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ROBINRING

Incredibly precise and always in control, this keen tomcat doesn't take a step that he hasn't already considered from several different angles. He only feels safe and confident when he has a grasp on the events swirling around him and is constantly making subtle rearrangements to suit his purposes. His patience is unyielding, his mask unbreakable, and everyone else sees only what he allows them to peek at. It's no secret that Robinring must always be the smartest cat in the room, but more hidden is the ice in his eyes and the efficiency of his bitter swift retribution. An undersized multicolor tom with pale blue eyes.

Mate: Roseshade
Kits: (nieces/nephews; Gar x Brindle)

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BRAKEWINGS

The chosen one. The hero. Sometimes he can scarcely believe it’s him of all cats—aren’t heroes supposed to be born of greatness? He fiercely loved his parents Dancingjellyfish and Hedgehogash, but they were just normal warriors. His sister was the special one, hand-chosen to be medicine cat apprentice, and he was proud of her. He was a little upset they wouldn’t train together, and a little jealous, but he loved Vixenpaw and he was proud of her. He was just a normal cat then; he remembers those kit days fondly, though they feel distant as a dream. One he became an apprentice everything changed as the StarClan warrior Yellowmoon informed of his tragic destiny. His sister was inept, she was confused, she was wrong, and if she was allowed to become a healer she would take lives by accident instead of saving them. Brakewings was the only one that could stop her— by taking her place. He wrestled with the decision for moons as he trained, but as their parents and siblings Doekit and Wolverinekit perished, he started to believe his spirit guide was right. He became a warrior but it wasn’t his destiny and he had to become medicine cat before it was too late, or all those deaths would be on his paws. Brakewings is a calm and brave cat, reasonable, with a good heart and a warm smile. He wants to help his clan to the best of his ability and his confidence has only grown with the revelations about his future. He’s a bit of a pushover and tends to nod along even when he doesn’t agree, then act on his own when he has time. When he believes he’s in the right, Brakewings is impulsive: when nobody is watching he’ll disobey an order or look after an enemy because his conscience urges him too. Yellowmoon taught him herbs alongside warrior moves, different herbs than his mentor, and he tends to believe his sprit guide over the living. A solemn and determined tom that believes the best of his clanmates, it never occurred to him to question Yellowmoon’s story, so he is unaware of the truth: it’s all a lie. The Dark Forest she-cat fabricated everything and only wants to use him to harm the clan, and he’s playing right into her paws.

Mate: None
Kits: (With Defiledblood) Pulsarpaw/ban (ian), Galaxykit/takeover (ashestoashes), Constellationkit/haunt (seeker), Yellowmoonkit/eternal (lore), Astralkit/travel (Open), Novakit/secret (shadow)

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REZNOR

The white bow he wears around his throat is a reminder of his imminent death. He can trace every decision of his life back to that singular article, to the bright and gloomy night that he first received it. The proxy took one look at him, just an innocent young kitten, and declared his only worth was as a meal. Reznor was marked for death, but there is nothing he wants more than life, and he will do whatever it takes to fight for it. He has learned to tame his emotions, to keep them in check, because he can't afford to let his attachments get in his way. Feeding the enemy is the only way to change the color of his ribbon; providing a few kits here and there to appease here is a small price to pay for his own life. And if he can be cold and heartless enough to justify turning his own kin into fresh-kill, what isn't he capable of? Don't be deceived by his soft ashen fur and rounded features; he might look harmless, just a little kid in a big scary world, but he's fighting for his place there. Most other cats don't fight for the right to live. They might struggle to survive, but he is facing a greater uphill battle, and it has hardened his heart. The social chameleon, he can charm with a cocky smile and a wink, a comforting laugh; but beneath the warm exterior he is ice, frozen to the core to block his emotions from overwhelming him. He can play the part, whatever it may be, if it increases his chances of survival. Cruelty is all Reznor has ever known: his parents were uncaring and distant, the proxy loomed over him with her eager threats, his siblings were so wrapped up in their own troubles to spare him a second glance. He doesn't know how to be vulnerable. He tries to hide his weaknesses - every unexpected tap on his shoulder sends his life flashing before his eyes, so he schools himself on remaining alert to his surroundings, constant scanning, refusing to let his fear show. He won't let anyone in, not even the cats he cares about. It isn't just that Reznor doesn't want to scare them away: he can't afford to let them know the truth of him, can't let them make him soft and exposed. He can't afford love. When he reaches his twentieth moon, Reznor will face his untimely end, and until that day he will fight without mercy to change his fate. He has sweet blood of his mother, Misty Rose, and the legendary blood of leaders on his father, Sparrow's, side.

Mate: None
Crush: Wintershine
Kits: Deceased (NPCs, x2)

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WARRIORS

Sweetwheat DayClan
Summer night sneaking out from behind her moms back felt like trouble, lighting a thrill in her heart and throwing caution to the wind. Her paws skimmed the earth as she followed her brother out the back. Maybe if Harv hadn’t taken notice of the other kit they could have never left their peaceful childhood and quiet clan life. But the moment they walked out of the nursery with the other kit at their side they left their peace and quiet far behind, forgotten as a toy. DayClan was the big destination, the neighboring clan full of wheat. She had never left camp a day in her life though, the tunnels winded and the thrill of becoming lost intoxicated her mind, begging her paws to move further, see what was around every corner. If there was a string tied around her tail she would have tied herself up exploring every crevice if she could. When they emerged from the tunnels there was a river in their way and a long way to DayClan if they walked all the way around. Harv and Sweet chose to brave it, but they were older, a bit more nimble with sharper claws to hang onto rocks. The other kit was younger, more clumsy and his claws hadn’t grown in. He slipped, cracked his head open on a rock while choking down on water. No one knows if the head injury killed him or if he drowned. Harv and Sweet never blamed themselves, they blamed it on the twisting maze, the adults for not paying better attention, the current for being too fast, and the rocks for being too slippery. The guilt of killing the kit ran over her mind like she was water and the guilt was water. Never allowing it to touch her, but it poisoned her pureness nonetheless. The Sun God had little sympathy and cursed her and her brother to be forced to feel the pain the kit felt. They were hacking up water, heads pounding for a whole week as they suffered and lived. A slave to their own mortality, death follows Sweet closely. She has many near death experiences, but nothing can ever be enough to end her suffering. Sweet is very conflicted on where her heart lies in SunClan, sometimes dreaming of finding refuge in DayClan among the sweet wheat. Written by Faith.

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what's the big Deal

ROBINRING

BRAKEWINGS

REZNOR

WARRIORS

QUEENS

APPRENTICES

KITS

ELDERS