline of pristine coating and delicate mannerisms, he withholds quite an odd, masculine calling, Fictionstar. The syllables alone sound exotic on his own tongue a title comfortable to the speaking appendage in the articulation yet utterly foreign in its authenticity. A name is your identity. It’s the surface of who you really are the first thing said to encountering a stranger. So what if your own calling causing confusion to yourself? Fictionstar’s pelt is comprised of a certain material that is dominantly compact bristles boasting a tone of flawless ebony like a mournful symphony played by cellos alongside the darkest lowest tear provoking instruments sounding smooth and flowing like glassy tears dripping down a porcelain cheek uninterrupted by any hints of a jaunty sounding staccato flute or any other color. The single tones ripple in the presence of movement yet some would be quick to categorize it as standard black yet through multiple angles, perspectives, and direction of the sun it emits a strange cerulean sheen highlighted as silver under the pallor of the moon. His fur is visibly textured like lace built from various heights less dense in some areas yet voluminating to an extremely compact arrangement in some quartiles of the body giving Fictionstar’s fur access to an assortment of coarseness to the feel. Fictionstar’s gracile form as well as stance end shortly near his neck for there, his features gradually begin to develop a more angular fashion. Out of par, the tom’s anatomy becomes deprived of its grace cultivating a more masculine ambience the slenderness of his bones morphing into acute sharp-corned lines in turn making his head appear heavier in comparison to his meager shape with a very defined chin, projecting cheek bones, and a flattened profile punctured by miscellaneous sharp facial characteristics providing an unparalleled visual that adds years to his age, judging by the eye. While relatively the same color, asymmetrical drive a space difference between the two more than the distance they share on Fictionstar’s facial features. One bauble is amber but not clearly distinguished as the shades but is golden, such accessory is far from the flat one-dimensional saffron it can easily be mistaken for. Layered in a array of shades darker in the center radiating from the inky dark iris and smoothing out to a pastel pale white incorporated cream, the tones merge into one another the strange yet somehow proportional spacing allowing the owner access and versatility in facial expressions, not that he puts anything other than a blank look to use. This canvas surface provides the perfect base and support for the two baubles traced in white. Two gems accent and adorn exterior coaxing out some expression from the stoney feline. His eyes also carry a sort of ambiguous intensity which are bottomless and opaque with glittering pupils which can easily frighten the onlooker as if through a hole they were peering into an abyss unable to tell whether they are looking in or viewing out a limpid screen encasing the portrait the colors of the spheres resting above his cheeks. Yet somewhere within his feather-weight cage of a body, something throbs within. With perfect posture and constellation of etched scars, it’s history of striving for that never achieved state of perfection in what section of the orange colored eyes, in which section of the heart, in that prison of a constricted chest where someone pulsated violently thrashing light by a single flame of mortal desire and has knowledge of only what Fictionstar knows. Paired with the cynical sense, his true intentions are not to be sarcastic for it is instead how he chooses to express his humor or rather his lack for it. His clanmates in Fictionstar’s mind’s eye, degenerate torn apart by complexity and his social taste-buds are numb with the cheap politeness of those who no more than pity him. Despite his remote way of conducting himself, narrowed perspective and his abrasive nature, Fictionstar holds incredible brain capacity preserving even the slightest, most miniscule purposely disregarded of details that normal relative being would treat, when encountered, with sensitivity only relayed to as ignorance tactics remain to be meticulous stopping at nothing to bring a successful, desired conclusion despite the sacrifices or peril. The reason shrouded behind this is for the sake of those moments that can’t be forgotten, Fictionstar commits them all to memory as if they are all brisk nutrients to alleviate loneliness. Finds distaste in conceptual things, for he is a very factual being not exchanging his deepest secrets or easing into casualness during a conversation only offering his companion bargained for respect and a professional level of intimacy bringing upon his own flaw of solitude. To scrutinize any object, person, or situation beyond the bounds of his own short mind proves to be a challenge and is frequently inconsiderate of the thoughts, feelings, or opinions of others assuming that there is one technique, his own procedure, to solve or put into use in an event. Now this may not be mistaken for vindictive manipulation but honestly, his ulterior motives are not to bring the feeble minding to his bidding but instead, they are to mask his insecurities and for fear of implementing something wrong but, Fictionstar is in possession of boundless charisma only utilizing very rarely not enough so that others take note of it but his detachment to felines forges no emotional bonds rendering the feline nothing left to lose putting the goodwill of his clan first doing whatever it takes to execute something accurately. Fictionstar may not have much to boast of in terms of the counting year of his existence yet his wisdom and experience may have his soul labeled as ancient the thoughts of his mind absolutely in no way parallel to his youthful, unseasoned exterior. In his mind the right fake personality to suit the occasions leaves less of a margin for errors. Living in a fabricated residence where dreams, memories and reality all disconnect, Fictionstar pities those who believe that if they keep writing, the story will never end, if you persist on paving obliviously, the fissure will mend paws rooted to the ground, mind soaring between puffs of white. Musing revels bring him back to the times where life could have it's fairytale endings and elation wasn't an absurd figment of the imagination but was a highly attainable mutual dream shared by millions. Ultimately, no one has in possession to the key that unlock their inner self and personality or a map detailing where they stand on this earth. Everyone is nothing more than an insignificant being unable to raise their hand and answer a maddeningly never ending inquiry.

| Bluestar | Secretkit |
| June 2014 - August 2014 |
"It's empty in the valley of your heart, the sun it rises slowly as you walk away from all the fears and all the faults you've left behind." She's hauntingly beautiful, the epitome of mingled strategy with wisdom and the image of perfection when it comes to brilliance, charm, and skill. Soft and glowing with the milky dulcet moan of a pale moonlight sheen upon her fluffy and velveteen blue-gray fur, Bluerose's pelt ripples down and over her shoulders, sloping down her hips and shoulders to where the fur matts at the very tip of her pert, well groomed paws. Several lighter particles of colour freckle her countenance and belly, only to be viewed in the summer when the sun brings out her thinner and lighter form of pelt. Slender and willowy but slightly pudgy at the present moment, she is a superb stalker and can creep through fairly small spaces, unlike the hulking forms that are her brothers. She is a well developed and round character, with no obvious physical flaws, though you may be able to find some in her soul, looking through her dark navy blue eyes to where in her heart she hides a gem of carefully concealed love - love for a tom with whom she thinks she will never be together. Within battle, the whirl of vivid fur and sharp glittering fangs is her trademark, and she will fight as hard as she possibly can to take care of her Clan and her littermates Brambletooth, Blackbear, and Boulderstrike. Though she loves her littermates very much, the feeling of abandonment stemming from when their mother left them upon the borders of SunClan still burns and washes over her as though a flood of claws and bones whens she sleeps during the night. Kindness is her weapon, and nightmares are her fear. As the solid cloak of black night begins to creep up across the horizon and blanket the forest, Bluerose lies within her nest at night alone and shivers to herself sleeplessly, only hoping for the sun to rise as soon as possible so that she can stop huddling cold within her mossy bed and hunt for prey in a place where she is not quite along as she is here. Do not underestimate the true power of Bluerose, for without her spiky aptitude to find the weak spots of those against whom she fights in battle, some parts of SunClan territory might not be there at all or even part of the forest. Sometimes she has rough relationships with cats because she doesn't want to hurt them or her littermates in whatever conflicts they may go through, but in the end she can be found - for the majority of the time - as the victorious one.

| Pyrestar | Obliviate |
| August 2014 - September 2014 |
As a phoenix rises from the ashes, Pyrefeather's story originates from a forest fire. The separation of his family due to an uncontrolled fire gives him his name; he keeps it to remember why he's living, and the things he must never forget. Even after the tragedy, this dark-grey tom does not let the bitterness take hold of him. In fact, it's made him more wary, more afraid, and more reckless in a sense. He willingly dives into danger to help others, and he often gets in trouble for being too headstrong and too quick to move into battle. His large size and fluffy fur may create an impression of a large, towering, oppressive character, but he is far from it. In fact, he's often seen lazing around the camp, making jokes and teasing the others in a good-mannered sort of way. His amber eyes are lit with a fire of passion and a welcoming warmth. He rarely speaks how he feels, and hides his emotions from others, afraid that it will make him vulnerable. Alas, this makes him prone to miscommunication and undertones of hostility. A decent fighter and decent hunter, he makes do with what he has, and his main goal in life is to protect the ones he loves.

| Dustystar | Whitemuzzle |
| September 2014 - November 2014 |
My name is Dustystar, formerly known as Dustypath. I got my name from my gray tabby coat. As you can see though, the gray blends and then turns to a creamy gray as my fur approaches my feet. Also there's cream colored fur around my green-gold eyes. I grew up here in SunClan, my parents having gone to StarClan a few seasons ago. I have two brothers and one sister from another litter, me being the eldest since I came from a previous kitting. Some cats think I'm bossy and want my way all the time but I don't see it like that. What they're seeing are my leadership skills. When StarClan came to me and requested that I fill in for Ratfang awhile, I was so pleased! It was about time someone noticed my inborn skills. StarClan never told me why they wanted to do this, so I just shrugged my shoulders. Who really cares why anyway? I'm the leader now and that's what matters. What concerns me more was the fact that I was only given one extra life. Maybe later they'll give me the other eight. But don't tell any cat I told you that! I want everyone to think I have all nine

|Ratstar | Mooncoat |
| November 2014 - January 2015 |
A disgruntled looking tom with a mottled, patched pelt of dirty-looking greys and blacks. His left ear is torn to shreds after an ambush by a large group of rats as an apprentice, hence his name. With a long snout and crooked whiskers, his fierce expression is accentuated by his cold dark grey eyes. Ratfang often stays away from others due to his unsightly appearance, and he tends to keep to himself aside from the occasional rounds when on patrol with others. Although, craving company, he is often seen fooling around with the kits who have little regard for his frightful stature. He is a fiercely loyal tom who battles with his all when the times call for it. He has often proved his valour when defending the clan against rogue attackers and the occasional badger intrusion. He enjoys lounging in the sunlight and despite how little he gets the chance at conversation, he loves to talk. Ratfang is a tad shy, yet he is quite the listener and often offers his shoulder to comfort those in need. He hopes to one day be able to train a capable apprentice in the ways of a warrior, despite not believing in StarClan.

|Skystar | Featherhears |
| January 2015 - May 2015 |
"Yes, I use to be a kittypet... What does that have to do with anything? I can assure you my kittypet roots do not affect me now in any way. I am a faithful and loyal member of Sunclan and I serve my clan just like any other cat. If you are thinking I am not loyal or soft like a kittypet, I warn you.... Don't." Skyfeather is a cream colored she-cat with darker gray lynx points. The prefix Sky was given to her to represent the sky blue eyes she has. It was also her kittypet name. The suffix feather was given to her to represent her long bushy feather-like tail. Skyfeather has medium length hair which sticks out at all angles and lays flat on her back. As a young cat she lived in a twolegs nest and was their 'pet'. One night the she-cat slipped outside and ventured deep into the woods outside of her twolegs nest. Skyfeather knew from that moment on that she was meant to be there. After a moon of searching the woods she came across Sunclan and stayed. She never once looked back on her kittypet life. Her once beautiful pelt is now marked with the scars of being a warrior. Her stories of herwarrior life are really something.Her kind eyes are blue like the sky in summer but those same blue eyes can be harsh and cruel. Skyfeather is normally a sweet and kind cat but when provoked she can turn into an angry and malicious one.She has aremarkable since of pridewhich hasgotten this she-cat into a lot of trouble. None-the-less Skyfeather is a natural born leaderwith the desire todo the best for her clan, and herself.Snowfeather and Fallingrain are her half siblingsand while she claims to have a matethe name of thistom is unknown.

| Lilystar | ashestoashes |
| May 2015 - October 2015 |
Fur as white as snow with gray patches splattered against her body and eyes as blue as an ocean in the sunlight, this she cat is all mystery. Though its easy enough to see her emotion through her eyes, that about the only thing simple about her. No one knows her backstory before the clan, only telling cats her name was Lily and she was alone. Maybe she had some sort of traumatic experience, or perhaps she doesn't remember. either way it is impossible to tell how her life was like before. It seems she is happier living in the clan, being nice to all cats and even motherly towards the youngsters. She is a beautiful cat that has a big heart , although isn't afraid to using her claws if she must. There is an air of clear respect for her, as well as peace helping to calm most cats. Her personality would probably be described as easygoing and happy go lucky, though does things her own way and doesn't care what others think of her. Her only flaws are that she is clumsy and doesn't take authority well at times. Treat her right and she will be as loyal as any cat can be.

|Tearystar | *Hollypaw* |
| October 2015 - February 2016 |
She has a slim figure, silver-and-black fur, and brilliant blue eyes. She has a scar running across her flank on her left side and right across one of her eyes. She is blind in one eye. Tearydrizzle's a fighter. She always has been. Her loyalty has never wavered, even for a moment. She doesn't see why cats fall in love with someone from another group. She's the product of two disloyal cats. Her mother was born into MoonClan, her father was a SunClan warrior. When she was a very young kit, her mother decided to give her to SunClan. Her sister stayed in MoonClan. She often felt bitter, growing up. Most would assume she wouldn't remember that day, being so young. But she did. She remembers the day her mother gave her up. She might not remember why she was chosen, but she remembers feeling lonely and crying. Originally her name had been Sunkit, but when that day it changed to Tearykit because she was crying for her mother to come back. When she was an apprentice, she got her first scar: a long, jagged, Line across her chest. She could've easily died, had the claws of the other cat gone any deeper. It took moons for her to recover. In the time she was recovering, she thought she'd want to become a medicine cat. Memorizing herbs cane naturally to her and she almost asked to change her mentor, so she could learn healing. However, when she was well enough and she was allowed outside of camp, she realized she wanted to be a warrior. It was her first battle, other than the one she got her scar in, that made her realize it. It took her a few moons longer than her denmates to become a warrior, but it was a great day when she finally earned her full name.A few moons after she'd been a warrior, she found out she was expecting kits. She felt joy, for the one cat whom she had loved, Seafur, was the father. Not long after the kits where born, a battle was taken to the camp. Primial Instinct had attacked, and taken over the camp. She lost half of her sight in that battle. Seafur lost his life. After they'd lost the battle, Rosedestiny (whom had been Medicine Cat, at the time) was killed in cold blood because she had stood up for herself and her clan. Acronflower, a young warrior, had gone over to the other side. In order to prove her loyalty to the group of killers, she had to kill. And it was one of her kits who had lost their life. She was devastated. By the time they where free'd from the rule of the Primial Insinct leader, all three of her kits where dead and she wouldn't have survived the greif, if her mate and kits hadn't told her she needed to live, for them.When she was made co-deputy she was still getting over her kits-- even if had been seasons prior. She eventually opened up to a tom, Imaginesky. Neither could admit they loved one another; eventually, though, they became mates. In the heat of the moment, this faithful she-cat cheated on him with Deal, Dealfinder of SunClan at the time. She had five kits: Rainsmear, Ivyfrost, Watermist, Daisykit, and Cloudkit. Her heart broke when she woke up one day and two of her kits where dead. Died in their sleep, not even a week old.

| Tempeststar | *Hollypw* |
|February 2016 - February 2016 |
Though young, Tempteststar seems to have a reputation. Born SunClan, though many different kinds of blood runs through her vains. Her father was Jazzysoul, her mother Frostfall. She heard stories of her grandmother, Musicalstar of WaterClan who had vanished moons before she was born, yet only a half moon after her half siblings where born. Raised by her uncle, she grew with a sense of loyalty to her family, for when it boiled down to them or her, it was always them. It didn't stop her from being a moody apprentice. She resented her father for not being there, hated her mother for dying shortly after she and her two littermates where born. She snapped at Snowdrop whenever her sister started to pry where she wasn't wanted. It was only after they grew distant that she started to regret acting on her mood swigs. With eyes a vivid forest green that rarely show her true emotions. She has has ginger fur with white lines scattered throughout her pelt. However she grooms herself, the white always seems to be gathered on her hips. Though young, inexperienced, and having no leadership experience, StarClan chose her to be a leader after Tearystar vanished.

| Drizzlestar | Amberflame |
| February 2016 - July 2016 |
Soft, melodic pats fall to the dry, wanting dirt of the forest floor. The noise is soothing, and lulls all of nature to rest; a drizzle. It cares for the lacking streams and the growing plants, and creates an opportunity for a bit of fun for younger cats. Sometimes, though, a drizzle becomes a downpour--wind whips up, raindrops begin to pelt the earth mercilessly, washing away every scent, and every hint of predator and prey from the forest. Lightning strikes, and fires blaze with the intensity of the sun; thunder growls, and sends full-grown warriors whimpering to their dens. When you think about her, that's how Drizzlefire is. Her medium-length fur is patterned brown tabby, and her eyes are a striking green. She is a caring Clanmate, who would sacrifice anything for her fellow cats. However, Drizzlefire can have a temper, and though it flares occasionally when she is met with intense stress or misbehavior of her Clan, mostly it is the consequence of outsiders threatening her Clan. She becomes the roaring wind, the crackling lightning, the rumbling thunder, and she is unstoppable. Her fighting technique is superior and varied from her travels through different territories with different cats, so when she needs to pull a surprising move, she has plenty to choose from. She also has experience catching many different kinds of prey. Someday, Drizzlefire hopes to find a cat who loves her as much as she loves SunClan, and have some kits of her own, but until then, she'll be content with defending her Clan from anything and everything that becomes a threat.

| Timberstar | Baewolf |
| July 2016 - March 2017 |
One day she just appeared on the border of SunClan with nothing but a name, Timber. Not even a scent clung to her pelt besides leaves and windy air. This stark she-cat had no memories of where she came from or how she got to where she was, it was as if she had been asleep the entire time and she woke up when she stepped across the border. Since coming to SunClan she has taken her place among the warriors and proved her worth many times over. Her long legs and large ears make her a gifted hunter and quick on her paws. A thing of beauty, this she-cat is. Her pelt is dappled with fire and shadows, snowy white splitting down from her chin to her belly. Large green eyes hold high spots on her head, giving Timberfall a regal air about her. She's not one to start a fight, but she will finish one if she must. Nobel and loyal, there's nothing this she-cat wouldn't do for her Clan and the cats she loves. In fact, her loyalty and devotion was put to the test one day when she came face to face when Darklily, the former deputy and the murderer of Littlemoon, one of SunClans most beloved. Due to her quick thinking, the Clan was saved from being run by a blood thirsty tyrant who would have caused a holocaust of her own. May it be for better or for worse, Timberfall is now on the path of her name going down in SunClan history. Only time will tell what happens for the warrior.

|Starlingstar | Shipwr3ck |
| March 2017 - June 2017 |
A green-eyed wayward wind wrapped up in a tangle of silken black and white fur, she is a restless spirit forever straining against the constraints of clan and code but nevertheless anchored in place by the love she feels for her children. Born and raised in SunClan, a lust for adventure when she was an apprentice caused her to leave the warrior life to wander as a loner in search of the new excitements she craved, only coming back to the way of life she once knew to raise her kittens in the clan. Strong though the feelings she may hold for her family may be, she often falls short in expressing them, her personal relationships fraught with tension as her restless spirit calls her away to seek out new loves rather than tending to the bonds she has already formed. Always a voice in the back of her head calling out for something new, something more, she seems destined never to be truly satisfied with what good she already has in her life. Fearless to a fault, her sense of adventure has led her into trouble more than once, an assortment of small scars hiding beneath her fur as remnants of her freewheeling existence as a loner before returning to the warrior code. A free bird through and through, her affections are a shooting star destined to burn out as soon as the next tantalizing thing calls out her name.

| Foxstar | Honeystorm |
| June 2017 - |
Beware the fox hour. The fox hour, like the witching hour, is the time when demons appear, the time when Foxhour reigns supreme, a true demon at heart. She betrayed her clan for a promise of power, only to leave the place that whispered these honey words, but not before she used her influence as a member to con Deal into attacking his own clanmate, playing the gullible tom for nothing more than her own amusement, with no intention to fufill her end of the deal they made. And when she once again grew bored, lacking the proper pawns to move around at her leisure, she sought out the one she knew would fall prey once again to her silver tongue, a tom who'd made a new name for himself in DayClan, the mask and mantle tom Deal. Sweet words whispered into his ear and he was like clay in her paws, to mold use as she saw fit, leaving another broken promise behind. But he would never be able to rid himself of her, as she wormed her way into his clan silently, keeping him from finally being out of her grasp. And she made her own life their, once again content with these simple minded pawns at her disposal, though she still held onto his strings. He was her most important piece, and she made sure he couldn't leave. He needed an ally, and she was all too happy to oblige, taking her title as his mate, despite the mistrust between them. Kits to keep up the facade, though only half belonged to the DayClan tom, the other half to Sparrowmark, whose life was ruined as a result of this.And they rose together, to power. But then her mate gave up that power, and he left her alone, without the knowledge that she was yet again expecting, to return from exile to his clan. And no one is allowed to leave her grasp, not until they've taken their final breath. And so she returned to her birthplace, nullifying her own exile, hatred in her heart and sweet words on her lips. The black and white tom shall pay for abandoning the ivy eyed demon with a fox pelt. Her thick auburn fur, white chest and underbelly, ebony legs, ears, and ivory tipped plume of a tail will be the last thing Deal shall ever see. Because the fox hour has come, and this time, he won't escape.



DEPUTIES
| Crushedheart | ♥xRobotx♥ |
| July, 2011 - July, 2011 |
A gorgeous she-cat mixed with the perfect sugar, spice, and everything nice. Her eyes are a shocking green, their always bright, showing all her emotions, they seem to never settle upon one cat, and are always flickering from cat to cat. Her pelt is a fire orange that could be mistaken for a crimson color in the shade. Black tabby stripes are painted wildly on her pelt and run down her side looking like scars from past fights. Her front left paw and back right paw are a lighter orange color, and a light orange stripe follows her spine and shines through her black tabby stripes. Her tail is scrawny, and the fur on it is always sleek. The tip of her left ear is torn slightly, and black tear stripes run from her eyes. She isn't skinny like cats think, her muscles stick up out of her fur and her legs are strong and are made for jumping. She doesn't like talking about her past, which is like fog that can never be cleared away. She was born Crush, and she had a sister named Heart whom was born blind. Her family lived a calm life until one day their father died of a mysterious illness, leaving the mother in a dark and deep sadness. Their mother wanted to die, so she sent her kits away to find a new place to call home... to live on their own. While wandering the forest the two kits were attacked by wild dogs, while Crush escaped by running up a tree... Heart did not. Crushedheart sat in the tree and watched the dogs rip apart her blind sister and she had to listen to their howls of victory all night long... alone. When the dogs left the next day Crushedheart jumped down to the bloody ground and was forced to leave the remains of her sister there and treck on alone.She was found by an old loner, who took her in for a few moons and in that time she became fully grown. When the loner died of old age she made her way alone again, this time though to come upon Sunclan. She had to fight a patrol before they actually let her in the camp, which in the fight the tip of her left ear was ripped off. She finally got them to trust her enough and took her to the leader and she joined Sunclan. She took the warrior name "Crushedheart," most cats think it's because of how her heart felt, but she took the "heart" part in memory of her sister Heart. Kind and sweet, it's amazing to see her in a bad mood or to even think she has a bad bone in her body. She loves kits, and loves listening to the elders stories. She is never afraid to turn to someone if she is in need of help. She's willing to listen to any cat and help them with their problems, but she tells them what she thinks they should do... usually not what they want to hear. She could never tell a secret to anyone, even if they bribe her. However, her stripes mean something. One, is that she is stubborn, and when her mind is made up there is no changing it. Before that though, she is willing to hear both sides of the story. Whenever she can sneak it in, she loves to brag. She'll brag about anything, victories, prey, territory, kits, water, even love. She can be impatient and may hurry ceremonies just because she wants to see the apprentices and kits faces when they get their warrior and apprentice names. She fights for many things, but loves fighting for what she loves and whom she loves. The thought of climbing trees excites her, she also loves the sun on her pelt and may be seen resting in the sun from time to time. The heat doesn't seem to annoy her at all. She may also be found by the medicine cat's den, because she loves the many smells of the herbs inside. If you judge Crushedheart just by her name, then your in for a huge surprise!

| Silverwing | xxSerenity |
| July 2011 - September 2011 |
Silverwing is a medium sized she-cat with a slight form which is disguised by her long fur. She has a broad muzzle and ears which are lightly pointed at the tips. Her fur is long and messy; grooming it is one of Silverwing's least favourite tasks. Her fur is soft and fine, keeping out the bite of the leaf-bare wind when it's cold. Silverwing is silver with black tabby markings rippling through her pelt. Her eyes are glassy green with a hint of hazel at the rims of the irises, and can be almost hypnotic at times. Silverwing isn't the swiftest cats, impeded as she is by her long fur. It is in strategies she excels, for she is a cunning cat with a mind sharp as a claw. She isn't the co-deputy of her Clan for nothing - Silverwing is clever, taking pleasure in creating plans for more efficient hunting, training, and battle stratagems. But she isn't all cleverness and cunning - Silverwing is also a deeply loyal cat, who is very fond of her friends. She is fun to talk to, and is always cracking jokes to make other cats purr, and performing comical tricks for the amusement of her companions. It is easy to get along with this cat for she enjoys listening to other cats talk, listening to them speaking of the things they love. She is genuinely interested in other felines, how they think, what they do. Being a good listener is one of the things she is naturally adept at, as well as her mother training her to be as polite as she possibly could from kithood. That is not to say Silverwing is without faults - though she is usually mellow and mild-tempered, once something has made her angry, it takes a long, long time for her to calm down. She can stay upset about something for literally moons, brooding over it all day, wondering what she could have done to make things different. When she is angry it is difficult for her to control her tongue, and in the past she has hurt cats she cared for with sharp, sarcastic things she never meant to say. Though her rage is terrible, lasts for some time, and poisons her thoughts, she cannot stay angry or bitter at anyone for too long. Silverwing regrets some things she did bitterly. She is trying to learn to keep her temper, to stop herself exploding, but there will always be some, uncontrollable, part of her that will rise at a jibe. Nowadays she tries to clamp her jaws shut to stop herself speaking harshly, but even that doesn't work too well. Silverwing was the only kit in her litter, so her mother and father were very protective for her, and hoped for a great future for their beloved daughter. They taught her to be polite to cats, to offer to do tasks, to stand back and let other cats pass. She loved her parents, and when they passed away, a moon after her receiving her warrior name, she was inconsolable. But soon she learned how to deal with the pain, and though she thinks of them all the time, she is no longer depressed. Silverwing worked hard at becoming a good warrior, training endlessly as an apprentice, annoying her mentor beyond belief. She already had had her heart set upon becoming deputy, and ambition made her heart beat faster as she looked at the leaders of The Clans at every Gathering. When she finally became a warrior, Silverwing was overjoyed. She received her first apprentice quite soon after she received her name, and trained him hard to become a warrior. When Silverwing was chosen as the co-deputy of the Cla, there were some mutterings about this; there were older, more experienced warriors who could have taken the job, but all in all she was a popular choice. Silverwing was delirious with joy - this was what she had worked at all her life, and she had finally achieved her goal! She could hardly stop thanking the leader. It has not been long since she became a co-deputy, and though it is hard at times, and she goes to sleep at moonrise only to wake just before dawn, she loves being co-deputy of SunClan. There is no better way for her to serve her Clan than help run it. One may ask: does this cat who focused her life on becoming deputy of her Clan have any hopes for kits of her own? If you asked Silverwing this, she would shrug and laugh. In truth, she hasn't ever considered having kits of her own. She's always put her Clan first, with no thoughts of even a mate. Silverwing is 20 moons old, has no mate or crush, and no living kin.

| Turtletune | Color-me-blue (: |
|October 2011 - December 7 2011 |
His pale fur shines in the glorious moonlight. He is noble and kind, a leader to all. Who knew such a cat could be so... amazing? Do you reconize him on that mountiain? Duh, it is Turtletune scanning the territory for any harm that might come to his clan. His eyes are a soft baby blue color with darker pale blue swirls. They are like shining spheres of light that radiate happiness to every cat in Sunclan. His tail is full of thick, feathery fluffy fur that makes it look like a soft cloud, which is what it feels like too. The whole pelt of Turtletune is like that. Very soft-- correction, Unusually soft. It is wonderful for hunting in the fluffy snow but when it is all the other seasons, it is quite difficult but he manages to make it work. His fighting skills are wonderful but he doesn't like to use them very much. He is more of a peacemaker then a war cat. A dreamer, not a fighter. His mother decided to name him Turtletune when he was younger mainly because of his tortoise patched fur but he also got named that because turtles will chase off intrudors but still be loyal to their family. It's a bit confusing so Turtletune doesn't really explain it that way. He just tells everyone he got his name from his tortoise patches. He is such a sweet cat with a loving spirit and happy heart. Everything about this tom is loving. Turtletune is highly respected in Sunclan or in any clan. His respect for others and proud blue gaze, and sometimes just the way he takes control over serious situations is what earns him that respect. Magnificent blue eyes are always serene and loyal. He would never leave his clan or abandon a cat in time of need. Hard work and determination is what got him this far in life and it is going to get him farther in the future.

| Mudnight | catlover1023 |
|December 7 2011 - May 2012 |
A black and brown tom with white paws and ear tips and glowing blue eyes. He is quiet and shy to those he doesn't know, but if you are is friend or part of his family, then he as bouncy as a bee and plays like a kit. He loves to have fun and play but he can't help it that he gets a little shy around others. He has one sister, Magicsong, who was named Magic as a loner by their mother and father and he was named Night. They lived together with their parents for a while until on their third moon. Their mother and father said they were going hunting and for them not leave the den. So they sat there for the whole, waiting for food until their growling bellies got the best of them. Night and Magic went out to find them and found out from someone who was watching nearby named Splashstem that while they were hunting, they began to argue and then their mother had turned away from his father, and he killed their mother in anger and cold blood. Mudnight hates his father to this day and won't rest until he knows how it feels to lose someone that you actually love. He loves to play, talk, swim, climb, run and his sister. He hates battling, even though he loves the rush feeling in it, hunting at night and his father. He does want to meet that special someone. He doesn't mind kits so it would be up to his mate if she wanted some or not.

| Whirlbird | Firewolf3 |
| May 2012 - June 2012 |
Vile miscreants of cinnamon snag atop an undersized frame, deepened to umber to accent his figure. His face is rounded, pudgy, despite how his bones elsewhere cast shadows upon his saturated pelage. The most prominent features of his visage are his high cheekbones, set to raise twin pinpricks of pale hazel as if on a pedestal. They swirl in an endless vertigo, imploring but unanswered. Many cavernous mysteries shroud this cat beyond his extrovertedness. They engulf his psyche from a lateral trajectory, obfuscous in their flippancy. Whirlbird has many depths to his character that haven't yet been unraveled from around him. He obstructs the view with levity and good humor, tumultuousness and compassion. He is jocosely flamboyant in manner and speech tactics. He considers this a refreshing quality on dull days as it bemuses his clan mates. His colorful Australian vocabulary is something to brave. It isn't abnormal for him to address his latter clan mates with the symbolic "mate" or "how'r'ya'going" at the halt of his sentences.

| Tealeaf | blossomlight |
|July 2012 - October 2012|
Flawless golden brown fur, intense deep blue eyes that have an eerie glow, and the most adorable english accent! This stern she-cat isn't afraid to say what she's thinking when she's thinking it. There are some rumors going around that she was once from anohter clan but she got sent away for commiting a crime. The rumor changes every time and some of them are just obssured! None of them are true of course but they were possibly started because of her mean attitude when you first meet her. But as you get to know her she is a kind, tender, loving she-cat. Her intentions are always good and for the better of the clan. She never stops thinking of ways to help others but she does enjoy insulting her brother and sister teasingly of course. They all love each other more than anything but you may not be able to tell at first glance. Tealeaf loves the smell of herbs, sometimes her friend who's a kittypet brings her herbs from the twoleg's house that smell so fresh. She likes it when her sister, Meadowlark sings but it can get on her nerves. She hopes one day a tom will see through her tough disguise and make it to her heart wich is warm and generous.

| Owlhoot | Ashenfate |
| July 2012 - October 2012 |
Pain and beauty all mingled into one cat. This long haired calico she-cat has been through much hardship and pain throughout her life. Owl was born a loner, her mother took care of her until she became the age of apprentice, then was told it was her turn to go out into the cruel world alone. Scared, Owl did so, but soon she stumbled across a strikingly handsome tom. The large eyed she-cat instantly fell in love with him, and soon found out she was expecting his kits. Happily she announced it to him, and he left her without much care after that. With a broken heart, the heavily pregnant she-cat went on her way, alone in the world once more. Her hopes had vanished, and it was growing harder and harder to take care of herself and the kits growing inside her. Her stomach was rounding even more, and she was growing weaker. One late night, there was no moon shining, she gave birth to three healthy, and beautiful kits. Owl became rather attached to them, as they were the only thing she had left to love. Though, not very soon after they had opened her eyes, she was asleep one day, far too weak to stay awake at the time, her kittens had wondered off. They perished by a badger, and Owl never forgave herself. Some how she managed to get through it and still live, and she came across AshClan. The clan gladly took her in, and let her stay with the other kits of the clan who needed the she-cat's milk, as she was a cat who could no longer give the milk her body produced to her own kits. Owl grieved in the clan's nursery for a very long time, then one day she was out in the forest, brooding in her thoughts. Rogue cats attacked her, but there was a cat there to save her. Mudstar saved her, and that was the day she also fell in love once more. It became a forbidden love. Owl began to see the leader in secret, and with each day she fell even further for the tom. Finally, one day she confessed her love, and her heart then swelled with so much love, because he then confessed his for her as well. Owl then had to made the decision to leave AshClan, and the kits that she was taking care of. Sadly, she left Blissfulpayne, a young blind she-cat, and her kittens. Owl felt bad for this choice, but she had to be where she knew she would belong. She told Embracestar that she was leaving, and the leader grew angry with her. Sadened, Owl fled from the clan, and came to SunClan, where Mudstar welcomed her with a warm heart. That was the day she told him she was expecting kits, and they both seemed to swell with even more love for each other.

| Ravenfragment | Black♠Veil |
| November 2012 - November 2012|
This brownish red tom isn’t just a normal cat. Let’s just say, he has a superpower. You look into his dark brown eyes and feel like he knows everything about you. Ravenfragment can tell when any cat is lying; whether the cat is young or not. His father passed on this special trick to him. He knows by looking at the cat’s body language, following his or her eyes… by listening to the way they speak. He isn’t intimidating, he is just very clear on situations. The Clan usually uses him when they have cats taken in for trespassing or prey theft. Think of him as an interrogator. He is strong and keen, but warm and compassionate for others going through hardships. He understands. Ravenfragment may be a young Warrior, but he was in love once. He was in love with the sweetest butterfly of them all. Her eyes locked with his, she was honest, sweet and they trusted each other. This was when he was an apprentice, of course. Her name? Butterflypaw. Why do you think he called her Butterfly? Why does he understand the pain of others? Because, one day, Butterflypaw and Ravenpaw were meeting at their usual spot, under a willow tree, just out of Clan territory. She had told him that she had something extremely important to tell him. So they met. She seemed scared, frightened, actually. He comforted her, told her that it was ok. He said, “If you’re ever scared, just fly away… just fly away,” he said they as she buried her muzzle into his pelt. She blinked away her tears, sat up and told him something that he was shocked to hear. She told him she was pregnant with his kits. They were just apprentices! He couldn’t be a father. He was shocked, scared and felt slightly sick. So there, under that willow tree, they shared the biggest silence ever. They walked home together, he was still silent, though it was started to sink in. They went into the Apprentice den and slept. But he couldn’t sleep. In the middle of the night, he got up, went to her nest where she rested silently, and woke her. He promised her, that he would be the father they needed. He said no matter what happened, that he would die before harm came to her or the kits. Then he curled up next to her, and felt the small kicks of his kits through her pelt. They smiled all night, talking about names, guessing what they would look like. This felt like family to him… Then the worst day came… the day of the flood. Butterflypaw was getting closer to kitting. Ravenpaw was out hunting. He had almost caught a vole when he felt an extreme rumble below. He knocked him down. He was scared now, more scared than ever. He looked towards the river and there came this crashing wave, threatening everything in its path. He was stiff for a moment. Then he shook his head and darted towards camp, warning those who he passed. Butterlfypaw was in the Apprentice den, mossing her nest. He came bursting through the entrance, the wave only a few foxlengths behind him. He trip a few times, but refused to fall. Not now, not here. He burst into the Apprentice den and warned Butterflypaw. Her eyes were wide with terror… She wasn’t fast enough to make it out. He said he would carry her, but she refused, “It’s useless… I am too slow,” then tears started spilling down her cheeks, “my kits and I are going to die here…” No. He wouldn’t believe that. Tears started to streak his face. “No, no you won’t, come on! We have to get out!!” He yowled in a hoarse, tear filled voice. She wouldn’t listen though. Her eyes glazed over and she walked back to her nest, lying down. She began to groom herself. He watched in horror, what was happening? His promise… his promise would be broken. No. No, it wouldn’t. He sat down next to her and laid his head on hers. He put his paw over her stomach. The kits, rumbled, they were scared. He shut his eyes… just then; the water began to break into the den. He didn’t open his eyes, he only cried. Butterflypaw kept whispering to him. “When you’re scared, just fly away… just fly away…” This made him weep even more. The water poured into the nest, covering everything. His heart leapt, feeling terrified… just as his mind cleared, he felt as if he was getting pulled away from Butterflypaw. His eyes shot open. The water was carrying him away from her warmth. She didn’t open her eyes, she looked as if she was resting peacefully. He yowled, crying and trying to tear away from the current, but to no avail. The water carried him out of the den, he watched her get completely covered by the water… it was too much, watching his eternal love die with his kits inside of her. His heart shattered into billions of pieces… he couldn’t do it… his energy had been stripped from his body. He went limp and went under the water, not having the strength to pull himself back up to the surface. Everything went black and he was gone… or at least that’s what he hoped… next thing he knows, he is waking up on the moor. His body becoming dry from the heat of the sun above. He opens his eyes; stranded. He had no idea where the water took him, or better yet, why he was still alive. He pulls himself up, licking away drops of blood trickling from his muzzle. He walks warily, for hours. He finally stumbles upon what looks like a Clan border, SunClan, as he smells. He comes in, asking for refuge into the Clan. He tells them what happened, who he is. They are shocked by his story but most of all, the fact that he survived. They welcome him in, give him shelter and treat him with compassion and the warmth that was necessary. He was made a Warrior there, receiving the name Ravenfragment. Fragment, meaning that he was once a whole, but he was broken into fragments… That pretty much described his life so far. He was a noble Warrior, trusted by his Clan mates. The Leader admired him, so when the time came, Ravenfragment was made Deputy of SunClan. He was honored, and everyone was happy he was chosen. Now in present time, Ravenfragment still leads beside his Leader, Owlstar. At night, he dreams about Butterflypaw. He had named her Butterflysoul, for her soul still flies above his head… drifting in the wind, her colors reflecting in the sun. Ravenfragment can’t let her go… He can’t release his butterfly…

| Mudnight | Catlover1023 |
| November 2012 - May 2013|
A black and brown tom with white paws and ear tips and glowing blue eyes. He is quiet and shy to those he doesn't know, but if you are is friend or part of his family, then he as bouncy as a bee and plays like a kit. He loves to have fun and play but he can't help it that he gets a little shy around others. He had one sister, Magicsong,who is deceased and also, who was named Magic as a loner by their mother and father while he was named Night. They lived together with their parents for a while until on their third moon. Their mother and father said they were going hunting and for them not to leave the den. So they sat there for the whole day, waiting for food until their growling bellies got the best of them. Night and Magic went out to find them and found out from someone who was watching nearby named Splashstem that while they were hunting. Splashstem had said that they began to argue and then their mother had turned away from his father, and he killed their mother in anger, fury, and cold blood. Mudstar hates his father to this day. He loves to play, talk, swim, climb, and run. He hates battling, even though he loves the rush feeling in it, hunting at night and his father. He did want to meet that special someone until he did, or at least thought he did, in SummerClan. He started off in Summerclan as a warrior by the name of Mudrain, and almost as soon as he joined, he hit it off with a she-cat named Lunarmoon. He couldn't ever imagine leaving Summerclan when he and his mate were expecting kits. But his mate died giving birth to only one tom kit who shunned his father. Mudnight left Summerclan with a broken heart and set mind. He went to Sunclan to be with his sister, Magicsong, and was happy there. He changed his name to Mudnight to forget all of the pain back from SummerClan. He changed his name to Mudnight to forget all of the pain back from SummerClan. He still remembers the day he became co-deputy of Sunclan along with the day he became deputy. He served under Silverstar for many moons and loved the expierence he had with her. He developed a crush on Silverstar that she never knew about until after she was killed. When Silverstar brought in a kittypet by the name of Shade and let him become a warrior with the name Goldenclaw, Silverstar, Mudnight and Leadbelly, the co-deputy at the time, didn't trust him at all. There distrust rang true one night when Goldenclaw attacked the camp. The fight was quick but deadly. Goldenclaw almost killed Mudstar and two of his followers killed Silverstar. In his grief and rage, Mudstar came very close to killing the traitor but was stopped by his own mind that wouldn't let him kill the traitor. Mudstar fell in grief over Silverstar for the next moon and never talked to anyone until he promoted Whirlbird as his deputy. Whirlbird was a great help and made Sunclan strong again. Then Mudstar met Owlhoot, an ex-Ashclan she-cat who was able to tug on his broken heart strings and make him feel happy. Even though his love for her was forbidden, they made it through and Owlhoot joined SunClan while expecting their kits. He knows that if he were to lose Owlhoot, he would never speak of love again. His first deputy was Whirlbird, then Tealeaf, then his mate, Owlhoot. Tealeaf was also his first Co-deputy. He stepped down with all of his nine lives and Owlhoot, who was deputy, had became Owlstar. They have 5 kits, 2 adopted and 3 full-blood, Echochirp and Luminosityshimmer, and Foxface, Sunblaze, and Shiningkit. He and Owlhoot don't plan on having more and he fears that she won't get all of her nine lives with his still all in contact.

| Ottershade | Avalonsoul567 |
| May 2013 - July 2013|
The dark, shadowy parts of life are his best friend. He's always been hiding in the darkest places, mumbling to himself and keeping secrets. This tom is quite mysterious, sometimes seeming to evaporate into thin air; to disappear within the blink of an eye. This tom goes by one name and one name only -- Ottershade. His pelt is the same thin, slick, water repelling material of an otter's, and the same shade of one as well. It's a dark brown, almost black, that blends in effortlessly with the shadows. Ottershade prefers to keep to himself, giving others icy glares and mocking sneers. But, he converses with others every once in a while, and if you receive that privilidge, it's a great one to have. What might seem like a cruel, bloodthirsty savage on the outside happens to be a kind, gentle creature within. Ottershade was born a rouge, the seclusion forcing him to become painfully quiet and lonesome. The handsome tom, named Shadow at the time, grew tired of being a rouge quickly, and sought after a new life in the clans. He joined Sunclan, it being the clan closest to him and the least hostile-looking. He joined the clan and received the warrior name Ottershade, named after his startling resemblance to the animal and for his stone-faced demeanor. He soon became the leader of the fantastic clan, determined to stand by hiswarriorsside through thick and thin. Even though I said he was a gentle creature earlier, you don't want to mess with Ottershade. He gets easily offended, and will lash out at you every once in a great while. But, that is only if you make the first move. He's quite a gentleman, always offering to help out if he sees a chance to, and courteous to everyone, especially she-cats and elders. Ottershade is deviously handsome, his extremely attractive ocean-blue eyes soothing and comforting, especially the most difficult of times. He's a place to return for revival; for healing and restoration.This tom's gentle yet wise words perfect for healing in the exact place you need it. Even if Otterstar is intimidatingly fearsome-looking, do not be afraid of this gentle beast. Well, that is if you haven't done anything to get on his bad side. If you have on the other hand, be afraid. Be very afraid.

| Mambastep | randomkitty333|
| July 2013 - December 2013|
Like a flash of black lighting, the mamba is as quick as a flash of light. The glimmer on its shimmering black scales. Well, there is another creature that haunts the woods that is called upon as Mambastep. It is black as night, although the breast of this proud creature is dappled white and eyes of chartreuse. Quick as the snake is, sly and silent as it creeps, and as beautiful as it can get. But this is a cat, a glorious tom cat who serves his duty well. Born to two midnight cats, one beautiful as sunlight and another dull. He was born an only child, a family of midnight pelts and lemon green and yellow eyes. His trio of a family moved often, around and about, slippery like water, impossible to catch. Until fire caught up, it licked their tails and burnt their heels. They were staying in an old red barn that was peeling of paint, once was most likely a glorious barn when knew. They feasted upon barn mice and slept in warm hay. They hid in the thick, lush, sweet smelling hay when the farmer came in to feed the animals, the mustang wild and mares’ subtle. The cows mooing and flicking their tails around at the flies. Pigs in pens, oinking and moving about like wasps whose nest were knocked down. The chickens were out in their small two-leg den, sleeping in hay filled nests in clusters- but the cats knew better to mess with what belonged to the two-legs. But the farmer man’s son, who was only a young man, came in late to do chores he put off but what caught and told to do. He rushed his way through them, hastily chucking hay into stables, putting the pitchfork off to the side without much care. Dumping seed into pens and leaving the bag of food on the ground, leaning to the side and spilling the seed for mice. But, he left the oil lamp on its nail hook. A gust of warm summer air came and encouraged the flames to lick up at the wood post. It did just so, burning the barn down with it. Making sure their child got out alive, Mambasstep’s parents disappeared in the rubble and their bodies never found. Mamba, a young child, was in despair; the only thing he could do was run, or all he could think of anyways. His born name was Mamba, and he cherished it. He came upon Lithium. This group of cats was well organized and more stable then his life ever was. Finding it safe and warm, not to mention he was mentally unstable from the loss of his parents. They took in the kit as their own, he may not have had any parents or friends, but over time he made friends. Not many though, some not here today. He worked up to the position of hunter, he fought and hunted and worked for Lithium. He shows no interest in she-cats or kits, his only priority was his group. He is often quiet and serious, he is sly and sober. Most cats don’t want to be around him; they respect him but fear his serious personality as a working one, one that does not have a personal fun life. But, he does not mind. He has nearly to no interest in she-cats, not that he dislikes them or anything. He just isn't ready for a mate or kits. Who knows when he ever will be either. As soon as he became hunter, he became Commander. He became the second in command of Lithium. He looked up to the Exhalted and worked his hardest to make Lithium Better. But quickly after he became Commander, Lithium crumbled to the ground. A huge war waged out amongst the clans. At least three of the clans died out, although Mamba never bothered to remember. What he did remember was that two of the Revolutionary groups died too. One of them just happened to be his beloved Lithium. He was one of the few survivors. He hasn't a clue if any of his clans mates survived, but he will admit he doubted it. Mamba became a loner. Wandering about and avoiding contact with the clans. He despised the other Revolutionary groups that didn't help Lithium. But one day when he was running from his past, just like he used to when he was a kit, he was found again. This time around the clan called itself Sunclan. They persuaded the large raven tom to join. Finally, he caved in and joined as a warrior. After seeing his amazing skills, they named him Mambastep. He was strong, thanks to his size. But his key points were his speed. Like his namesake, he was fast. He wasn't very enthusiastic about being a Sunclan warrior, brought back to many sad memories. When he first joined he avoided everybody and didn't like to talk. He didn't want to get close to the Sunclan cats like he did with the Lithium cats. But they broke his barrier. They cracked open his shell and peered inside at the contexts. Mambastep finally began to open up to the other cats. Then one day, he remembers it clearly because it was a repeat of his past. He was called by the Deputy. The previous leader of Sunclan had recently passed away and the positions of all the higher ranked cats moved up, leaving the lowest of these ranks-the Co-Deputy, open. He knew what would happen. he would be called with a few other cats and they would do a number of things. This time around it was different. As they were about to go hunting, a small she-kit cried for help. Her name was Trufflekit. She got herself stuck in an old dead tree. His competition leaped into the tree, but he frightened the kit and herded her higher up. Mambastep couldn't get into the tree because his weight would have caused the tree to fall apart. Mambastep used his skills in persuasion to coax the kit to not move. Just as the tom in the tree reached for her, she fell. His instincts took control and he leaped forward and caught her. This action was very dangerous due to the fact that the branch she was on fell on top of him. He got stabbed in the shoulder and nearly paralyzed his rear legs. But he was lucky it didn't hit the nerve to hard and his legs recovered quickly. After this traumatic event, he was then offered the position of Co-Deputy. His first thought was to reject it. He didn't want to cause anything bad. But then decided that he didn't want to want anything bad to happen again. Therefore, he took the position gratefully and swore to protect Sunclan with his life. So far...he hasn't failed.

|Fictiontruth | Seamless|
| December 2013 - March 2014|
Within the terms of unspoken truthful minority, for a rather feminine feline of pristine coating and delicate mannerisms, he withholds quite an odd, masculine calling, Fictiontruth. The syllables alone sound exotic on his own tongue a title comfortable to the speaking appendage in the articulation yet utterly foreign in its authenticity. A name is your identity. It’s the surface of who you really are the first thing said to encountering a stranger. So what if your own calling causing confusion to yourself? Fictiontruth’s pelt is comprised of a certain material that is dominantly compact bristles boasting a tone of flawless ebony like a mournful symphony played by cellos alongside the darkest lowest tear provoking instruments sounding smooth and flowing like glassy tears dripping down a porcelain cheek uninterrupted by any hints of a jaunty sounding staccato flute or any other color. The single tones ripple in the presence of movement yet some would be quick to categorize it as standard black yet through multiple angles, perspectives, and direction of the sun it emits a strange cerulean sheen highlighted as silver under the pallor of the moon. His fur is visibly textured like lace built from various heights less dense in some areas yet voluminating to an extremely compact arrangement in some quartiles of the body giving Fictiontruth’s fur access to an assortment of coarseness to the feel. Fictiontruth’s gracile form as well as stance end shortly near his neck for there, his features gradually begin to develop a more angular fashion. Out of par, the tom’s anatomy becomes deprived of its grace cultivating a more masculine ambience the slenderness of his bones morphing into acute sharp-corned lines in turn making his head appear heavier in comparison to his meager shape with a very defined chin, projecting cheek bones, and a flattened profile punctured by miscellaneous sharp facial characteristics providing an unparalleled visual that adds years to his age, judging by the eye. While relatively the same color, asymmetrical drive a space difference between the two more than the distance they share on Fictiontruth’s facial features. One bauble is amber but not clearly distinguished as the shades but is golden, such accessory is far from the flat one-dimensional saffron it can easily be mistaken for. Layered in a array of shades darker in the center radiating from the inky dark iris and smoothing out to a pastel pale white incorporated cream, the tones merge into one another the strange yet somehow proportional spacing allowing the owner access and versatility in facial expressions, not that he puts anything other than a blank look to use. This canvas surface provides the perfect base and support for the two baubles traced in white. Two gems accent and adorn exterior coaxing out some expression from the stoney feline. His eyes also carry a sort of ambiguous intensity which are bottomless and opaque with glittering pupils which can easily frighten the onlooker as if through a hole they were peering into an abyss unable to tell whether they are looking in or viewing out a limpid screen encasing the portrait the colors of the spheres resting above his cheeks. Yet somewhere within his feather-weight cage of a body, something throbs within. With perfect posture and constellation of etched scars, it’s history of striving for that never achieved state of perfection in what section of the orange colored eyes, in which section of the heart, in that prison of a constricted chest where someone pulsated violently thrashing light by a single flame of mortal desire and has knowledge of only what Fictiontruth knows. Paired with the cynical sense, his true intentions are not to be sarcastic for it is instead how he chooses to express his humor or rather his lack for it. His clanmates in Fictiontruth’s mind’s eye, degenerate torn apart by complexity and his social taste-buds are numb with the cheap politeness of those who no more than pity him. Despite his remote way of conducting himself, narrowed perspective and his abrasive nature, Fictiontruth holds incredible brain capacity preserving even the slightest, most miniscule purposely disregarded of details that normal relative being would treat, when encountered, with sensitivity only relayed to as ignorance tactics remain to be meticulous stopping at nothing to bring a successful, desired conclusion despite the sacrifices or peril. The reason shrouded behind this is for the sake of those moments that can’t be forgotten, Fictiontruth commits them all to memory as if they are all brisk nutrients to alleviate loneliness. Finds distaste in conceptual things, for he is a very factual being not exchanging his deepest secrets or easing into casualness during a conversation only offering his companion bargained for respect and a professional level of intimacy bringing upon his own flaw of solitude. To scrutinize any object, person, or situation beyond the bounds of his own short mind proves to be a challenge and is frequently inconsiderate of the thoughts, feelings, or opinions of others assuming that there is one technique, his own procedure, to solve or put into use in an event. Now this may not be mistaken for vindictive manipulation but honestly, his ulterior motives are not to bring the feeble minding to his bidding but instead, they are to mask his insecurities and for fear of implementing something wrong but, Fictiontruth is in possession of boundless charisma only utilizing very rarely not enough so that others take note of it but his detachment to felines forges no emotional bonds rendering the feline nothing left to lose putting the goodwill of his clan first doing whatever it takes to execute something accurately. Fictiontruth may not have much to boast of in terms of the counting year of his existence yet his wisdom and experience may have his soul labeled as ancient the thoughts of his mind absolutely in no way parallel to his youthful, unseasoned exterior. In his mind the right fake personality to suit the occasions leaves less of a margin for errors. Living in a fabricated residence where dreams, memories and reality all disconnect, Fictiontruth pities those who believe that if they keep writing, the story will never end, if you persist on paving obliviously, the fissure will mend paws rooted to the ground, mind soaring between puffs of white. Musing revels bring him back to the times where life could have it's fairytale endings and elation wasn't an absurd figment of the imagination but was a highly attainable mutual dream shared by millions. Ultimately, no one has in possession to the key that unlock their inner self and personality or a map detailing where they stand on this earth. Everyone is nothing more than an insignificant being unable to raise their hand and answer a maddeningly never ending inquiry.

|Furzewool | Secretkit |
| March 2014 - June 2014 |
Felis silvestris catus, in every inch of his body. A natural breed of Norwegian Forest Cat, he is more adapted to a very cold climate. His head is long, with an overall shape similar to an equilateral triangle, a strong chin, and a muzzle of medium length. His large eyes are almond shape and oblique, mostly known to be a dark, soft juniper blue that can be read like a book. His ears are large, wide at the base, high set, have a tufted top, and are placed in the extension of the triangle formed by the head, and end with a tuft of hair like the ears of a lynx. Owner to a top coat of glossy, long, water-shedding hairs, and a wooly undercoat for insulation, he is especially skilled at swimming and blending in with shore pebbles that share the same grey-white splotched colors as he himself does. A big, strong cat with a bushy tail and a sturdy body, he is especially good at climbing, since his breed has strong claws. Tall and proud, handsome and strong, this tom is the epitome of peace and is determined to love and live as though he will never see another day. Broad shoulders display the tom as being an extremely powerful and formidable opponent in battle, should he choose to fight in the countless battles between his Clan and the others. A hulking form when seen from the shadows, Furzewool hopes to become a role model to many apprentices and mentor to several. Friendly, energetic, and sometimes extremely demanding of attention, he can be kept quiet by birdsong and shame. Though he perseveres in the face of stress, his pleasant demeanor is often disturbed by that of his sister Wynterqueen's, who is rather negative in times of trouble and danger. Known to be quite the hunter even though it's hard for him to camouflage in the underbrush of the forest during every season but winter.

|Bluerose - Secretkit|
|June 2014 - June 2014|
"It's empty in the valley of your heart, the sun it rises slowly as you walk away from all the fears and all the faults you've left behind." She's hauntingly beautiful, the epitome of mingled strategy with wisdom and the image of perfection when it comes to brilliance, charm, and skill. Soft and glowing with the milky dulcet moan of a pale moonlight sheen upon her fluffy and velveteen blue-gray fur, Bluerose's pelt ripples down and over her shoulders, sloping down her hips and shoulders to where the fur matts at the very tip of her pert, well groomed paws. Several lighter particles of colour freckle her countenance and belly, only to be viewed in the summer when the sun brings out her thinner and lighter form of pelt. Slender and willowy but slightly pudgy at the present moment, she is a superb stalker and can creep through fairly small spaces, unlike the hulking forms that are her brothers. She is a well developed and round character, with no obvious physical flaws, though you may be able to find some in her soul, looking through her dark navy blue eyes to where in her heart she hides a gem of carefully concealed love - love for a tom with whom she thinks she will never be together. Fictionstar is the object of her affections, the direction of her shining feelings and romantic interests that she slowly started to gain over the period of time that she knew him. She's known the leader since her kithood days, when he was but a young warrior that watched over her during times when she couldn't sleep for fear of nightmares or loneliness. Having grown up into a beautiful and fierce warrior, Bluerose has now realized her full feelings for the leader and cannot keep them in much longer, for it hurts her to the core to only be thought of as a friend by the ebony black male. Once a haughty kitten that only took comfort from her brothers, this she-cat has grown to become a full fledged and kind warrioress with no hint of vanity nor haughtiness. Within battle, the whirl of vivid fur and sharp glittering fangs is her trademark, and she will fight as hard as she possibly can to take care of her Clan and her littermates Brambletooth, Blackbear, and Boulderstrike. Though she loves her littermates very much, the feeling of abandonment stemming from when their mother left them upon the borders of SunClan still burns and washes over her as though a flood of claws and bones whens she sleeps during the night. Kindness is her weapon, and nightmares are her fear. As the solid cloak of black night begins to creep up across the horizon and blanket the forest, Bluerose lies within her nest at night alone and shivers to herself sleeplessly, only hoping for the sun to rise as soon as possible so that she can stop huddling cold within her mossy bed and hunt for prey in a place where she is not quite along as she is here. Do not underestimate the true power of Bluerose, for without her spiky aptitude to find the weak spots of those against whom she fights in battle, some parts of SunClan territory might not be there at all or even part of the forest. She fought hard and trained hard to get rid of the empty feelings inside of her hollow heart, but gave that up altogether when Fictionstar filled the hole in a single moment. Sometimes she has rough relationships with cats because she doesn't want to hurt them or her littermates in whatever conflicts they may go through, but in the end she can be found - for the majority of the time - as the victorious one.

| Pyrefeather - -obliviate|
| June 2014 - August 2014|
As a phoenix rises from the ashes, Pyrefeather's story originates from a forest fire. The separation of his family due to an uncontrolled fire gives him his name; he keeps it to remember why he's living, and the things he must never forget. Even after the tragedy, this dark-grey tom does not let the bitterness take hold of him. In fact, it's made him more wary, more afraid, and more reckless in a sense. He willingly dives into danger to help others, and he often gets in trouble for being too headstrong and too quick to move into battle. His large size and fluffy fur may create an impression of a large, towering, oppressive character, but he is far from it. In fact, he's often seen lazing around the camp, making jokes and teasing the others in a good-mannered sort of way. His amber eyes are lit with a fire of passion and a welcoming warmth. He rarely speaks how he feels, and hides his emotions from others, afraid that it will make him vulnerable. Alas, this makes him prone to miscommunication and undertones of hostility. A decent fighter and decent hunter, he makes do with what he has, and his main goal in life is to protect the ones he loves

| Grapefrost - Simply.light |
| August 2014 - September 2014 |
The saying, "Sweet as a grape" couldn't be more true when addressing this dainty she-cat. Being a cat of sanguine nature, Grapefrost is the image of serenity and grace.Her voice is like that of a gentle dove, soothing and alluring. However, she does realize when it is the time to get serious and take charge. Dancing across your heart, she is a cat that can't be forgotten. Many times you meet a leader-like cat and they're strong, firm, and stern. She does not quite fit this discription. Though those qualities are always welcome, Grapefrost has a different way of handling situations. You will come to find that she is fair, but gentle. She approaches situations with love and serenity, giving advice and telling her own philosophy and stories. She is young, holding a picture of innocence and purity in her persona, but she is genuinely wise. The things that give her hope and encouragement, she shares their reasons with the troubled or discouraged. Many place her as naive, but intellect garnishes her character beautifully. She is not ran over because she is loved. There aren't many who can meet this darling she-cat and not find love or a mother or simply a friend. Her past consists of a crying mother, desperate to keep her daughter, and an unwilling two-leg. When she was hardly old enough to survive without milk, she was stuffed into a brown box that smelt of rotting two-leg food and thrown into a monster. She remembers wailing for her mother as the monster roared around her and started throwing her every direction. Eventually, the two-leg inside picked up the box, with the terrified kitten inside, and threw it out into the forest. Fortunately for Grapefrost, it was Sunclan's territory. A patrol quickly discovered the lonely kit and took her in. From there, Grapefrost grew into the cat she is today. It's a wonder how she has little to no negativity in her character. Onto appearances, have you ever seen the frost that hovers on the grass when leaf-bare just starts emerging? Take this picture and paint it into two perfectly almond-shaped eyes and that would be Grapefrost's. Those pale green eyes never miss a beat; not one second. Her coat is like a canvas painting. The base layer is white and shimmery, never spoiled by the traces of dirt. Somehow she manages to keep that white fur nice and clean. Painted on the canvas are delicate tortoiseshell splotches and little traces of ginger here and there. Grapefrost is a very alluring she-cat with an uncanny amount of grace and lithe movements. To top it off, she has a long tail that helps her hold her balance. Everything about this cat speaks balance. It's almost as if she has everything figured out before it happens. She is not particularly quiet and calm, but more outgoing and supportive. Even as a deputy, she loves to play around and stare at butterflies. Her hope is found in laughter and butterflies; pretty much anything innocent. You'll come to find that Grapefrost is not your normal cat. She has a unique personality, but it'll grow on you."They start out as a caterpillar, vulnerable and innocent. In order to even reach the butterfly stage, they have to avoid the birds and bats and storms, which is hard for such a small, slow creature." She explained, glancing around at the butterflies as she spoke. "But when they finally reach that stage, they rest and soon transform into such a strong, beautiful creature. Their wings symbolize the struggles they had to go through to me. That's why they give me hope. I like to think that if I can make it through my own birds, bats, and storms in life, then I could become something beautiful and strong, too." Her voice held a since of serenity and it seemed like she was glowing with a new light; hope, maybe."- Grapefrost on finding hope in butterflies

| Ratfang - Mooncoat|
|September 2014 - November 2014 | A disgruntled looking tom with a mottled, patched pelt of dirty-looking greys and blacks. His left ear is torn to shreds after an ambush by a large group of rats as an apprentice, hence his name. With a long snout and crooked whiskers, his fierce expression is accentuated by his cold dark grey eyes. Ratfang often stays away from others due to his unsightly appearance, and he tends to keep to himself aside from the occasional rounds when on patrol with others. Although, craving company, he is often seen fooling around with the kits who have little regard for his frightful stature. He is a fiercely loyal tom who battles with his all when the times call for it. He has often proved his valour when defending the clan against rogue attackers and the occasional badger intrusion. He enjoys lounging in the sunlight and despite how little he gets the chance at conversation, he loves to talk. Ratfang is a tad shy, yet he is quite the listener and often offers his shoulder to comfort those in need. He hopes to one day be able to train a capable apprentice in the ways of a warrior, despite not believing in StarClan.

| Feathermoon | Bloodykit |
| November 2014 | December 2014 |
Everybody gets a chance, loose it and you are not trustworthy' That is the motto this she-cat lives by. Feathermoon is a white she-cat with silver eyes and one silver paw. The she-cat is very nice and caring to her clan mates but has a hard time doing it. She was born a kittypet and then ran away when she was about 5-6 moons. She never found a clan until she was old enough to live alone for the rest of her life. Feathermoon is a very trustworthy cat and never lies about anything, she wants to have a mate and kits. She has one sister named Star who is a rouge near the twoleg nests. She spends most of her time in the nursery helping out the Medicine cat or she is found in the Elders den helping then with their den by cleaning up. The she-cat wakes up early to gather moss for the nursery and the elders so they are not grumpy. She is nice all the time but can be very harsh and strong in battle.

|Skyfeather | featherhearts|
| November 2014 - January 2015 |
Skyfeather is a creamy white she-cat with dark brown points and ice blue eyes. She has medium length hair and an extremely bushy tail. She is a young she-cat who is quiet and shy and often keeps her opinions to herself with fear of speaking out. Although Skyfeather is young she is very wise and a trustworthy cat with a sweet and loving natural, but once provoked she can be a dangerous and malicious cat.

| Ashlark | Valkaria|
| January 2015 | March 2015 | Have you ever dangled at the edge of insanity? Have you felt the tendrils of pain creep into your bones, tearing away at the essence of your soul? Have you hung in the balance of life and death, with everything to gain and nothing to lose? Once you can claim these experiences, you can fully sympathize with Ashlark. With a past that left her at death's door more than once, she's become hardened to the ways of the world. Born to a torn family, a gentle sickly mother and abusive father, Ashlark carried a lot of responsibility from her childhood, taking on the role of her mother's protector and guardian, shielding her from her father's blows, using her body as a guard. She was her mother's rock, for emotional and physical support. Her family, exiles from a band of cats not far from the clans, was a front-line of a war. She grew accustomed to tending to her mother, but eventually her strength failed her. Her father's blows got too harsh one night, and she was too hurt to continue shielding her mother. It was soon after that that her mother passed away, both from physical damage and a bad round of greencough. Her grief overwhelmed her, and she fled from her father, seeking a quick way out from her labyrinth of suffering. She stood at the edge of a thunderpath, fully ready to throw herself in front of a monster, but found herself unable to go through with it. She did not return to her father however, instead finding solace within the ranks of Sunclan. She settled in, taking a mate and after a year, found herself expecting kits. She was overjoyed, determined that her kits would have a better childhood than her.However, when her mate was killed in battle, her grief caused her to miscarry. She found herself deteriorating yet again, but refused to give in this time, however much she wanted to. Since then, she has put up fierce guards against the world, refusing to let herself get hurt that way again. Ashlark has become a soldier, fighting for her life in an eternal battle against the cloud of depression. She has lost everything- not once, but twice. And the fact that so much suffering has happened to her, causes her to come off a little rough. She seems task-oriented, stubborn, and shielded, to cats who don't know her. She can push others away, and seem too harsh. But these are her defenses from letting others hurt her again. She is incredibly loyal to Sunclan, for saving her life twice, and would defend it to the death. She is physically beautiful- slightly larger than average, lean and muscular from the constant work she puts in. Her fur is short, black and orange, and her eyes are a pale green. Ashlark may seem almost unwelcoming at times, but she is a trooper- having fought her own monsters twice and prevailed, and for battling her own battle every day, all for the sake of another day in the sunshine..

| Lilyripple | ashestoashes|
|March 2015 | May 2015
Fur as white as snow with grey patches splattered against her body and eyes as blue as an ocean in the sunlight, this she cat is all mystery. Though its easy enough to see her emotion through her eyes, that about the only thing simple about her. No one knows her backstory before the clan, only telling cats her name was Lily and she was alone. Maybe she had some sort of traumatic experience, or perhaps she doesn't remember. either way it is impossible to tell how her life was like before. It seems she is happier living in the clan, being nice to all cats and even motherly towards the youngsters. She is a beautiful cat that has a big heart , although isn't afraid to using her claws if she must. There is an air of clear respect for her, as well as peace helping to calm most cats. Her personality would probably be described as easygoing and happy go lucky, though does things her own way and doesn't care what others think of her. Her only flaws are that she is clumsy and doesn't take authority well at times. Treat her right and she will be as loyal as any cat can be.

| Drizzlefire | amberflame|
|November 2015 | February 2016|
Soft, melodic pats fall to the dry, wanting dirt of the forest floor. The noise is soothing, and lulls all of nature to rest; a drizzle. It cares for the lacking streams and the growing plants, and creates an opportunity for a bit of fun for younger cats. Sometimes, though, a drizzle becomes a downpour--wind whips up, raindrops begin to pelt the earth mercilessly, washing away every scent, and every hint of predator and prey from the forest. Lightning strikes, and fires blaze with the intensity of the sun; thunder growls, and sends full-grown warriors whimpering to their dens. When you think about her, that's how Drizzlefire is. Her medium-length fur is patterned brown tabby, and her eyes are a striking green. She is a caring Clanmate, who would sacrifice anything for her fellow cats. However, Drizzlefire can have a temper, and though it flares occasionally when she is met with intense stress or misbehavior of her Clan, mostly it is the consequence of outsiders threatening her Clan. She becomes the roaring wind, the crackling lightning, the rumbling thunder, and she is unstoppable. Her fighting technique is superior and varied from her travels through different territories with different cats, so when she needs to pull a surprising move, she has plenty to choose from. She also has experience catching many different kinds of prey. Someday, Drizzlefire hopes to find a cat who loves her as much as she loves SunClan, and have some kits of her own, but until then, she'll be content with defending her Clan from anything and everything that becomes a threat.

| Littlemoon | Baewolf |
| February 2016 - April 2016| What seems like should be a sweet little package of purrs and smiles is actually a ticking time bomb. Littlemoon is SunClan born and raised, young for achieving the title she has. A small, nonintimidating body houses this she-cats fiery soul, layers of white fur with a deep almost black chocolate helmet that covers her face, legs, and tail. Two eyes seem to come from two different worlds, one a deep forest green while the other reflects the blue of the sky. It's hard not to be indimiated by the small she-cat when she gives you a certain look, no matter if she has to crane her neck up to meet her opponents eyes. Throughout her Clan, Littlemoon is known for her prowess in battle, her scars are worn like badges that she displays with pride. Not interested in starting a family, Littlemoon doesn't want some mewling kits and a tom mooning over her to effect her duties to her Clan. Though, there may be someone in the future who could change her mind on that, but the outcome is very unlikely.

| Darklily | Baewolf |
| April 2016 | June 2016 |
Death has always been in this she-cats future, weather it's of others or her own. She killed her own mother purely out of rage. Though the Clan does not know of her wrongdoings, Darklily murdered her own mother and the previous deputy, Littlemoon. Her reasons behind it are closed to the Clan, not wanting them to find out about her heritage. Then again, it could come to her advantage one day, her real father having been the DayClan leader, and now her half-sister took his place. Having been trained by the Dark Forest since kithood, Darklily is a deadly weapon and not one you want to get in a fight with. She's swift and fierce. What she lacks for in size and strength she makes up for in speed. Her small body is cloaked in black fur, snowy white splitting her face and coloring her belly and paws. A black patch covers her chin, giving her a regal look. She hold her fathers pale green eyes in large orbs, enchanting any who looks to long and to deep. Darklily has no plans of ever taking a mate due to her half-clan blood line. Her plans are to rid SunClan of anyone of not pure blood, why would she pollute it with her own?

|Timberfall | Baewolf |
|June 2016 - July 2016 |
One day she just appeared on the border of SunClan with nothing but a name, Timber. Not even a scent clung to her pelt besides leaves and windy air. This stark she-cat had no memories of where she came from or how she got to where she was, it was as if she had been asleep the entire time and she woke up when she stepped across the border. Since coming to SunClan she has taken her place among the warriors and proved her worth many times over. Her long legs and large ears make her a gifted hunter and quick on her paws. A thing of beauty, this she-cat is. Her pelt is dappled with fire and shadows, snowy white splitting down from her chin to her belly. Large green eyes hold high spots on her head, giving Timberfall a regal air about her. She's not one to start a fight, but she will finish one if she must. Nobel and loyal, there's nothing this she-cat wouldn't do for her Clan and the cats she loves. In fact, her loyalty and devotion was put to the test one day when she came face to face when Darklily, the former deputy and the murderer of Littlemoon, one of SunClans most beloved. Due to her quick thinking, the Clan was saved from being run by a blood thirsty tyrant who would have caused a holocaust of her own. May it be for better or for worse, Timberfall is now on the path of her name going down in SunClan history. Only time will tell what happens for the warrior.

| Saturnring | ephemeral❥ |
|July 2016 - October 2016|
tiny tom cat, nothing much to look at and not too impressive. Saturnring is a runt of his litter, a litter born within the safety of Sunclan moons ago. He's a tuxedo cat, with black crossing into the white only on his nose and bottom jaw. His monochrome furs are longer than some cats in Sunclan. His eyes are golden, with sunflower hues speckling within them. Saturnring. Growing up, he was a timid tom cat, never crossing any boundaries and always following orders. Saturnring was the victim of bullying throughout his training, and it wasn't until he was in a battle and near death that he gained his newfound bravery. Saturnring is a naturally curious cat, giving him knowledge of various things that he has learned along his journey through life. He is a quick thinker as well, and can come to a decision rather quickly if needed. Saturnring is tender and caring, but also coming into his own when it comes to bravery and selflessness. Everything about him will continue to grow.

| Waxwings | perfidy |
| October 2016 - January 2017|
| Never regret thy fall,/O Icarus of the fearless flight/For the greatest tragedy of all/Is never to feel the burning light.❞ Independence, optimism and determination lead Icarus to fly too close to the sun. Helios' warm embrace proved too much for his wings, made of mere wax, and these admirable traits ended up tossing the idealistic young man into the clutches of a mocking ocean. He flew too far. He dreamed too much. He overestimated the power of his craftsmanship. Waxwings shares much with this legend, but the tom's charm and kind heart making this blind optimism more difficult for the eye to see at first glance. Once he sets his mind to something, he will stop at nothing to achieve it. Mimicking what Icarus may have felt, plummeting towards the earth, looking back up at the cause of his demise, Wax's eyes are large and round, their colour that of the sun. They appear to be luminous, the bright marbled mix of amber and yellow seeming ambitious enough to try and compete with our star itself. Although his thick, feathery coat may resemble wings, they would never be able to support this maine c oon's naturally robust body. Broad shoulders are made to look more subtle with the cloak of silver tabby fur, his dense pelt making him look more chubby than muscular. But do not be fooled by this deceitful cape, because hours of training has made Waxwings quite the warrior. In fact, when you throw creativity, innovation and his impressive knack for 'thinking outside of the box' into the mix, this strong cat seems to be an unstoppable force... Except for the fact that he carries around his own weakness. A little independence, leadership and loyalty never hurt anyone, but under the right circumstances, and if taken too far, they could leave you falling down towards the ocean, wax and plucked feathers trailing at your heels. For Waxwings, the line between optimism, ambition and unrealistic expectations is just a tiny bit more vague. | Mockingbird | Blankslate |
| November 2016 - January 2017
This snowshoe colored she-cat is highly intelligent, so much so that she tends to find the company of others boring. Scoffing at others attempts to impress her, though many have since stopped trying due to her harsh nature of rejections. She grew up with two brothers, both of which she hated and was often picking on and putting down, that or avoiding them like they would give her greencough. The two passed away shortly after they all became apprentices, their foolish nature finally getting them into something their luck couldn't get them out of. Mockingbird didn't morn their loss, though she did go after the fox they had been trying to chase from the territory when they died. Taking the lead on the patrol, the warriors having much more success, though Mockingbird still lost the bottom half of her tail in the fight. She's ruthless and very goal-oriented, chosen to step in when things needed to be done and done quickly but still efficiently.

|Starlingsky | Shipwr3ck |
| March 2017 - March 2017 |
A green-eyed wayward wind wrapped up in a tangle of silken black and white fur, she is a restless spirit forever straining against the constraints of clan and code but nevertheless anchored in place by the love she feels for her children. Born and raised in SunClan, a lust for adventure when she was an apprentice caused her to leave the warrior life to wander as a loner in search of the new excitements she craved, only coming back to the way of life she once knew to raise her kittens in the clan. Strong though the feelings she may hold for her family may be, she often falls short in expressing them, her personal relationships fraught with tension as her restless spirit calls her away to seek out new loves rather than tending to the bonds she has already formed. Always a voice in the back of her head calling out for something new, something more, she seems destined never to be truly satisfied with what good she already has in her life. Fearless to a fault, her sense of adventure has led her into trouble more than once, an assortment of small scars hiding beneath her fur as remnants of her freewheeling existence as a loner before returning to the warrior code. A free bird through and through, her affections are a shooting star destined to burn out as soon as the next tantalizing thing calls out her name.

| Dashingstreak | WarrianaG |
| March 2017 - May 2017 |
Dashingstreak is a blue lynx point that has pale gray fur with a light gray face, light gray paws, and a light gray tail that has a dark gray tip, and dark gray ears and dark gray stripes on his cheeks, paws, legs, and tail. He also has deep blue eyes that are like pools of water. He got his name from both his speed and dashing good looks. He is friendly, active, and sometimes vocal. He is also a kind, caring, loving, and devoted tom who will do just about anything for his clan and clanmates, especially the ones he loves. He has a tendency to worry about his loved ones even to the point of being overprotective of them. The reason for this is because his parents did not really care about him since his two siblings were stillborn. After his birth and seeing their other kits born dead, his mother became depressed while his father always looked at him with scorning, accusing eyes and neither of them really talked to him much, showed him any affection, or even cared about him. When he got older, he knew that he did not want to treat his own kits like that. Dashingstreak does not see things simply as black and white; he also is aware of gray areas and acknowledges that they exist in life, and he does not ignore or deny their existence. He also is openly bisexual and sees the appeal of both genders. Even though Dashingstreak is diplomatic, good at hunting, and is a lover than a fighter, he has no qualms about fighting whenever it is necessary.

|Foxhour | Honeystorm |
| May 2017 - June 2017|
Beware the fox hour. The fox hour, like the witching hour, is the time when demons appear, the time when Foxhour reigns supreme, a true demon at heart. She betrayed her clan for a promise of power, only to leave the place that whispered these honey words, but not before she used her influence as a member to con Deal into attacking his own clanmate, playing the gullible tom for nothing more than her own amusement, with no intention to fufill her end of the deal they made. And when she once again grew bored, lacking the proper pawns to move around at her leisure, she sought out the one she knew would fall prey once again to her silver tongue, a tom who'd made a new name for himself in DayClan, the mask and mantle tom Deal. Sweet words whispered into his ear and he was like clay in her paws, to mold use as she saw fit, leaving another broken promise behind. But he would never be able to rid himself of her, as she wormed her way into his clan silently, keeping him from finally being out of her grasp. And she made her own life their, once again content with these simple minded pawns at her disposal, though she still held onto his strings. He was her most important piece, and she made sure he couldn't leave. He needed an ally, and she was all too happy to oblige, taking her title as his mate, despite the mistrust between them. Kits to keep up the facade, though only half belonged to the DayClan tom, the other half to Sparrowmark, whose life was ruined as a result of this.And they rose together, to power. But then her mate gave up that power, and he left her alone, without the knowledge that she was yet again expecting, to return from exile to his clan. And no one is allowed to leave her grasp, not until they've taken their final breath. And so she returned to her birthplace, nullifying her own exile, hatred in her heart and sweet words on her lips. The black and white tom shall pay for abandoning the ivy eyed demon with a fox pelt. Her thick auburn fur, white chest and underbelly, ebony legs, ears, and ivory tipped plume of a tail will be the last thing Deal shall ever see. Because the fox hour has come, and this time, he won't escape.

| Australcraze | O.M.|
|June 2017 -June 2017 |
You told me once, dear, you really loved me. And no one else could come between. And now you left me, and love another. You've shattered all my dreams." Charismatic, charming, compassionate. A ginger tabby who walks with a significant limp and a loose crooked grin on his face, he approaches the world with a certain kind of air. Kind to those he deems worthy of his affections, he's a quick fire with a slipped trigger. Sassy, confident, and a touch mischievous, he balances his southern drawl with an intelligence unexpected of his person. Enjoying smart conversation with an equally smart individual, he's one not to muddle things of great importance, however, his psyche could be considered a disarray of chaos. Dangerous, unpredictable, emotionally imbalanced. With a history that's as coated in blood as it ever could be, what lurks behind a glinting smile lies a waiting beast, one that has a short temper and merciless wrath. Often reserved for those deemed enemies of he and his chosen ones, he won't resist going down a violent path if the situation calls for it, however, he finds himself incredibly guilty and ashamed after a quick bout of destructive ruckus. Despite it all, what results in such an odd combination is a cowboy like no other and a soldier true to his word. "Maybe we deserve each other. Did ya ever think maybe we're some kind of like, star-crossed souls? Destined? Ya ever think of that? You and me?"

| Valleystep | Newyorkhaze |
| July 2017 - November 2017|
A lithe, light brown tabby she-cat with white paws and green eyes. She is quite slender, though average height, with soft, fluffy fur that adds to her already youthful appearance. Some days, she looks like an overgrown kitten or apprentice, especially when it’s windy and her pelt bristles against the cold. However, that isn’t the only contributing factor. Her eyes are large and thoughtful, shining with a sort of timidity and innocence few cats carry with them into adulthood. Her mother used to say that the gentleness displayed in her optics is a sign that, unlike others, the world hasn’t hardened her heart. “May you never let the cruelty change you and strip away your wonder,” her mother said. At one time, Valleystep felt ashamed of her kit-like shell, but since leaving her old home in the mountains, she has grown to accept her looks. Even so, it remains an insecurity, and Valleystep can’t help but sometimes entertain the idea that such outward docility is a weakness rather than a blessing. When surrounded by great warrior bravado, it can be hard not to feel out of place on occasion. While she is not overtly shy, Valleystep is a quiet feline, preferring to watch and listen than to join in the chatter around camp. If she must speak, it is usually in a hushed voice, so soothing and melodious that one might at first mistake it for the wind. The brown she-cat struggles with confidence, but once she’s made up her mind, there’s no turning back. There are few things she is truly certain about, save for the pawful of virtues she has followed since kithood. Valleystep leads with her heart first and her head second, certain that kindness and sympathy will never forsake her. She is an advocate for mercy, but her biggest concern is always the wellbeing of her clan. She will do whatever she must do to protect SunClan, so long as the action doesn’t compromise her morals entirely, of course. Valleystep may be soft-spoken and reserved, but she does have several deep relationships within the community. She’s not a vocal cat, though she cares for each clanmate in her own way, revealing her true feelings through acts of service or sporadic words of encouragement. After all these moons, SunClan has become her home, born as she was in a small valley on the other side of the mountains. That was how she decided upon her prefix. Drawn to somewhere beyond the comforts of her mother’s commune, a small mossy terrain inhabited by female relatives, the slight she-cat changed her name from Valia to Valley. She knew that wherever she ended up, she could not continue to bare her given name. However, she wanted a reminder of the place she left behind, and thus she chose a word that channeled her past. When Valleystep arrived in SunClan at 10 moons, she trained for 2 moons without the suffix ‘paw,’ only receiving one during her warriors ceremony, much to her surprise and delight. Seasons have passed since she first joined the clan, though she has gone to visit her birthplace before: once, in leaf-fall after the birth of her nephew, Adoniskit. His mother, Valleystep’s sister, gave Adoniskit to the clan, since males were seldom welcome in the commune after a certain age, unless during mating season. Christened Anders, Valleystep renamed him after the yellow flower that grows around the mountains, bestowing the tom with an acceptable clan name while also preserving his heritage.



C0-DEPUTIES
| Silverwing | xxSerenity |
| July 2011 - July 2011|
Silverwing is a medium sized she-cat with a slight form which is disguised by her long fur. She has a broad muzzle and ears which are lightly pointed at the tips. Her fur is long and messy; grooming it is one of Silverwing's least favourite tasks. Her fur is soft and fine, keeping out the bite of the leaf-bare wind when it's cold. Silverwing is silver with black tabby markings rippling through her pelt. Her eyes are glassy green with a hint of hazel at the rims of the irises, and can be almost hypnotic at times. Silverwing isn't the swiftest cats, impeded as she is by her long fur. It is in strategies she excels, for she is a cunning cat with a mind sharp as a claw. She isn't the co-deputy of her Clan for nothing - Silverwing is clever, taking pleasure in creating plans for more efficient hunting, training, and battle stratagems. But she isn't all cleverness and cunning - Silverwing is also a deeply loyal cat, who is very fond of her friends. She is fun to talk to, and is always cracking jokes to make other cats purr, and performing comical tricks for the amusement of her companions. It is easy to get along with this cat for she enjoys listening to other cats talk, listening to them speaking of the things they love. She is genuinely interested in other felines, how they think, what they do. Being a good listener is one of the things she is naturally adept at, as well as her mother training her to be as polite as she possibly could from kithood. That is not to say Silverwing is without faults - though she is usually mellow and mild-tempered, once something has made her angry, it takes a long, long time for her to calm down. She can stay upset about something for literally moons, brooding over it all day, wondering what she could have done to make things different. When she is angry it is difficult for her to control her tongue, and in the past she has hurt cats she cared for with sharp, sarcastic things she never meant to say. Though her rage is terrible, lasts for some time, and poisons her thoughts, she cannot stay angry or bitter at anyone for too long. Silverwing regrets some things she did bitterly. She is trying to learn to keep her temper, to stop herself exploding, but there will always be some, uncontrollable, part of her that will rise at a jibe. Nowadays she tries to clamp her jaws shut to stop herself speaking harshly, but even that doesn't work too well. Silverwing was the only kit in her litter, so her mother and father were very protective for her, and hoped for a great future for their beloved daughter. They taught her to be polite to cats, to offer to do tasks, to stand back and let other cats pass. She loved her parents, and when they passed away, a moon after her receiving her warrior name, she was inconsolable. But soon she learned how to deal with the pain, and though she thinks of them all the time, she is no longer depressed. Silverwing worked hard at becoming a good warrior, training endlessly as an apprentice, annoying her mentor beyond belief. She already had had her heart set upon becoming deputy, and ambition made her heart beat faster as she looked at the leaders of The Clans at every Gathering. When she finally became a warrior, Silverwing was overjoyed. She received her first apprentice quite soon after she received her name, and trained him hard to become a warrior. When Silverwing was chosen as the co-deputy of the Cla, there were some mutterings about this; there were older, more experienced warriors who could have taken the job, but all in all she was a popular choice. Silverwing was delirious with joy - this was what she had worked at all her life, and she had finally achieved her goal! She could hardly stop thanking the leader. It has not been long since she became a co-deputy, and though it is hard at times, and she goes to sleep at moonrise only to wake just before dawn, she loves being co-deputy of SunClan. There is no better way for her to serve her Clan than help run it. One may ask: does this cat who focused her life on becoming deputy of her Clan have any hopes for kits of her own? If you asked Silverwing this, she would shrug and laugh. In truth, she hasn't ever considered having kits of her own. She's always put her Clan first, with no thoughts of even a mate. Silverwing is 20 moons old, has no mate or crush, and no living kin.

| Mudnight | catlover1023 |
| October 2011 - December 2011|
A black and brown tom with white paws and ear tips and glowing blue eyes. He is quiet and shy to those he doesn't know, but if you are is friend or part of his family, then he as bouncy as a bee and plays like a kit. He loves to have fun and play but he can't help it that he gets a little shy around others. He has one sister, Magicsong, who was named Magic as a loner by their mother and father and he was named Night. They lived together with their parents for a while until on their third moon. Their mother and father said they were going hunting and for them not leave the den. So they sat there for the whole, waiting for food until their growling bellies got the best of them. Night and Magic went out to find them and found out from someone who was watching nearby named Splashstem that while they were hunting, they began to argue and then their mother had turned away from his father, and he killed their mother in anger and cold blood. Mudnight hates his father to this day and won't rest until he knows how it feels to lose someone that you actually love. He loves to play, talk, swim, climb, run and his sister. He hates battling, even though he loves the rush feeling in it, hunting at night and his father. He does want to meet that special someone. He doesn't mind kits so it would be up to his mate if she wanted some or not.

| Leadbelly | Fallenredemption |
|January, 2012 - May 2012 |
Breath in breath out breath in breath out. Leadbelly repeated this motion for a few minutes, his heart still pounded violently in his chest. The rancid breath of the snuffling hound wreathed around him in his hiding place beneath the holly bush, the mutt was sure to find him any moment now! His mind screamed for him to run but he remained still and quiet trying desperately to not smell of fear. The hounds wrinkled face drooped as his nose remained plastered to the ground, every now and then he raised his muzzle into the sky and bellowed into the air to let his two legs know where he was. Leadbelly searched desperately for a way out, but how could he escape the dog? The dog finally turned its back to him, he was upwind time to make a break for it! Leadbelly dashed from beneath the holly bush and pelted for a tall tree that he could climb up. What happened next seemed to go by in a slowed blurr...The hound whipped around and snapped it's jaws, saliva spewed from it's large floppy lips as it snarled wildly at the cat and charged after it. A two-leg stumbled out of the bushes followed by another, the first one held a shiny black stick in his hand. A loud crack shot into the air and Leadbelly suddenly felt fire spread throughout his whole body, the metallic scent of blood filled his nose. Had the dog gotten him? No. The two-leg's stick shot fire right into his belly as he was climbing the tree. So now you know the story of how Leadbelly came to acquire his name. He lived of course, but that bullet still remains within him, a cruel reminder of the darkness of two-legs. Since Leadbelly's unfortunate accident his hatred for two-legs will always be ever present in his mind. Seeing the sight of the pale faced creatures make a hot rage of fury bubble within his heart. Leadbelly is loyal and strong-willed, at times head-strong but always putting others before himself. His fighting skills are keen but do to his rather large size and broad shoulders he is not exactly the best hunter, he would rather be training or patrolling then hunting. He is quick in battle and always a step ahead of his opponent, he has to be to survive. This cat has never really showed a real interest in love but one day a certain she-cat will probably snag his attention. Leadbelly aspires to lead SunClan one day, his even-mind and fair judgment are good qualities to have in a leader. Though most of the time he is serious about his duties as a warrior he has been known to tell a few breath catching jokes in his time, he needs a good laugh once in a while. He has been pushed since kithood to be a good warrior, though he doesn't mention it and is ashamed to say, when he was an apprentice he was actually trained for a while in the Dark Forest by a cat named Glassshatter. He really taught Leadbelly all he knows about fighting. But Leadbelly cut off the training when he knew he was heading down the wrong path, he could feel a light tugging at his heart that he couldn't shake. He knew StarClan had better plans for him. His life had been shaky from the start, his parents died when he was young and he was an only sibling. He tried to find friends but driven slightly mad by grief and having given up on speaking for a while it was hard. He found his comfort in training and hunting. He was never really comfortable around she-cats, he seemed a bit off and awkward which only added to his depression. But when he became a warrior all of that changed. He thrived in his duties and soon he was promoted to Co-Deputy. He was joyed to be trusted with such a job. Now he fights,hunts, and breaths for his clan. He will be loyal to it forever and hopes he can be ranked among the great leaders of the past. Well as said before Leadbelly is a large broad shouldered tom with sleek smoky grey fur and shocking blue-green eyes that you could stare into for years.

| Tealeaf | blossomlight |
| May 2012 - June 2012|
Flawless golden brown fur, intense deep blue eyes that have an eerie glow, and the most adorable english accent! This stern she-cat isn't afraid to say what she's thinking when she's thinking it. There are some rumors going around that she was once from anohter clan but she got sent away for commiting a crime. The rumor changes every time and some of them are just obssured! None of them are true of course but they were possibly started because of her mean attitude when you first meet her. But as you get to know her she is a kind, tender, loving she-cat. Her intentions are always good and for the better of the clan. She never stops thinking of ways to help others but she does enjoy insulting her brother and sister teasingly of course. They all love each other more than anything but you may not be able to tell at first glance. Tealeaf loves the smell of herbs, sometimes her friend who's a kittypet brings her herbs from the twoleg's house that smell so fresh. She likes it when her sister, Meadowlark sings but it can get on her nerves. She hopes one day a tom will see through her tough disguise and make it to her heart wich is warm and generous.

|Owlhoot | Ashenfate|
| July 2012 - September 2012|
Pain and beauty all mingled into one cat. This long haired calico she-cat has been through much hardship and pain throughout her life. Owl was born a loner, her mother took care of her until she became the age of apprentice, then was told it was her turn to go out into the cruel world alone. Scared, Owl did so, but soon she stumbled across a strikingly handsome tom. The large eyed she-cat instantly fell in love with him, and soon found out she was expecting his kits. Happily she announced it to him, and he left her without much care after that. With a broken heart, the heavily pregnant she-cat went on her way, alone in the world once more. Her hopes had vanished, and it was growing harder and harder to take care of herself and the kits growing inside her. Her stomach was rounding even more, and she was growing weaker. One late night, there was no moon shining, she gave birth to three healthy, and beautiful kits. Owl became rather attached to them, as they were the only thing she had left to love. Though, not very soon after they had opened her eyes, she was asleep one day, far too weak to stay awake at the time, her kittens had wondered off. They perished by a badger, and Owl never forgave herself. Some how she managed to get through it and still live, and she came across AshClan. The clan gladly took her in, and let her stay with the other kits of the clan who needed the she-cat's milk, as she was a cat who could no longer give the milk her body produced to her own kits. Owl grieved in the clan's nursery for a very long time, then one day she was out in the forest, brooding in her thoughts. Rogue cats attacked her, but there was a cat there to save her. Mudstar saved her, and that was the day she also fell in love once more. It became a forbidden love. Owl began to see the leader in secret, and with each day she fell even further for the tom. Finally, one day she confessed her love, and her heart then swelled with so much love, because he then confessed his for her as well. Owl then had to made the decision to leave AshClan, and the kits that she was taking care of. Sadly, she left Blissfulpayne, a young blind she-cat, and her kittens. Owl felt bad for this choice, but she had to be where she knew she would belong. She told Embracestar that she was leaving, and the leader grew angry with her. Sadened, Owl fled from the clan, and came to SunClan, where Mudstar welcomed her with a warm heart. That was the day she told him she was expecting kits, and they both seemed to swell with even more love for each other.

| Crescentdawn | *Jaypaw*|
| September 2012 - November 2012|
Imagine snow, a wide stretch of snow over open plains. Now on that snow stretched plain, imagine stripes of ashes. Then on the snow stretched plain with the stripes of fallen ash imagine long shadows, shadows that are dark and black. Then you see the gleam of green, forest green with yellow spirals, like a golden leaf spiraling to the ground in front of a background of a green forest. Now imagine all of this on a cat. Green forest, yellow swirl eyes, and a striped plain on snow white fur. She has a plume of a grey-white tail with a black tip. On her ears are tufts of grey. When most cats see her that is what they describe, and this is just six words that describes how she is. Determined, Strong,Compassionate,Even Tempered, and Wise. Six words that describe this she-cat, six words that mean everything to her. Crescentdawn has led a simple life, born in Sunclan as a kit withe her brother, Scorchfrost. Well, like most cat's her mother and father died when she was an apprentice. Then trained as an apprentice and was as happy as anyone when she recieved her warrior name. Then she was given the title Co-Deputy, She always thought she was kind of a follower, and not the leader. She always has worked hard to be the best cat she could possible be, never thinking that would lead to deputyship. She still feels weird, when she see's the flash of respect in other cats eyes, and to be talked to respectfully.She was the one who always talked to others respectfully. She always had her eyes on the ground, and now that had to change. She has always been such a compassionate she-cat, she was always determined to feed, and protect the clan that she loves. Even as a young warrior, she has a lot of experience and she is quite wise in certain categories. Now that she is older, she tries to be more serious. She still likes to be humorous, when it is needed and when she think's a little joke is necessary. With her wide eyes, they seem to melt you.Even when shes gone she still seems to be in your mind. When she talks her soft voice, has a small edge. A edge that makes you remember her the next time your going to do something bad. She has some toms tripping over their paws to get to her but, she turns them down softly. She has to admit, that she was always a flirtatious she-cat when she first became a warrior. Now she has matured, and she wants to find a mate that actually loves her instead of tripping over their paws over her beauty. One of her bestfriends if Owlhoot, they had always spent time together, talking. Crescentdawn always went to Owlhoot for help, for advice. Still to this day she goes to Owlhoot for help and advice. Theres nothing wrong with a little help in times of need. Still to this day she is surprised that she was chosen to become Co-Deputy with her lack of Leadership skills.

| Mudnight | Catlover1023 |
|November 2012 - November 2012|
A black and brown tom with white paws and ear tips and glowing blue eyes. He is quiet and shy to those he doesn't know, but if you are is friend or part of his family, then he as bouncy as a bee and plays like a kit. He loves to have fun and play but he can't help it that he gets a little shy around others. He had one sister, Magicsong,who is deceased and also, who was named Magic as a loner by their mother and father while he was named Night. They lived together with their parents for a while until on their third moon. Their mother and father said they were going hunting and for them not to leave the den. So they sat there for the whole day, waiting for food until their growling bellies got the best of them. Night and Magic went out to find them and found out from someone who was watching nearby named Splashstem that while they were hunting. Splashstem had said that they began to argue and then their mother had turned away from his father, and he killed their mother in anger, fury, and cold blood. Mudstar hates his father to this day. He loves to play, talk, swim, climb, and run. He hates battling, even though he loves the rush feeling in it, hunting at night and his father. He did want to meet that special someone until he did, or at least thought he did, in SummerClan. He started off in Summerclan as a warrior by the name of Mudrain, and almost as soon as he joined, he hit it off with a she-cat named Lunarmoon. He couldn't ever imagine leaving Summerclan when he and his mate were expecting kits. But his mate died giving birth to only one tom kit who shunned his father. Mudnight left Summerclan with a broken heart and set mind. He went to Sunclan to be with his sister, Magicsong, and was happy there. He changed his name to Mudnight to forget all of the pain back from SummerClan. He changed his name to Mudnight to forget all of the pain back from SummerClan. He still remembers the day he became co-deputy of Sunclan along with the day he became deputy. He served under Silverstar for many moons and loved the expierence he had with her. He developed a crush on Silverstar that she never knew about until after she was killed. When Silverstar brought in a kittypet by the name of Shade and let him become a warrior with the name Goldenclaw, Silverstar, Mudnight and Leadbelly, the co-deputy at the time, didn't trust him at all. There distrust rang true one night when Goldenclaw attacked the camp. The fight was quick but deadly. Goldenclaw almost killed Mudstar and two of his followers killed Silverstar. In his grief and rage, Mudstar came very close to killing the traitor but was stopped by his own mind that wouldn't let him kill the traitor. Mudstar fell in grief over Silverstar for the next moon and never talked to anyone until he promoted Whirlbird as his deputy. Whirlbird was a great help and made Sunclan strong again. Then Mudstar met Owlhoot, an ex-Ashclan she-cat who was able to tug on his broken heart strings and make him feel happy. Even though his love for her was forbidden, they made it through and Owlhoot joined SunClan while expecting their kits. He knows that if he were to lose Owlhoot, he would never speak of love again. His first deputy was Whirlbird, then Tealeaf, then his mate, Owlhoot. Tealeaf was also his first Co-deputy. He stepped down with all of his nine lives and Owlhoot, who was deputy, had became Owlstar. They have 5 kits, 2 adopted and 3 full-blood, Echochirp and Luminosityshimmer, and Foxface, Sunblaze, and Shiningkit. He and Owlhoot don't plan on having more and he fears that she won't get all of her nine lives with his still all in contact.

|Ottershade - Avalonsoul567|
|November 2012 - May 2013|
The dark, shadowy parts of life are his best friend. He's always been hiding in the darkest places, mumbling to himself and keeping secrets. This tom is quite mysterious, sometimes seeming to evaporate into thin air; to disappear within the blink of an eye. This tom goes by one name and one name only- Ottershade. His pelt is the same thin, slick, water repelling material of an otter's, and the same shade of one as well. It's a dark brown, almost black, that blends in effortlessly with the shadows. Ottershade prefers to keep to himself, giving others icy glares and mocking sneers. But, he converses with others every once in a while, and if you receive that privilidge, it's a great one to have. What might seem like a cruel, bloodthirsty savage on the outside happens to be a kind, gentle creature within. Ottershade was born a rouge, the seclusion forcing him to become painfully quiet and lonesome. The handsome tom, named Shadow at the time, grew tired of being a rouge quickly, and sought after a new life in the clans. He joined Sunclan, it being the clan closest to him and the least hostile-looking. He joined the clan and received the name Ottershade, named after his startling resemblance to the animal and for his stone-faced demeanor. Even though I said he was a gentle creature earlier, you don't want to mess with Ottershade. He gets easily offended, and will lash out at you every once in a great while. But, that is only if you make the first move. He's quite a gentleman, always offering to help out if he sees a chance to, and courteous to everyone, especially she-cats and elders. Ottershade is deviously handsome, his extremely attractive ocean-blue eyes soothing and comforting, especially the most difficult of times. He's a place to return for revival; for healing and restoration. This tom's gentle yet wise words perfect for healing in the exact place you need it. Even if Ottershade is intimidatingly fearsome-looking, do not be afraid of this gentle beast. Well, that is if you haven't done anything to get on his bad side. If you have on the other hand, be afraid. Be very

|Mambastep | randomkitty333 |
|May 2013 - July 2013|
Like a flash of black lighting, the mamba is as quick as a flash of light. The glimmer on its shimmering black scales. Well, there is another creature that haunts the woods that is called upon as Mambastep. It is black as night, although the breast of this proud creature is dappled white and eyes of chartreuse. Quick as the snake is, sly and silent as it creeps, and as beautiful as it can get. But this is a cat, a glorious tom cat who serves his duty well. Born to two midnight cats, one beautiful as sunlight and another dull. He was born an only child, a family of midnight pelts and lemon green and yellow eyes. His trio of a family moved often, around and about, slippery like water, impossible to catch. Until fire caught up, it licked their tails and burnt their heels. They were staying in an old red barn that was peeling of paint, once was most likely a glorious barn when knew. They feasted upon barn mice and slept in warm hay. They hid in the thick, lush, sweet smelling hay when the farmer came in to feed the animals, the mustang wild and mares’ subtle. The cows mooing and flicking their tails around at the flies. Pigs in pens, oinking and moving about like wasps whose nest were knocked down. The chickens were out in their small two-leg den, sleeping in hay filled nests in clusters- but the cats knew better to mess with what belonged to the two-legs. But the farmer man’s son, who was only a young man, came in late to do chores he put off but what caught and told to do. He rushed his way through them, hastily chucking hay into stables, putting the pitchfork off to the side without much care. Dumping seed into pens and leaving the bag of food on the ground, leaning to the side and spilling the seed for mice. But, he left the oil lamp on its nail hook. A gust of warm summer air came and encouraged the flames to lick up at the wood post. It did just so, burning the barn down with it. Making sure their child got out alive, Mambasstep’s parents disappeared in the rubble and their bodies never found. Mamba, a young child, was in despair; the only thing he could do was run, or all he could think of anyways. His born name was Mamba, and he cherished it. He came upon Lithium. This group of cats was well organized and more stable then his life ever was. Finding it safe and warm, not to mention he was mentally unstable from the loss of his parents. They took in the kit as their own, he may not have had any parents or friends, but over time he made friends. Not many though, some not here today. He worked up to the position of hunter, he fought and hunted and worked for Lithium. He shows no interest in she-cats or kits, his only priority was his group. He is often quiet and serious, he is sly and sober. Most cats don’t want to be around him; they respect him but fear his serious personality as a working one, one that does not have a personal fun life. But, he does not mind. He has nearly to no interest in she-cats, not that he dislikes them or anything. He just isn't ready for a mate or kits. Who knows when he ever will be either. As soon as he became hunter, he became Commander. He became the second in command of Lithium. He looked up to the Exhalted and worked his hardest to make Lithium Better. But quickly after he became Commander, Lithium crumbled to the ground. A huge war waged out amongst the clans. At least three of the clans died out, although Mamba never bothered to remember. What he did remember was that two of the Revolutionary groups died too. One of them just happened to be his beloved Lithium. He was one of the few survivors. He hasn't a clue if any of his clans mates survived, but he will admit he doubted it. Mamba became a loner. Wandering about and avoiding contact with the clans. He despised the other Revolutionary groups that didn't help Lithium. But one day when he was running from his past, just like he used to when he was a kit, he was found again. This time around the clan called itself Sunclan. They persuaded the large raven tom to join. Finally, he caved in and joined as a warrior. After seeing his amazing skills, they named him Mambastep. He was strong, thanks to his size. But his key points were his speed. Like his namesake, he was fast. He wasn't very enthusiastic about being a Sunclan warrior, brought back to many sad memories. When he first joined he avoided everybody and didn't like to talk. He didn't want to get close to the Sunclan cats like he did with the Lithium cats. But they broke his barrier. They cracked open his shell and peered inside at the contexts. Mambastep finally began to open up to the other cats. Then one day, he remembers it clearly because it was a repeat of his past. He was called by the Deputy. The previous leader of Sunclan had recently passed away and the positions of all the higher ranked cats moved up, leaving the lowest of these ranks-the Co-Deputy, open. He knew what would happen. he would be called with a few other cats and they would do a number of things. This time around it was different. As they were about to go hunting, a small she-kit cried for help. Her name was Trufflekit. She got herself stuck in an old dead tree. His competition leaped into the tree, but he frightened the kit and herded her higher up. Mambastep couldn't get into the tree because his weight would have caused the tree to fall apart. Mambastep used his skills in persuasion to coax the kit to not move. Just as the tom in the tree reached for her, she fell. His instincts took control and he leaped forward and caught her. This action was very dangerous due to the fact that the branch she was on fell on top of him. He got stabbed in the shoulder and nearly paralyzed his rear legs. But he was lucky it didn't hit the nerve to hard and his legs recovered quickly. After this traumatic event, he was then offered the position of Co-Deputy. His first thought was to reject it. He didn't want to cause anything bad. But then decided that he didn't want to want anything bad to happen again. Therefore, he took the position gratefully and swore to protect Sunclan with his life. So far...he hasn't failed.

|Furzewool | Secretkit|

A solid white tom of immense proportions and dark, slender limbs. His pleasant demeanor is often disturbed by that of his sister Wynterqueen's, who is rather negative in times of trouble and danger. Known to be quite the hunter even though it's hard for him to camouflage in the underbrush of the forest during every season but winter. Juniper blue eyes are the source of all of his emotions; Furzewool can be read like a book. Tall and proud, handsome and strong, this tom is the epitome of peace and is determined to love and live as though he will never see another day. Broad shoulders display the tom as being an extremely powerful and formidable opponent in battle, should he choose to fight in the countless battles between his Clan and the others. A hulking form when seen from the shadows, Furzewool hopes to become a role model to many apprentices and mentor to several.

| Pyrefeather | obliviate |
| February 2014 - June 2014|
As a phoenix rises from the ashes, Pyrefeather's story originates from a forest fire. The separation of his family due to an uncontrolled fire gives him his name; he keeps it to remember why he's living, and the things he must never forget. Even after the tragedy, this dark-grey tom does not let the bitterness take hold of him. In fact, it's made him more wary, more afraid, and more reckless in a sense. He willingly dives into danger to help others, and he often gets in trouble for being too headstrong and too quick to move into battle. His large size and fluffy fur may create an impression of a large, towering, oppressive character, but he is far from it. In fact, he's often seen lazing around the camp, making jokes and teasing the others in a good-mannered sort of way. His amber eyes are lit with a fire of passion and a welcoming warmth. He rarely speaks how he feels, and hides his emotions from others, afraid that it will make him vulnerable. Alas, this makes him prone to miscommunication and undertones of hostility. A decent fighter and decent hunter, he makes do with what he has, and his main goal in life is to protect the ones he loves.

|Ratfang | Mooncoat|
|August 2014 - September 2014|
A disgruntled looking tom with a mottled, patched pelt of dirty-looking greys and blacks. His left ear is torn to shreds after an ambush by a large group of rats as an apprentice, hence his name. With a long snout and crooked whiskers, his fierce expression is accentuated by his cold dark grey eyes. Ratfang often stays away from others due to his unsightly appearance, and he tends to keep to himself aside from the occasional rounds when on patrol with others. Although, craving company, he is often seen fooling around with the kits who have little regard for his frightful stature. He is a fiercely loyal tom who battles with his all when the times call for it. He has often proved his valour when defending the clan against rogue attackers and the occasional badger intrusion. He enjoys lounging in the sunlight and despite how little he gets the chance at conversation, he loves to talk. Ratfang is a tad shy, yet he is quite the listener and often offers his shoulder to comfort those in need. He hopes to one day be able to train a capable apprentice in the ways of a warrior, despite not believing in StarClan.

|Feathermoon | Bloodykit|
|November 2014 - November 2014|
Everybody gets a chance, loose it and you are not trustworthy' That is the motto this she-cat lives by. Feathermoon is a white she-cat with silver eyes and one silver paw. The she-cat is very nice and caring to her clan mates but has a hard time doing it. She was born a kittypet and then ran away when she was about 5-6 moons. She never found a clan until she was old enough to live alone for the rest of her life. Feathermoon is a very trustworthy cat and never lies about anything, she wants to have a mate and kits. She has one sister named Star who is a rouge near the twoleg nests. She spends most of her time in the nursery helping out the Medicine cat or she is found in the Elders den helping then with their den by cleaning up. The she-cat wakes up early to gather moss for the nursery and the elders so they are not grumpy. She is nice all the time but can be very harsh and strong in battle.

|Skyfeather | featherhearts|
|November 2014 - December 2014|
Skyfeather is a creamy white she-cat with dark brown points and ice blue eyes. She has medium length hair and an extremely bushy tail. She is a young she-cat who is quiet and shy and often keeps her opinions to herself with fear of speaking out. Although Skyfeather is young she is very wise and a trustworthy cat with a sweet and loving natural, but once provoked she can be a dangerous and malicious cat.

|Lilyripple | ashestoashes|
|January 2015 - March2015|
Fur as white as snow with grey patches splattered against her body and eyes as blue as an ocean in the sunlight, this she cat is all mystery. Though its easy enough to see her emotion through her eyes, that about the only thing simple about her. No one knows her backstory before the clan, only telling cats her name was Lily and she was alone. Maybe she had some sort of traumatic experience, or perhaps she doesn't remember. either way it is impossible to tell how her life was like before. It seems she is happier living in the clan, being nice to all cats and even motherly towards the youngsters. She is a beautiful cat that has a big heart , although isn't afraid to using her claws if she must. There is an air of clear respect for her, as well as peace helping to calm most cats. Her personality would probably be described as easygoing and happy go lucky, though does things her own way and doesn't care what others think of her. Her only flaws are that she is clumsy and doesn't take authority well at times. Treat her right and she will be as loyal as any cat can be.

|Tearydrizzle | *Hollypaw*|
|February 2015 - May 2015|
She has a slim figure, silver-and-black fur, and brilliant blue eyes. She has a scar running across her flank on her left side and right across one of her eyes. She is blind in one eye. Tearydrizzle's a fighter. She always has been. Her loyalty has never wavered, even for a moment. She doesn't see why cats fall in love with someone from another group. She's the product of two disloyal cats. Her mother was born into MoonClan, her father was a SunClan warrior. When she was a very young kit, her mother decided to give her to SunClan. Her sister stayed in MoonClan. She often felt bitter, growing up. Most would assume she wouldn't remember that day, being so young. But she did. She remembers the day her mother gave her up. She might not remember why she was chosen, but she remembers feeling lonely and crying. Originally her name had been Sunkit, but when that day it changed to Tearykit because she was crying for her mother to come back. When she was an apprentice, she got her first scar: a long, jagged, Line across her chest. She could've easily died, had the claws of the other cat gone any deeper. It took moons for her to recover. In the time she was recovering, she thought she'd want to become a medicine cat. Memorizing herbs cane naturally to her and she almost asked to change her mentor, so she could learn healing. However, when she was well enough and she was allowed outside of camp, she realized she wanted to be a warrior. It was her first battle, other than the one she got her scar in, that made her realize it. It took her a few moons longer than her denmates to become a warrior, but it was a great day when she finally earned her full name.A few moons after she'd been a warrior, she found out she was expecting kits. She felt joy, for the one cat whom she had loved, Seafur, was the father. Not long after the kits where born, a battle was taken to the camp. Primial Instinct had attacked, and taken over the camp. She lost half of her sight in that battle. Seafur lost his life. After they'd lost the battle, Rosedestiny (whom had been Medicine Cat, at the time) was killed in cold blood because she had stood up for herself and her clan. Acronflower, a young warrior, had gone over to the other side. In order to prove her loyalty to the group of killers, she had to kill. And it was one of her kits who had lost their life. She was devastated. By the time they where free'd from the rule of the Primial Insinct leader, all three of her kits where dead and she wouldn't have survived the greif, if her mate and kits hadn't told her she needed to live, for them.

|Griffendance | tears|
|May 2015 - July 2015|
Almost everyone knows what a griffin is, a creature with a tail, and back legs of a lion and wings, talons, and the head of an eagle. Some might say its a little weird looking other will say that the griffin magnificent and beautiful. With a brown and black tabby pelt with bright yellow eyes and white paws this tabby/bengal mix she-cat is not one to strike others a magnificent. She looks like any ordinary cat is quite possible is, but she carries a few secrets and tricks up her sleeve. Griffindance was born on a farm and trained to hunt and kill mice out of the fields and the barn. She was the best out of all of her siblings, and then one day her "two-legs" moved and her family and her were trapped and taken to the town shelter. Lucky for her she was able to escape before they could spay her, but her luck ran a bit short. So after her nifty escape she was hit by a bike and her back left leg and tail were broke. Her tail had to be amputated , and her leg never healed quite right so it sticks out at a strange angle. The young she cat made another escape and this time she made to the wood on three legs and a stubby tail. At first she was a bit clumsy and awkward when she hunted, but then she realized that swimming helped losen up the muscles on her back leg making her a bit more nimble. But the thing Griffendance is the know for in the loner world is that she saved three kittens from an owl, they say she jumped up and brought the owl down killing it with one blow. As a trophy she carries around a wing feather form the owl she killed, but she never gloats about her stunning kill. Now you might think because of her leg she wouldn't be able to jump like that, but her exercise in the water helped her get her leg almost back to full function.Griffindance still has some balance issues, who needs to climb when you live in a world where you swim more than you walk. Once apart of Sunclan Griffindance proved herself multiple times, to where she was asked to become the leaders second hand man. She is an amazing hunter and a deadly fighter when it comes to battle. Griffindance would do anything to keep her clan safe and healthy.

|Poppysong | Paogirl18|
|July 2015 - November 2015|
Popppysong has dazzling red fur that's just as thick. The she-cat holds sparkling mint green eyes that catch much attention. She is a graceful and strong she-cat with true intentions. She is almost like a flower swaying in a breeze with her grace. She is strong in battles but can be gentle with the apprentices when she is sparing with them. Poppysong is both gentle and firm in her teachings and hopes to have an apprentice of her own. She enjoy fighting but not hunting. Her bravery comes from when she was younger and was picked on for not being brave enough to climb on top of the nursery. Now she faces everything head on but still thinks smartly about her actions so as to not to run into unnecessary danger. She is not by any means a quiet cat and will go out of her way to make friends with others. Poppysong is not one to go against her word. If she said that she'd catch four mice then she will. Sparring is her favorite pass time and can always be found at the training field. So she can often be found volunteering to go on patrol in hopes that their be a territory trespassing or a fight of some sorts. Though she is one for losing her temper easily. So if they're escorting a trespasser back to camp and the trespasser starts talking smack, then Poppysong will get into a fury and wether verbally or physically attack back. This goes with her own clan mates as well but she tends to go off to the training field before it escalates into a full on fight.Her mate is Slashclaw of NightClan.

|Littlemoon | Baewolf|
|November 2015 | February 2016|
What seems like should be a sweet little package of purrs and smiles is actually a ticking time bomb. Littlemoon is SunClan born and raised, young for achieving the title she has. A small, nonintimidating body houses this she-cats fiery soul, layers of white fur with a deep almost black chocolate helmet that covers her face, legs, and tail. Two eyes seem to come from two different worlds, one a deep forest green while the other reflects the blue of the sky. It's hard not to be indimiated by the small she-cat when she gives you a certain look, no matter if she has to crane her neck up to meet her opponents eyes. Throughout her Clan, Littlemoon is known for her prowess in battle, her scars are worn like badges that she displays with pride. Not interested in starting a family, Littlemoon doesn't want some mewling kits and a tom mooning over her to effect her duties to her Clan. Though, there may be someone in the future who could change her mind on that, but the outcome is very unlikely.

| Saturnring | ephemeral❥|
|June 2016 - July 2016|
tiny tom cat, nothing much to look at and not too impressive. Saturnring is a runt of his litter, a litter born within the safety of Sunclan moons ago. He's a tuxedo cat, with black crossing into the white only on his nose and bottom jaw. His monochrome furs are longer than some cats in Sunclan. His eyes are golden, with sunflower hues speckling within them. Saturnring. Growing up, he was a timid tom cat, never crossing any boundaries and always following orders. Saturnring was the victim of bullying throughout his training, and it wasn't until he was in a battle and near death that he gained his newfound bravery. Saturnring is a naturally curious cat, giving him knowledge of various things that he has learned along his journey through life. He is a quick thinker as well, and can come to a decision rather quickly if needed. Saturnring is tender and caring, but also coming into his own when it comes to bravery and selflessness. Everything about him will continue to grow.

|Illicit-trade | eggsy|
|July 2016 | October 2016|
To sacrifice one life for the good of many is not an unfamiliar concept to Illicit-trade. He murdered his half-sister, his closest friend, only to prevent her tyrannical reign from wiping out the Clan. It changed him. He was once the chivalrous prince, known for his indiscriminate compassion and his willingness to stand by a complete stranger on their darkest days. There was not an ounce of hatred in him, even when he learned the secret that had been kept from him throughout his childhood. His mother, Drizzlefire, the former leader, had left him to believe that Cricketchorus was his father. However, Illicit-trade never did have a relationship with the man; and upon learning the identity of his biological father, his life and his family felt complete. For a short while. His half-sister, Darklily, the former deputy, did not share his love for their father, Deal, though Illicit-trade did not recognise the extent of her hatred. Blinded by his love for the deputy, Illicit-trade only learned of her plans when it was too late. By then, his loyalty was torn between Darklily and SunClan. Despite promising her that he would stand by her until the end, Illicit-trade took the life of the deputy before anyone else could. He believed that it was his duty, as her brother, to bring her peace. Since then, for fate is one for irony and any twisted humour akin to it, Illicit-trade has never felt peace or anything synonymous with the word. His forest green eyes are devoid of the warmth that once defined them and his black-and-white fur grows more unkempt by the day. His remarkably tall, muscular form is rarely without fresh wounds, for he does not care what happens to him. He cares only for the lives that he has sworn to protect, and the list grows with every damsel in distress that he meets

|Yawningscript | Blankslate|
|October 2016 - November 2016|
One's mind is like a puzzle. It's incomprehensible in it's fullest capacity, the best one can do being to put together the smaller parts, the whole image most likely never to be put together fully. Then there are those who one might never even discover all the pieces for, the count of the pieces outside their knowledge. Yawningcrypt falls into the later category, a puzzle so vast, a picture so obscured, that not even the most senior at dealing with others minds and motives could piece it together. He was born a lazy little thing, small and compact he had the makings of a good warrior but seemed more interested in sleeping in every spot possible than in training with the other apprentices. His chartreuse eyes half lidded, though if one assumed they're half-lidded because tiredness they would be wrong. Yawningcrypt's eyes are half lidded because his thoughts are always in motion, he's always keeping an eye on everything going on behind the scenes. While 'sleeping' he was actually listening to the other apprentice's gossip and stealing their knowledge as his own. Yawningcrypt is rather relaxed in nature but he's not lazy, or so he says; always moving things around behind the scenes, saving his big moves for the safety of the shadows. Even when in rest his mind tumbles through scenarios and the puzzles that are others, working things out to how he can use current events to his best advantage. While brilliant, manners aren't his strong point, even pretending is beyond him, which leaves many others aggravated with the rude tom. Not one to sugarcoat things or watch his tongue he can be the cause of many disputes and upsets. Though such things are beyond even his notice, he's probably moved on to find himself a new spot for a nap.

|Mockingbird | Blankslate|
|November 2016 - January 2017|
This snowshoe colored she-cat is highly intelligent, so much so that she tends to find the company of others boring. Scoffing at others attempts to impress her, though many have since stopped trying due to her harsh nature of rejections. She grew up with two brothers, both of which she hated and was often picking on and putting down, that or avoiding them like they would give her greencough. The two passed away shortly after they all became apprentices, their foolish nature finally getting them into something their luck couldn't get them out of. Mockingbird didn't morn their loss, though she did go after the fox they had been trying to chase from the territory when they died. Taking the lead on the patrol, the warriors having much more success, though Mockingbird still lost the bottom half of her tail in the fight. She's ruthless and very goal-oriented, chosen to step in when things needed to be done and done quickly but still efficiently.

| Dashingstreak | WarrianaG|
|January 2017 - March 2017|
Dashingstreak is a blue lynx point that has pale gray fur with a light gray face, light gray paws, and a light gray tail that has a dark gray tip, and dark gray ears and dark gray stripes on his cheeks, paws, legs, and tail. He also has deep blue eyes that are like pools of water. He got his name from both his speed and dashing good looks. He is friendly, active, and sometimes vocal. He is also a kind, caring, loving, and devoted tom who will do just about anything for his clan and clanmates, especially the ones he loves. He has a tendency to worry about his loved ones even to the point of being overprotective of them. The reason for this is because his parents did not really care about him since his two siblings were stillborn. After his birth and seeing their other kits born dead, his mother became depressed while his father always looked at him with scorning, accusing eyes and neither of them really talked to him much, showed him any affection, or even cared about him. When he got older, he knew that he did not want to treat his own kits like that. Dashingstreak does not see things simply as black and white; he also is aware of gray areas and acknowledges that they exist in life, and he does not ignore or deny their existence. He also is openly bisexual and sees the appeal of both genders. Even though Dashingstreak is diplomatic, good at hunting, and is a lover than a fighter, he has no qualms about fighting whenever it is necessary.

|Australcraze | O.M. |
|May 2017 - June 2017|
You told me once, dear, you really loved me. And no one else could come between. And now you left me, and love another. You've shattered all my dreams." Charismatic, charming, compassionate. A ginger tabby who walks with a significant limp and a loose crooked grin on his face, he approaches the world with a certain kind of air. Kind to those he deems worthy of his affections, he's a quick fire with a slipped trigger. Sassy, confident, and a touch mischievous, he balances his southern drawl with an intelligence unexpected of his person. Enjoying smart conversation with an equally smart individual, he's one not to muddle things of great importance, however, his psyche could be considered a disarray of chaos. Dangerous, unpredictable, emotionally imbalanced. With a history that's as coated in blood as it ever could be, what lurks behind a glinting smile lies a waiting beast, one that has a short temper and merciless wrath. Often reserved for those deemed enemies of he and his chosen ones, he won't resist going down a violent path if the situation calls for it, however, he finds himself incredibly guilty and ashamed after a quick bout of destructive ruckus. Despite it all, what results in such an odd combination is a cowboy like no other and a soldier true to his word. "Maybe we deserve each other. Did ya ever think maybe we're some kind of like, star-crossed souls? Destined? Ya ever think of that? You and me?"

|Agateglister | Dualweilding|
| July 2017 - November 2017|
Being brought into the world by an adolescent mother, the whole litter was weak. But none more than Agatekit and Mimickit. The two were frail, and it was believed they wouldn't make it more than a few days. Their father, pushing for their recovery had faith in them. They looked just alike him, with a fuzzy white and black speckled pelt. Their eyes, too, were a breathtaking forest green. This gave him hope, and even more, he believed they would grow to be the strongest. Was he right? That same helpless kit had suffered through a great amount of loss. She had grown into a warrior has many complex personalities, as if someone thought it was a good idea to take a much of mindsets and stuff them into one. If she isn't just a visionary, otherwise known to be outspoken, creative, resourceful and intellectually quick, she is also an idealist, who is usually quite and soft-voiced, reflective and intelligent. She is the same feline who had dealt with an entire lifetime of brokenness in such a small amount of time. From the death of her father, Riddletwist, her mother, Cinnamonswirl, and her littermates, Mimicmurmur, Meanderreverence, Nefariousarcane and Esotericwhisper, and her younger unnamed siblings. But none was more horrifying or heartbreaking than losing her children. Her first to part from her side was nameless, a beautiful white she-kit that came into the world a still born, Ambivalentkit Dragonpaw to hungry predators, and Midnightpaw to the night. Nobody knows where her daughter disappeared to, though the morning mother had grown strong with hope. Though each passing day she numbered off, the kitless mother had come to realize that there was nothing that would bring her back. Over time, she became insane. Having to need something to deal with the loss of her children, she gathered together four pinecones and refused to leave the nest in the nursery for moons. For the longest time, she spent blaming all of this on Dragonsmoke. Agatepaw had only been an apprentice for a few sunrises, before one midnight she met him. In SunClan territory sat a tall figure among the sunning rocks. Agateglister would never confuse stupidity with bravery, but it seems that night, she was both. The apprentice stepped up to the foreign warrior, and one thing lead to another, and she was simply in love. It was a different kind of love than that she felt for Lionkit, but at all the same it was similar. At that moment, she believed they were meant to meet under the stars. Like StarClan had crossed their paths for a reason, and that is why she chose him. Nights passed, and she didn't see him. Moons, even, had went by, and she had come to discover that she was pregnant. She had become what she feared, a pregnant apprentice just as her mother had been. Over time, her fear of being a mother turned into a fear for her kits. She had barely made it alive from being born to a mother being so young, and now she had to think about them. Sadly, she was right to be concerned. They were coming. But she needed to see Dragonsmoke. She didn't tell her mate, Lionpaw, that she was leaving, nor that the kits she carried weren't his. Alone, she dragged herself into BrookClan's territory. What she didn't know, was that Lionprowl was following shortly behind her. Finally, she found Dragonsmoke, but not before collapsing with exhaustion. Lionpaw made himself known to the two, and together, they helped Agatepaw birth her kits. The birth was anything but pleasant, with rippling pain all along her body, she managed to push out three mewling kits, and one breathless. The pain of finding that one of her kits were born still had been much greater than the pain of the process. Silently, they carried her living kits back to the camp, where she parted with Dragonsmoke one last time. Lionpaw hadn't appeared too upset over the fact that the kilts didn't belong to him, but it had become apparent that over time, but it had become apparent that over time, he was forming a deep love for her best friend and her sister, Mimicpaw. As they became warriors, Agateglister was blinded to the fact that the two were going behind her back, betraying her trust. She would had loved to say everything turned out for them, but after her kits death and the death of everyone she loved, she only had two left. One, that was far away from her with another she-cat, raising a family of their own, and one that had come to stop loving her. Because she had lost everything, she left, never expecting to return. But, after moons of living in DayClan, Dragonsmoke found her. It was on a night that was so similar to the one they had met. The moon was high in the sky, looking down to them with an affectionate smile, and the stars were there supporting it. She couldn't help but wonder if it was StarClan's plan all along.



MEDICINE CATS
| Morningdust | Oceanbreeze9 |
| July, 18th, 2011 - October 18th 2011|
Pretty silver bengal she-cat, looks like her mother, Spirit(rogue and deceased). She is very curious, and adventurous, but also shy. Is kind to all, including those of other Clan's, . She loves kits and is most happy when she is there to witness a birth. She has a strong belief in Starclan like all medicine cats should. She loves playing in the rain and runiing free through the forest. Gathering herbs is fun to her because she loves the scent and oddly, the taste. She gets very hyper when she eats catnip, even just one bite

|Burningvictory | Courageheart|
|October 18th 2011 - Novemeber, 25th, 2011| A tawny colored fiesty she-cat who isn't afraid to speak her mind.She has pale green eyes which seem stern most of the time, yet behind the sterness lies laughter. She's the kind of cat that will not give up, on her self,on her beliefs, not on anyone. She may seem hostile and mean but she can be sweet and caring when she needs to be. She gets her name from the fact when she was a kit, she was sheltering in a abandon two-legs nest with her mother, broher and father. In a terrible lightning storm a nest caught on fire and fell, her parents fled leaing her and her brother inside. A huge red- hot pipe fell and landed length ways on her tail, creating a deep scar from the rump of her tail to the tip. She yanked her tail free and looked for her brother who was trapped between a ring of fire. Her brother recieved serious burns when they had escaped and she didnt know how to treat them. Sadly, her brother died from his injuries but yet she survived, naming herself burningpaw to r3member him. She never lets anyone know about her past, she believes the cast should live in the present, not some kind of one- by a memory. The only cats she truly respects are her mentor, her leader and starclan, yet she is neer afraid to ask a question. Sometimes burningpaw goes out at night just to feel the wind in her fur and to see the stars above her head....

| Dewdrop | Corgilovers12|
|January, 2012 - January,2012 | Dim, ablaze and glowing. Aqua animalize eyes that shimmer and show radiance, elegant and allure. With four white, bridle paws and a pelt that sheens with grey, this is Dewdrop and she's here to stay. Abrupt, nifty and artful she is, with skills that bewilder you. Water dribbles through her colored eyes and her amity for water loathe the other cats in her clan, for they angst swimming in the murky water. Born as a rouge with her mother, they seeked dwelling against that acrid weather. Her genuine name was Dalis, or Drawing Water. When she first slipped out of her mother, she was encased in a shade of pure white, grey wasn't revealed yet. As time continued, grey speckled her lustrous pelt and her eyes afford their true, authentic color that glisten in the showering light. The two migrated towards a mute, amicable compass. Dalis decided it was the prefect time to explore her distinct enviornment since she was now capiable of both walking and speaking. Sneaking out of her petite den, she dash off into the unknown world with no advice of safty. A patrol happened to be remarking the compass when they spotted Dalis and apprehend Dalis and delievered her back to their camp where Sunstar, the faithful leader of Sunclan, decided to accpet her into the clan. Night after night, Dalis tried to fade out of camp, though was found time after time. One siberian, algid twilight, Sunclan was ambuscade by a horde of appalling, abhorrent, heinous rouges who were barbaric. Seizing her peril to avasion, she abscond the havoc, spectacle and evacuated back to her congenital compass, and so abruptly desist in front of her ruptured, annihalite, evulsed den where only claw imprints were the only evidence found out of the crime scene. Her aqua eyes were immersing with lamentable, anemic tears. What would you do if you once lived in a peaceful, flourished home and was so suddenly taken away from it? Then, luck happened to collide into you and you attained the chance to recoil back home. Deserting dismay, you think you finally reached the sun luminesce into the esclipsed cave. Suddenly, you jerk to and come to a discontinuation as you gaze upon the damage disaster as left for you. How would you feel if you your home was now annihilated and you mother was no where to be found. Dalis's heart was torn and cleavage to allotments. Suddenly, a spark, so atrocious and callous struck through Dalis and seemed to ascendancy with her heart. Love and fidelity was now considered unknown to Dalis as to this day forward, she couldn't illuminate love. Numb, melancholy and woebegone, Dalis administered herself to rise to her paws and set her direction back to camp, feeling as though it were the only place she could adumbrate her suffering. Now, Dalis hides her sufferings, immersed in her heart. The gray of her pelt resemble the hue in her heart, her eyes luster patina what's left within her.

|Shadowangel | xxSunlight|
|February 2012 - May 2012|
A white angel, wrapped in darkness and shadows, corrupted yet innocent, dark yet fair. Born from ice, wrapped with fire. Followed by destiny wherever she goes. Withdrawn, with a quiet quality. She's a romantic, often imagining love between two cats she thinks are perfect for another. But she knows it's hard to find a match for her. She isn't at all interested in love herself, but adores matching up others. She has a knack for herbs, a love for nature, and a shy personality, reluctant to hurt others. She's very pretty, white soft pelt, black splotches covering sections. She was born in a snowstorm, in which her father and siblings died. Her mother died when she turned four moons, leaving her to fend for herself. She ended up joining a Rogue group, but when she was apprentice age, they tricked her into going into a burning building and trapped her in there. She escaped, but has blackened paw pads to show for it. She has pretty green eyes, dappled by specks of gray and blue. Most of the time the eyes are quite perky and cheerful, but sometimes they fill with despair and fright. Like that night. Pressed by flames, cornered. One does not simply forget that. And Shadowangel sure didn't. For a long time, she trusted no one, no one at all. Until she had to. Reaching Sunclan, she fell in love with Leadbelly when she reached Warrior age. But he had a mate, was happy. Kind creature she was, she almost didn't tell him, as to not ruin his happiness. When she did tell him, she had to move on, forget him. It was hard. But Shadowangel is past love now, taking an interest in healing. She is young and pretty, and she will survive. She will thrive.

|Silversilence - NightShower|
|May 2012 - June 2012|
Many cats have the misconception that tom cats cannot be graceful, that they can only be brave and tough. This is incorrect. Especially when it comes to Silversilence. A tom who speaks more through action that through anything else, it is rare to find him ever sitting still. He is very gentle at heart, but he has almost too much energy to handle. Sometimes he acts even younger than the kits that scramble around camp. Silversilence has a love for movement and he is definitely good at it. He glides across the ground on paws swift as birds and smooth as fish. Often, when things are calm at camp, he can be found hunting with patrols or even alone. Always bringing an admirable amount of prey home to his clan, there is no doubt in any cats mind that this tom is a loyal and dedicated cat. He is never too rough with his patients, but they know better than to ignore his advice. With his silver and white pelt, Silversilence is a very handsome cat. However, from the moment he blinked open those glowing golden eyes, he knew he was destined for the path of a medicine cat. When he was merely a kit, Silversilence became seriously ill. No cat knew what the disease, not even his mentor. He managed to struggle through and cling to life, but his voice was never the same. Now, he chooses to remain silent rather than to frighten others with his rough voice. Silversilence is content with the fact that he'll never have kits. But that doesn't stop him from nagging his sister, Goldenmemory, to have kits of her own.She is his only hope for future kin, but he doesn't take his own nagging too seriously. Silversilence is very proud of his sister and of his clan in general. Sometimes his pride can turn into arrogance against the other clans, but he usually calms it down once he realizes how rude it must seem. Silversilence has a heart for young cats, but he still has the patience to deal with the elders as well. Bright in the face of disaster, Silversilence is a SunClan cat through and through

|Dragonflywings | Tanglecloud|
|July 2012 - September 2012|
Bright like the sun, and sweet like honey this fun energetic she-cat has a soft sleek black pelt with silver paws, ears, and mask that covers golden shimmering eyes. Always on the move, always looking for someone to help, always being nit picky on everything Dragonflywings never stops she never seems to sleep or anything. She does her job fantasticly, and will always be there to help. As a kit she was the runt of the litter and her mother thought she would never make it through leaf bare, oh how she proved her mother wrong. Growing quickly she became a beautiful long-legged she-cat with a delicate personality. Being her mothers favorite kitty cat she was spoiled, but also had a lot exspected from her. Her sister was bitten by a rat one day and got an infection. The night before she thought her sister was going to die she had a dream with her dead brother in it. He told her to go look by the stream for burdock, and to dig it up and put the pulp into the bit. When she woke up she went strait to the stream and dug some burdock root and brought it back to her suffering sister. Her sister survived because of her. Soon after there mother disaperd and her sister became a kitty-pet, Dragonflywings came to Sunclan to see if she could join and help heal cats. Proud to be a Sunclan cat she hope to be one of the best medicen cats ever. |Stonememory | Houndour|
|September 2012 - October 2012|
Stonememory's dark gray tabby coat, and light blue eyes gives the impression of a caring cat at first glance. Those around him believe that as well. This former PondClan medicine cat is a really kind cat to his family and friends, and is willing to defend them even in the thickest battle. His one major flaw is that he could really care less about what you are talking about. He gets that dazed looked in his eyes, and starts daydreaming about hunting or fighting or even taking a nap, while you are in the middle of telling him something important. Though maybe this flaw was the reasoning he left Pondclan, maybe it was the fact that he felt he was no longer needed. No one really knows, except him of course. But ever since, the former medicine cat has been traveling from place to place, trying to find where he believes StarClan tells him he should be, but never losing the skills that his mentor had given him along the way. For what is a medicine cat who cannot heal?

|Dreamweaver | Vulpixkit|
|October 2012 - May 2013|
flashes of red swirl and shimmer in the dim sunlight of the quickly retreating sun. Yet even as night settles over sunclan the red color still flashes in and out of the shadows. Who's fur could be red enough to shine even through the thick night? That would be Dreamweaver. A very tiny she-cat with blazing blue eyes that make even dark forest tremble at her paws, but of course with eyes so powerful she must have some kind of weakness right? Well sadly you are correct for you see Dreamweaver is mute. What made her this way you ask? Well for that we will have to go back in time when Dreamweaver was just a kit. Dreamweaver isnt like you and I as you guess she's what some call special. She is frequently given visions by starclan not only when she is asleep but when she is awake as well, but Dreamweaver's family is not starclan bound...they're Dark Forest bound. Her father was a blood thirsty leader who thrived off of Dark Forest's every word while her mother was a cold dead eyed assassin that though nothing of who she was killing and why. Yet some how these two found each other and fell in love. Soon after becoming mates her mother, Silentslaughter, became pregnant with 3 beautifully strong kits....and one small weak kit, Dreamkit, who was known as Cherrykit then, was not only mute but ended up being the one killing her mother in child birth. Enraged at how one of HIS kits were weak and killed his only love he quickly snatched up Dreamkit and began to violently shake her slamming her small body onto the ground over and over until it hurt even to cry out in her small helpless voice. As her father smirked down at her as she laid there helpless and broken she vowed never to be like him. After she soon passed out her father tied her to a tree where every day each of her siblings would beat her senseless and call her awful names. Finally, the day came when she was saved. Apparently her father had been plotting to attack another clan, a very strong clan, and that clan had figured out his plan. In anger the leader ordered to attack slaughtering her clan in front of her eyes as she laid behind the rock she was tied to broken, thirsty, and on the verge of death. As the other clan searched for survivors they found her and instantly realized what had become of her. The motherly, yet quickly angered, medicine cat took her in as her own and healed, her teaching her about all the herbs and what the weird visions she had always had meant. She quickly began to thrive in her new clan but would forever be a timid mute, but again her world came crashing down upon her when her beloved "mother" died. Blinded by despair and a sense of loss she ran away from her loving clan. She set out on her adventure while continuing her study of healing. Her "mother's" voice in her head always whispering "listen to starclan and they shall guide your paws" for many moons Dreamweaver, who was now Dreampaw, went without food and water because she would get so into studying the different herbs and berries that came across her path. One day as she passed through rouge territory she was into a handsome tom and they quickly fell in love. As they continued their journey together her past finally caught up to her.Now remember how i said she had 3 other siblings? well turns out one survived the massacre of her clan and after healing went after Dreampaw for revenge at not dying like she should have. For seasons her brother, Screechingdeath, hunted for her and it seemed like all hope was lost until today. With a look of glee on his face he charged at his long lost sister claws out and ready to sink into her throat. In a act of courage her beloved mate dove infront of her and she watching in horror as he was taken instead of her. Suddenly all Dreampaw could see was red and all she could here was the sound of her own screams inside her head, and that day she did the one thing shevowed never to do. She became like her father and killed. As she finally came to her sense her heart seemed to stop. The forest was covered in blood....her own kin's blood. In horror she ran away and was soon welcome to Sunclan with open arms. After the killing of her brother, Dreampaw locked down any emotion she was afraid would consume her and replaced it with a quiet calm. Because of her past Dreamweaver always seems calm and collected and will only give a few cats a smile. She is very kind though and loves to help anyone and everyone, yet at times she can be timid and cautious around cats. She has white paws and the tip of her tail is white. She is always honest whether it's with herself or a patient she knows is not going to make it and isnt afraid to "speak" her mind. She doesnt let any cat speak down to her and if her eyes doesnt silence them she always finds a way to. She is very smart and can find the use of every herb and berry known to cat kind in under 2 seconds. She even taught herself and a few other cats sign language, which helps her communicate a little better with her fellow clan mates. Unlike other she-cats who dream of having a mate she doesnt want one After she lost her beloved mate she vowed never to have another mate again and is happily single. She always has somthing up her sleeve though and at rare moments will actually act like a kit but usually when no one is around. She hates violence and every once in a while you'll see her dancing in the moonlight as she tries to forget the past the will forever haunt her paw steps.

|Buzzardstorm | Kibbythecat|
|June 2013 - December 2013|
An orange tabby tom with bright amber eyes. In SunClan, you will find an unusual Medicine Cat. In the begining, he was born the son of former Medicine Cat Apprentice, Cedaressence, who died kitting him and his littermates. The medicine cat was Dreamweaver, a cat with a destiny unlike others before her. She secretly bore kits, but had viewed Cedaressence as her first daughter. So she made Buzzardpaw her apprentice, for he was the last peice of the mca she had left. A very short time after, Dreamweaver's kits wandered off, and she went to look for them. But she crossed paths with an old, mangy fox. They fought, but it left her bleeding her life out and the fox chased away. Buzzardpaw was left alone and he blamed himself for her death, saying he deserved to be left for the buzzards. He requested his new name to Mudstar and never repeats his past name, though many cats know it. After a meeting, Echomoon of MoonClan agreed to mentor Buzzardpaw with her own apprentice Scarlettpaw. So he goes to train in MoonClan every seventh day of the quarter moon and serves his Clan for the rest. He himself is a dependable, caring tom. Little does he know about his half-siblings in BrookClan! The world holds so much from him. As he continues striving for survival, he has much to uncover...and a destiny that will save the Forest Clans from destruction

|Rosedestiny | *Hollypaw*|
|December 2013 - December 2013|
This she-cat is white and has dark grey eyes. She was born a rouge, she never really understood "respect" and Loyalty until she joined SunClan. Yes, she was a rogue moons ago. She was five and a half moons old when she joined, so she didn't have long to get used to being a clan cat before becoming Rosepaw. When she was a new apprentice, she wondered across the border over to DayClan. She didn't know she'd crossed it; the scent of SunClan was weak on her, the cat, Carbonpaw, thought she was just a rogue and just started talking to her. He then noticed the scent of SunClan on her and asked why she was in DayClan territory when it was almost night-fall. After that encounter, she hadn't been able to get him out of her head. Thoughts of him plagued her until she had to see him again. She went to the border, much more farmilar with them now. To her delight, she found out he was also thinking about her. For a while, they were happy. For a while, they were the best of friends. After a few moons of seeing him, every night and at gatherings, he broke her heart. Said he found someone better, someone in his own clan. And her heart broke; shattered into pieces.Which is right around the time she started getting strange dreams; dreams of her healing others instead of harming them. Healing instead of fighting. She didn’t tell anyone about it. She didn’t want to be a healer, she wanted to fight and defend her clan. She wanted to fight not heal. That wasn’t up to her, though. It was up to the cats that had past before her; it was up to them and not her.Her former mentor is Tricklefern, who trained her in the ways of the warrior, in the ways of being a clan cat. She's a blind cat, so training to fight was difficult for her. More difficult than it would've been if she where able to see. Once she learned how to fight-- just as good, if not better than cats who were able to see-- she stated. "Others think I'm weak because I can't see. That's the one advantage I have over them, they think i'm weak because I can't see. Do you think they'd be embarrassed to be beat by a blind cat?"

|Achlys (Redleaf)| *Hollypaw*|
|December 2013 - February 2014|
A light red she-cat with a darker red underbelly. She has golden-amber eyes. She didn't really want to become a medicine cat, but something told her it was her destiny. After Rosedestiny was killed by Ryssa (she was just an apprentice at the time) she got a chilling feeling and knew there was something she had to do. It didn't quiet make sense since their medicine cat had just been killed. How could someone do that to others and expect them to not start something. She couldn't tell anyone about her feeling though; it was a dark time. A very dark time, indeed. Maybe that's where she gets some of her harshness; she had to be harsh to survive the take over. She's much like the former Medicine Cat in believing that only through trial can one come out stronger. It took her a while to ceach on that she was perfect for the medicine cat role. As an apprentice, Redpaw didn't think she'd been anymore than a warrior, maybe a mother. Which is probably where the empty feeling came from, she wanted to have kits, but it was against the code. Something that the three before her broke and something she was determained NOT to break. Redleaf doesn't think she'll ever live up to StarClan's expectations but doesn't let them know (though she's almost positive that they DO already know her doubts). She was born to the late Stormsoul and Snowpelt, pure SunClan. Since become a Medicine Cat she doesn't think violence is the answer to most problems, though she sure has a problem with keeping her claws shethed when it's her clan that's in dangure. It was a hard role to fullfill and she was worried that she'd be the one who killed one of her clanmates on accident and was forever mocked for it. She was worried that she was never going to be live up to the expectaions of the clan, because she was appointed by the Primial Instint leader, Ryssa. Her name was changed from Redpaw to Achlys meaning "mist" or "darkness". She thought that would cause more distrust of her clanmates in her, because had been forced to take a rogue name, she wasn't able to keep her clan-given name. She was relieved when Aspenstar gave her back a clan name-- with her given name in it. Rped by *Hollypaw*

|Tallbear | Pudding:)|
|February 2014 - June 2014|
Swimming through the sky, aloft in the airway there was a sailboat of dreams never dreamt, and I plucked one down from the sky like I'd strung the stars from the heavens, and made it my own. I dreamed the world could be painted with silhouettes of dreams never reached, and with an artful brush stroke I could adorn eternity with timeless breaths. My tail is a shaggy white bunny's bob, claiming the Japanese Bobtail breed. My fuzzy ears are large and upturned and hear the ageless song I sing when I inhale and am choked by the sun drops and star tears I swallow from your poetic mouth. Stardust from a dreamy haven in the clouds light my electric blue oval eyes for when they close, I imagine you're the universe and everyone else is missing out. My long slender legs are tree ancients that will never be uprooted from your side. The curved articulations of my wenge tail are like wind-swept waves of existence denting the material world in their own design and bobbing up into a fountain of depravity. I am whimsical when I fly alongside you and in the air trails your crystallized blood from rainbow veins. I realized when two souls are alone in the dark, neither can see the darkness in each other's being, only the lighter shades that pull away from the black fabric of night. Since I have loved to peel back the layers and love what is beneath the shell of every soul, because have found that what is underneath is something so bright it is blinding. Solar flares burned my retinas when I journeyed along a lunar honeymoon where the stars were alive and the night was a sea of glass. When time stops, it's almost as if every second never mattered. Individuality is the gifted architect that sculpted me from something that was once nothing. Tragedy drafted my design and cradled me like a blossom that had yet to bloom. A tom nobody could pick out of the crowd, somebody with no identity, who blurred into the continuity of endless faces. A broad, isabelline bridge is the suspension of my ribcage, my course undercoat thick and wild like untamed creativity to compliment my bearish coat. I was undefined until I realized I had something to give. In that moment, I'm infinite. In that moment, I am immortal. In that moment I am finally alive. For what I give can be accepted by many and kept throughout the ages. I am the retrograde of aloofness and will embrace you with an eternity of certitude. I'm the epitome of stalemate, a ghost of the metaphysical thought. What happened to me is my tale, and we all write our own stories of life. Once I was a specter of war and enmity. But the stars wrote my life path for me and gave me a destiny, and left my story in the constellations etched into the night like a tear in the fabric of the black sky. I once found a thread hanging from a star in the heavens and pulled it just to see what was at the end. I will help all who seek to be found, find their own thread. Until then, I'm waiting to be found at the end of my own.

|Azaleafragrance | AthenasRose|
|June 2014 - September 2014 |
With splendid colours draping her body, Azaleafragrance moves with confidence and grace. Her paws are steady and her mind never wavers from her work. Her heart is loyal to her clan and will be until the day Starclan decides to call her to them to rest. Her lovely ginger pelt shines with health and proper care. Her small, delicate paws are painted in the same downy white as her chest. Her paws are so small and delicate, they were never born for fighting, she knew from the day she was born she would serve her clan as a medicine cat. She thought she was dreaming the day she was chosen to become the medicine cat apprentice. She could hardly believe it when she heard. She was restless for the first moon, constantly bugging her mentor and full of life. Then things became serious and she witnessed her first death. Her heart had fallen but instead of giving up like most thought she would, she took this as a vow. She vowed to never let any cat die at her paws again unless there was absolutely no way to save them. She is a very strong and reliable cat. She will never give up and she will never let you talk like its your last day. She has a very sharp tongue and will tell you point blank to shut up if she must. However she isn't rude at all. She is very polite and will try to talk sense before she looses her cool. Her voice is very soft and sweet, it makes one feel relaxed when they can't calm down. Azaleafragrance is very kind and is willing to take as much time as she has to to help another cat. She is very motherly and treats all cats the same, however she will be much easier on the kits since they are young and don't always understand. However when it comes to everyone else if she tells you to rest you rest, she will make sure you do because you will not be given a chance to talk back because the second you try to say no, she will have a warrior on your back. She puts the safety of her clan before her life and always has. Everything she does is for the better of the clan. Azaleafragrance may be very young, but it makes her happy to know she has many moons to come to serve and protect her clan.

|Mountainsound | Honeystorm|
|September 2014 - October 2016|
Mystical, Mysterious. Night and day blend, the same and different. They look the same, at least to some, to whom StarClan has revoked sight, both the beautiful and horrid, for sometimes unknown reasons. To one she-cat they lent a dark pelt, as dark as the mountains, with mackerel (busy) markings like liquid silver, covering a deeper stony colored underside. Two orbs bright as the moon, that lend nothing, useless. StarClan set her course. Working, trying, adapting. Hardening, softening, molding. Fierce and loyal. StarClan started her journey down the path which all cats took, despite the missing sense. They lent her strength and power, and let her rise as an apprentice, the loss insignificant. But StarClan hadn't finished. Something drew her from her den and lead her to a world of sharp scents and sickness. A world of injury and pain, yet a world of help, of healing. Something drew her, away from the known and toward a new path. A world where she excelled far more. StarClan had guided her down a different path, and this was set in a stone like her namesake. Who'd of thought the blind would excel in a path where few with the loss stood proudly? Then who would think, one would forsake her past path for a new, startlingly different life? This new path lead to many challenges, all which were overcome with the help of StarClan. Sometimes, StarClan even lent her the use of sight, but only when they spoke with her.That itself was a new world. Some wonder, how did such a success, switch her life for a more humble respect? Few know the answer, and few dare to ask. Her tongue is sharp as her wits, and she never lets her claws dull. Mysterious, Mystical. Remember those words when thinking of this she-cat. And one final thing to never forget. She was a warrior before she was a healer. She can defend and she can fight. She may help, but never forget the disaster she can cause.

|Roamingelk | Mosskit|
|October 2016 - October 2016|
Roamingelk, a Benevolent Burmese, is the significant outcome of Copperthroat and Littlemoon, along with his brother, Pineshiver. The half siblings he is aware of are Darklily, Blackwater, Snowstep, Spidershadow and Ravenwinter. The tom had a sister once, too, but he was never aware of the kit since she had been dead at birth, his parents never speaking about their loss much. Appearing most like his mother with some of his father's features showing through, he wears a short coat with a white and dusty tinted color, the figure of visage is a slightly pushed inward shape and a grumpy-looking mask and ears colored in dark brown with two light green eyes and white whiskers that stretch long and far. It's a miracle he and his brother are living, being birthed earlier than expected. Knowing that his mother was murdered shortly after offered Roamingelk a whole new outlook on life. The young tom drifted into depression and he couldn't even manage lifting his eyes to look at another being during this time. His mother taught him one thing, the knowing that life is so delicate and that it could be taken away at any moment caused him to shift in personality. He looks after Pineshiver closely out of worry that he would once again lose someone he held dearly in the blink of an eye. What gave him power was this lesson, however, and he ended up taking place as a medicine cat so that if anything were to happen to his family, he would have a chance to save them.

|Mudpuddle | Racing_Girl|
|October 2016 -May 2017|
Dedicated, optimistic, and cheerful is the three words that most of Mudpuddle's clan-mates would use to describe her. Sure on the surfacce she is all of things, but she also stores away and hides a lot of emotions deep within. She takes her position as a medicine cat very seriously, believing that she needs to appear this way in order to encourage those around her. Seeing those in power be anything but happy really wears on the morale of the clan, and that is unacceptable. Mudpuddle is very insecure about her abilities, and often questions if she is really the right cat to be put into this position. This is made even harder when she makes mistakes, for she sees them as complete failures. She was thrust into the position of medicine cat at a young age, and didn't feel like she got the time to develop the knowledge and skills that she needed to truely help her clan-mates. She and her former mentor Roamingelk have a fairly good relationship, even though he is often distant from her. He tries to encourage her, but sometimes it is she that has to do the encouraging.He often falls into depressed moods that are hard for him to break out of,and she seems to be one of the few cats in the clan that is able to get through to him. She tries not to show it, but sometimes he really hurts her when he gets like this. It makes her fell like if she has been a better apprentice then perhaps he would not have retired. Mudpuddle became a medicine cat , because she feels like it was were she would be of the most use within the clan. She never showed much promise in hunting or fighting, and she also didn't feel like any tom would ever show any interest in her as a potential mate. He dark black fur was dotted with muddy brown spots, and her eyes are a dull yellow.

|Findingestiney - Findingmyway|
|June 2017 - August 2017 |
It's hard to find something that's been hidden from you, but it's even harder to find something stolen from you. That's what happened to Broken. She was destined to be the healer of the ragtag court of cats she was born into. She had all the perfect qualities. Her heart was kind and her pawsteps were firm with confidence. It was her birth right, and she studied so incredibly hard for it. Yet, nothing ever goes as planned. Broken had a sister who's heart was pure on the outside, but full of hatred within; hatred for her sister. She overtook Broken's birthright and became the healer. Tragedy after tragedy occurred under the female's watch. Untrained in medicine, Broken's sister caused the fall of that court. Anger overwhelmed the healer, and eventually, she wiped out the king with her recklessness. With no more home, Broken fled the dying court. In time, she found her way into Sunclan. Her dusty orange fur and green eyes fit in perfectly with the sun based clan. She began to home that maybe, just maybe, she could finally fulfill her destiny. That's where her name comes from; she's finding her destiny.

|Risinghealer | orderofthedragon|
|August 2017 -|
beauty like Risinghealer , one would think her life would have been a grand one. Indeed her start in life was tragic. Her Mother died shortly after her birth, in which she was still born. Her Father committed suicide , leaving his still born daughter, and her older three siblings, to die. A healer cat, who lived near by , found them as she was looking for some herbs , she needed to collect. The three siblings left to become kitty - pet's , while the healer, worked on their younger sibling. It seemed like hours , but eventually , Risinghealer , took her first breath of life. As she got older, the healer taught her all she knew of herbs, and how to use them. Her sharp mind, is able to remember the tiniest details , and the multiple uses they have. has an excellent mind, able to memorize the slightest details, and or descriptions. She is very observant when it comes to knowing what herbs look like, what they are used for, how to use them and when to use them.She won't hesitate to ask questions, if she doesn't understand something. As a kit she seems to always be in the medicine den looking at herbs and asking questions. Most cats would chide her, telling her she should be playing and being a kit, but she only replies with * It's better to learn and be prepared with a little knowledge then it is starting with none * Most of the time cats will back off and let her do as she pleases. She tries to learn all she can about hunting and fighting as well, for those things could save her life one day. She doesn't want to have a mate or kits, but dedicates her life to serving and doing the will of Starclan. She puts loyalty above everything else, and trust second. She won't trust anyone without a good reason.She is looks to her Elder's , Leader, Deputies and Medicine cats for guidance. If she has to choose sides she will think of all the pros and cons before picking one. Risinghealer will stand her ground if she does get into a fight or an argument. She won't lift a claw to strike anyone, unless they have wronged her or the clan in a way that is unforgivable. She believes that everyone deserves justice and a fair trial , before judgement is cast. Her gentle, kind and loyal manner , make it hard for her to fight, unless it is for a fair reason, in which she sees no reason too. Instead of wanting to hurt anyone, she wishes to heal and mend those who are wounded either physically, emotionally or spiritually. Her mind is never on fighting or hurting anyone, instead it is on herbs, herbal mixtures, and healing. When someone gets hurt or angry she often feels it, like a pit feeling in her stomach. She will sit with anyone who is feeling sad or hurt and try and comfort them , the best she can. She believes in StarClan and will obey them no matter what. She obeys the Warrior Code and Medicine Cat Codes , and never strays from them. She is completely loyal to StarClan and her Clan. If She had to choose between StarClan , the Warrior and Medicine Code and the Clan , she will always choose StarClan. Risinghealer was named Risinghealer for two reasons, Rising because, she rose above death and fought to survive, and Healer , because she chooses to heal and care for those weaker then herself, then to fight and kill those who try to harm or kill. As for kits and mates, she doesn't know if she will ever have them, her path is uncertain. Does she follow the ways of a healer or is she fit for leading or being just a warrior ?. Until her path is certain, she will wait for the right time , place , and circumstances, present themselves to her.



MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICES
|Morningpaw | Oceanbreeze9|
|July,6th,2011 - July, 18th, 2011|
Pretty silver bengal she-cat, looks like her mother, Spirit(rogue and deceased). She is very curious, and adventurous, but also shy. Is kind to all, including those of other Clan's, . She loves kits and is most happy when she is there to witness a birth. She has a strong belief in Starclan like all medicine cats should. She loves playing in the rain and runiing free through the forest. Gathering herbs is fun to her because she loves the scent and oddly, the taste. She gets very hyper when she eats catnip, even just one bite

|Burningpaw | Courageheart|
|July, 20th, 2011 - October 18th 2011|
A tawny colored fiesty she-cat who isn't afraid to speak her mind.She has pale green eyes which seem stern most of the time, yet behind the sterness lies laughter. She's the kind of cat that will not give up, on her self,on her beliefs, not on anyone. She may seem hostile and mean but she can be sweet and caring when she needs to be. She gets her name from the fact when she was a kit, she was sheltering in a abandon two-legs nest with her mother, broher and father. In a terrible lightning storm a nest caught on fire and fell, her parents fled leaing her and her brother inside. A huge red- hot pipe fell and landed length ways on her tail, creating a deep scar from the rump of her tail to the tip. She yanked her tail free and looked for her brother who was trapped between a ring of fire. Her brother recieved serious burns when they had escaped and she didnt know how to treat them. Sadly, her brother died from his injuries but yet she survived, naming herself burningpaw to r3member him. She never lets anyone know about her past, she believes the cast should live in the present, not some kind of one- by a memory. The only cats she truly respects are her mentor, her leader and starclan, yet she is neer afraid to ask a question. Sometimes burningpaw goes out at night just to feel the wind in her fur and to see the stars above her head....

|Dewpaw | Corgilovers12|
|November, 15th, 2011 - January, 2012|
Dim, ablaze and glowing. Aqua animalize eyes that shimmer and show radiance, elegant and allure. With four white, bridle paws and a pelt that sheens with grey, this is Dewdrop and she's here to stay. Abrupt, nifty and artful she is, with skills that bewilder you. Water dribbles through her colored eyes and her amity for water loathe the other cats in her clan, for they angst swimming in the murky water. Born as a rouge with her mother, they seeked dwelling against that acrid weather. Her genuine name was Dalis, or Drawing Water. When she first slipped out of her mother, she was encased in a shade of pure white, grey wasn't revealed yet. As time continued, grey speckled her lustrous pelt and her eyes afford their true, authentic color that glisten in the showering light. The two migrated towards a mute, amicable compass. Dalis decided it was the prefect time to explore her distinct enviornment since she was now capiable of both walking and speaking. Sneaking out of her petite den, she dash off into the unknown world with no advice of safty. A patrol happened to be remarking the compass when they spotted Dalis and apprehend Dalis and delievered her back to their camp where Sunstar, the faithful leader of Sunclan, decided to accpet her into the clan. Night after night, Dalis tried to fade out of camp, though was found time after time. One siberian, algid twilight, Sunclan was ambuscade by a horde of appalling, abhorrent, heinous rouges who were barbaric. Seizing her peril to avasion, she abscond the havoc, spectacle and evacuated back to her congenital compass, and so abruptly desist in front of her ruptured, annihalite, evulsed den where only claw imprints were the only evidence found out of the crime scene. Her aqua eyes were immersing with lamentable, anemic tears. What would you do if you once lived in a peaceful, flourished home and was so suddenly taken away from it? Then, luck happened to collide into you and you attained the chance to recoil back home. Deserting dismay, you think you finally reached the sun luminesce into the esclipsed cave. Suddenly, you jerk to and come to a discontinuation as you gaze upon the damage disaster as left for you. How would you feel if you your home was now annihilated and you mother was no where to be found. Dalis's heart was torn and cleavage to allotments. Suddenly, a spark, so atrocious and callous struck through Dalis and seemed to ascendancy with her heart. Love and fidelity was now considered unknown to Dalis as to this day forward, she couldn't illuminate love. Numb, melancholy and woebegone, Dalis administered herself to rise to her paws and set her direction back to camp, feeling as though it were the only place she could adumbrate her suffering. Now, Dalis hides her sufferings, immersed in her heart. The gray of her pelt resemble the hue in her heart, her eyes luster patina what's left within her.

|Redpaw | Veroar|
|February 2012 - March 2012|
A pearly smile flashes, and brilliant green eyes spark with warmth. This shecat, so good-natured, is steadfast in her job. Ever since her kithood, she had taken an interest in the mysteries of herbology, and healing. A firey red pelt brings an exotic aura, and her cheekbones are beautifully defined. Redleaf's loyalty to Sunclan is unquestionable, and she hopes to continue through the rest of her life serving them to her best ability. Though she was not clanborn, her knowledge of herbs progresses day by day as she explores more of the territory. You could not ask this medicine cat to take part in battle, but her swift reflexes allow her to move through the battle field with much elegance- without being injured by a nearby brawl.

|Dragonflypaw | Tanglecloud|
|May 2012 - July 2012|
Bright like the sun, and sweet like honey this fun energetic she-cat has a soft sleek black pelt with silver paws, ears, and mask that covers golden shimmering eyes. Always on the move, always looking for someone to help, always being nit picky on everything Dragonflywings never stops she never seems to sleep or anything. She does her job fantasticly, and will always be there to help. As a kit she was the runt of the litter and her mother thought she would never make it through leaf bare, oh how she proved her mother wrong. Growing quickly she became a beautiful long-legged she-cat with a delicate personality. Being her mothers favorite kitty cat she was spoiled, but also had a lot exspected from her. Her sister was bitten by a rat one day and got an infection. The night before she thought her sister was going to die she had a dream with her dead brother in it. He told her to go look by the stream for burdock, and to dig it up and put the pulp into the bit. When she woke up she went strait to the stream and dug some burdock root and brought it back to her suffering sister. Her sister survived because of her. Soon after there mother disaperd and her sister became a kitty-pet, Dragonflywings came to Sunclan to see if she could join and help heal cats. Proud to be a Sunclan cat she hope to be one of the best medicen cats ever.

|Dreampaw(weaver) | Vulpixkit|
|September 2012 - October 2012|
flashes of red swirl and shimmer in the dim sunlight of the quickly retreating sun. Yet even as night settles over sunclan the red color still flashes in and out of the shadows. Who's fur could be red enough to shine even through the thick night? That would be Dreamweaver. A very tiny she-cat with blazing blue eyes that make even dark forest tremble at her paws, but of course with eyes so powerful she must have some kind of weakness right? Well sadly you are correct for you see Dreamweaver is mute. What made her this way you ask? Well for that we will have to go back in time when Dreamweaver was just a kit. Dreamweaver isnt like you and I as you guess she's what some call special. She is frequently given visions by starclan not only when she is asleep but when she is awake as well, but Dreamweaver's family is not starclan bound...they're Dark Forest bound. Her father was a blood thirsty leader who thrived off of Dark Forest's every word while her mother was a cold dead eyed assassin that though nothing of who she was killing and why. Yet some how these two found each other and fell in love. Soon after becoming mates her mother, Silentslaughter, became pregnant with 3 beautifully strong kits....and one small weak kit, Dreamkit, who was known as Cherrykit then, was not only mute but ended up being the one killing her mother in child birth. Enraged at how one of HIS kits were weak and killed his only love he quickly snatched up Dreamkit and began to violently shake her slamming her small body onto the ground over and over until it hurt even to cry out in her small helpless voice. As her father smirked down at her as she laid there helpless and broken she vowed never to be like him. After she soon passed out her father tied her to a tree where every day each of her siblings would beat her senseless and call her awful names. Finally, the day came when she was saved. Apparently her father had been plotting to attack another clan, a very strong clan, and that clan had figured out his plan. In anger the leader ordered to attack slaughtering her clan in front of her eyes as she laid behind the rock she was tied to broken, thirsty, and on the verge of death. As the other clan searched for survivors they found her and instantly realized what had become of her. The motherly, yet quickly angered, medicine cat took her in as her own and healed, her teaching her about all the herbs and what the weird visions she had always had meant. She quickly began to thrive in her new clan but would forever be a timid mute, but again her world came crashing down upon her when her beloved "mother" died. Blinded by despair and a sense of loss she ran away from her loving clan. She set out on her adventure while continuing her study of healing. Her "mother's" voice in her head always whispering "listen to starclan and they shall guide your paws" for many moons Dreamweaver, who was now Dreampaw, went without food and water because she would get so into studying the different herbs and berries that came across her path. One day as she passed through rouge territory she was into a handsome tom and they quickly fell in love. As they continued their journey together her past finally caught up to her.Now remember how i said she had 3 other siblings? well turns out one survived the massacre of her clan and after healing went after Dreampaw for revenge at not dying like she should have. For seasons her brother, Screechingdeath, hunted for her and it seemed like all hope was lost until today. With a look of glee on his face he charged at his long lost sister claws out and ready to sink into her throat. In a act of courage her beloved mate dove infront of her and she watching in horror as he was taken instead of her. Suddenly all Dreampaw could see was red and all she could here was the sound of her own screams inside her head, and that day she did the one thing shevowed never to do. She became like her father and killed. As she finally came to her sense her heart seemed to stop. The forest was covered in blood....her own kin's blood. In horror she ran away and was soon welcome to Sunclan with open arms. After the killing of her brother, Dreampaw locked down any emotion she was afraid would consume her and replaced it with a quiet calm. Because of her past Dreamweaver always seems calm and collected and will only give a few cats a smile. She is very kind though and loves to help anyone and everyone, yet at times she can be timid and cautious around cats. She has white paws and the tip of her tail is white. She is always honest whether it's with herself or a patient she knows is not going to make it and isnt afraid to "speak" her mind. She doesnt let any cat speak down to her and if her eyes doesnt silence them she always finds a way to. She is very smart and can find the use of every herb and berry known to cat kind in under 2 seconds. She even taught herself and a few other cats sign language, which helps her communicate a little better with her fellow clan mates. Unlike other she-cats who dream of having a mate she doesnt want one After she lost her beloved mate she vowed never to have another mate again and is happily single. She always has somthing up her sleeve though and at rare moments will actually act like a kit but usually when no one is around. She hates violence and every once in a while you'll see her dancing in the moonlight as she tries to forget the past the will forever haunt her paw steps.

|Cedarpaw | Kibbythekat|
|November 2012 - May 2013|
Golden bengal pattern she-cat with amber eyes and white whisers. She is not one bit squeamish, trained to be the most fearless warrior by her father and mother. Cedarpaw is more interested in Herbs than anything and how she defines as "magical" enough to kill the microsocpic enemy; disease. As a warrior apprentice, she felt useless to the Clan, there was running prey and not many threats to SunClan now that Swiftstrike was gone. So Cedarpaw became Dreamweaver's apprentice, resulting in her parents disowning her. The only family member of hers that speaks to her anymore is her cousin, Emberpaw. But it was worth it; she feels useful now...in her mind, Dreamweaver is her mother, Emberpaw is her father and everything is fine. She believes strongly in StarClan and tries just about every night to speak with them. This could be to her disadvantage, because Cedarpaw isn't good at interpreting prophecies, but she doesn't admit it. She will be walking in the forest and step on a leaf, and try to read it as a prophecy. But the reason for this is; she feels like a puppet, held by loose strings. At if any time she messes up, she can't get untangled or she will have to expect the worst.

|Emeraldpaw | Avalonsoul567|
|November 2012 - November 2012|
A pure white thick, shaggy furred she-cat with black ears. Her eyes are an alluring shade of emerald green, from which she received her name. She was the runt of the litter, resulting in her abnormally small size and deformed paw. Her front, left paw is slightly twisted inwards, but doesn't disrupt her stride. But her tail is long and graceful, making up for the smallness of her body. Her heart is pure and kind, just like her mother's. You'll never see her without a smile. She has a great sense of humor, another reason to be around her. When she was born, her mother realized she was a runt and left her in the forest to die. A rouge she-cat found her and nursed her, having some milk still left from her last litter.

|Lionpaw - Kibbythecat|
|May 2013 - May 2013|
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| Windpaw | Poppydawn2013|
|December 2013 - February 2014|
The wind whips softly around your face, seemingly whispering your name, drawing you into a deep... dark.... trance. The eyes of Windpaw can make you feel like this. They are so large and deep and jaded green that you could get lost in them and never find your way out. Her fur is a mixture of stripes. One may be light, forest brown. The next may be black. The next would be brown again. This goes on all over her body. Her back, tail, legs. Only her muzzle, chest and underbelly don't have this pattern. That is because they are pure, solid, clean white. Windpaw is very quiet, mysterious and hard to know. Sometimes you could think she's letting you in, only to block you out again and never give you answers to your questions. She can speak words with her beautiful green eyes. Only when she wants to. Otherwise they are emotionless and plain. Nothing special about them. Not a lot can faze this she-cat. Not a lot can make her smile. Not a lot can maker her angry. So when you see these plain as day in her eyes, it could mean one of two things. 1) Something excellent just happened, or 2) something horrible just happened. Windpaw doesn't really have anyone to let in. Nobody to love and hold. Nobody to share secrets with. Not even a friend. It isn't other's faults. Windpaw feels that friends are just a waste of time. Sometime in the future, they'll turn and stab you in the back. It always happens. Most don't hear her voice. But when they do, their heart starts pounding, their eyes go wide, and some more. It always happens. Windpaw's voice, since you don't hear it much, can be recognized in a crowd. Her voice isn't soothing like honey. Just, unnatural. It has a rough edge to it, though still feminine. Windpaw may be called a lot of different things, but the most common one is extraordinary.

|Cinema | Jaypaw|
|March 2014 - June 2014|
Each scene of a life is put together like a movie, and whether that movie is horror, and gruesome, is sadly not up to you. You can only guide your future, and steer it but in the end you won’t know the outcome until it comes. Only know one thing that although there may be many movies in many Cinema’s, some are similar, yet there are many that are sinister, and gruesome yet in no way alike with the others of the same concept. Some are wonderful, yet some… are none that you would ever want to see. When it comes to the future you may never know what happens, not tomorrow, or the next day, or even ten minutes from now. The plans you made, may crumble, and yet at the end the Cinema replays your life on repeat for everyone to watch, to judge, to see the mistakes that you have made, to poke, and prod, to pull you apart piece by piece. Some things are things that you have forgotten, while others are so dark, that even though you tried to hard to hide them, it has been displayed on repeat. Every little thing is an act, the flashing smile? fake. That gleam in his eyes? fake, that gleam is darker than you realize, and it’s a memory that has been forcing it’s way back up no matter how hard you try to push it down. It’s haunting his memories, his mind, his eyes. Often times, those dark eyes are often lost in thought, they’re as blank as a bottomless pit, yet deep inside that pit is so much emotion, that you really have to look at to see what it is. It’s often mistaken for happiness, as it has that smile to go with it, but no one truly want’s to ask what is wrong because it’s so much easier to be lied to, and not be concerned, since it wouldn’t be their problem anymore. Cinema, a movie on display, yet no one has come to see, so no one has know the struggles that he had been through. Good, because if they looked into those eyes to truly see what was in them, their souls would crack into fragments so small that it would be impossible to fix. It’s the same with this young cats heart that was once so whole, that is now in so many pieces, that it’s impossible to find them all, to put them all back together. Shadows are his ally, yet he doesn’t like the side of the dark, yet he matches it anyways. The darkness has taken control, from his black fur, to the white as snow spot on his chest, to his amber eyes, with the slightest hint, of a green/blue hue. Although he said to be claimed by the darkness he doesn’t act like it. He’s a lot gentler than most would think of a male feline to be, he speaks softly to those that he tries so hard to save, and for those that he is fighting for. The death of his family had brought on a steel covered determination that only death could break. Cinema isn’t like your average feline, he seems to have a slightly more feminine build in size. He doesn’t see use to fighting, so he devotes every second of his time to saving those who need it instead of wasting it on foolish things such as fighting, and training. His nimble paws are meant to save not to kill, and he likes it that way. His dark eyes have seen too much in his lifetime, to many dark and sinister things, and he wants an end to that. He is fighting to bring light to the world, despite the haunted look in his eyes, and the dark memories that rip through his brain like a tornado, tearing everything in his path. Dark nightmares haunt him everytime he closes his eyes, so his eyes always seem to be dull with exhaustion between not sleeping, and saving others. When he fails to save someone, the death has an heavy impact on him just as much as the siblings of the lost one. It’s another mistake that he has made, another failure, another life lost at his paws, the paws that have saved many, the lives that have been lost, and the ones that he wasn’t able to save… As his story is repeated in a dark and dreary Cinema, will you be able to determine the ending? Will you have to watch it over and over, or will you be to weak to withstand the pain that he has been endured? Remember that you may be watching it, but he has lived it.

|Mountainpaw | Honeystorm|
|July 2014 | September 2014|
Mystical, Mysterious. Night and day blend, the same and different. They look the same, at least to some, to whom StarClan has revoked sight, both the beautiful and horrid, for sometimes unknown reasons. To one she-cat they lent a dark pelt, as dark as the mountains, with mackerel (busy) markings like liquid silver, covering a deeper stony colored underside. Two orbs bright as the moon, that lend nothing, useless. StarClan set her course. Working, trying, adapting. Hardening, softening, molding. Fierce and loyal. StarClan started her journey down the path which all cats took, despite the missing sense. They lent her strength and power, and let her rise as an apprentice, the loss insignificant. But StarClan hadn't finished. Something drew her from her den and lead her to a world of sharp scents and sickness. A world of injury and pain, yet a world of help, of healing. Something drew her, away from the known and toward a new path. A world where she excelled far more. StarClan had guided her down a different path, and this was set in a stone like her namesake. Who'd of thought the blind would excel in a path where few with the loss stood proudly? Then who would think, one would forsake her past path for a new, startlingly different life? This new path lead to many challenges, all which were overcome with the help of StarClan. Sometimes, StarClan even lent her the use of sight, but only when they spoke with her.That itself was a new world. Some wonder, how did such a success, switch her life for a more humble respect? Few know the answer, and few dare to ask. Her tongue is sharp as her wits, and she never lets her claws dull. Mysterious, Mystical. Remember those words when thinking of this she-cat. And one final thing to never forget. She was a warrior before she was a healer. She can defend and she can fight. She may help, but never forget the disaster she can cause.

|Lethariapaw | Fallenredemption|
|December 2014 - March 2015|
Silent footsteps across a snow covered forest floor, delicate paw prints left behind in the cold powder, the red of blood seeping in. It was truly the hardest leafbare of the young tom’s life. Cats were falling one after the other, like flies, struck down by an epidemic level breakout of black cough. It spread like wildfire, the silent killer they called it. One day you could be fine and dead the next, blood trickling from still, parted lips, eyes blank. There was sickness everywhere, the stench of death and sickness so thick in the air it was hard to even breathe, although most feared to anyway. He had never known a fear so great as he did then, terrified everyday that another would fall or that he himself would be next. He couldn’t stop it, didn’t have the training then, but even when the responsibility did not fall on his shoulders he’d never felt more helpless. It tore him apart at night, lying in his nest and listening to the wheezing coughs of his clanmates, the dying rattles of others. There was no quarantine to be had, no safe haven where they could be safe. All he could do was pray his hardest to his ancestors that those who were left would be spared. They weren’t. He, and a few stragglers, ones who had fled early one and only returned to see the damage for themselves before leaving again, were left. He moved on, walking through the upheaved blood of his fallen brethren to another life, another place. It was hard, being on his own. He never had been before, constantly surrounded by the comforting presence of family or friends. But then he was truly alone, walking until his paws were raw and hallucinations nearly claimed his mind, half starved before he finally collapsed onto a snow bank, intent on not getting up again. They found him then, nearly frozen but heart still beating weakly. They brought him home, to a place where lives thrived and he finally felt like he could be safe again. He knew that a warrior’s life was no longer for him, the calling much greater and much stronger for that of healing. He would help them now, if times got rough, he had the knowledge and the skill. No one else would die in vain, not if he could help it. Tiny, like a wisp of smoke, and colored as such, with shocking green eyes, large for such a small face. Soft spoken, a bit timid, but intelligent and secretly quite sarcastic within his thoughts - which he has a tendency to voice out loud without meaning to. Often bites off more than he can chew but he has an innate need to prove his worth and capability to his clan, that despite his size and timid nature that he can provide and buckle down when he needs to. Overall loyal, deathly terrified of dying alone.

| Cloudedpaw | eyelet|
|June 2015 - July 2015|
Cloudedpaw is a fluffy white she-cat with cloudy grey-blue blotches running from the top of her head, down her back and all the way to the tip of her tail. She has brilliant light blue eyes and often wears a distant expression. When she was a young kit she was a kittypet, named Snowbelle at the time, and her Twolegs always treated her well, until one day they took her to the Cutter. When she awoke the day after, the only thing she could feel was the horrible pain in her toes. For days she couldn’t walk and soon afterward she discovered with a shock that her claws were gone. Cloudedpaw took her first chance to escape, slipping out the back door and racing into the woods. After weeks of wandering, she was taken in by SunClan and cared for by Mountainsound, the Clan’s Medicine Cat. Her paws still pain her after periods of activity, but she is mostly happy with her life in the Clans, finally apprenticed to Mountainsound. She is a bit older than a typical apprentice, but is still learning the ways of the Clan and of medicine. She absolutely idolizes Mountainsound and wants to learn as much as possible from her. Sometimes she misses her Twolegs, but when she remembers what they did to her, Cloudedpaw’s anger returns, along with the pain in her toes. Her favorite thing to do is to care for the elders of the Clan and to gather herbs early in the morning, when dew is still on the grass. She is kind and generous towards every cat, but can be harsh when scolding her Clanmates for their carelessness.

|Plaugedpaw | Eclipsekit|
|July 2015 - May 2016|
s a kit, the tom always stuck out. He was always the smallest of the kits, the last one to picked when playing a game, and was always the last to know something. It wasn't that he was mean or anything, in fact he's quite nice, it's just that there was nothing extraordinary about him. He was particularly strong like the other cats, he wasn't big like the other cats, he wasn't intelligent, and he wasn't handsome, especially with that cataract over his left eye that left him blind in that eye. It wasn't his fault he was born way too early. He's grateful he's alive and all but he's still ashamed when he compares himself next to others his age. It seems that he will never be good enough, I mean, he wasn't even good enough for his mother. When he was younger, his mother left him on SunClan's border and the tom always blamed himself. He was too small for his mother's love, so she left him alone and on the brink of death in some foreign place. And although Plagueddreams doesn't recall being that young, he wakes up in a sweat ever so often about his mother abandoning him, and on really bad nights he dreams of his clan abandoning him. The tom is thankful and forever in debt to SunClan's niceness to take in some misfit like him, but he knows he'll never repay his debt and forever be a burden with his one good eye. If he could somehow repay his debt, than everything in his life would be justified. His faith in StarClan would be renewed and he wouldn't think about joining their ranks as often as he does

|Roamingpaw | Mosskit|
|May 2016 | October 2016|
Roamingelk, a Benevolent Burmese, is the significant outcome of Copperthroat and Littlemoon, along with his brother, Pineshiver. The half siblings he is aware of are Darklily, Blackwater, Snowstep, Spidershadow and Ravenwinter. The tom had a sister once, too, but he was never aware of the kit since she had been dead at birth, his parents never speaking about their loss much. Appearing most like his mother with some of his father's features showing through, he wears a short coat with a white and dusty tinted color, the figure of visage is a slightly pushed inward shape and a grumpy-looking mask and ears colored in dark brown with two light green eyes and white whiskers that stretch long and far. It's a miracle he and his brother are living, being birthed earlier than expected. Knowing that his mother was murdered shortly after offered Roamingelk a whole new outlook on life. The young tom drifted into depression and he couldn't even manage lifting his eyes to look at another being during this time. His mother taught him one thing, the knowing that life is so delicate and that it could be taken away at any moment caused him to shift in personality. He looks after Pineshiver closely out of worry that he would once again lose someone he held dearly in the blink of an eye. What gave him power was this lesson, however, and he ended up taking place as a medicine cat so that if anything were to happen to his family, he would have a chance to save them.

|Splinteredpaw | *Carter*|
|October 2016 - March 2017|
Fate's arrow points in mysterious directions,but for this young sleek black tom the arrow has yet to show one definite path. For his mind was shattered and the pieces lost when he was separated from the only kin he had even known. You see fate can be cruel and it left Splinteredpaw with only one piece left. A memory. A nightmare of the day he lost his way. The sweet smell of his mother and the warmth of her brown striped pelt flowing through the air. His favorite story rolling off her tongue. A grand tale about a group of cats that lived under the light of the moon. Cats that hunt, fight, and take care of each other. One cat always stood out. A spirit with a name as cold as ice but a heart as warm as the sun. Rain fell from the sky as his mother’s voice showed the sorrow that leaving the clan held on her heart. You see Mulchfeather was the protector of this group of cats and was not suppose to fall in love, and he was never suppose to be born. An abrupt flash cut off his mother’s tale and Splinteredpaw felt the heat of the fire that blazed above him. He turned in time to see his mother’s amber eyes before the flames consumed her and his eyes flew open. When he woke up from that night his smoky gray tabby stripes blending in with ash and his mother was nowhere to be seen. With Splinteredpaw’s only source of knowledge gone, he needed answers. Answers that could only be answered by the cats with stars in their pelts. He needed to find the clans, as their healers were the only ones that could connect him to starclan and to end his nightmare. Splinteredpaw vowed to improve his knowledge of medicine and to carry on his mother's legacy. He just prayed that when he made it to the holy hunting grounds that it wasn’t Mulchfeather that was reflected in his eyes. Only the stars could tell the direction of fate and where the arrow will point for Splinteredpaw

|Shadepaw | Foxflames|
|April 2017 - May 2017|
Shadetail can be described as a wave of calm. The she-cat knows how to stay level-headed in any situation, and she is a quick and capable learner. Her personality is overall mild, but she has a distinctive, caring heart that is large enough for her entire clan. Shadetail can empathize with others pain, making her an ideal cat to have around when another cat needs comfort.

|Risingpaw | orderofthedragon|
|June 2017 - August 2017|
beauty like Risinghealer , one would think her life would have been a grand one. Indeed her start in life was tragic. Her Mother died shortly after her birth, in which she was still born. Her Father committed suicide , leaving his still born daughter, and her older three siblings, to die. A healer cat, who lived near by , found them as she was looking for some herbs , she needed to collect. The three siblings left to become kitty - pet's , while the healer, worked on their younger sibling. It seemed like hours , but eventually , Risinghealer , took her first breath of life. As she got older, the healer taught her all she knew of herbs, and how to use them. Her sharp mind, is able to remember the tiniest details , and the multiple uses they have. has an excellent mind, able to memorize the slightest details, and or descriptions. She is very observant when it comes to knowing what herbs look like, what they are used for, how to use them and when to use them.She won't hesitate to ask questions, if she doesn't understand something. As a kit she seems to always be in the medicine den looking at herbs and asking questions. Most cats would chide her, telling her she should be playing and being a kit, but she only replies with * It's better to learn and be prepared with a little knowledge then it is starting with none * Most of the time cats will back off and let her do as she pleases. She tries to learn all she can about hunting and fighting as well, for those things could save her life one day. She doesn't want to have a mate or kits, but dedicates her life to serving and doing the will of Starclan. She puts loyalty above everything else, and trust second. She won't trust anyone without a good reason.She is looks to her Elder's , Leader, Deputies and Medicine cats for guidance. If she has to choose sides she will think of all the pros and cons before picking one. Risinghealer will stand her ground if she does get into a fight or an argument. She won't lift a claw to strike anyone, unless they have wronged her or the clan in a way that is unforgivable. She believes that everyone deserves justice and a fair trial , before judgement is cast. Her gentle, kind and loyal manner , make it hard for her to fight, unless it is for a fair reason, in which she sees no reason too. Instead of wanting to hurt anyone, she wishes to heal and mend those who are wounded either physically, emotionally or spiritually. Her mind is never on fighting or hurting anyone, instead it is on herbs, herbal mixtures, and healing. When someone gets hurt or angry she often feels it, like a pit feeling in her stomach. She will sit with anyone who is feeling sad or hurt and try and comfort them , the best she can. She believes in StarClan and will obey them no matter what. She obeys the Warrior Code and Medicine Cat Codes , and never strays from them. She is completely loyal to StarClan and her Clan. If She had to choose between StarClan , the Warrior and Medicine Code and the Clan , she will always choose StarClan. Risinghealer was named Risinghealer for two reasons, Rising because, she rose above death and fought to survive, and Healer , because she chooses to heal and care for those weaker then herself, then to fight and kill those who try to harm or kill. As for kits and mates, she doesn't know if she will ever have them, her path is uncertain. Does she follow the ways of a healer or is she fit for leading or being just a warrior ?. Until her path is certain, she will wait for the right time , place , and circumstances, present themselves to her.

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