CO-DEPUTY
Whisperingstorm [ lightingeye ] --- ( June 9, 2009 - August 7, 2009 )
A dark grey tom with lighter flecks. He has kind, green eyes. He is quiet but would put his life before anyone else's. He is determined to be a great warrior and is incredibly loyal. Mate to Wishmoon.
Sandeyes --- ( September 25, 2009 - September 29, 2009)
A light ginger she-cat with light amber eyes. She is a tough fighter and always chooses the right path to follow. Sandeyes is kind and caring, and also is a wonderful hunter.
Honeyheart[ Rainfire2 ] ---( November 18, 2009 - November 21, 2009 )
a yellow she cat with one black ear and eye. She is very caring and nice but fierce in battle. She is young but extremly smart. She is a talented hunter and feared fighter but is kinda small which makes her un-sure of herself. She follows the warrior-code unless she feels it is necessary to break it. She always feels she has to prove herself and that makes her stronger. She is very protective of all kits and wishes to have some of her own one day. She is very loyal and always does what is best for the clan.
Lostsoul [ Blinsoul ] ---( November 22, 2009 - March 21, 2010 )
A black she-cat with dark brown paws,tail,and ears.She has light yellow eyes.She is fast yet swift.She is skystars sister. She used to be a loner until she found out her sister had died. She tryes her best to earn her clans trust.She loves to hunt and fight.She would like to have kits and a mate.
Aspentail [ Poppyspirit ] --- (April 6, 2010- April 21, 2010 )
Gray tom with four white paws and a white tipped tail. He is smart and funny and extremly loyal. He loves to hunt with his friends. He would like to be leader one day and maybe have a mate too. But he will wait for the right she cat to come along.
Eaglewing [ ginagift ] ---( April 27, 2010 - July 21, 2010 )
A light brown tabby tom who has very light black stripes and white paws. He also has very wise and loyal green eyes. He is a very good hunter and hates to spill blood. He seems to have to sides to him. With his clanmates he is very loyal, easy-going, wise, gentle, caring, clever and affectionate. When he is put up with an enemy he is very cunning, quick, strong, sly and reasonable. He gives himself a moment to strageize before he attacks but is still mercifull when he fights. He won't kill unless it's an direct order but still even then he feels bad about it. He doesn't heaistate to protect his comrades or his clan and he watchs out his other friends backs. He can be found either out hunting, hanging out training his apprentice or playing with his kits.
Glitzflower [ Hawkfire123 ] --- ( July 22, 2010 - September 5, 2010 )
an amber she-cat with multiple white speckles. She has amber eyes to match her coat. She has a feisty attitude but can be on the easy side. She is excellent at hunting but fighting is her expertiece. She is known for her honesty, but keeps secrets, unless it is for the best. She is good at keeping other in order, unless it doesn't require any organization. During battles, she prefers sneak attacks instead of rushing into it.
Kuromaru/ Marissa [ Firewolf3 ] --- ( September 5, 2010 - October 14, 2010 )
Kuromaru: With wolf-like features that build his entire body, Kuromaru is certainly not a cat to mess with. His claws are lethally sharp and curved perfectly to the point where one swipe can take a cat down. His fangs are also not a feature to take lightly, as he will gladly demonstrate why he should not be messed with. His thick dark gray pelt is aligned with scars, showing the many battles he's been in, and he can no longer use his right eye. He is missing his left ear, which some think he lost in a battle, but others say he was born like that. His underbelly is a lighter shade of gray, reaching all the way down to his paws, though his tail remains the darker gray, and the bottom of his muzzle is light gray. One smaller black spot circles his right eye, which is a metallic gray, rarely holding a spark of warmth in it. As a kit, he was shunned for looking more like a wolf than a cat, giving him his harsh attitude towards other cats. He had two brothers, both opposites of him, though they were swiftly killed by a disease that proved too strong for their weaker bodies. His parents died soon after, from a Twoleg poison they gained by eating rotten-smelling mice. For these reasons, and others unsaid, Kuromaru is very touchy on the subject of his past, never mentioning it or allowing it to be mentioned. The 'Kuro' prefix of his name means black, which some think it to be referring to his dark gray pelt, and the 'maru' suffix means perfection, or full circle. Many say he came from a Clan known as the Inuzuka Clan, though none know whether or not this it true. Now, his only loyalty is to SpringClan and he would defend it with his life. Due to an accident he had with a she-cat when he was younger, Kuromaru has completely given up on finding love, though he dares not fight with fate if the right cat comes along.
Marissa: A lovely chocolate-brown she-cat with solemn, vanilla-like silver eyes. Not many cats get to know her, but those who do, absolutely love her. Despite Marissa's tendency to stay away from most cats, she can be very out-going when she gets to know a cat. She's quite wise and spends time tutoring younger cats, making sure not one cat is left out. She's very close to her younger sister, Snow, and completely protective over her, due to their terrible past. As kits, Snow and Marissa were abused by their own parents and forced to kill other cats for survival. Then when Snow refused one day and their father tried to kill her, Marissa struck, killing both their parents. She and Snow stole away from their former home across the mountains and began the life of a traveler, never staying in one place for long. That is, until they found SpringClan. Stumbling into the camp by accident, the pair met Willowmagic, Willowkit at the time, and learned the ways of the Clan. It was then Snow decided she wanted to stay in SpringClan and, since Marissa can't disagree with her, so they did. Now, Marissa would give her life for any cat in the Clan. She has a deep hate against Kuromaru, the former Co-Deputy, ever since he betrayed the Clan. Being the she-cat she is though, she truly wants revenge and won't stop until she sees Kuromaru's lifeless body under her claws, which are magnificently sharp. Even though, Marissa prefers hunting than to killing or fighting since her speed gives her the advantage. But one thing to never ask is what her past was like. A mistake that could cost a life.
Pyricblades [ xxlove ] --- ( October 27, 2010 - November 19, 2010 )
His name does not do him justice. Many avoid him because of this name. They think of him as an obsessed pyro or crazed killer. Neither of these are true. His name comes strictly from his pelt, which is a handsome pale ginger colour, completed with light amber eyes that hold a faint tinge of shadowed emerald, a lovely shade at that. He holds high dignity and remains a regal figure of authority, never backing down when he sets out to do something. In battle, he lives by his name. He becomes a blade of pyric power, refusing to back away from so-called challengers and killers. Leaders and successors. But in camp, surrounded by the cats he loves, he's a soft kitten, always happy to play with the kits and relax in the warriors den. When he speaks, his voice is always a loud bellow or a roar, making him the prime playmate for all kits, even the ones who refuse to admit it. His loud voice and stern regality are the things that make him feared in combat, be it just a border skirmish or a full out war. A longing to be respected truly is what he aims for. He hopes that by the time he becomes leader, he'll know when anger and sharp tongue-lashes are needed and when a calm, serene attitude must be displayed. He's dutifully bound to his Clan, keeping his bonds strong within it, and showing no fear when it comes to the defense of his clanmates. To him, the lower ranking cats are what make up the Clan. Not the leader, deputy, or co-deputy. He believes that even the medicine cat is high ranked than he. This is due to his time as a kit. His beloved, yet horrific time as a kit. His mother had taught him to show proper respect to all those deemed higher than he, and even those lower. She made sure he would grow into a loyal, regal cat, one who she could be proud of. His father has other plans. He tried molding his son into what he wanted. A monster. A true, blood-thirsty monster seeking blood and death. This was stopped by his mother, who sacrificed herself to protect her son and to be sure he would not carry any evil traits. Her sacrifice was well meant and in return, he vowed to be a calm, level-headed tom focused only on being loyal to those he saw higher than himself, which is practically every cat. No cat could say he has not earned his spot in StarClan, even if he fails to actually believe in them. He always says that he wants to be with his mother when it is his time to leave the world of the living.. His dearly beloved mother Cressida. No one dares to speak of his family, due to the open pain he shows when reminded of his past. One moment, he could be romping with the kits, his booming voice ringing out around the camp, and the next, he'll be sulking as quiet as his nature would permit, dismissing himself from the games with the next generation of his Clan. Showing his emotions openly doesn't bother him as it would most cats, being he knows he has nothing to hide. This gives him a sense of warm pleasure along with pride and happiness, something he'd gladly give his life for. Not the feeling, but the cats who give him that feeling. All cats, even his enemies. Pyricblades is quite the cat, one of wonders and mysteries, but for this, he's respected more then he knows
Lionroar [ Starryhope ] --- ( November 19, 2010 - November 22, 2010 )
Pale, sun-colored tom with three white paws. His eyes are a warm amber-gold, and his voice is deep and comforting. A noble, thoughtful type of cat. Thinks before he acts, and is always kind to others. Doesn't like to hurt any cat, Clanborn or not, but would die fighting for his Clan and his kin. Not one to rush off and make rash decisions. Doesn't lose his temper often, but if you harm a hair on a cat he cares about, you'll learn that it isn't just his coat that gives him his name. Is an easy cat to make friends with, and is very respected throughout the Clans. Respects and follows the warrior code in every aspect. Follows his heart and trusts his instincts. He led the patrol that found High(butterfly) and her mother (who was dead by that point), and he recognized that her mother was his mate. Has kept the secret from everyone, even High(butterfly), who has no idea that her father is even alive. He cares for her very much, although he wants to fall in love again once more. He also has two other kits (now warriors) - one in FallClan, and the other one is Leafblade. Refuses to tell anyone, especially Leafblade and High(butterfly), about his relationship to them
Hollyflare [ Littlesky ] --- ( November 30, 2010 - December 16, 2010 )
Holly.You think sweet, right? Your true to an extent. Hollyflare is fierce but friendly, trying to be the best warrior she can be, but has a small temper that is easily controled, but she can bring it out in situations when it is needed.Good leadership skills? Check. Friendly? Check. Good hunter and fighter? Check. Whats not to like about this cat? Nothing, unless you have a problem with former rouges. She was born as a rouge, daughter of Blood and Sun, but quickly found her way to being a loner, and eventually a warrior of Springclan. She has great hunting and fighting skills from her days as a rouge and loner, fighting for life, and hunting for herself. Her coat is the color of Ginger with a small white band aroung her tail, and a white foot, with leafy green eyes. She is immensly friendly, and makes friends quite easily, in fact. Her bigest fear is getting betrayed, which hopes will never happen. She is a bit impatient, but that can be in any cat. She does not really want a mate or kit's, and would rather focus on her position in the clan.
Secretwish [ Sharpaw ] --- ( December 16, 2010 - January 11, 2011 )
A beauty. A bold and cunning beauty. Her pelt is a nice shining silver and her paws are a soft faded color. In the moonlight, her eyes shine like two emeralds, which makes her stand out in a crowd. Secretwish is not like most she-cats. She may be nice and gentle as the others, but there is something special about her. The way she battles and hunts make it seem like she's dancing, or flying in thin air. Secretwish may have a shy side, but the rest of her is full of wisdom and strength. Her courage is strong, which is the thing that most cats see about her at first. Even with Secretstar having a kind and gentle heart, she can be a bit sensitive, or just the opposite. She has a bad temper, and she isn't afraid to use her claws, which are sharp all the time. But before she lets herself take a blow at you, she first warns you to go away, because she trangely can't control her dark side. With her parents as killers, she was raised as one as well, learning to always fight with tooth and claw, and never showing any mercy. But after months of being a rogue, and being taught to be cruel, she somehow saw the beautiful and bright side of things in life, and quickly changed her ways. The first move she made was to run away, knowing she couldnt confront her parents, because the would kill her if she did. She had spent those cold days all alone in leaf-bare, until she was old enough to start a clan, and had become one of the finest leaders anyone can have. Her battling skills coem in handy at hunting,and she is always glad to show them off, yet she doesnt like to brag. But even though she has turned awya form the bad, she sometimes gets these instincts to fight for her life, even if it isn't really neccessary; so she tries to control it as much as she can, to show she is no harm at all. And besides her battling, she is a very swift she-cat, and has an excellent sill in hiding. Now, besides her physical skills, her wisdom had become very handy with the clan. She knows right form wrong, and always stops a fight when she is needed.
Batwrath/ Twinklesnow [ Drizzledrop /Gingerfern ] --- ( February 2, 2011 - March 16, 2011 )
Batwrath: A pure bred Oriental cat with sleek short black fur with pale amber eyes that look almost yellow. Because of his breed he has large ears, kind of like a bat, that make him stand out and a thin narrow face and nose. The simplist way to discribe this tom is the creepiest cat is SpringClan. His smile has be known to send shivers down the spines of many. Despite his creepiness, Batwrath has a good heart. Which he has given to the love of his life, Strawberryswing. He strictly follows the warrior code and is extremely loyal to SpringClan. He loves his kits dearly, Fernkit, Goldenkit and even Bluekit. He grieves for their lost ones sometimes when he's alone and often seeks the comfort of his hole/crevice that resides near the warriors' den. As a kit he often slept there until he was 'persuaded' by Strawberryswing not to. And even though he never had the ambition as a kit, he now wishes to be known as Batstar one day. Batwrath can often be seen playful, like a kit, but this is only around his close friends and family. To others he retains his creepy exterior. Batwrath didn't believe in StarClan, but he's slowly changing his mind. During his time in SpringClan he's seen his fair share of death, including that of two leaders; Eaglestar and Reluctantstar. He knows that the path to leadership is a dangerous one, but he wants it anyway.
Twinklesnow: A very striking mostly white she-cat with brown patches over her very blue eyes and ears. Her tail is long and fluffy with a brown tint. This beauty is a Lilac point Ragdoll cat. She may look soft and cuddly on the outside, but actually she's more of a prissy little miss. If something is out of place, mainly her fur. She will fuss about it until the sun goes down. But that's where this little lady gets complicated, further into her personality is an unmatched brightness. She's heart warmingly sweet, but get on her fussy side and she will complain until your ears fall off. Twinklesnow is an unpredictable, charming, fussy little madam with quite the attitude. Depending on her mood she can be quite snippy especially if her nest isn't perfect or the fresh-kill pile looks untidy. Though as much as she complains and whines about how things aren't perfect or to her standards, she really is one of the sweetest cats in SpringClan. The reason why she is so fussy is because before she came to SpringClan and become the Co-Deputy she was a spoiled kittypet. She left after wanting more than what had and her talents were quickly spotted when she arrived in SpringClan, causing her to be chosen as the next Co-Deputy. Her pickiness is also concentrated on toms, she won't settle down until she finds the 'perfect' one. She's slightly impulsive and will make decisions she later comes to regret. She does apologize for them and hopes that a sweet smile will help her in her quest for forgiveness. Twinklesnow is quite obvious around toms she does like,. It's rarely seen, but she becomes quite distant and shy.
Noblehawk [ Bambi ] --- ( May 29, 2011 - June 15, 2011 )
The tom looks rough and ragid. His big muscular appearance is threatening to anyone, but don't be fooled. Noblehawk isn't all that meets the eye, the tom is actually very sweet and gentle. His silken fur simular to the color of mud or tree bark. It's feathery feel goreously combined with a dark tent. Markings that signifies a tiger float down his pelt. Black tabby stripes that seem to pop out at very random places over his back, tail, and legs. The tips of his ears are jet black, and the tabby stripes stop just outside his wide, oval-eyes. His iris are very unique to him, a beautiful green shade. Freckled brilliantly with white and silver, and a dark brown ring around the pupil. His fur is short, and his tail is long, allowing him inhanced balance. He isn't very swift, due to his muscular build, but everyone has weaknesses, right? He has another weakness, one he is not proud of. When he was a young apprentice, only just recieving 'paw' at the end of his name, there was an accident. He was a very small cat back then, and he was out hunting alone. The tom was doing no harm, only trying to practice a battle move his mentor had showed him earlier that day, but he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The next thing he knew, there was a screeching noise, one of a hawk. His paws suddenly found no ground and he was being lifted into the sky, being taken by a huge hawk. The talons were deep into his skin and the young apprentice thrashed about, desperately trying to get free. During his attempt, he could felt the hawks talons painfully graze the left side of his face. He could feel the blood gush out, but with one final swipe of his claws, the hawk released him. Sending him falling to the ground, thankfully landing in a deep spring of water, so he wasn't hurt. The graze of the hawks talons had left the left side of his face brutaly scared. Prodominant scars of hawk talons forever rest from his left eye to his torn left ear and down to the base of his neck. Leaving him blind and deaf on his left side. He isn't the type of cat to go flawnting his skills, when he knows his weaknesses. Noblehawk has strength, but he doesn't believe a cat possess such thing if they don't have the brains or wit to control it properly. Fore, without knowledge, you can't use what you have correctly, and that could lead to turmoil. Noblehawk is a divined fighter and specializes in battle tactics. But he knows his limites. If it is a battle he can't win, Noblehawk wouldn't sacrifice the cats of his clan to maintain his pride. Although, fighting isn't his favorite form of solving a dispute. He would rather settle the arguement peacefully, but he is not to be underestimated. Noblehawk would do anything his clan asks of him. He would go great hights for anything a fellow clanmate needed. Thats another thing about Noblehawk, he believes in equality. No cat is better than the other. From the newborn kit, to the eldest elder. All of them are important to him, and he would do anything for SpringClan. Noblehawk loves to train apprentices.He loves the feeling of training a future warrior of his clan and training them to be strong and mighty to protect SpringClan and serve it faithfuly. He knows that no cat can follow the warrior code to the dot, and even himself has broken the ancient law a few times. But only on good terms and intentions. If a cat broke it for their own good, and no thought of others, they are guilty and should be treated as such. But, if they did it for their clan or good intentions in the end, they shouldn't be punished for trying to protect their clan. Noblehawk loves kits. He hopes to start a family soon and raise kits of his own that will continue to serve SpringClan, even after he passes to StarClan. Noblehawk believes in his clan and only hopes to lead it with greatness.
Spartacus [ Ashenfate ] --- ( July 6, 2011 - July 28, 2011 )
Odd name, yes? Don't worry, he is as much a clan cat as any. Born as a rogue, raised a fighter. From the moment he was born, he was thrown into a life of violence and rage. Only had this happened for the good of him. Making him strong, where he came from, only the strong and hard could call themselves fighters. Only the strong, only the hard. Forced to do anything to survive, he grew up with one moral. To die in battle, is to have the ultimate glory and honor. He is not afraid to die, never will he be... His deep brown eyes like a luminous light glowing in the distance, his strong shoulders etched with the finest muscles, and his large form towering over each. His dark gray fur hidden against truth, his claws clinking on the ground, glinting like a blade. No cat can doubt his loyalty. Ready to lay down his life for only one cat in his clan. His fighting skills precise, perfect some would say. But his hunting skills not as perfect, but everyone knows he is one not to be met in battle. This handsome tom isn't one to mess with, quiet, but sometimes a little to easy to snap.
Doveheart [ Corgilovers12 ] --- ( August 18, 2011 - September 19, 2011 )
A shade of silver streaks through the forest, snowy paws kissing the floor every time they meet. Silver tail fluttering through the wind like a kite. Calm ocean eyes filled with joy and bliss. This wonderful, stunning silver cat goes by the name Doveheart. Determined, brave, outgoing and caring are the words to describe this she-cat. Doveheart skills are impressive for such a petite cat as herself. Doveheart is always getting along with all the clanmates in her clan and is determined to help serve them. Her ocean eyes flicker in the stary night sky like blue fireflies floating in the air. Doveheart may seem like she's a soft heart, but inside those soft paws waylays deadly claws which are always prepared to attack when given command. Doveheart doesn't really like to battle, but if its needed she give all that she's got.
Quartzprism [ Jadewind ] --- ( October 21, 2011- October 21, 2011 )
Ever since the beginning, he's been putting the puzzle pieces together. Occasionally he'd find ones that fit together, allowing him to step a little further down the path of life, but more often he'd be caught with putting the wrong pieces together. One step forward, two steps back. At first, he had help. His parents directed him in the right path, until one day he woke up and they weren't there. Of course they'd taught him how to hunt, so it wasn't too bad. Winter fell though, and it got to the point where he could no longer survive the frosty nights. So instead of hunting for birds and mice, he hunted for a new family. That's when he discovered SpringClan. Quartzprism was of the age that he could be apprenticed, and soon he was going down the right road again. It became apparent that he was a skilled hunter as well as fighter. He had unique techniques and uncanny precision. At a younger age then normal, he was rewarded his warrior name. At this point, he thought he would get no further and he could live this life happily. Quartzprism is a patient, intelligent, level-headed tom that sees the logical side of any situation. He has a charming smile that gives him a charasimatic edge, and a quiet presence that remains reassuring. It wasn't many moons later though, when he really began to stand out. Without further ado, he was named co-deputy. Quartzprism was shocked and endlessly greatful, and yet another side of his personality materilized. He tackles problems efficently and is an incredible leader, and is very selfless. The handsome young tom has everything, and his life has only just begun. His eyes are a dark, languid amber. Ruddy reds and midnight blacks splash his calico pelt. Still, he lives with fear that at any moment, everything could be taken away, but he keeps the paranoia within. Everyone else only sees the quietly confident co-deputy, the helps lead SpringClan beautifully. And that is all they ever have to see. Loyal, clever, composed. Quartzprism.
Lastlight [ Oceantrap ] --- ( December 7, 2011 - March 31, 2012 )
Lastlight, Lastlight, Lastlight. On the outside, she looks like an average she-cat, with a pretty face at the most. Lastlight is a dainty silver tabby with white paws and a tuft of white on her chest. Her fur seems to always be freshly combed, though she isn't a kittypet; never was and never will be. Her eyes are almond shaped, and seem to have stolen the green hue of the northern lights in Alaska. She isn't a brave warrior with broad shoulders, but she isn't a little, horribly shy kitten, either. Her back right leg is longer than her left, so she has a permanent limp to her walk. Lastlight can be a little unusual, in a good way. She has a few quirks about her; she tends to talk to herself, and she usually sticks to her goals no matter how unrealistic they are. She still holds the traits of a leader, though - brilliant, wise, kind. As a kit, she listened to the voices of her mother and father telling her stories. The stories always had a happy ending; they were usually about the wonderful leaders of the clan or a quick-witted warrior. Her now deceased parents had created ambition inside of her, which made her strive to become a leader one day, and look where she is now. As for her parents, it's a long story. When her mother gave birth to her second litter, while Lastlight was still an apprentice, the next day she was found dead; more than likely by murder. Near her, there were two small kits and a pool of blood. Her father and the third kit were never found. This left a huge scar for Lastlight, who tries not to acknowledge that it actually happened. Lastlight wants to have a loving mate and kits of her own one day, but she still resides in fear of what happened to her parents and siblings. Sometimes, she wakes up panting from nightmares; usually revolved around her past. RPed by Oceantrap
Electricpersonality [ ElectricWalrus. ] --- ( April 4, 2012 - June 2, 2012 )
Bright eyed and bushy tailed, this one of a kind tom is always happy and ready to go. His large paws and muscular build means he would make an excellent warrior, but this cat has other things on his mind. He has been gifted with an exceptional memory, he can recall every herb, every tip and every trick. Seems awesome right? I mean with these powers you'd be the best cat ever, always helping others and knowing what to do! Well, you'd be very, very wrong. Because he can remember everything, it means he remembers every lost soul, every dying cat that was too far away for him to help them, every dying mother, all the blood, all the pain. But, he gets through it eventually. I mean, he's no heartless tom, he just learns how to deal with it better than most. You see, he is very masculine, and he thinks that if he shows fear, or if he cries that it makes him weak, so he just lets it out other ways, by training to fight or by going for a run. His electric blue eyes are the first thing everyone notices, bright orbs of colour, alive with hidden emotions and a mysterious aura. His snow white fur makes them stand out even more, I know most white cats with blue eyes are deaf, right? Well, not this one. He has keen hearing, brilliant eyesight and an acute sense of smell and direction. Although he is very handsome, his past as a healer means he doesn't think he should have a mate. He is very loyal and conservative, he gets embarrassed easily and tends to keep to himself. He is a very funny, charming fellow and he is respected and enjoyed throughout the Clan. But, it wasn't all blue skies and rainbows for this cat, he has had quite the journey. When he was born, he didn't have the best of starts. His mother gave birth to seven kits, with in two weeks, all except him had passed away. His mother was understandably grief-stricken and depressed. His father left, no one knows where to, but it's good he left while he did. Lucky for Electric, he was born into a small barn, full of mice and two other older she-cats who cared for him and his mother, but one day, when he was about two moons old, the barn had lit on fire. No one had heard it, no one had smelled it until it was too late. Only Electric survived. He was absolutely devastated and in utter shock. He didn't know where to go, he had only left the barn one time before, but that was with one of the older cats. Now he was all alone, no where to go, nothing to eat, no where to sleep. He soon figured out how to hunt, but mostly he scavenged, eating two-leg leftovers and even breaking down to the point where he would sleep in two-leg nests for a day or two so he could eat. He hated those nests, the two-legs were so loud, they gave him head aches. But, after he was stuffed he left, wandering and grazing. He grew older, and by now he was three moons old. He still had horrible nightmares, every time he blinked he saw his mother sitting there, not helping him. She just stared at him, her hazel eyes dull and full of anger. She never liked Electric, she blamed him for his brothers and sisters dying. The older cats were the ones who helped him get out, and once he escaped he tried to get them out to, but they had said that there was no point, that they had been born in that barn and that they were destined to die in that barn. He had never understood that, he probably never will. So, as he got older he learned how to survive, this hard-core kit established a territory, had a regular supply of food and he always kept to himself. Until the rouges came along. Dozens of them. They came pouring in to his town, seemingly out of no where. He tried to hide from them, but his white fur stuck out like a dog at a gathering. They found him, they captured him, they made him work for them. Doing what? Well, this cat had learned a few tip and tricks about healing from here and there and they forced him to work for them, even though he was so young. They practically starved him, they beat him when he would mess up and they robbed him of his kithood. But, one day, he fought back. He and a few other cats organized a rebellion, an attack on the cats so they could escape. Electric was the ring leader, he was the one who came up with the plan, he was the cat to fight to near death so he could escape, and guess what? He won. They over powered the other cats and they were able to walk free. He couldn't bring himself to stay with those evil cats though, even the ones he thought of as aquaintances reminded him of the brutal pain he suffered And then, at five moons old, things got better. He had found a new place, he was living with adult cats who would treat him like one of their own, not like a slave or a burden, but like a traumatized kit who needed nurturing. He was so happy, he thanked StarClan everyday, every minute for this 'family'. He even fell in love. Yes, he did have a huge crush on a beautiful, gentle she-kit called Blossom. If she would have stayed with him, they would have been definite mates, but, things change, as Electric knows. Happiness only lasts for so long. Why? Blossom got very ill, Electric thought he could save her, but he was wrong, nothing could say the dying kit, not even true love. She passed away when he was six moons old. The family was shaken, like any family would be, and they said they had to leave, everything reminded them of peppy little Blossom. Electric saw this coming, though. He knew from prior experience that all good things come to an end, no matter how short lived. But, they did not simply abandon him. They left him with hope, tales of a group of cats, known as SpringClan. He said his goodbyes and set off, not knowing where to go or who he'd find, but he knew one word. SpringClan. Finally, one week after he had said goodbye to his 'family' he was attacked, by a group of burly cats. Of course, this kit six and a half moons old tom was fit, he was tough, he showed his fighting abilities and they were impressed. Little did he know, he had just found his way into SpringClan. He'd never been so happy to be attacked in his whole life and he was so thankful to be in SpringClan, no one knew why. Well, once when he was on patrol with his mentor they were attacked by a rouge, one from Electric's old group. Electric fought with the furiousness of an angry tigress, defending her kits and he killed the rouge, his mentor was badly injured. Badly. Camp was too far away to get help and he was too hurt to move, but Electricpaw's fast thinking and swift paws meant he was able to stop the bleeding and make his mentor stable, he then got help and the Clan was astonished. He from that moment on realized he had a true calling for medicine and trained as a Medicine Cat. And that's his story. It's sad, depressing and horrible, but for now he is content. Electricpaw is always the first to help and the last to fight, he says he has fought enough in his short life to last several life times. And that' probably true, but... He is very good with others, he is trustworthy and talks a lot. But, he doesn't do it just to hear the sound of his own voice, everything he says is helpful and informative. This noble tom is a life saver and a great cat to talk to. he always has great stories to tell and he is very imaginative. But, his past does haunt him. He tries to play through the pain, but sometimes he just needs to let it out. And his hard past is the reason he tries not to emote. The rouges played rough and if you were to complain or whine, you'd be killed. That's still drilled in to his mind, but sometimes he does shed a single tear, but very rarely. He trained as a medicine cat apprentice, and then became an amazing medicine cat, until one day things changed. He was talking to his great friend Cloudclimber, a former deputy of SpringClan and he found out a secret that broke his whole world. Turns out when his father left, he took one of his siblings. His best friend was actually his brother. He had found someone he would talk to about his horrid life. Electricpersonality told his tale of hatred and pain, and something stirred within him. He realized his being a MC had affected his thoughts. He was so into helping people and recalling his past expericences with startling precision that he had become wrapped in his past. He needed to break free. He stepped down as Medicine Cat and became a brilliant warrior, following the code down to the punctuation. Electricpersonality's valiance, nobility and wisdom made him a respected fighter, with interesting tactics and impeccable stalking tactics. His prowess and vigilance were greatly recognized, and he rose to a high position once more. Because of his past, he is sympathetic and quick-thinking; making him a natural leader. Everyone respects his word and he handles his jobs and the stress well. When his time comes, he would make a great leader and Electricpersonality would surely lead SpringClan to the top.
Pyrolove [ Shyfyre ] --- ( November 10, 2012 - November 28, 2012 )
When you're the second copy of something that's perfect, theres no going back to that. You're just a mistake and a monster, a lovely, beautiful creation formed from hate and longing. In her first life she died deputy, and expecting at that. The second, the daughter of the tom that previously owned her caged heart; the leader of her clan. Now, she's in the third sector of her time here, perhaps the last, or perhaps its just the beginning. Heavy cascades of dark red entwined into lightings of a brighter scarlet surround her, engulfing her pelt in a plethora of living, dancing flames. As lively as her unstable spirit, she defines fire at it's very core, its very being. It's brightest white, its deepest blue. Her eyes shine as comets, still retaining the firey glow of yellow and red, burst of blue and yellow blurred along with them, shining brightly when her interest spikes, her anger blows, or her heart melts. The only thing that doesn't shine on her is the mark covering her heart, shaped as what it hides, it's black, as dark black that it would meld cleanly with the shades of the dark forest itself along with the white tip of her tail that shines like a star that fell straight from the sky, a soul that fell from StarClan itself. Maybe that's where she comes from, maybe she was a horror of a cat, and perhaps she dropped from the sky and hit her head. Or maybe she's from StarClan, and was born as innocent as she is now. Yet the latter is generally tossed aside, happily dismissed because of her mismatched memories that no one around understands save for herself and her father, whom she's without. She's alone in her world that's filled with small feelings of pleasure that is set aflame with joy by her happy smile and glittering eyes. Everyone knows her as the one who's pretty yet the one who's strange. Toms pine after her but are taken aback by the innocent- pain filled looks. There's only one like her that can understand her feelings and mixed business of emotions, and she can never have him, let alone show him love. Filled with hope she'll live out your days until once again she lies still, for the third time, her face painted with the dead bliss of ignorance, and then maybe she'll come back the true monster and failure that she truly is. After all, true peace and love only comes when you're happily dead.
Matrixfrost [ -Devi- ] --- ( December 28, 2013 - January 16, 2014 )
A swirl of black and dark grey dances across his pelt. A flicker of white here and there but mostly stains as dark as night capture your focus as he makes his way across camp. His eyes, such a different shade of green, very pale and soft, the rest of him is so sharp that they are a shock but then a buffer to the eyes. His movements are strong, purposeful for one that is so young. This cat, even as a kit, knew what he wanted. His persona was one of darkness. He had seen more evil that what half the elder cats had seen in their long lives. Because of this, he shows no compassion and very little emotion, but his sense of duty is spot on. Matrix. He had come from the clan of the Crows. He had been aspiring to be a See’r there before the great disaster had driven him out of the land and driven him right into the paws of the cold winter. The tiny kit had barely made it out thanks to the help of an unknown cat, one that had just left him on the border of Toxicity and taken off. He doubted he would ever find out who that cat had been, but he really didn’t care. Now as you might expect, a cat of the crows will be just a bit different from the cats that you find in your everyday clan. Most cats would call him mean, touchy and maybe just a little bit disturbed. He admits to being all of the things willingly. He would even add reserved and slightly twisted that that list. Now going back to the beginning of him to explain why he is the way he is. His parents, he never knew their names as he was only a quarter moon old when the disaster struck, had tried to kill him for being the runt. They tried many ways, leaving to him die by the bog, putting him by a fox den, even throwing him in a river. None worked obviously, somehow he always managed to be found, or save himself. Evil. This was what he thought his parents to be. Every time he would make it back to camp they would play as if he had run off, even when he told everyone that they were trying to get rid of him. Of course, no one believed a 10 day old kit. Finally the last time, the day before the disaster, had been hurt getting back to camp from being dropped from a ledge and he was sent to see the See’r. This changed his whole outlook on life. He padded into that den and thought that he had found a purpose. A purpose that included herbs, wounds, and blood but a purpose none the less. He had believed maybe he could convince his parents that he could become See’r one day and that killing him would be going against their ambition for power. But, per his luck life, even his crappy one, changed. At the crack of dawn a loud explosion woke his as fire rained down. He ran. That was all he could think to do. The smell of smoldering fur trailed his the whole way before he felt the pain of the burn on his back. He let out a sound of pain and collapsed. He was pretty sure he blacked out for a while until her pelt something grasp his scruff and pick him up. The pain as the teeth hit the burn made his pass out again. When he woke up, he was no longer in the smoke and chaos. He was in a wet forest like land and the burns no longer hurt so much. He was unable to get to his paws as his pads were burnt. Lucky for him a passing patrol came by around them and brought him back to the group. He had made his home here ever since. Healing well, only a patch of missing hair, which the Springclan Medicine team thought the fur would grow back in time, which it has, is evidence of his ordeal. So his past is not a pretty one, but what of the present. He has lost his wish to work with medicine because he no longer has anyone to impress, he’s still the stoic cat he had always been, and he’s might be the most annoying cat you will ever meet but you might just have to get over it. He’s sometimes dangerous when annoyed, but loyal to what he believes in to a T. He might be the perfect cat for any job, if only you can get by the layer of frost he puts forward to ward off anyone and everyone. He’s a cat of many sides, what side you get all depends on you…
Fawnflight [ phobaphobe ] --- ( January 19, 2014 - February 5, 2014 )
When you think of a Springclan leader, you would most likely picture someone strong with bold features, not small framed Fawnflight. While she is far from shy, one would expect her to be based on her stature. She never grew to be much bigger than an aged apprentice or young warrior, but she has all the ferocity of a well aged warrior and wisdom of an elder. And with her odd fur pattern, Fawnflight certainly sticks out, with her light brown fur and white spots on her back, giving her the look of a, well, fawn. And while her fur raises some curiosities, her eye color raises even more. Their shade of green is pretty magnificent one, indeed. They are the color of leaves that have flourished well, of grass so soft you could take a wonderful nap in it, and of a gem few have had the pleasure of laying their sights on. Don't mistake her innocent appearance to mean that she has mercy on anyone who crosses her path. Her main priority in life is her clan, and anyone who plans to harm it or those that make it up, she will protect them like they were her own kits, from actual kits to the elders who provide experienced advice to her clan. And her strangest quality? She loves to climb trees. She has been called one of the best tree climbers in Springclan, easily able to leap from tree to tree thanks to her lithe figure. Some have even caught her snoozing in the highest branches of the trees that make up the Springclan forest. Only known to have a bright and happy side, Fawnflight enjoys going on patrols and walking around camp, keeping in close touch with all her clanmates and making sure each and every one feels needed and important and unforgotten.
Blackrose [ be.my.remedy ] --- ( February 16, 2014 - March 24, 2014 )
She is perfection. The kind that others notice. Exaggerating? Maybe. But it’s hard to accurately depict such a cat without stretching the truth. If it were not done then the image created would not nearly be as sweet as the real thing. You see, she possess this extraordinary charm admired by many and desired by all. It’s strange, rarely seen, but quite something to behold. Her pelt is a long black cloak of an oppressive starless night that drapes like silken fabric over her slight figure. Opposed to her dark fur, her eyes shine a vibrant blue like the lightning that shatters the skies in a luminous burst of StarClan’s fury. This dark beauty that is so transfixing is the source of her name, for her shadowy appearance and loveliness resemble a black rose, a scarce wonder of nature. Though being that she is a rose, she is bound to have her thorns, and she will not hesitate to bury one of hers into your throat if given a legitimate reason… according to her standards. How does one wake this slumbering dragon? One of the many unsolved mysteries hidden within this seemingly simple cat. Blackrose never ceases to surprise those around her. Day after day she completes another task that once was thought to be impossible, a vital aspect of her determination and passion to live life to its fullest. This goal does not exclude the importance of welcoming others into her life, though she is not generous about it. Most come to know the restless side of the mighty wolf, but miss the compassion and kindness shown to those close to it. She treads with care when it comes to the dealings of her heart, and unlike the many who fall into the merciless hands of love and are fed to the bloodthirsty beasts of heartbreak, she does not take the words “I love you” lightly. They are for your family, mate, and closest friend whom you've spent years with. They are for those deserving of the sweet sound they bring your ears and the sun stroked fuzzy feeling that fizzes in your stomach. You will not see her smile that often. Nor will she run up to anyone with boundless perk at seeing them after a long day of patrols. She is listless in the way she presents herself and her manner of interaction can be overwhelmingly indifferent. It can seem cold, intimidating almost, but when she flashes her beaming grin any previous negative thoughts vanish. Actually, everything seems to vanish. It is radiant, dazzling, and nothing short of magical. It seems to magnify her beauty and open her up to the world, something she seldom allows. Her vast knowledge of the overlooked and under-appreciated aspects of life is linked arm and arm with her smile when it comes to their effect. In fact, her curiosity is one of her most defining qualities. She is constantly asking questions and interrogating others, picking their brains for any fact not already filed away in her own. She endeavors to find the reality of things, and that is one thing she does not shelter from view. She has no reason to. Blackrose is not ashamed of anything about herself. Why should she be? It is her flaws that make her perfect, and it is her perfection which makes her unique. Through her journeys, hardships, and memorable moments she has learned that the only thing she is capable of doing is doing what she is capable of, no matter how it might make her look. There is no need for her to concern her future, for it is bright whichever way she chooses to go. There is no need for her to regret the past, for she knows the paths she has chosen brought her to the place she stands in the present.
Cedarfeather [♪dream♪ ] --- ( April 15, 2014 - May 6, 2014 )
Her coat has many layers to it, and they add up to make quite the pelt. The bottommost layer is a light tan, although this only comes out around her eyes, muzzle, and neck. Otherwise her fur is all dark brown tabby, nothing else to it. Cedarfeather's fur rolls off her body like waves, and her whiskers are long and white. Her nose is outlined with black, and filled in with a dark pink. Cedarfeather's eyes are a pale, minty green that shine, even in the dark. Cedarfeather is quite the perfectionist. She feels like she has to do every move perfect or the whole tower she built will tumble down like dominoes. When she gets put under great pressure, her stress level rises dangerously, making her possibly snap at others, and say things that she really doens't mean. Otherwise, Cedarfeather is on-task and happy. Many say she never had a sense of imagination, that she never even knew how to have fun. When it comes to Cedarfeather, you think of work. Of course, this is her protection type bubble to keep out anyone who wants to be friends, because Cedarfeather really isn't good with that type of stuff. It's hard for her to make friends when all she can focus on is work, work, work! Cedarfeather's history is nothing special. She was born in SpringClan, raised in SpringClan, and remains in SpringClan. This is one of the many things that motivate her, because she wants to do something special with her life, and when she gets her sights set on something, she will work until she gets it.
Musicalrhythm/ Fatalstrike [ Jadekit7/Hades_Child ] --- ( June 17, 2014 - July 20, 2014 )
Musicalrhythm: Perfection, no? Well that is MusicalRhythm, she has a beautiful ebony black pelt, smooth as silk. Perfect for blending in among the shadows, a small tuft of white fur is patched onto her chest. Her eyes are symphony's of color, a blue faded into a more purple color from the iris to the out reaches of the eye. Her nose is a perfect pink little nose, her voice is smooth, and soft like a caress. It envelops you, beckoning you to do as she wills. MusicalRhythm is the vision of perfection, but inside she is a mirror cracked. Depression floats among her, often going through spells in which she can't even function right, but those are exceedingly rare. Bi-Polar, one moment she is on top of the world and the next she is bitter and cold. One must go past her cold heart and meet her soft center to truly know her. Very few have ever earned her complete unquestionable loyalty and trust. But once you have it don't break I for you will never get it back
Fatalstrike: Toxicity born, completely loyal to SpringClan. Yes Alice err Fatalstrike isn't clan born, yet nor is she not a clan cat. A petite fragile looking thing, with a soft white pelt, cream colored tips on her medium length fur. Brown tabby markings over lap that cream colored fur. With soft baby blue eyes, she looks innocent enough. Don't be fooled, she bites.... hard. Harsh, strong willed, clever, cunning, brave, and skilled she is one heck of a warrior. Equally skilled in both hunting and fighting, Fatalstrike is in no rush to find someone to settle down with and perfectly content on being alone. Though she does have four beautiful kits she left in Toxicity's care. When she was known as Alice she was Toxicity overseer for a short while so she does have leadership skills.
Daybreak [ WarriorsCatsRock219 ] --- ( June 18, 2014 - June 27, 2014 )
Her fur is a deep bark brown, struck across with the shadows of a moonless night. Her eyes, a stunning bright emerald green. Her figure, small and dainty. Her personality, as bright as the sun. That's where her name comes from, you know; her personality, the way she treats others. Soft, tiny paws carry her thin build through the forests and grasslands, hardly making a sound. Slightly toned muscles tense as she stalks her prey, pouncing without disturbing the ground beneath her. They call her Daybreak; her movements, her voice, is as soft as the sun rising over the horizon, heralding the beginning of a new day. That, of course, doesn't mean that she's a soft she-cat. It's quite the opposite, actually; she's got a quick tongue and sharp claws, and would do anything for her Clan. She wants to make friend with everyone, but she's not afraid to speak her mind if she disagrees with something. Leadership? She'd love to, but a lot of the time she feels like she's not the right cat for the job. What she needs is someone who believes in her. Someone who will help push her to her limits. Someone who won't give up on her no matter what.
Maverickstorm [ Pᴏʟʏᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ] --- ( July 7, 2014 - July 10, 2014 )
Everyone has heard the stories of cats bigger than the ones that inhabit the clans. Tigers, lions, and leopards that are now nothing but nursery stories to keep the kits in check. But there is another cat that is much closer to home, living in the mountain clan territory. A bobcat can be almost twice the size of the largest cats and out run, fight, and hunt them with ease. Maverickstorm is a cat that at first glance many cats freeze. He looks like a predator but he's just slightly smaller than the dreaded bobcat. There are other differences as well when you look closer. His tail is longer, instead of being cut off close to the spine his tail is almost half the length of a normal tail. His body shape is different as well, being leaner than the bulky predator and much shorter, but still taller than your average cat. The most glaring difference is his pelt, which is brown tabby instead of a solid light brown. What puts cats on edge is his face, the fur on his cheeks is slightly fluffy. His ears are like a classic bobcat, turned slightly inward and with a light black tuft of fur extending from the tips of the tall ears. His eyes are the clencher, a bright yellow that haunts the dreams of the cats that have come face to face with the animal he resembles. He has none of the wild cats blood running through his veins but he is what the upwalkers call a Pixie-bob. A very new breed that was somewhat a mistake. He started off as a kittypet but he had the urge to roam from the moment he was able to walk. One day, once he was old enough to fend for himself, he just went outside and never looked back. He came to the clans not very long after. He took his name because it fit his personality at the time. A maverick is a loner, and one that doesn't follow the standard rules. He was, and never has been very friendly with cats that he wasn't close to. Some call him mean, gruff, annoying, a scrooge. He's heard it all. He just scuffs and moves on. Words roll off his back like the blood from his enemies rolls across his claws. He has little to fear when it comes to battle, his size and power making his more than a match for most cats, even the largest he has met. His style is not one that appears very often in the clans, more of a roguish battle type that works for cats that lack finesse. He is not a cat to pull graceful movements and dance around his foe. That is a waste of time in his mind. He just crushes them, or at least tries to. Beyond this, it's not a battle hungry cat. He fights for what he believes is right. You won't be able to force him into a battle he doesn't believe in. Beyond the rough Exterior that scares some cats to Starclan and back, he is noble. He is true to what he believes in, and will fight you tooth and claw to protect that belief.
Stonedancer [ Racing_Girl ] --- ( July 7, 2014 - October 6, 2014 )
Stonedancer has a tall lithe body with thin muscles. His pelt has a soft cream colored base that's becomes a brighter white at the tips of each strand of his fur. On his tail, feet, ears, and face he has ashen grey patches that stand out against the creaminess of the rest of his pelt. His short fur and stream lined body make it easy for him to maneuver through tight spaces. Stonedancer may not look as large or strong as some of the other cats, but none can say that he is any less intimidating. His inner strength comes from the way he moves and the knowledge that he processes. He moves with a uncanny grace that always keeps those around him on their toes. His muscles make every move he makes look effortless, like a eternal dance that he is stuck in. This caused the previous leader to make the second part of his warrior name dancer. Once he was made into a warrior, Stonedancer became renowned for his ability to gather information and learn moves and hidden techniques of the other clans. His perceptive blue eyes and intelligence allow him to break apart and learn complex moves after only seeing them a few times. This made him a very valuable member of the clan, however he is not without his faults. Though he was able to break apart and learn how these moves worked, he was not able to do many of them himself. His small light weight frame prevented him from using the moves that required a lot of power, and he was not fast enough for some of the moves. So Stonedancer began to teach the youth of the clan moves that suited their body types. Stonedancer is really patient with those that study underneath him, willing to spend most of the day working on single move. Due to his constant efforts to better the clan, Stonedancer was eventually promoted to co-deputy.
Splashfur [ Cleaver:D ] --- ( August 15, 2014 - December 31, 2014 )
A darkly spotted, dappled body with short fur and bright eyes. His undercoat is pure, cloud-white, but his back is a mess of dark gray spots. Underneath the spots are several blots of orange, brown, and black. His eyes are a sharp goldenrod-yellow. Because his fur is primarily white, the shadows under his shoulders and around his chest stick out, giving him a more prominent muscular appearance. This just adds to his appearance. Splashfur has been told for a long time that he's a "big romantic," but he doesn't see it. His brother was always the one telling him this; he said that with his striking pelt he would have no problem attracting she-cats. Splashfur never believed him; after all, he was a bit socially awkward and wouldn't be able to stand talking so boldly for so long. He's a shy cat, but with time he's been coming out of his shell. He can easily order about a patrol, though he found he rarely needs to; the other cats seem to heed his suggestions with an open mind, and he can help guide them that way. When required, he can put his paw down and tell them what to do, but he uses orders as a last result. Above all, though, Splashfur is loyal. He would leap rivers, hunt badgers, and fight twolegs if it meant his clan would remain safe. Any betrayal hits him hard in the heart, and he struggles to keep calm. Even the lesser offenses, like eating prey while hunting, can make him snap and growl at a clanmate. But he would never attack a clanmate, no matter how much he wants to, because his loyalty is not just to his clan but to the cats within it.
Ashenfate [ Ashenfate ] --- ( October 8, 2014 - October 28, 2014 )
As gentle as the morning breeze. No doubt that she was meant to be a SpringClan cat. Milksplash is perhaps the sweetest cat you will ever meet. Gentle to all, even those whom are not to her. Though, she does wear her heart on her shoulders, and can be easily hurt. Milksplash was named due to her solid pearly white long furs. Her eyes a soft leaf green. The she-cat is everything one would consider beauty, there is no doubt. Any tom would want to be with this gentle she-cat.
Smokesign [ youngwriterme ] --- ( January 19th, 2015 - March 8, 2015 )
It doesn't always require words to communicate. Facial expressions, body language, subtle things you may not even notice unless you're looking. Some are harder to read than others, and some are impossible to read. Smokesign is one of these cats. Born in a barn just outside of the territories, Smoke was raised with four other siblings. His brothers were called Dust and Wind, and his sisters were Rain and Snow. The five were very similar in appearance, excluding their all white sister. The four had long gray fur, much like their father, Miles, and patches of white, given by their mother, Bird. Smoke's one distinction from his family was the color of his eyes. Unlike their blue, he had shinning amber eyes, seeming to be flecked with black and gold. Smoke lived peacefully, enjoying the company of his siblings for many moons. His parents taught him the basics of hunting and fighting, and even how to use cobwebs to stop bleeding. Everything was calm until the storm. Pardon the pun. One fateful night, a ravenous destroyed his home, bringing the barn to the ground and scattering himself and his kin. He managed to find his way to Springclan and was accepted into their ranks. Although he was formally accepted, it took Smokesign a while to really fit in.His quiet personality made others believe him to be 'cold' and 'unfriendly', when in truth, he was more so nervous. He was alone in this new place, too 'bullheaded' to ask for help, and missing his family. He never did see any of his siblings, nor his parents, after the night his life was thrown to the wind. After a few moons, he finally managed to open up a bit, though he still acts quite reserved. Smokesign truly is a kind tom at heart, but it takes dedication to see it. Because of the terror in his youth, Smokesign finds himself terrified of storms. Whenever one approaches, he will hold himself up in the warriors' den until it passes, refusing to come out, or even to speak in extreme cases. On normal days, he often takes leadership rolls, volunteering for patrol and assisting with the training of apprentices. He enjoys to help the younger cats of the clan hon their skills and start on the path to becoming a true warrior.
Briardapple [ VenomousWonder ] --- ( March 25th, 2015 - April 16, 2015 )
Briardapple was born as a strange cat. She had no claws. She had to grow up learning to use her fangs rather than her claws for fighting and hunting. She is a quick little cat, about the size of an apprentice, but with the quick temper of a queen. She normally stays quiet and watches those around her, not with distrustful eyes, but with wise, beyond-her-years yellow eyes. She has long black fur. She is muscular but quick on her feet. She is know for her ability to hunt quickly. In a fight, she is always the first to strike. She normally crowds a cat, keeping so close it is hard for the other to use their claws properly. She never likes to kill, but she would kill another to protect her clan, her family. Her mother passed away as an elder, but her father died during a border patrol gone wrong. She has never had kits, and would not mind some, but can wait. She is young, but not too young. She knows how the world works and how cruel it can be. All in all, she is a loyal cat of Springclan.
Solorrebellion [ cloak-and-dagger ] --- ( April 22nd, 2015 - June 22nd, 2015 )
Solo. That was the name he was given at birth. Somewhat spooky when you think about it, how well Solo grew into his name. He was a rogue when he came into this world. His parents died when he was young, leaving him in a place he despised. Alone. While growing up, he hated the leader of the group. A true rebel at heart, as soon as he was around apprentice aged, he started plotting against them. Perhaps it was childish, but Solo has always been extremely intelligent. He saw the brutality of the way they were living and longed for something better. He was too small to truly fight back. He didn't know what he'd do when he left. This was where his food came from. His shelter. What was beyond this secluded, murderous group? A mind like his cannot help but long for answers. Was there a world out there without so much blood? He had to know. The push that finally got him to leave was when he found out the truth about his parents. They had formed this rogue group. They had started the killing. They made the bloodbath that he now soaked in. Fear of becoming like his parents, disgust, and anger was what finally made him leave the group. He arrived in SpringClan, a place that could not be more different than his rogue life. There was no killing of innocents. There was order. Kindness. Freedom to be yourself. Who Solorebellion is, however, is not always compatible with others. He is not used to getting along with others. He's used to everyone being a threat. He has become a bit of a recluse. Part of him longs for the company of others, but the other part of him fears it. His bright blue eyes glow with curiosity about the ongoings of the Clan and the social order. The same eyes that spark with intellect. He is a terrific problem solver, partially because other than socialization, he doesn't fear much.Some say he acts impulsively, but he doesn't act without thought. He thinks things through, he just doesn't always value his own safety. His long sandy colored fur is usually messy, but he's not bad looking. He has a nice build with broad shoulders and impressive muscles, although his rugged, scruffy look can deter many. He doesn't mind though. Solorebellion has never had a problem with being alone. He's complicated and at times unpredictable. He can be socially awkward, as he sometimes misinterprets visual or verbal cues as negative, and will become defensive. As he becomes more comfortable with the people in the Clan, socializing has become easier, although missteps are not uncommon. Despite the hate of killing, he actually enjoys fighting. And he's quite good at it. It's strange. He loves being hit hard. So hard that the cat thinks he's never going to get up again. But he does. He gets up, and he keeps fighting. That's Solorebellion.
Eclipsewhisper [ Niksei ] --- ( June 22nd, 2015 - September 15th, 2015 )
A silent breeze passing through your fur, sending chills of uncertainty down your spine. Dark and misty eyes of blue, gaze into your soul as if plucking out all your darkest secrets. This black ghostly tabby tom isn't seeking to send your life in ruins, he'll only listen to what he believes he must hear. Out to take your life? Never, he'll do what he believes is right, and that rarely ends in much blood shed. Selfless and Quiet, this cat does not speak with his mouth as often as his eyes. Whether or not you hear this cat's voice, he has a way with words, though they be few. His powerful, muscular body structure is well off feared, but don't let his appearance fool you completely. For his heart is gentle and kind when he doesn't see you has a threat to anyone. If not lurking in the shadows and spying on suspicious cats, he is often watching kits play or apprentices train, for these sights amuse him and remind him of the peace that the the world still clings to.
Owlfeather [ My.Chemical.Romance ] --- ( July 22nd or 28th, 2015 - August 8th, 2015 )
When you see a symbol of a Owl, you think of Time, and Wisdom. Owlfeather may not have all the time in the world like he would desire, but that doesn't faze him, he does have Wisdom, which came with Time. He hasn't spent his whole life in SpringClan like most of her Warriors, he was born into a small Group of City Cats. Raised as a Feral he learned to scavenge and hunt harder to catch city prey. He remembers being chased by Dogs, being chased by angry two-leggeds, and being hungry 90% of the time. Life got easier as he came to the Mountains to get away from the City, prey was easier to catch, he wasn't chased by Dogs or Two-Leggeds. But Hunger and the Cold still get to him, but of course that if life. He takes it one paw-step at a time, he is a tall long-limbed brown tabby tom with yellow-gold eyes.
Mythspeaker [ rikatu ] --- ( September 21st - October 12th, 2015)
A slender body of foreign laughter like that of wisps. A breathy sigh of relief and a bat of eyelashes. Warmth. This is what she knows of, the female graced with finesse and a feminine black pelt. Her eyes are alight with the light of past stories - of futures told through windows beyond. Her words are soft, spoken in a strange lilt that holds a bit of mystery behind her past. She is from a different land, where stories are rich and accents considered normal to her own ears. A curious mind works for a curious force of which nobody knows. She collects stories like a spider weaves a web; drawing in their "prey" and spinning a tale. Lover of words, maker of stories. Mythspeaker. However much she may seem strange, a mysterious and beautiful elegance is picked from her voice. Her posture, her expressions, her eyes. She is simply beautiful and boundless. Serene, and timid.
Flameleaf [ Silverstar1 ] --- ( November 30th, 2015 - January 1st, 2016 )
An orange tom with pale green eyes. Flameleaf is a kind and gentle cat. He will go out of his way to help those in need. Flameleaf was born in the Clan to two warriors, his mom died at birth and his father left to become a kitty-pet. he was found by a hunting patrol and brought to camp. He grew up to become a fierce and deadly but loyal warrior of SpringClan.
Strawberrysun / Fireberry [ Secretkit ] --- ( January 13th, 2016 - March 1st, 2016 )
Strawberrysun: A ginger sweet vision of loveliness, with creamy paws and tail-tip. Much as her gentle nature proves her innocence and desire to make the world a better place, she nevertheless still carries somewhere within her heart a feeling of loneliness, of abandonement and deep sorrow. Her eyes are a pale green, to complete the beautiful work of art that she is. Strawberrysun's obedience to those who give the orders is what often brings her to the forefront of conversation - a cat who doesn't grovel and whine when she does not get things her way. Rather, she is respectful and carries out what she is asked to do, even if it costs her the life she was granted. Loyalty and bravery, courageous to the very end, this sweet and cheerful she-cat hopes to one day be a loved one not only to her Clanmates but to a cat with whom she can share her heart forever.
Fireberry: A ginger sweet vision of loveliness, with creamy paws and tail-tip. Much as her gentle nature proves her innocence and desire to make the world a better place, she nevertheless still carries somewhere within her heart a feeling of loneliness, of abandonment and deep sorrow. Her eyes are a pale green, to complete the beautiful work of art that she is. Fireberry's obedience to those who give the orders is what often brings her to the forefront of conversation - a cat who doesn't grovel and whine when she does not get things her way. Rather, she is respectful and carries out what she is asked to do, even if it costs her the life she was granted. Loyalty and bravery, courageous to the very end, this sweet and cheerful she-cat hopes to one day be a loved one not only to her Clanmates but to a cat with whom she can share her heart forever.
Caspainsea [ CaptainCalamity ] --- ( March 21st, 2016 - April 15th, 2016 )
An average built female feline dressed in harlequin calico ornamentation, sea glass eyes peer out of a downy furred face softened with the gentility of her amiable ambivert personality. Brought forth by a mother torn from her life, yet not from her heart, by fate’s twisted cruelty, this daughter of nature wandered, undergoing the trials and tribulations that instructed her in the craft of patience, compassion, and dedication to the art of peaceful negotiation. Though her viewpoint may be unsupportive when associated with the facility of war, her devotion toward those that safeguard the pieces of her heart, and thus with their love and loyalty assist with maintaining such fragments so as to rectify, gives her the strength necessary to stand and face a combatant that on any other circumstance she would avoid like the plague, using communication rather than weapon to conquest. Benevolent, dedicated, and tender-hearted, she strives for tranquility in a world seemingly condemned by conflict.
Redspot [ Cleaver:D ] --- ( June 15th, 2016 - June 20th, 2016 )
His eyes are flecked with stardust, fine pale green fern-colored flecks smoldering with emotion. Everything he feels is reflected in those sparkling eyes, from a deep love and loyalty to his clan to a solid determination to serve himself right. His reddish pelt matches his inner fire, his passion and devotion to the inner journey each of his warriors must take. His physical form is lean and tough, curved, and it does not possess a great amount of muscle; even without it he's willing to do the heavy lifting, just locking his jaw and bracing himself to be exhausted. He would never ask another cat to do what he isn't willing to himself, and so he is careful to keep to the rules he creates, loyally sticking by his warrior code and acting honorably. If he is not willing to give his life a million times over, then he will not ask another cat to consider it. No journey is made alone, and he does his best to be fair and understanding of the paths and trials that others face. There's a natural leadership quality that has others gravitating toward him, mesmerized by the inner strength they seek and find within him. Redspot struggles with his own battles; he has a rare autoimmune disease that has the potential to cripple him at any time for indefinite periods. His sight can fade, his muscles paralyze, or he could just faint. He lives with the knowledge that tomorrow he could fall and get himself seriously hurt or killed - or even worse, that because of him, a clanmate could suffer. He spends a solid amount of time with the medicine cats, studying ways to possibly improve his situation, but they have yet to find a good solution. Even so, he's learned a thing or two about herbs; not enough for him to be a healer, of course, but he understands the basics: cobwebs for bleeding, poppy seeds for pain, catmint for coughs, and burnet, the herb he will typically take on his bad days.His skills, however, reside in hunting; drawing in his focus and creeping delicately after his prey, skimming lightly over twigs and ferns and pursuing his prey to the ends of the earth. He always aspired to be leader, but first he had to earn it; he worked endlessly to gather strength and courage, to achieve the respect of his clanmates. He takes time to get to know his warriors and apprentices, even finding the time to stop by the nursery and confer with the queens and their kittens. He values the opinions he receives and makes a point of giving duties and tasks to others, allowing them to make their own choices; choosing patrols that have meaning to them and taking the time to make them understand they are special and loved. His friends are his closest allies, and with them at his side he feels he can run forever. Nothing can keep the wind from his ears; nothing can steal the love from his heart, or the passion from his soul.
Poppysong [ Nom_de_Plume ] --- ( June 15th, 2016 - July 6th, 2016 )
At first blush, Poppysong looks like the perfect child. She is benevolent during conflicts, kind to the young and old, and respectful to all others. Her calico pelt is long and soft, showing the care she puts into her image each morning, and her olive eyes are clear and bright. What you don't see, however, is the tempest warring inside of her, constantly making her question herself. Her eyes, while they are bright, are rarely raised from her paws, and her words, while being soft and songlike, are mostly in the form of an apology or self depreciating humor. This is a she-cat that, from birth, was expected to make her family proud. Having been groomed from birth to become the medicine cat, when she missed her chance at the roll she was crushed. Her parents hated her and heaped insults onto the young, vulnerable she-cat, demolishing any sense of self-worth she might have had. Now she spends most of her time trying to hide from others, not wanting to talk to someone lest she show the idiocy that her parents constantly told her she had. Her heart isn't guarded so much as not there at all. She doesn't believe that anyone would ever consider loving such a failure as herself, so even if someone is flirting with her she'll likely misconstrue it as something else.
Teaselfang [ batsy. ] --- ( July 31st, 2016 - August 10th, 2016 )
Being quite young for a cat of her rank, actually being one of the youngest co-deputies SpringClan has had is bound to turn curious heads her way. Teaselfang is an ambitious cat who wants only the best for her clan and is willing to do whatever it takes for them to thrive. Like those before her, Teaselfang, takes her position seriously and with great pride. You'd rarely find this strong-minded cat fooling around and acting like a kit, she would be the one scolding others for behaving in such a manner. Some would say that she helps run SpringClan with an iron paw, of course those would all be the outsiders telling you that. Indeed she does have a strict way of doing her job but it's effective in allowing her clan to thrive and grow. Towards those who are not part of her clan, she can be rather hostile but not in the impulsive way, more so of the eerily calm yet taunting way. Teaselfang isn't a cat of many words or expressions really, it's her eyes that do the talking. If she could kill with the looks she gives the rival clans, SpringClan would be the only clan left. While some would say she's heartless and merciless, that's not the truth at all. She is not a savage, she's a warrior, meaning she doesn't kill without a motive and doesn't do it for fun. She is feared by many because of the ruthless nature that brews strong in such a young cat like herself, as well as her unpredictable tendencies that no one, not even her own clan mates can read properly or anticipate. Born to two noble warriors of SpringClan, Teaselfang previously known as Teaselpaw and Teaselkit, was the only surviving kit of her litter. The other two whom she had been born with were quickly killed by the icy winds of bare-leaf. The medicine cat at the time was surprised that she had managed to survive when they had expected death come upon all three kits. Teaselfang's parents took this as a sign, a sign that their daughter was destined for greatness, that she was destined for something bigger than they could imagine. When she was an apprentice, Teaselfang took her duties seriously all the while making friends and creating bonds with other cats around her. She had never had trouble making friends but whenever her parents brought up the subject of love, she would turn cold and dismiss the idea as if it wasn't likely. Through her apprenticeship she became close with her mentor, Eaglefang, and he quickly became someone she could talk to whenever she couldn't talk to her friends or her parents. She was a hard-working apprentice who always had her sights set on a goal that others believed was unachievable, but would be proven wrong when she was the one to achieve it. Teaselfang was constantly shooting for high goals but like any cat, didn't complete all of them. Her failures only made her more determined to seek completion in whatever she set her mind to. Eaglefang passed away when she was a warrior, at the paws of a badger that had been stupid enough to storm the camp. The warriors had chased it off but the battle had been bloody and Eaglefang's life had been taken from him. After his unfortunate death, Teaselfang didn't feel like she had anyone she could talk to the way she could with him and ended up distancing herself from her friends and family. It was her way of grieving but hated to show weakness when many looked to her to see her grief for her deceased mentor. She went through moons with her warrior status but soon enough she was ranked up with the approval of StarClan. Teaselfang now holds her rank with the utmost pride, and made a promise to Eaglefang and StarClan that she will try her hardest to make sure SpringClan is the best clan that any cat had ever laid eyes on.
Lionbreeze [ Comet.Foot ] --- ( August ?, 2016 - October 3rd, 2016 )
a golden long haired tabby tom with yellow eyes. LionBreeze is friendly and confident he enjoys adventure and forming close friendships. LionBreeze can be a little over protective and stubborn, but he has good intensions. When not on patrol you can often find sitting some place high like in a tree so he can fill the wind in his fur. LionBreeze prides himself on his speed and determination. He is also a big old softy when it comes to kits and elders, he has a hard time telling them no. LionBreeze is ready to protect his clan even at the cost of his life.
Hollowbreath [ wanderlust. ] --- ( October 4th, 2016 - November 15th, 2016 )
A sickly looking silver-black colored cat with the most vibrant blue eyes. Her life has not been and most likely will never be easy. She was born to a mother who claimed that their bloodline was cursed, leaving them with unexplained deformities and illnesses. Yet she seemed to prove that wrong, for a bit at least. Her mother passed away along with two of her three siblings only days before their apprentice ceremony. She made it though most of her apprenticeship with perfect health. Until one rough winter, her and her remaining sibling caught greencough. She survived it, but now was the only surviving member of her family. Upon recovering she realized she could no longer breath as well. Her breathing was a bit raspy and sometimes she would run out of breath really easily. She was extremely upset when her name was changed dramatically at her warrior ceremony. However she did not want to follow the fate that her mother seemed she was going to have. So she continued to work harder and found that certain herbs helped her. So now despite the odds stacked against her, she is determined to prove herself and hopefully pass on some good genes.
Cardinalheart [ hh32597 ] --- ( October 10th, 2017 - November 30th, 2018 )
Cardinalheart is the last co-deputy of SpringClan
Cardinalheart is a dark red tabby tom with bright green eyes. He leggy and lean which makes him agile and fast but he's a skilled and strong fighter as well. Cardinalheart is outgoing and gets along well with most of his Clanmates, he's quick witted and unusually patient. For as good as he is at fighting his hunting skills are even better. He never comes back empty pawed. He wishes at some point for his own family as well.
MEDICINE CAT
Cooldrift [ Cooldrift ] --- ( March 19, 2009 - March 27, 2009)
small brown tabby she-cat with snow white paws and chest. She has bright hazel green eyes that burn with the desire to be the best medicine cat possible. Cooldrift is very loyal to her clan and loves kits of all ages (She was born in WinterClan but Cooldrift found her true destiny lays in SpringClan)
Thunderpool[ flamemask ] --- ( March 28, 2009 - May 2, 2009 )
A golden tabby tom with blue-grey eyes. He was once an apprentice in MoonClan, but left to search for his sister, Flareclaw. He eventually gave up on finding Flareclaw, who taught him so much, and decided to join a clan once more, hence becoming the Medicine Cat for SpringClan. Son of Bravepelt and Firestorm (Firestorm is deceased, but Bravepelt's status is unknown as of yet)
Heart'swish[ Meg45 ] --- ( May 2, 2009 - June 3, 2009 )
Black she-cat with green eyes. Loves to help others. Used to be a loner, but found SpringClan and knew she wanted to be a Medicine Cat.
Snowfeather [ littlekittykatty ] --- ( June 3, 2009 - September 20, 2009 )
A snow white she-cat with emerald green eyes.she is kind and gentle and has a heart of gold.Snowfeather loves caring for her clanmates,and would give her life for them.She loves to role in the clan,and never looks back to her choice to be a medicine cat.
Willowbranch [ simonpusateri ] --- ( September 20, 2009 - December 30, 2009 )
a middle aged gray she cat with a white tail tip and paws. She loves Springclan's habitat, and sometimes just goes for a walk to check out natures development. She is very intelligent with herbs and loves to train her apprentice. She honors her clan leader and is never complaining about work. She loves her role as a medicine cat and would enjoy keeping it intill her death.
Nationflight [ Poppycloud ] --- ( January 1, 2010 - July 22, 2010 )
a blueish grey tom with deep blue eyes. He is clever, kind and loyal. He will be always there for a cat in need. If he has dreams with StarClan he always see's his sister Bluepaw in them.
Applefrost [ Foxstar24 ] --- ( July 22, 2010 - October 25, 2010 )
A slender shecat with ginger fur, white paws, tail tip, and eartips, and midnight blue eyes. She is kind, generous, and wise and can talk her way out of anything. Though she does know how to fight, and can be deadly and vicious as a badger when she, or a Clan member, is threatened. She's kind of stubborn, and the best thing to do is not argue when she says you need to get in the Medicine cat den NOW!
Brightpool [ wolfandcats ] --- ( October 28, 2010 - March 19, 2011)
A small slender light brown she-cat with white paws and a few dark brown and black tabby stripes, she has light hazel eyes. Brightpool has always had an interest in herbs and helping other cats. She is kind caring and patient. Brightpool was formally trained as a warrior but wasn't very good at fighting so she ended up helping the former medicine cat during battles. She has had a kit of her own when she was younger and she knows the pain of what she-cats go through during kitting. She is still a rather young cat but knows many herbs and tips to help cats. She can't wait to go to her first medicine cat gathering and start training her own apprentice.
Lightfeather [ Firestrong ] --- (April 23, 2011 - September 19, 2011 )
A grey she-cat with a black tale tip and paws. Her eyes are a dark blue and look like the ocean. Though her pelt may be dark, she is the light in all darkness, the one star that always shines. Her spirit is warm and welcoming. She is the kindest that a cat could ever be. If a patient is angry, upset, or just plain scared, she is the one to calm them. She is the favor of the clan. She is just as important as the warriors, but doesn't fight. Growing up as a kit, she never really wanted be a warrior, she always held an intrest for the medicine cat. Her knowledge in herbs is much more higher than that of other medicine cats, for she has been memorizing them since a kit. Healing cats, and watching them get healed makes her feel happy. It makes her feel like she has a purpose in life. She will hold her position untill her very last breath, and giving up on someone is the last thing on her mind
Electricpersonality [ ElectricWalrus ] --- ( August 24, 2011- October 22, 2011 )
Bright eyed and bushy tailed, this one of a kind tom is always happy and ready to go. His large paws and muscular build means he would make an excellent warrior, but this cat has other things on his mind. He has been gifted with an exceptional memory, he can recall every herb, every tip and every trick. Seems awesome right? I mean with these powers you'd be the best cat ever, always helping others and knowing what to do! Well, you'd be very, very wrong. Because he can remember everything, it means he remembers every lost soul, every dying cat that was too far away for him to help them, every dying mother, all the blood, all the pain. But, he gets through it eventually. I mean, he's no heartless tom, he just learns how to deal with it better than most. You see, he is very masculine, and he thinks that if he shows fear, or if he cries that it makes him weak, so he just lets it out other ways, by training to fight or by going for a run. His electric blue eyes are the first thing everyone notices, bright orbs of colour, alive with hidden emotions and a mysterious aura. His snow white fur makes them stand out even more, I know most white cats with blue eyes are deaf, right? Well, not this one. He has keen hearing, brilliant eyesight and an acute sense of smell and direction. Although he is very handsome, he knows that having a mate is forbidden and he would rather die than go against the Code. He is very loyal and conservative, he gets embarrassed easily and tends to keep to himself. But, however, he does love to help out. He says that "Even if I can't have a mate, I am in love with my job." He is a very funny, charming fellow and he is respected and enjoyed throughout the Clan. But, it wasn't all blue skies and rainbows for this cat, he has had quite the journey, and deserves his position as a healer. When he was born, he didn't have the best of starts. His mother gave birth to seven kits, with in two weeks, all except him had passed away. His mother was understandably grief-stricken and depressed. His father left, no one knows where to, but it's good he left while he did. Lucky for Electric, he was born into a small barn, full of mice and two other older she-cats who cared for him and his mother, but one day, when he was about two moons old, the barn had lit on fire. No one had heard it, no one had smelled it until it was too late. Only Electric survived. He was absolutely devastated and in utter shock. He didn't know where to go, he had only left the barn one time before, but that was with one of the older cats. Now he was all alone, no where to go, nothing to eat, no where to sleep. He soon figured out how to hunt, but mostly he scavenged, eating two-leg leftovers and even breaking down to the point where he would sleep in two-leg nests for a day or two so he could eat. He hated those nests, the two-legs were so loud, they gave him head aches. But, after he was stuffed he left, wandering and grazing. He grew older, and by now he was three moons old. He still had horrible nightmares, every time he blinked he saw his mother sitting there, no helping him. She just stared at him, her hazel eyes dull and full of anger. She never liked Electric, she blamed him for his brothers and sisters dying. The older cats were the ones who helped him get out, and once he escaped he tried to get them out to, but they had said that there was no point, that they had been born in that barn and that they were destined to die in that barn. He had never understood that, he probably never will. So, as he got older he learned how to survive, this hard-core kit established a territory, had a regular supply of food and he always kept to himself. Until the rouges came along. Dozens of them. They came pouring in to his town, seemingly out of no where. He tried to hide from them, but his white fur stuck out like a dog at a gathering. They found him, they captured him, they made him work for them. Doing what? Well, this cat had learned a few tip and tricks about healing from here and there and they forced him to work for them, even though he was so young. They practically starved him, they beat him when he would mess up and they robbed him of his kithood. But, one day, he fought back. He and a few other cats organized a rebellion, an attack on the cats so they could escape. Electric was the ring leader, he was the one who came up with the plan, he was the cat to fight to near death so he could escape, and guess what? He won. They over powered the other cats and they were able to walk free. He couldn't bring himself to stay with those evil cats though, even the ones he thought of as aquaintances reminded him of the brutal pain his suffered. And then, at five moons old, things got better. He had found a new place, he was living with adult cats who would treat him like one of their own, not like a slave or a burden, but like a traumatized kit who needed nurturing. He was so happy, he thanked StarClan everyday, every minute for this 'family'. He even fell in love. Yes, he did have a huge crush on a beautiful, gentle she-kit called Blossom. If she would have stayed with him, they would have been definate mates, but, things change, as Electric knows. Happiness only lasts for so long. Why? Blossom got very ill, Electric thought he could save her, but he was wrong, nothing could say the dying kit, not even true love. She passed away when he was six moons old. The family was shaken, like any family would be, and they said they had to leave, everything reminded them of peppy little Blossom. Electric saw this coming, though. He knew from prior experience that all good things come to an end, no matter how short lived. But, they did not simply abandon him. They left him with hope, tales of a group of cats, known as SpringClan. He said his goodbyes and set off, not knowing where to go or who he'd find, but he knew one word. SpringClan. Finally, one week after he had said goodbye to his 'family' he was attacked, by a group of burly cats. Of course, this kit six and a half moons old tom was fit, he was tough, he showed his fighting abilities and they were impressed. Little did he know, he had just found his way into SpringClan. He'd never been so happy to be attacked in his whole life, and he was so thankful to be in SpringClan, no one knew why. Well, once when he was on patrol with his mentor they were attacked by a rouge, one from Electric's old group. Electric fought with the furiosity of an angry tigress, defending her kits and he killed the rouge, his mentor was badly injured. Badly. Camp was too far away to get help and he was too hurt to move, but Electricpaw's fast thinking and swift paws meant he was able to stop the bleeding and make his mentor stable, he then got help and the Clan was astonished. He from that moment on realized he had a true calling for medicine and trained as a Medicine Cat. And that's his story. It's sad, depressing and horrible, but for now he is content. Electricpaw is always the first to help and the last to fight, he says he has fought enough in his short life to last several life times. And that' probably true, but... He is very good with others, he is trustworthy and talks a lot. But, he doesn't do it just to hear the sound of his own voice, everything he says is helpful and informative. This noble tom is a life saver and a great cat to talk to. he always has great stories to tell and he is very imaginative. But, his past does haunt him. He tries to play through the pain, but sometimes he just needs to let it out. And his hard past is the reason he tries not to emote. The rouges played rough and if you were to complain or whine, you'd be killed. That's still drilled in to his mind, but sometimes he does shed a single tear, but very rarely.
Wishbone [ xxFrostblossomxx ] --- ( November 15, 2011 - December 15, 2011 )
"Make a wish upon a star, Siobhan, and someday that wish will come true, I promise." The very first words Alana spoke to Siobhan, her only child, just seconds after she was born. The words she repeated to her daughter every night for six moons. Alana's final words of parting, carried by the wind into the ears of her child Siobhan. Those words empowered both mother and daughter, made them both stronger, made them both believe that they would stick together through thick and thin, no matter what. Those words turned out to be pure poison in the end though; Alana and Siobhan were tragically torn apart, their souls shattered by this seemingly impossible event. Ironically, they made their sorrow worse; neither had prepared for Alana's death and Siobhan's injury that would never allow her to lead a normal life. It started with the average morning-clouds dampening the sunlight, making the fresh morning air slightly foggy, and almost polluted. A faint breeze ruffled Siobhan's long, fluffy fur as she snuggled next to Alana, unaware that that tiny, single gesture was the last act of endearment she would ever commit with her mother by her side. Siobhan quickly fell asleep, comforted by the warm glow of heat she felt from Alana; the motherly she-cat looked upon her daughter fondly and nuzzled her head gently, whispering those fateful words in her child's ear once more. It was more than a surprise when a band of bloodthirsty and vicious rogues tore in and slit Alana's throat, and almost killed Siobhan with a quick blow to the head. As quick as they began, they left, and as Alana lay there dying, she whispered her last words in her unconscious daughter's ear; "Make a wish upon a star, Siobhan, and someday that wish will come true...I promise." Siobhan woke a few days later, with a pounding headache so painful that she could barely speak, let alone move, and a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach that she would not survive. At six moons old, should one really have to face this torture? Siobhan couldn't handle that Alana, the only cat she was ever close to, was dead. It just simply did not compute. She lay there in silence, crying quietly as the tears running down her cheeks froze in the cold air that comes in leaf-bare.Fortunately, an elderly Twoleg couple happened to walk past and see poor Siobhan, lying in a pool of wet and dry blood. Quickly gathering her up in their arms, they raced to get her to the infamous Cutter, where she was given the proper treatment. As soon as she was well enough to run, Siobhan ran away from the elderly Twolegs, hoping to find her father, who's name she didn't even know. It was impossible, really, but Siobhan was stricken by grief and not thinking straight. Eventually, she realised that finding her father was indeed a task she would never complete; that was when the first headache began. A sharp pain pierced her mind, as though it was being cut in half with the sharpest knife in history. Siobhan suffered unimaginable torment and suffering in the three following hours as the pain gripped her, until the headache finally faided away to a dull throb. Siobhan was scared; she needed somewhere to stay, somewhere to relax and get more medical treatment. Obviously the Cutter hadn't healed her properly, as she was still in pain from her head injuries. Siobhan noticed that while she had always been smaller compared to other cats, she was tiny for a six and a half-moon aged cat. Her body was still at the one-two moon stage. Had her injuries affected her growth, she wondered? She couldn't let those details affect her in any way. She persevered onwards until she eventually found SpringClan, where she currently resides today. After a nasty encounter with the late Capgraskit, Siobhan announced that she would be staying in SpringClan for good, and would take on a Clan name. She chose Wishkit, after her deceased mother's apparent motto. However, the debilitating headaches lingered; and frustratingly, they got worse. As an apprentice, Wishpaw decided that the headaches were too much; she retired as an elder. However, she was offered the spot of medicine cat apprentice.Wishpaw considered this for a second; how could any sane cat turn it down? If she retired to the elder's den without ever doing her assessment, she'd look like a complete fool. If she became the MCA, she'd have a chance to help her Clan /and/ stay loved. Immediately, Wishpaw accepted, and, like they say, the rest is history. She still gets terrible headaches, though not as bad as before; Wishbone thinks that relaxing and taking a job as a medicine cat certainly helped. The headaches do not come without side-effects, though; Wishbone has a quirky, eccentric personality, and switches between cranky yet lovable, lovable and friendly, to cranky and livid with no problem at all. Often a rival with Mayhemstar in everything from hunting to simply being weird, she is highly competitive and won't rest until she's either won, or cheated her way into winning. Her injuries to her brain have given her these qualities; a second personality which she switches between with ease, a lying, manipulating and almost psychotic air around her, and a somewhat sadistic personality as well. You'd think these qualities would get a medicine cat fired, but Wishbone's been perfect for the job so far. Someday, she wishes about finding her father, but she knows that it is impossible. But hey, remember Alana's last words? "Make a wish upon a star, Siobhan, and someday that wish will come true, I promise." Will be played by xxFrostblossomxx
Duckwaddle [ Psyduck/Palisade ] --- ( December 15, 2011 - March 31, 2012)
Dumb. Confused. Simple. That's what you think when you come upon a duck. Especially since they are way underrated. Well, then this Duck might come as a shock to you. She defies reasonable explanation of what a Duck is.This is because Duckie is The Duck, the one and only. Pale golden, with an orange muzzle, paws, tail tip and chest. This long furred adventurous she-cat can match her wits against the most ferocious of warriors. She admires others with her dark blue gaze, giving them her flirtatious smile. Duckwaddle mostly hangs around the Medicine Cat Den, asking questions about everything. She believes in healing, and dislikes anything else that others try to get her to do. A pacifist by choice, she fends off all her wish to harm her with a single glance. Many query that she would make a much better scout, but she doesn't think so. Just because she has long legs and walks silently around in the tunnels does not mean she is a perfect scout. It just makes her a better cat in the long run. With her luxuriously long tail and plushy soft fur, who wouldn't want to hug Duckwaddle? Affectionately called by her nickname Duckie, this little cat is a sure-fire winner to beat you at swimming. What's that? Don't leave camp? You don't have to be above ground to swim. Humorous. Adventurous. Vivacious. That's Duckie in a nutshell. She's the coolest of cool, and won't let you forget! Duckie has considerable amount of battle training {ironic eh?} and knows how to hunt quite well. Maybe she would become a Warrior, despite her best judgement, she's sort of leaning towards. A pacifist like her tends to get a little wobbly on her non-violent beliefs. Duckie's serendipitous nature will set your soul on fire and warm your heart. Don't you just love Duckie? The only surviving kit in Airelegacy's first litter. She sometimes visits her brothers in StarClan. Duckwaddle has a rather love-hate relationship with her mother. Her father Soulessence however, has been a big influence on her since they both found out they were related. Rp'd by ρѕу∂υ¢к.
Warblersong [ .:Midnightfrost:./ Shadowblaze ] --- ( April 10, 2012 - September 8, 2012 )
The sensation of moving around, going up and down, changing direction and noise. Walls all around but not solid, there were holes but every time she tried to stand up to look out everything would shift and she would topple over landing hard enough after a few times to stay down. Her golden eyes were stretched wide with fear as she started to heard a different noise, a steady roar that was like a 1000 monsters running over her at once. She felt the world shift backwards and then something picked up the box and placed it down roughly, then tumbling, before coming to rest on her back, now on what was the side of the box above her. After a while of resting like that she felt like she was moving then climbing then nothing, all was calm and she finally drifted off to sleep. She was awoken by a loud and annoying noise that made her put her paws over her ears. The she felt like she was falling, down, down, down then all of a sudden a sharp jolt and a loud crash then nothing, she had blacked out. She awoke to find herself in a world of green, nothing like the box she had been in. Trees and flowers everywhere. She turned her head and looked to see the biggest monster she had ever seen, this one had wings and a tail like a bird but it was on fire. Black smoke poured from its belly and she saw a few twolegs laying around and she thought it was funny they weren’t helping the obviously sick and injured monster, in her groggy state of mind she look down at her grey, white, and black fur and found it patched with red. Funny it didn’t ever hurt she thought as she got to her paws before falling back down and trying again this time staying semi-sturdy and she began to trot. She knew that she should remember something, but she couldn’t, she only remembered how she had gotten her here, where ever here was, and that she must get away from here. She ran blindly through the forest, branches tearing though her fur, eyes still watering from the smoke that had bolted through. Suddenly she burst into a clearing and eyes all turned to her, cats of all colors, shapes, and sizes turn their gazes to her is surprise then slowly fur rose and teeth were bared then the world slanted and went black. Little did she know she had just stumbled into her future. Springclan. She had ran right into their camp, burst in like a wild wind and had proceeded to pass out from her injures. She awoke that night in a place she didn’t recognize with a cat she didn’t know looking down at her. She said her name was Duckwaddle and she was Springclan’s medicine cat. She didn’t know what a medicine cat was but she liked the sound of it. Then she asked her who she was and she froze, what was her name, she remembered that she was named after a song bird. Canary, oriole, finch? No those weren’t it she said when Duckwaddle had named them off. She knew she wasn’t from around here so the bird probably wasn’t either. All of a sudden she knew, Warbler, her name had been Warbler. She looked like the little black and grey bird. Her pelt had the same swirls of color as bird did in its feathers, dark light and middle grey. She smiled as she remember the name and Duckwaddle asked her if she planned on staying for a bit. Without hesitating she nodded, saying she wanted her name to be like hers and clan name. and so Warblersong was born from the fire and come out stronger than most cats can claim. But she never lost interest in the medicine cat that had healed her and often spent her time with her and suddenly she disappeared along with her apprentice. So the clan turned to her, she had learned a lot while watching Duckwaddle work. She stepped into the place of medicine cat, her a cat born of flame, saved by spring, and living in the way of the Star.
Tansyshine [ Prettykittywithclaws ] --- ( September 25, 2012 - November 20, 2012 )
Her short golden fur, when touched by sunlight, lights up the whole forest. Her belly and chin are lighter colour than the rest of her pelt. While her frame is smaller than average, when rushing to aid someone it is a strength; her lithe, graceful and light body allows for fast running, speedy climbing and easy squeezing through tight spaces. What she had been most teased for - her humongous ears - also became an attribute aiding in that department, and are all the better to listen with. Her bright tansy-yellow eyes, which she was named after, are filled with wisdom beyond her years. Tansyshine's natural sweet, kind, nurturing demeanour is what makes her, not just a wonderful Medicine Cat, but also a beautiful being to be around. While her voice is soothing like honey for a sore throat, cats listen to her gentle authority without even noticing. From the moment she was born, Tansyshine was different; she had a purpose in life, she knew so. The other kits laughed at her when instead of playing, she collected herbs for the Medicine Cats and helped out wherever she could. Soon, she progressed from Apprentice to full Medicine Cat, and it was the realisation of a lifelong dream; to protect and heal her Clanmates every day from then, to the end of her life.
Sunsetradiance [ Avalonsoul567 ] --- ( November 22, 2012 - March 7, 2013 )
The mere beauty, breathtaking beauty, of the setting sun. That perfectly defines Sunsetradiance, the good she-cat gone bad. She was born the daughter of a leader, spoiled rotten by him and everyone else. Sunsetradiance was loved by everyone, a cute, sparkling gift of joy. She was beautiful, her bright orange fur softer than any other's in the forest, her yellow eyes like glimmering chips of the sun. Then came the day, the dark day as she calls it, when the sun turned black. All the light was gone, the whole forest was bathed in unbearable darkness. A Starclan warrior came, telling the leader the sun would be returned only if he banished his daughter, Sunsetradiance, from the clan. He was torn, but chose to keep his daughter, not wanting to lose her, the one true happiness in his life. With all the strength of Starclan, the ghastly warrior returned, and sent Sunsetradiance to the deepest pits of the Dark Forest. Her name was changed to Destroyingdarkness, and was kept that way all throughout her life in the Dark Forest. Her heart shriveled up, the life drained out from all the evil and hatred accumulating in that horrid forest. One day, the Starclan warrior came, bearing a great white light that paralyzed all the evil in the dark forest momentarily, giving the warrior precious time. The warrior opened a gate to the earth plane, allowing Destroyingdarkness to leave the Dark Forest. She ran through the forest, not knowing where she was going, but just following her paws. She came upon Springclan, and as soon as seeing the camp, she knew it was her birth clan, she was home! But it was so far into the future, even the kits from her childhood were far deceased. She changed her name back to Sunsetradiance, never wanting to bear the name Destroyingdarkness ever again. After some time, cats became to trust her. She recieved the position as the Medicine Cat, to her amazement. Sunsetradiance still has nightmares of the time in the Dark Forest, the monstrosities of it had permanently scarred her mind. The dark side of her body sometimes takes control, her tongue sharp and unforgiving. But don't worry, the sweet, angelic, spoiled rotten diva is still in there somewhere, just waiting for its turn to rule.
Wilesking [ Firewolf3 ] --- ( March 7, 2013 - March 19, 2013 )
The scraggliest scarlet fur just manages to cover his bony anatomy even if it retains his shape where his bones stick out at odds and at ends. Molten fire dancing in wild fancies upon his small frame. Not in the least are his eyes outshone, beaming a burnished amber like the very tips of the flames. Resonating through these fiery gateways is a life that's more set on living than ever there was and that's all he has set himself out to do. Live his life to the fullest and make it worth something. "Ain't no use in wishin' on ah broken star 'cuz it'll be fallin' outta the sky sooner than later." is the first thing he'd say in a conversation about himself, using his brutish accent to emphasize. His dialect is something to be reckoned with, given that his birthplace was on a coast where all that is good and proper didn't exist. His waspish humor is also outlined by this waggishness that comes along with his odd principles in speech. However, despite all of this, he's descriptive of his surroundings and very keen and thoughtful. Brought up the right way, to respect what he earns and work for his standing ground. He'd have to be stone solid before he allowed for anyone else to do his work for him.
Serenitytermination [ Gingerfurfirestar ] --- ( March 19, 2013 - May 31, 2013 )
Devious, Expressive, Inevitably troubled. Only one cat could lead a life of such pain. SerenityTermination, the only soul who could hold such a problematic existence. The young she-cat was once an innocent, fun-loving girl. Coordinated, logical, strong, witty-perfection within such a small body. One would think she could do no wrong, but, if one were as observant as her, they would have noticed that her pelt colouring held the prophecy to her demise. A story should explain what lead to the position of this young cat. Once upon a time, there was a Rouge mother, who held a small litter of three in her possession. As they were a late threesome, the bitter winter came too fast, too sudden. One out of the three died. Frostbite took his small body easily. The other two, the heroine, and soon the villain, and the other one, the sad casualty in this story, took the cold quite well. The bigger, and presumably eldest one of them all, held a dark brown to his coat. The other, whilst she was beautiful, only held a soft white, which, by the colours of her parents, and grandparents, weren't possible in any way. So pure, so soft. She was perfect, even if her pelt would have to meld with her colour later. After a small amount of time, she ended up with a light sandy pelt, fading into a dark melt of brown and then a sharp dappling of white on her fluffy tail and black socks on her small back feet. Her golden eyes were bright, and her brother happy to be with her. One day, they ventured out, far into the mountains, without their mother. It didn't really matter anyways, she was close to abandoning them anyways. The two small cats found themselves at a small river. SerenityTermination, having been the more adventurous of the two, decided to take a swim. The current took her, making her fail miserably in trying to paddle back to her brother. Seeing this, he jumped in to help her. When they met each other, the young she-cat had gotten a hold of the bank, which was a rock outcrop, which could only hold one. Her brother found a hold too, trying to pull himself up. A wild, and dangerous idea ran through SerentityTermination's mind. She had to live, no matter who she had to beat. With that, she shoved her brother off, back into the water, having him hit a rock. The last thing she remembers of him was the yowl he gave for her to help. Of course, she didn't, and scrabbled up onto the outcrop. The sun was setting, and she was wandering aimlessly through the terrain. All she could hear, see, feel, was her brothers plea, which she ignored so easily. Time took its toll, and the sandy she-cat took a tumble down a rocky decline, hitting her right eye and landing in SpringClan. It took very little time for someone to find her and patch her up. She found herself in the Medicine Cat's den, finding it fascinating. She was so calm, so happy. Soon, what was there left to do but take her in? Due to the relaxed demeanor she held, she was given the name of Serenitykit. As time went by, and her eye healed, she found it possible to forget about her past, and become someone. Of course, she lost all sight in her damaged eye, but, it mattered very little. Finding a love for the herbs that saved her precious life, she strived to become just like her saviour. As the days went by, she finally was realized for her want, and crown as the apprentice of someone who gave life, not taking it. She hasn't given her past, at least, not yet. Even with the constant nightmare that leave her screaming for help in the late hours of the moonlight. Hopefully, one day, her evils will be taken into consideration, and the sandy blonde that keeps SerenityTermination from being revealed, might just fade, just like her brothers death cry did.
MothFlare [ TimidBird1566 ] --- ( May 31, 2013 - June 24, 2013 )
MothFlare // TimidBird1566 It's mesmerizing lush brown wings bated around her mockingly, daring her to venture out of the familiar den. The kit's soft green curious eyes widen at the fast flustering of the moth's wings. She was nestled and tangled into the gray bodies of her siblings and parents, whom still slept in the moist den filled with fresh moss climbing up the walls. Soft light bounced off the dripping wet walls, wind whistling through the treetops outside. Wobbly, the small gray she-kit, Moth, climbed over the tangled mass of sleeping bodies; ignoring their chorus of soft snores. Her eyes trained on the small tan moth as it lead her out of the den. Light revealed itself from the swaying tree tops, blinding the kit, postponing following the moth as her eyes adjusted. When they finally adjusted, the holes through the leaves revealed themselves to be a soft baby blue with hints of wispy white. The moth waited patiently on a small mossy worn rock fanning it's wings, and took flight as she slowly padded forward. It lead her through the lively forest where prey and welcoming noises at every corner, and when she had stopped the moth would stop too. Waiting. Not even a thought of swiping or pawing at it occurred to her, it was if she hoped the moth would lead her somewhere. Somewhere of adventure, drama, twists, love, honor, loyalty and shadows that she yearned for in her unchanging everyday life. To be different and special, but the thoughts and hope ended when the moth finally stopped. Lost in her thought, she thought little of the change of the forest. Dead trees whistled hollowly at her, shadows clinging to their branches. Black decaying leaves crunched under her pads. The lone sound of a owl hooting. The sun was setting over the hills, its' golden and warm pink color filling the soon to be stary sky. Ahead of her laid the moth, wings still, perched on a worn twoleg grave.Her heart beated faster as she realized where she was. They called it "dead cat's hollow" as there was supposed to be a large hollow where a ghost cat haunted. It could never find peace and stayed, looking for others to give it's same fate too. Tears welled in the kit's green eyes, watching as the moth ascended into the dying sun. Leaving her all alone. She curled up into a protective ball, closing her eyes as if she'd wake up in her den again with her nagging parents and obnoxious siblings. A large shadow stood above her, nuzzling her with it's muzzle softly and soothingly. Slowly the kit unraveled herself, opening her eyes to the shadow that towered before her. The shadow was a large drooling black newfoundland dog, her amber eyes gazing at Moth warmly. Moth was too tired to react, her feet swayed beneath her. "What name pup?" the large dog barked softly to the tired kit, her voice deep and vibrated through Moth's body. "M-moth," she meowed stated in a confused voice, was she dreaming? The female dog laughed her deep laugh, vibrating throughout the silent graveyard. Crows flew away from the dog's deep voice in fear and annoyance. "We been expecting you," the dog said warmly, giving her something that resembled a slobbery smile. Before she could speak, the large dog picked up the tiny she-kit, and slowly trotted deeper into the forest. Moonlight streamed through the trees, turning their pelts a light shade of gray. The kit felt deeply calm, and her eyes drooped, taking no notice of her hanging paws. The dog's breath was warm and made her pelt moist, warming her from head to tail. Moth feel asleep, swaying in the large dog's jaws. Light streamed through the brittle gray boards, making Moth slowly open her light green eyes. The female newfoundland dog was nowhere to be sighted in the old twoleg house. A new old scent wavered into her nose. "So you're awake," meowed a soft frail tom voice. Now alert, Moth's head turned to the right where the voice came from. Rising to her small tired plain gray paws, she saw a small old frail black tom. It was a very old elder, he looked like a bag of bones and fur. His voice had a slightly different accent, but she took no notice. "Don't be afraid kit, my name is Dusk," the tom chuckled a laugh that racked through his small body. "Babs and I have awaited for you." Moth's eye rose in suspension. "I wasn't dreaming about the dog...." she muttered silently to herself. "We were told to give you a message," he continued, acting as if he hadn't seen her suspension. Before he could say the message, Babs marched in, boards creaking under her weight. The large dog smiled at Moth, letting Dusk finish. "You are to join Springclan and become their medicine cat," he finished, eyeing Babs for interrupting. Moth blinked at him with her soft green eyes, wondering if the elder really knew what he was talking about. "Ummm, no thanks?" she meowed in more of a question. "Pup, is not a question. You must, Starclan already save you from death," rumbled Babs, laying on her belly know. Moth's head creased in thought. What did that mean? As if reading her thoughts Dusk answered, "Dogs had found your den right before you left..." She refused to hear it, they were just mousebrains! "Yeah right!" she laughed, a worm of doubt burrowing itself in her heart. Babs gave her sympathetic dopey eyes, Dusk was emotionless and laid still. Cool air that leaked from the cracks and large holes in the den ruffled her gray fur. In the end Babs lead Moth back to her den, giving her encouraging amber eyes. Dusk had stayed being that he was too old to move around too much. It was around noon when they arrived, trees howling hollowly their shadows moaning as they stretched. No birds, locust or even the wind made a sound. Only paw prints crushing the spines of decaying fall leaves. The small den stood above them, a smell thick of death blasted into their noses. Moth refused to walk in, she turned and headed back to the graveyard. Green eyes hardened, small tears running down her fur. "Moth...-" "Show me where Springclan is," the she-kit gasped, legs shaky. She too could have been there, lying in torn bits. It was too close for comfort, and never would she hear her worrywart mother, loud annoying siblings, and smiling father. Babs nodded and leaded the mentally exhausted kit to the Springclan border where they would depart from each other. Moth heard nothing as she headed for the camp, no more tears could fall, she was out of the fresh supplies of them. And so that was the beginning of Moth. She was accepted by Phoenixstar to be under the rank of a kit. The day before Mothkit's apprentice ceremony, Serenitytermination, found a small light gray moth nestled in a bundled of fresh herbs. That's the start of her medicine cat career, but she took no great joy in it. Her heart was numb and sore. Frozen. Stopped. Waiting for that sudden flare to unfreeze her slow moving self. The live again.
Knightwing [ littlesnowpelt/Serenadebridge ] --- ( July 1, 2013 - February 11, 2014 )
Quite an odd, yet unique-looking feline. His fur is the base of a pure white, though his whole head is the color of dark grey. His big, round blue eyes are what intrigues most as well as the many white spots that were bestowed artistically upon his face. All together portrays the appearance of a kind, handsome cat. Knightwing was not born upon the Clans, and will automatically refuse to unleash his secrets of the past. Surprisingly this tom believes in the Clan's ancestral cats of the stars, and has never once doubted a single thought of them. Always quite patient, he's a cat that will be there for you when you need someone to listen and understand you. He has a known soft spot for kits, but of course, cannot have young ones of his own, and wishes not to. Since he was first accepted into the ranks of SpringClan as a kitten, he has believed that the Clan is enough of a family. His interest in herbs and capability of healing other fellow Clanmates is what got him where he is now as medicine cat, and he couldn't have wished for a better honor. Serving his Clan to save lives is what he does best, and he wouldn't be able to imagine a better accomplishment.
Fireflight [ Zellix ] --- (F ebruary 17 2014 - February 17, 2014 )
Life is full of disappointment, as we all know; life changes, seasons pass, waves crash and stars fall. Hope can diminish and trust can be broken. This she-cat doesn't believe in lost hope or that things are ever really lost. She is optimistic and always looks on the bright side, thus her name as there is always a small flicker of fire in this she-cat's heart. Fireflight has a thick, orange tabby pelt with white paws and a luscious tail that sweeps across the ground as she parts the crowds of cats. Her eyes are a deep, thick honey colored that always reflect the brightness that is contained within her being. She isn't ignorant to the Warrior code, but there are parts that she is quite finicky about, but she believes and trusts StarClan whole heartedly. When put to a task, this female is sure to complete it past just doing it. She is a success to her clan and wants to provide honor for the ones who provide her with a home.
Winterlullaby [ NauticalNightmare ] --- ( February 23, 2014 - March 13, 2014 )
Have you ever heard the soft lullaby a mother sings to her children.. The way her voice soothes the restless souls that cry feebly beneath her. It's much different than the feeling of the cold winter season, when the wind cuts through your skin and chills you to your very core. Now, those are two completely different things, a light and a dark, a safe haven and a ruthless nightmare.. Nothing alike. That is how Winterlullaby is. She suffers from multi-personality disorder. One moment she's caring and soft, and the next she might try to bite your head off. But, that never influences how talented she is in the ways of healing. She has a knack for remembering the smallest details, and the ability to stay calm in the worst of situations. Her long, pure white fur is always well groomed, unless she has a long night of restless sleep, in which she looks like a wreck. To completely her delicate and stunning features azure blue orbits with small flecks of silver floating in their depths attribute to her beauty. It's not like Winterlullaby to be fragile, to let someone in. She keeps her personal life to herself, knowing better than to spout her mouth. The wisdom such a young cat possesses can only be from Starclan theirselves. Her past has made her rather cold, but she is always kind on the surface unless she has a random mood swing. As a kit, she was found in the forest.. Nameless, motherless, and lost. She was brought to Springclan, and she explained that her father had brutally murdered her mother in front of her, because she refused to give up her kits. Her siblings, died several days later, either from hunger or cold. But Winter.. She refused to let her life end like that. She knew she was born to be successful.. Born to help others. And that's exactly what she began to do as she was raised in the clan, and now it's her time to show for it.
Arrhythmiaflutter [ Prettykittywithclaws ] --- ( March 13, 2014 - June 17, 2014 )
"You're so pretty," the voice of a cat once told her - when her eyes were weak and objects were no more than outlines, silhouettes, before the SpringClan Medicine Cat had hope that she would survive. The voice was one which she'd never heard before and never would hear again, not in the flesh, at least; a voice that spoke words that would bring her into a sweat from then on with each sundown, taunting her in her dreams, dancing on the edges of her psyche and flitting amongst her thoughts like a plague. "You can't even tell there's anything wrong with you." The voice finished, and then it was gone.It just goes to show; looks can be deceiving.Because under Arrhythmiaflutter's gorgeous snow-spotted Bengal pelt lies a terrible condition. And sometimes, if you look at her at exactly the right moment, you can see it in the vacancy of her moondrop eyes, eyes a haunting shade of silver that seems, almost... translucent. And that is when you know she is having one of her heart palpitations, always accompanied by temporary blindness for however long it lasts. Her eyes will glaze as she shudders for a few seconds to a minute, but her Clanmates have learnt to respectfully ignore it, knowing how proud a she-cat she is. The palpitations come and go, like the ebb and fall of waves against the shore; sometimes, they come as frequent as five times in a single 24-hour period, sometimes they are absent for days, even a week. But they always come back, a never ending reminder of how she will never be like a normal cat.So what if she's quiet? Arrhythmiaflutter might not speak a lot, and go about her day in a soft, authoritative manner, but she does have a lighter side to her that not many cats see. And they say - the lucky ones who've seen it firsthand - that when she laughs, her eyes light up the world.When Arrhythmiaflutter's apprentice ceremony came, she had no choice but to become Medicine Cat Apprentice. A cat who could have seizures at moment would be nothing but a hindrance if not a danger to herself and others, wether in a hunting patrol or in a real life battle. She knew it was coming, knew what StarClan had planned for her; the long sessions with the resident Medicine Cat, Winterlulluby, sorting, identifying, concocting - all that had prepared her for her future. And it wasn't like she didn't like it; of course she did, she loved helping her Clan with all her heart. Did that mean she doesn't ever wonder how it would've been if it had, in fact, been different? Did it mean her mind, unbidden, never imagined what it would feel like to have kits huddled in the nooks of body, her mate's body a protective shield curled around her spine? Maybe. But no matter what anyone says, Arrhythmiaflutter is a cat that is loyal to SpringClan - to the end, to her own end, if need be.
Tinydance [ stitch. ] --- ( June 17, 2014 - July 19, 2014 )
A miniature ginger tabby with light hazel green eyes, Tinydance has quite a few personality traits, most of them positive. She's inquisitive, loves having a mind over matter situation to solve, and has the will to make sure her Clanmates are always content and happy, whether that means she acts as a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear, or simply someone to keep as company with the other. She does have her bad habits, however- mainly arm chewing. She'll pull at the fur on her arms when she's stressed or anxious, resulting in those parts of her body looking smaller and disheveled.
Whitegold [ simply.light ] --- ( July 19, 2014 - August 30, 2014 )
Ready, set, go! The race is on! In every race, there is always someone who stumbles. The important part is that they get up and finish. He has been running a race all his life, trying to find some way to escape this life. The important part of finishing the race for him is to find out what he's running from. He didn't have some earth-shattering tragedy happen in his life or anything. In fact, he has lived pretty much a normal life. He has just always felt like he needed to run away. Whether it is running away from a battle or just running away from reality. He always feels as if something is out to get him, but he doesn't know what. You can call it an anxiety; that's pretty much spot on. Whitegold may have the anxiety, but he is not fearful. He will face any challenge thrown at him with a calm deposition and level mind. Blood does not phase him; a broken bone is nothing. Like I said, despite this constant feeling of getting out, he still manages to be a good Medicine cat. What led him to this position? Even he doesn't really know. He just felt like being a warrior was not where he belonged. He had always had this strange pull in his heart that told him that being a Medicine Cat would suit him better than anything else. Even still, he makes a good one. The clan couldn't wish for a better cat to take care of them. He is incredibly smart with herbs and is calm in tragic situations. He never knew his parents, but it never really bothered him, either. In fact, he feels sometimes that he has been better off without them. Whitegold is a very handsome tom with a nice, sturdy frame and lean muscles. You would think as a Medicine Cat that this bulky tom would be small in stature and pretty weak. Nah. He loves to run and climb and do everything that a warrior does, including hunt sometimes, but his heart truly lies with healing. The young tom has a brilliant white coat that shimmers like freshly fallen snow. His eyes are an intense gold that stand out boldly against his sheer pelt. These eyes hide every scrap of emotion in his body. In fact, they almost make him look like he could face anything. Some think it is a shame that, as handsome and strong as he is, he is a Medicine Cat. Sometimes he even doubts his position, but his feelings are quickly reassured with the same feeling in his heart that led him to the position. Maybe someday he will discover what he is running from and the anxiety that knots his stomach will disappear.
Skycloud [ youngwriteme ] --- ( August 30, 2014 - January 1, 2015 )
Skycloud is a pure white tom with lovely, sky blue eyes. He has long fur which he hates, and complains about often. His long fur also means that the tom stays as far away from water as possible. The same goes for mud and any sticky substances. He can be quite grumpy at times and despises being the center of attention. Despite all of his faults, Skycloud has a good heart. He always waits until the queens, kits, and elders are fed before taking any prey for himself. He has a soft spot for kits, but you wouldn't guess that by his behavior. Instead of cooing over them, or playing with them, Skycloud prefers to keep them away. Skycloud is unable to be a father, and so seeing kits only breaks his heart. Skycloud was born to an unknown she-cat in a litter of four. His siblings are Starrynight, Sunblaze, and Moonbreeze.
Ravendirge [ baewolf ] --- ( January 1, 2015 - January 2, 2015 )
A sorrowful hymn colors her fur, ghosts and shadows dancing in the wispy locks. Pale pumpkin eyes pick up any movement, any twitch. Sarcasm and arrogance makes Ravendirge who she is - and what she does requires much humble feelings. She would have made a wonderful warrior if it wasn't for her ruined back leg, savaged and splintered by a fox when she was just a kit. Brought back from the brink of death, she knew where her future lie. Having seen the stars, she made it a promise to never let a cat succumb to their injuries, only to old age.
Zenpool [ prediction. ] --- ( January 9, 2015 - February 26th, 2015 )
Solitude isn't loneliness unless you let it be. A soft long haired white she cat with small gray patches on her face, ears, and paws with a darker tuft of gray fur adorning the top of her head, this collected she-cat doesn't allow time in her schedule for loneliness. When she does take downtime, she feels rather confused and disoriented. That's just what happens when one is addicted to learning. She can often be found staring into the distance, but she isn't absent minded. She is just lost in thought. Her eyes are a royal blue color and are not at all unattractive. They accentuate her thoughtful attitude. Somewhat of a loner, she can be found far from camp, gathering herbs. When she isn't doing her medicinal duties she wanders off by herself either hunting or exploring. Her friends are few but if you're her friend she'll be your friend for life. She puts a lot of thought into what she does on a day to day basis. She has a graceful way of carrying herself that makes her hard to forget. She's not known for speaking out but she'll stand true to her convictions. Interestingly enough, she has a relationship with medicinal values. She wasn't born in SpringClan, but rather in Nightclan, where an adventure far away brought her to her new home. She loves the cats in SpringClan and wouldn't dream of leaving anytime soon. After all, it's the very first place she's ever felt like home. She'd never give that up.
Masquerade [ xxsunlight ] ---- ( February 26th, 2015 - March 23rd, 2015 )
To falter in strength is a crime of utmost horror, in the eyes of this she-cat. Self-defense and watching your own back rank above all other attributes. Not much is truly known about this she-cat's past. When she was apprentice-aged, she simply appeared on the border, arriving in her usual style and flare. She announced her name, Masquerade, and finding Springclan to her liking, she joined, but left her name the same. She didn't quite fit in among clan cats, but enjoyed their presence. She stood out, not exactly drop-dead gorgeous, but somehow conspicuous. A ragdoll, with a pelt of tan, and a face of dark brown- nearly black- fur, and bright blue eyes that always sparkle with a mischievous glimmer. Small, slightly undersized, with a lean figure, she came with a knowledge of fighting and hunting, but never wished to pursue that lifestyle, instead turning to the lucrative art of herbs, with the ability to heal or strike down. She remained very social, enjoying playing tricks, harmless or not, on others within the clan. Everything she does, she does it in her own interest, always focusing on her own happiness. Some may see it as selfish, but she knows it's the only way she'll find any protection. Without anyone else to watch her back, she must watch her own. Mysterious, beautiful, intriguing, and sly, Masquerade is an ever-living mystery, a playful secret waiting to be unraveled.
Amityaffliction [ Titan. ] --- ( March 23rd, 2015 - June 28th, 2015)
Her name is the definition of a true personal state. The gaining and loosing of a relationship. Despite her joyful demeanor, this may be just an act to cover up inflicting emotions deep down buried under the skin. On her downsides, her life is described as melancholy, malady, suffering, distress, and inflicting. But as she pulls on a smile that has been forced down by the emotions, she is only seen as friendly, harmonious, and a good companion. Her story, of course, starts out like any other, with a sad beginning. The pain always leaves a mess, the scars never fade, and the physical pain will always be preferred over the emotional pain. But even when you have a war inside your head, you are always asked to put it aside to add on more. She grew up under her parents care, a home she would have given anything to run from. But her heart was great and she stayed. She was always the after trash for their problems, and the target for their despair. The wounds and scratches along her legs would be enough evidence to let her save her breath about her disastrous past. Though there is always the ones who have faced harder, and that's what she tries to live by. There are many survivors out there, and she survived the affliction. As her days kept passing by, a new scar would appear imprinted int her skin. She barely knew that she was precious. The hurtful words never stopped, and neither did the physical punishment inflicted by her own paws. She never knew that she was punishing herself from the torment of others. But as her cuts have healed when she learned the mistakes she has caused, she made her decision to bring herself to her new home for her own protection, from both her afflicted parents and her own problems, and learned the greatest ability she had was to make others better, healing their pain, physically, mentally, and emotionally to the best she could.She always looked in her own reflection in the waters that waved her beautiful rippling reflection, she saw the same cat she always did. The one with the scars, is all the called herself in her past. But now when she looks at herself in the same reflection, her appearance always remained the same, but her heart changed, seeing herself finally as a beautiful creation that came to make peace among the ailed. And even though not all of her problems had disappeared from mind and the memories still continue to do their little bits of damages as they chip away at her, she believes there's going to be that happy ending to her sad story, as there is to all troubled stories.
Everessence [ ashestoashes ] --- ( June 28th, 2015 -September 28th, 2015)
A small calico she cat with green brown eyes that change in reflection of the light or with the different emotions she has. Ever's life was not an easy one. She once was just a kit born to two barn cats, a loving family and a happy atmosphere, but then a fire started and burnt down their home taking the life of her dear father with it. It is unknown how the fire was started, but Ever and her mother knew they had to go on. The two were already close but grew closer from the event. Mother and daughter survived for months together, until one day her mother vanished while she went out hunting. It is unknown if she had been captured, ran away, or had been killed but what Ever knew was that after a while her mother wasn't coming back. What could she do? She was all alone...or thats what she thought. Starclan is a mysterious clan, and perhaps it was destiny that lead to the burning of the barn and the disappearance of her mother. The starry cats visited the small it in her dreams and guided her paws to the beauty that was Springclan. There she started a new life, having a new family and friends. There she learned who she was and what she was capable of, wanting to help the clan that gave her a second chance. The calico she cat is a soft hearted feline with quirky traits but none the less a true warrior at heart. Though she loves her new home she often wonders what happened to her mother...why her barn burnt. Was it destiny? Or was it something more sinister than that?...
Havenshire [ WalkTheGalaxy] --- ( September 28th, 2015 - March 31st, 2016 )
Havenshire is a Dilute calico she-cat with bright blue eyes. She was raised but Brokenstar and Agatewish, although born to two rouges named Danger and Kyjal. She was found in Springclan territory alongside her two sisters, Ravenkit and Destinykit, and her brother, Dangerkit. They don't know their past of the fact that they were separated at birth. Ravenkit and Havenkit were kept with together, while Dangerkit and Destinykit were given to Nightbriar and Flame. Another thing that she doesn't know is that Flame, the tom that she calls her brother since he was adopted by Agatewish as well, is actually her uncle. It's a confusing story, but it doesn't stop her from being as bubbly as she is. She loves her little family, no matter how broken it is. She is very optimistic and finds the good in everyone. She is kind and helpful.
Healingsoul [ Archerz ] --- ( November 1st, 2015 - January 12th, 2016 )
Herbs are used for many different things, most of them directed in some way towards healing. Thats what they're grown for, right? But with all things, there is inverse and opposite reactions. No one is perfect. Nothing comes without consequences. Born under the name of Agony, this she-cat was born in Toxicity. Her pure black pelt and ghostly blue eyes matched the clan she lived in, but the death and cruelty of the clan horrified her. She vowed to never end another cats life. Agony-kedi tried so hard to help heal those cats injured in battle, but it wasnt possible. So she ran to where she could. Dayclan. After watching Agony's personality, her name was changed to Healingkit. She loved Dayclan. Then Healingkit's mother came. While all was dark and the night ruled, she kidnapped the kitten and took her back to Toxicity. As much it hurt, Healingkit forced deathberries down her mother's throat and ran back to Dayclan. When she got back, she was a mess. She had broken the vow she had made to never kill another cat. For three weeks, she talked to no one, too ashamed of what she had done. Originally, she was to be named Healingflower, but after she confessed what she had done, it was to become Healingsoul, to signify that her soul was slowly mending from the tragedy. Soon after, she became the medicine cat apprentice. Healingpaw feared that the battle within her soul would get in the way of her work, but instead, it motivated her to become better and better. Although she has a dark and bloody past, she refuses to murder another cat. She would rather be killed than end a life. She's not perfect, but she's healing. Her soul is healing, and one day, maybe she will be able to forgive her actions. Until that day, shes simply healing. As Medicine Cat apprentice, she's became everything she needs to be for her place in the clan.Now, she just needs to heal enough to become everything her own mind needs her to be. Her kindness, her loving nature. The way she cares from everyone she meets. How she's been gifted with healing skills. Even her place in the clan. None of those can heal her soul. Only time can, and only time will. One day, she will finally be free from the guilt. Free from the pain. One day, she will be healed. Until then, she has a healing soul. She is Healingsoul.
Kinkedwing [ Tulipbreeze ] --- ( January 12th, 2016 - August 15th, 2018 )
The thirdborn of eight kits, the beautiful, strategic, small yet defiant Kinkedwing has had to fight her way up the towering mountain called life. Her intent gaze is utterly captivating. On a canvas of the palest of greens, her eyes are painted with rings of a surreal shade of turquoise around her slits of jet-black pupils. With all the beauty of her intelligent stare, the defect that gave the rose-tinted ginger tabby her name seems merely an afterthought. She tries her best to ignore her kinked tail, although she secretly despises it with all her heart. That heart is one of tarnished gold, one that's been battered and beaten but still stands strong. Two of her siblings were born lacking life, and the other five all had physical defects. A natural leader, she feels it's her duty to prove herself as more than her disability; because of that, she puts herself under constant pressure to push herself to her limits. Kinkedwing's highest talent is her amazing ability to leap like a bird, hence her prized warrior's suffix. Her tail, however, impairs her balance, leading to many scars and injuries from horribly painful crashes. The little she-cat refuses to admit her pain, instead choosing to suffer in silence for the sake of making herself seem strong. Self-worth is totally unknown to her, and she's lived her life in a pit of low self-esteem. She fights a constant battle against herself, but she always comes out on top.
Fawnheart/ Smokecloud / Fawnheart [ Spottedleaffan21 ] --- ( August 15th, 2018 -date )
Fawnheart: Fawnheart is a soft and quiet fawn colored she-cat with bright amber eyes. Shes gentle and calm. For a young cat, shes full of wisdom and understanding. She has a heart of gold and respect for all living things.
Smokecloud: Smokecloud is a smokey tom with piercing yellow eyes and burn scars across his face. This tom was born as a barn cat, living with his mother and siblings. Unfortunately, one fateful night, when he was barely an apprentice age, the barn caught fire as a stormy breeze knocked over the light that hung outside the barn. He was separated from his family by a burning beam which sprayed up hot ashes causing the burn scars on his face. He was unable to save his family and eventually left his home. With his family dead and the barn burnt to ashes, the tom found it too hard to live anywhere near it. So then, he ventured out to find a new place to live as a loner. In his travels, he learned basic medical treatments and how to survive. It was until then he found Springclan. They brought him in and trained him. However, the leader at the time, sent Fawnheart, their medicine cat, away to Fallclan to help with a green cough out break. She eventually decided to join Fallclan and Smokecloud, already with the knowledge of basic medicine, took her place. When she decided to return, he gladly stepped down and became a warrior once again.
Sakurablossom [ shadow ] -- ( date - November 14, 2021 )
A white she-cat with a black patch over one eye, black front toes, and soft heterochromic eyes of soft albino pink and lilac, she is the daughter of Zengarden and Septariadragon, named for the beautiful cherry blossoms of Zengarden's youth. Gifted with the hope that she will embody the meaning of the sakura – to bring about a time of renewal and optimism, to remind all of the transience of life – she is a gentle but at times ferocious she-cat who can be demure and captivating in her charm, or quick-witted and sharp when prompted / taunted.
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Sybilpaw [ Amistaddeath ] --- (March 19, 2009 - March 25, 2009)
Long-furred strikingly red she-cat with huge, batlike eyes. Strange, but beautiful, she can be a bit weird at times and doesn't like to talk to thers. She believes everything is a sign from StarClan in one form or another. She was found under mysterious circumstances outside of the camp on a cold winter's night, but has proved that she will serve SpringClan to the end of her life.
Heartpaw/ Heart'swish [ Meg45 ] --- ( March 27, 2009 - May 2, 2009 )
Black she-cat with green eyes. Loves to help others. Used to be a loner, but found SpringClan and knew she wanted to be a Medicine Cat.
Mothpaw [ Leafe ] --- ( May 3, 2009 - May 19, 2009 )
Small cream-colored she-cat with pale blue eyes. Though frail, she can put up a good fight and usually win. She has a scar from her right eye, up her head and down to her shoulder blades from a fox that bit her there when she was a kit. She nearly died from the wound, but was saved by the Medicine Cat just in time.
Willowpaw [ simonpusateri ] --- ( June 11, 2009 - September 20, 2009)
a gray she cat with soft blue eyes. She has four siblings Harekit, Eaglekit, Flarekit, and Frostkit. She loves to climb trees, make play with her siblings. She is named Willowkit after her aunt Willowpaw who died in the Springclan camp fire
Rue [ keykey2323. ] --- ( October 28, 2009 - November 1, 2009 )
brown shecat with blue eyes and black paws. she is very kind and she can jump from tree to tree like a squirrel. she is very quiet and calm and she is smart with a great memory. she has no family, and she wont change her name
Nationpaw [ poppycloud ] --- ( November 1, 2009 - December 30, 2009)
a blueish grey tom with deep blue eyes. He is clever, kind and loyal. He will be always there for a cat in need. If he has dreams with StarClan he always see's his sister Bluepaw in them.
Applepaw/ Applefrost [ Foxstar24 ] --- ( January 1, 2009 - July 22, 2010 )
A slender shecat with ginger fur, white paws, tail tip, and eartips, and midnight blue eyes. She is kind, generous, and wise and can talk her way out of anything. Though she does know how to fight, and can be deadly and vicious as a badger when she, or a Clan member, is threatened. She's kind of stubborn, and the best thing to do is not argue when she says you need to get in the Medicine cat den NOW!
Kestrelpaw[ Jaydream ] --- ( July 28, 2010 - October 25, 2010 )
A light brown tabby she-cat with dark brown flecks and deep green eyes. She is very loving and caring She would do anything for springclan and cares deeply about it. She is a very fast and flexible cat and loves to be medicine cat apprentice because she enjoys helping cats. She is a very quick learner and is always happy to be taught more in the ways of becoming a medicine cat some day.
Tinypaw [ Scarears ] --- ( December 29, 2010 - April 10, 2011 )
A gray and white tom, he has gray ears and gray spots around his body. His paws are gray and his 'tail' is gray too, apart from that he is white all over. He has big, tall ears, but the one thing that marks him out from any other cat is his stumpy tail. He regrets having his tail like that, because he is teased from the other cats about it. After he would be teased, he would go to a corner and crouch there, sitting right in front of the wall. You can sometimes see tears dripping from his eyes, if you look closly enough. Because of this, he doesn't have a lot of friends and he will always manage to end up at the back of the crowed. When he was born, he was the runt of the litter and barely surivived the winter, but managed to live because of the medicine cat. Ever since then, he always managed to hang about around the medicine cat den, watching the medicine cat at work. He may seem shy and nervous but when a cat is in danger (No matter what clan the cat is in) he will jump in with a plan to save the cat. He never gives up on saving his clan and cats, and will always try to find a way to save them. He has the skill to remember like no other, and can remember when he was a small kit, he uses this skill to remember herbs that he sees the medicine cat use. He may be mean at times, but that just means that he just got teased by someone, but if you find him in a good mood, you'll be delited to see him. In the moonlight, his gray parts of his pelt seem to shine like stars, for he has a destiny like no other. Ever since he got a message by Starclan that his destiny was to be a medicine cat, he has ignored the teasing from the other cats, and has listened to his mentor.
Mangopaw [ Kaphex ] --- ( April 23, 2011 - July 14, 2011 )
Beautiful? Yes, Kind? Yes, Gentle? Yes, Lucky? No. This stunning white she-cat with splashes of beige and orange throughout her fur has not had a lucky past. When she was a kit, her mother took her out into the forest to let her explore the sights and scents of the unknown fr the first time. At that time, Mangodrop aspired to be the greatest warrior in the clan and always used to playfight with any other kit around or maybe even an apprentice every now and again. Unluckily for Mangodrop that day however, a fox was prowling around Springclan territory and attacked them both. Her mother tragically died protecting her from the fox but after she was dead the fox turned onto Mangodrop. Now she has half of her left ear and a scar from her right eye down to her muzzle. Ever since that day, she has newly aspired to become medicine cat and help other cats around her. Mangodrop is stunning and usually have the toms after her but she just brushes them off telling them that they would interfer with her aspirations. Loving, kind and helpful, she is noticed by the clan to be one of the sweetest cats they know. She always puts other cats before herself and is very gentle towards every cat espcially when she is treating them. She has good knowledge of herbs as she has taught herself some things. She loves the smell of herbs even if other cats don't and could spend all day collecting herbs for the store as he finds it a soothing activity. She has bright turquoise eyes that sparkle in the sunlight and look like deep pools of water when she is at her utmost happiness.
Kopapaw [ .:InuInu:. ] --- ( July 25, 2011 - September 19, 2011 )
Kind. Thoughtful. Loving. These are only a few of Kopapaw's many characteristics. The meaning of his name is heart, he was named this because of his thoughtfulness. He has bright golden fur, and stunning amber eyes. Kopapaw loves to help anyone in need, no matter who they are, or where they came from. If they are hurt, Kopapaw will always be there to help. He is very kind, somewhat quiet, and usually calm. Though he has a wonderful life now, his past was not the best. In fact, it was torture. Kopapaw had just become 3 months old when he decided he would go for a walk in the camp. He was padding through the camp, happy as could be. Suddenly, he heard a yowl, a large yowl. Not just one yowl, many yowls. Kopapaw rushed to the sound, and saw his mother and two sisters cowering before his father. With a slash of his father's claw, Kopapaw's mother, and siblings fell to the ground. Kopapaw rushed to his family, filled with horror. He looked up and growled at his father. "Why?!" He spat. His father looked at the kit. "Listen, they didn't deserve to live. You were the only one meant for life. Avenge their death, become strong. I did this for you." He hissed, then in a second, he was gone. Kopapaw looked at his feet, thinking this was all his fault. He sat with his siblings, under his mother's limp paw, pretending his mother was holding him. Kopapaw decided, he would avenge their death, but in a way that could help everyone. He decided, he was going to be a medicine cat. Kopapaw wanted to be the best Medicine Cat ever known, he wanted to save everyone, he wanted to have the honor and pride, of healing someone, of protecting someone, of saving a cats's life.
Minnowpaw [ Drizzledrop ] --- ( August 24, 2011 - October 5, 2011 )
Like all of the celestial stars gathered in the skies one night just to dream up her being. Not her beauty, no. She's very modest in appearance. A dash of silver drawn over her slender face like a mask, shielding two sapphire blue eyes. White socks slip over her paws and reach up to her chest where more gray is met. It's her personality that is like a gift from the heavens, such kindness it's almost hard to believe. She would stop eating all together if it meant her clanmates could survive a harsh leaf-bare and she always makes sure to treat her patients right. Minnowpaw can't disappoint, except for her over eagerness to share her kindness, even with...other clans. Nativity comes with her age perhaps with time wisdom will grace her. For now she has to be lectured on her actions. As she's too stubborn to admit that it's wrong to do it. Naturally she's a bit too much of a dreamer, always questioning why the clans have to fight and can't live together in peace. Such idealism is for kits, but she doesn't see it that way. Minnowpaw is laughed at because of her ideas, but she never gives up on them. She's as fierce and determined as they come. So long as StarClan guides her paws on the right path, she's knows she'll succeed in her destiny as medicine cat. No matter how many obstacles stand in her way. But as for her past Minnowpaw was born to an unknown SpringClan queen who retreated into the night soon after she was born. Parents hold little interest to her because of it, she's not damaged, but very betrayed by the action. For she might be kind and both naive, but not stupid. She wouldn't forgive abandoning your kits, but thanks her mother for her life in SpringClan. Minnowpaw never thinks about being a warrior, she's too in love with healing her clanmates.
Duckpaw[ Psyduck ] --- (November 5, 2011 - December 15, 2011 )
Dumb. Confused. Simple. That's what you think when you come upon a duck. Especially since they are way underrated. Well, then this Duck might come as a shock to you. She defies reasonable explanation of what a Duck is.This is because Duckie is The Duck, the one and only. Pale golden, with an orange muzzle, paws, tail tip and chest. This long furred adventurous she-cat can match her wits against the most ferocious of warriors. She admires others with her dark blue gaze, giving them her flirtatious smile. Duck mostly hangs around the Medicine Cat Den, asking questions about everything. She believes in healing, and dislikes anything else that others try to get her to do. A pacifist by choice, she fends off all her wish to harm her with a single glance. Many query that she would make a much better scout, but she doesn't think so. Just because she has long legs and walks silently around in the tunnels does not mean she is a perfect scout. It just makes her a better cat in the long run. With her luxuriously long tail and plushy soft fur, who wouldn't want to hug Duck? Affectionately called by her nickname Duckie, this little cat is a sure-fire winner to beat you at swimming. What's that? Don't leave camp? You don't have to be above ground to swim. Humorous. Adventurous. Vivacious. That's Duckie in a nutshell. She's the coolest of cool, and won't let you forget! Duckie has considerable amount of battle training {ironic eh?} and knows how to hunt quite well. Maybe she would become a Mercenary, despite her best judgement, she's sort of leaning towards. A pacifist like her tends to get a little wobbly on her non-violent beliefs. Duckie's serendipitous nature will set your soul on fire and warm your heart. Don't you just love Duckie? Rp'd by Psyduck.
Twistedpaw[ KeepASecret ] --- ( January 11, 2012 - March 31, 2012 )
Have you ever felt the gaze of everyone around you burn into your very body? Have you ever felt the waves of horror and shock radiating wherever you go? Have you ever heard them pretend that nothing's wrong, that you're /normal/? Well Twistedfate has. He feels it every time he goes somewhere new. Ever since it all changed. Once a handsome tom, with a velvety dusky brown pelt that shone in the sun and enchanting mint green eyes that glowed with a constant happiness. His spirits were never dampened and his sunny personality attracted all the attention when he walked into a group. Well, he still attracts the attention. But for all the wrong reasons. During those days that are most precious to us, the days of still being a young, carefree kit, he was attacked. Caught while sneaking out of camp by a rogue. The whole left side of his face was distorted, the scars of the claw marks still embossed into his body. His left eye was made redundant, blinded. Left behind is the picture of perfect gruesomeness, a constant reminder of that day, of what happens when you stray from the rules. His bright personality was left bruised and wounded and his self confidence was crushed. Now he hardly ever speaks, and when he does he is soft-spoken and quiet. He keeps his head down, more to shy away from the stares than anything. Is it any wonder he loves the idea of being a Medicine Cat so much? He spends his days lost in a world of herbs and remedies, learning new ways to solve problems and embracing the sweet aromas of the plants he collects, a reminder that beauty is not always visual. For just a moment, he is not judged on his appearance, but the skills he provides. The ability to help others, that's what he treasures most.Played by KeepASecretMentor : Duckwaddle.
Snakepaw[ .:SiLeNt:FLaMeS:. ] --- ( June 18, 2012 - August 2, 2012 )
The strike of a snake is dangerous, painful, and sometimes deadly. Provoke them, and they'll leave a nasty mark to remember them by. Then again, snakes are used to help, too. They can heal with their venom, if it is the correct type, and if you are skilled enough to do it right. It's an odd way of healing, don't you think? Most do. If they're already injected with venom, why give them more? It helps, believe it or not. Though it can be agonizing, it helps. Sounds an awful lot like Snakestrike, doesn't it? Sharp and deadly, he is often avoided, but is a main key in survival. Healing anyone who comes to him, he is a very important cat, though he can strike others down with knowledge. Not much of a strong cat, his body is small and lithe, ready to strike with quick, fierce blows. He isn't much for fighting, more of a skilled cat in hunting. Never really finding interest in following the warrior path, he made an effort to be seen as a worthy medicine cat apprentice, genuine hope and happiness found in herbs and helping the wounded. New life is welcomed, though he has a dark side never seen by others. It's usually hidden until the night expands over the peaceful expanses of SpringClan, turning it to evil shadows that are inevitable when the moon is hidden. He blends well with the dwelling shadows, his charcoal black fur hidden. A rust colored stripe flows down his nose, turning to white as it spreads out on the bottom. His eyes are an illuminating yellow green, the two hues swirling together with perplexity. His eyes look like a venomous snake's, glowing with a dark smile. Snakestrike is different from most medicine cats, dark and ominous, yet kind and helpful. He earned his current position as medicine cat rightfully, working long and hard for the oppurtunity to help others in their desperate time of need. Still, his dark side shows every now and then, grinning darkly in the night.
Platinumpaw [ Shinerpelt ] --- ( October 3, 2012 - November 2, 2012 )
He is a silver tom with platinum eyes. A soul of pure craftsmanship, Platinumthought can make anything out of nothing. He has "sandals" that he's had for awhile. He survived alone when he lived with his parents outside the clan. He kept having dreams of his parents dying and one day it became a reality. His parents were killed before his young eyes as two foxes stood there, leering directly at him. They were just about to kill him when something scared them off. He guessed it was a two-leg kit. He ran as fast as he could despite his injuries. He grabbed a piece of bark, put it down, and laid his head on it. He astonishingly fell asleep. He woke up from his deep slumber, as it was in the middle of winter. He grabbed a vine and struggled to tie the piece of bark on his head. He had little to no time to find help and soon, that time had all but dissipated. He woke up at the camp and stayed still. Not because he was scared or tense but because he was calm. His head felt better and his body ached instead of throbbing. He did everything he was told to do by the medicine cat. A few days after he was able to walk again. Even in the past few days of being at the camp he has had a few dejavu moments. He wants to be a medicine cat so that he can help those who need it like just like he did.
Shatteredpaw [ Syncopation ] --- ( December 1, 2012 - February 9, 2013 )
Nothing about this she-cat is spectacular. Her eyes are a simple warm pool of brown, her pelt a light shade of orange. Her words are soft and succinct, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Her claws come from her sheathes only when hunting, and are returned quickly after the fact. All these factors add up to an extraordinarily mudane cat. However, when you come around Shatteredpaw, you'll find that nothing is at all what it seems. It's easy to take Shatteredpaw for what she looks like: A submissive, withdrawn she-cat. That's where you'll find yourself wrong. Deep within those rich mahogany depths of her eyes, sparks the faint beginnnings of a flame. When the wind skitters across fur silky enough to be a spider's web, she sighs a breath of relief. Under the soft tones of her voice, you can find the soft strains of defiance. She attacks her prey swiftly, though doesn't bother to finish it off, not sheathing her claws until the prey is well beyond it's last breath. Prima facie. At face value. You cannot afford to take this she-cat with a dismissive air. Deep, umplumbed depths of passion, rage, and other emotions she never had permission to feel simmer quietly, bubbling just below the surface. Volatile, she seems like one of the cats the Dark Forest is just waiting to fall over the edge, to topple into the preciptice. One thing that will surprise you, then, is the amount of time she's been tenaciously clinging to the light. Her past is one that will stay where it belongs: In the dark. However, what happened then still affects her today, leaving the slender she-cat to fight this silent war on her own. Many may mistake her for a she-devil or a bad cat, but she won't tell them otherwise, but grimaces every time, knowing that each hateful comment pushes her closer and closer to the edge. Not able to give the darkness roiling inside her even a toehold, Shatteredpaw has no option but to cling to the only light she can: Her future. Perservering with what has to be a Leader's determination, she pushes forward every day, not ceding an inch to the traitorous evil that resides within her. Every day she rises and takes a deep breath, reciding silently the poems she had when she was found a scruffy newborn kit at the edge of the territory. She still fights to keep control of her innocence and good, but without something to cling to, she may fall the other way.
Serenitypaw [ Gingerfurfirestar ] --- ( March 7, 2013 - March 19, 2013 )
Devious, Expressive, Inevitably troubled. Only one cat could lead a life of such pain. SerenityTermination, the only soul who could hold such a problematic existence. The young she-cat was once an innocent, fun-loving girl. Coordinated, logical, strong, witty-perfection within such a small body. One would think she could do no wrong, but, if one were as observant as her, they would have noticed that her pelt colouring held the prophecy to her demise. A story should explain what lead to the position of this young cat. Once upon a time, there was a Rouge mother, who held a small litter of three in her possession. As they were a late threesome, the bitter winter came too fast, too sudden. One out of the three died. Frostbite took his small body easily. The other two, the heroine, and soon the villain, and the other one, the sad casualty in this story, took the cold quite well. The bigger, and presumably eldest one of them all, held a dark brown to his coat. The other, whilst she was beautiful, only held a soft white, which, by the colours of her parents, and grandparents, weren't possible in any way. So pure, so soft. She was perfect, even if her pelt would have to meld with her colour later. After a small amount of time, she ended up with a light sandy pelt, fading into a dark melt of brown and then a sharp dappling of white on her fluffy tail and black socks on her small back feet. Her golden eyes were bright, and her brother happy to be with her. One day, they ventured out, far into the mountains, without their mother. It didn't really matter anyways, she was close to abandoning them anyways. The two small cats found themselves at a small river. SerenityTermination, having been the more adventurous of the two, decided to take a swim. The current took her, making her fail miserably in trying to paddle back to her brother. Seeing this, he jumped in to help her. When they met each other, the young she-cat had gotten a hold of the bank, which was a rock outcrop, which could only hold one. Her brother found a hold too, trying to pull himself up. A wild, and dangerous idea ran through SerentityTermination's mind. She had to live, no matter who she had to beat. With that, she shoved her brother off, back into the water, having him hit a rock. The last thing she remembers of him was the yowl he gave for her to help. Of course, she didn't, and scrabbled up onto the outcrop. The sun was setting, and she was wandering aimlessly through the terrain. All she could hear, see, feel, was her brothers plea, which she ignored so easily. Time took its toll, and the sandy she-cat took a tumble down a rocky decline, hitting her right eye and landing in SpringClan. It took very little time for someone to find her and patch her up. She found herself in the Medicine Cat's den, finding it fascinating. She was so calm, so happy. Soon, what was there left to do but take her in? Due to the relaxed demeanor she held, she was given the name of Serenitykit. As time went by, and her eye healed, she found it possible to forget about her past, and become someone. Of course, she lost all sight in her damaged eye, but, it mattered very little. Finding a love for the herbs that saved her precious life, she strived to become just like her saviour. As the days went by, she finally was realized for her want, and crown as the apprentice of someone who gave life, not taking it. She hasn't given her past, at least, not yet. Even with the constant nightmare that leave her screaming for help in the late hours of the moonlight. Hopefully, one day, her evils will be taken into consideration, and the sandy blonde that keeps SerenityTermination from being revealed, might just fade, just like her brothers death cry did.
Thunderpaw [ Swiftdash ] --- ( April 16, 2013 - May 9, 2013 )
A rank smell hits your nose. The smell lingers for a few moments, then leaves. The smell of the Thunderpath and monsters. The black asphalt burns under your paws. You then see a body lying on the side of the Thundepath. That body is Thunderpaw, the medicine cat apprentice of SpringClan. Thunderpaw is a short-haired golden tabby tom with prodigious copper eyes. There are darker and lighter streaks running parallel to each other on his flanks. On his belly, there is a darker stripe running straight down it. Thunderpaw was a loner after his parents died in a tragic accident on the Thunderpath in which he was in. His copper eyes will forever show his pain after the death of his family. Thunderpaw, didn't escape the effects of the Thunderpath by far. In fact, he was most likely the worst off his family. Due to getting hit by a monster, his growth is limited to about half of a normal cats, which would give him a serious disadvantage when fighting. Though unlike most cats, he never dreamed of fighting. He dreamed of healing and helping others, not hurting them. Thunderpaw can be impatient for new-leaf in the deepest of leaf-bare, making him beyond easy the irritate if the patient is being as difficult as possible. Though during most seasons, he is as tolerant for difficulties as any cat could possibly be. He is generally friendly to anyone he encounters, as long as they aren't complete jerks, completely forgetful, and so on. Due to his accident on the Thunderpath and the long-lasting effects, he can connect to cats with a possibly crippling injury better than most medicine cats can. He understands that the medicine cat is the bridge between life and death, between the living and the dead. He worked with another rogue healer for a half of a half-moon, an was deeply impacted by him. He still runs off one of that healer's quotes. That quote was "Where there is no loyalty, there is no trust. Where there is no healing, there is only death." In a nutshell, Thunderpaw is a caring, short, and empathetic cat, willing to treat almost anyone whom he crosses paths with. He believes that StarClan can eventually defeat any Stygian force daring enough to challenge them, the same with SpringClan. He believes in undying and everlasting loyalty, both to your Clan and to StarClan.
Mothpaw[ TimidBird1566 ] --- ( April 16, 2013 - May 31, 2013 )
♥Mothpaw[Flare] // TimidBird1566 It's mesmerizing lush brown wings bated around her mockingly, daring her to venture out of the familiar den. The kit's soft green curious eyes widen at the fast flustering of the moth's wings. She was nestled and tangled into the gray bodies of her siblings and parents, whom still slept in the moist den filled with fresh moss climbing up the walls. Soft light bounced off the dripping wet walls, wind whistling through the treetops outside. Wobbly, the small gray she-kit, Moth, climbed over the tangled mass of sleeping bodies; ignoring their chorus of soft snores. Her eyes trained on the small tan moth as it lead her out of the den. Light revealed itself from the swaying tree tops, blinding the kit, postponing following the moth as her eyes adjusted. When they finally adjusted, the holes through the leaves revealed themselves to be a soft baby blue with hints of wispy white. The moth waited patiently on a small mossy worn rock fanning it's wings, and took flight as she slowly padded forward. It lead her through the lively forest where prey and welcoming noises at every corner, and when she had stopped the moth would stop too. Waiting. Not even a thought of swiping or pawing at it occurred to her, it was if she hoped the moth would lead her somewhere. Somewhere of adventure, drama, twists, love, honor, loyalty and shadows that she yearned for in her unchanging everyday life. To be different and special, but the thoughts and hope ended when the moth finally stopped. Lost in her thought, she thought little of the change of the forest. Dead trees whistled hollowly at her, shadows clinging to their branches. Black decaying leaves crunched under her pads. The lone sound of a owl hooting. The sun was setting over the hills, its' golden and warm pink color filling the soon to be stary sky. Ahead of her laid the moth, wings still, perched on a worn twoleg grave.Her heart beated faster as she realized where she was. They called it "dead cat's hollow" as there was supposed to be a large hollow where a ghost cat haunted. It could never find peace and stayed, looking for others to give it's same fate too. Tears welled in the kit's green eyes, watching as the moth ascended into the dying sun. Leaving her all alone. She curled up into a protective ball, closing her eyes as if she'd wake up in her den again with her nagging parents and obnoxious siblings. A large shadow stood above her, nuzzling her with it's muzzle softly and soothingly. Slowly the kit unraveled herself, opening her eyes to the shadow that towered before her. The shadow was a large drooling black newfoundland dog, her amber eyes gazing at Moth warmly. Moth was too tired to react, her feet swayed beneath her. "What name pup?" the large dog barked softly to the tired kit, her voice deep and vibrated through Moth's body. "M-moth," she meowed stated in a confused voice, was she dreaming? The female dog laughed her deep laugh, vibrating throughout the silent graveyard. Crows flew away from the dog's deep voice in fear and annoyance. "We been expecting you," the dog said warmly, giving her something that resembled a slobbery smile. Before she could speak, the large dog picked up the tiny she-kit, and slowly trotted deeper into the forest. Moonlight streamed through the trees, turning their pelts a light shade of gray. The kit felt deeply calm, and her eyes drooped, taking no notice of her hanging paws. The dog's breath was warm and made her pelt moist, warming her from head to tail. Moth feel asleep, swaying in the large dog's jaws. Light streamed through the brittle gray boards, making Moth slowly open her light green eyes. The female newfoundland dog was nowhere to be sighted in the old twoleg house. A new old scent wavered into her nose. "So you're awake," meowed a soft frail tom voice. Now alert, Moth's head turned to the right where the voice came from. Rising to her small tired plain gray paws, she saw a small old frail black tom. It was a very old elder, he looked like a bag of bones and fur. His voice had a slightly different accent, but she took no notice. "Don't be afraid kit, my name is Dusk," the tom chuckled a laugh that racked through his small body. "Babs and I have awaited for you." Moth's eye rose in suspension. "I wasn't dreaming about the dog...." she muttered silently to herself. "We were told to give you a message," he continued, acting as if he hadn't seen her suspension. Before he could say the message, Babs marched in, boards creaking under her weight. The large dog smiled at Moth, letting Dusk finish. "You are to join Springclan and become their medicine cat," he finished, eyeing Babs for interrupting. Moth blinked at him with her soft green eyes, wondering if the elder really knew what he was talking about. "Ummm, no thanks?" she meowed in more of a question. "Pup, is not a question. You must, Starclan already save you from death," rumbled Babs, laying on her belly know. Moth's head creased in thought. What did that mean? As if reading her thoughts Dusk answered, "Dogs had found your den right before you left..." She refused to hear it, they were just mousebrains! "Yeah right!" she laughed, a worm of doubt burrowing itself in her heart. Babs gave her sympathetic dopey eyes, Dusk was emotionless and laid still. Cool air that leaked from the cracks and large holes in the den ruffled her gray fur. In the end Babs lead Moth back to her den, giving her encouraging amber eyes. Dusk had stayed being that he was too old to move around too much. It was around noon when they arrived, trees howling hollowly their shadows moaning as they stretched. No birds, locust or even the wind made a sound. Only paw prints crushing the spines of decaying fall leaves. The small den stood above them, a smell thick of death blasted into their noses. Moth refused to walk in, she turned and headed back to the graveyard. Green eyes hardened, small tears running down her fur. "Moth...-" "Show me where Springclan is," the she-kit gasped, legs shaky. She too could have been there, lying in torn bits. It was too close for comfort, and never would she hear her worrywart mother, loud annoying siblings, and smiling father. Babs nodded and leaded the mentally exhausted kit to the Springclan border where they would depart from each other. Moth heard nothing as she headed for the camp, no more tears could fall, she was out of the fresh supplies of them. And so that was the beginning of Moth. She was accepted by Phoenixstar to be under the rank of a kit. The day before Mothkit's apprentice ceremony, Serenitytermination, found a small light gray moth nestled in a bundled of fresh herbs. That's the start of her medicine cat career, but she took no great joy in it. Her heart was numb and sore. Frozen. Stopped. Waiting for that sudden flare to unfreeze her slow moving self. The live again.
Namelesspaw [ kittzkat ] --- ( December 8, 2013 - February 11, 2014 )
All you have to change is everything you are.
Story of the young cat's life. She's never fit in the glove of what everyone wanted her. She was never that cat. She was never perfect. She was marred with imperfection. Even from the start. She was born to a rogue named Char. She was a mistake, that was for sure. Char hated from her from the start. She wasn't given a name by her mother, and was reffered to as "Thing." Why didn't Char just leave the young cat to die? Namelessangel has always wondered that. She didn't though, treating the poor scrap as nothing. She abused her, both physically and verbally. Whenever the cat tried to speak, Char reminded her that her opinion didn't matter. It was this that brought along selective muteness to the cat. If she wasn't going to be listened to, why even bother talking? This terrible relationship went on for six months, until the girl was old enough and strong enough to care for herself. Then her mother brought her to the SpringClan border and left her there. She was alone and confused, until taken in by a patrol. When they asked her her name, she could say nothing. The oldest cat in the group, named Oliveswipe, pittied her, and took her back to camp. "She's nameless," the older cat said when trying to explain her. The name stuck. She became Namelesspaw, the almost silent cat that always stayed on the outskirts. Her past has left her with a few things. The most important is social anxiety. She hates being with groups of cats. The most she can handle, comfortably, around her is three. This is pretty problematic, although if you take things to her at a one on one, she is actually a very warm, very interesting cat. She also has terrible self confidence issues. She really shouldn't, though. She's near perfect, no matter what her mother warped her mind into thinking. She is truely pretty. Her coat is long, fluently falling over her shoulders. It retains the same purity of a calico, except more fierce and pointed. Her mainly black coat is dashed with several shades of orange, and her nose and muzzle, along with her chest, is the palest shade of white. Her paws are the same dainty color, while her eyes are strong and golden. She's got a power to those eyes, ones that are hardly understood. Namelesspaw is a perfectionist, especially about the emotion she shows in her eye. And she's ready to change to make anyone happy. That is how she was raised, after all. Trying to get someone, anyone, to love her.
Winterpaw [ NauticalNightmare ] --- ( February 17, 2014 - February 23, 2014 )
Have you ever heard the soft lullaby a mother sings to her children.. The way her voice soothes the restless souls that cry feebly beneath her. It's much different than the feeling of the cold winter season, when the wind cuts through your skin and chills you to your very core. Now, those are two completely different things, a light and a dark, a safe haven and a ruthless nightmare.. Nothing alike. That is how Winterlullaby is. She suffers from multi-personality disorder. One moment she's caring and soft, and the next she might try to bite your head off. But, that never influences how talented she is in the ways of healing. She has a knack for remembering the smallest details, and the ability to stay calm in the worst of situations. Her long, pure white fur is always well groomed, unless she has a long night of restless sleep, in which she looks like a wreck. To completely her delicate and stunning features azure blue orbits with small flecks of silver floating in their depths attribute to her beauty. It's not like Winterlullaby to be fragile, to let someone in. She keeps her personal life to herself, knowing better than to spout her mouth. The wisdom such a young cat possesses can only be from Starclan theirselves. Her past has made her rather cold, but she is always kind on the surface unless she has a random mood swing. As a kit, she was found in the forest.. Nameless, motherless, and lost. She was brought to Springclan, and she explained that her father had brutally murdered her mother in front of her, because she refused to give up her kits. Her siblings, died several days later, either from hunger or cold. But Winter.. She refused to let her life end like that. She knew she was born to be successful.. Born to help others. And that's exactly what she began to do as she was raised in the clan, and now it's her time to show for it.
Arrhythmiapaw [ Prettykittywithclaws ] --- ( March 12, 2014 - March 13, 2014 )
"You're so pretty," the voice of a cat once told her - when her eyes were weak and objects were no more than outlines, silhouettes, before the SpringClan Medicine Cat had hope that she would survive. The voice was one which she'd never heard before and never would hear again, not in the flesh, at least; a voice that spoke words that would bring her into a sweat from then on with each sundown, taunting her in her dreams, dancing on the edges of her psyche and flitting amongst her thoughts like a plague. "You can't even tell there's anything wrong with you." The voice finished, and then it was gone.
It just goes to show; looks can be deceiving.
Because under Arrhythmiaflutter's gorgeous snow-spotted Bengal pelt lies a terrible condition. And sometimes, if you look at her at exactly the right moment, you can see it in the vacancy of her moondrop eyes, eyes a haunting shade of silver that seems, almost... translucent. And that is when you know she is having one of her heart palpitations, always accompanied by temporary blindness for however long it lasts. Her eyes will glaze as she shudders for a few seconds to a minute, but her Clanmates have learnt to respectfully ignore it, knowing how proud a she-cat she is. The palpitations come and go, like the ebb and fall of waves against the shore; sometimes, they come as frequent as five times in a single 24-hour period, sometimes they are absent for days, even a week. But they always come back, a never ending reminder of how she will never be like a normal cat.
So what if she's quiet? Arrhythmiaflutter might not speak a lot, and go about her day in a soft, authoritative manner, but she does have a lighter side to her that not many cats see. And they say - the lucky ones who've seen it firsthand - that when she laughs, her eyes light up the world.
When Arrhythmiaflutter's apprentice ceremony came, she had no choice but to become Medicine Cat Apprentice. A cat who could have seizures at moment would be nothing but a hindrance if not a danger to herself and others, wether in a hunting patrol or in a real life battle. She knew it was coming, knew what StarClan had planned for her; the long sessions with the resident Medicine Cat, Winterlulluby, sorting, identifying, concocting - all that had prepared her for her future. And it wasn't like she didn't like it; of course she did, she loved helping her Clan with all her heart. Did that mean she doesn't ever wonder how it would've been if it had, in fact, been different? Did it mean her mind, unbidden, never imagined what it would feel like to have kits huddled in the nooks of body, her mate's body a protective shield curled around her spine? Maybe. But no matter what anyone says, Arrhythmiaflutter is a cat that is loyal to SpringClan - to the end, to her own end, if need be.
Graypaw [ Brokenshadow ] --- ( March 13, 2014 - May 6, 2014 )
This tom is perhaps the most presumptuous, overly sarcastic cat in the forest. He has thick, shaggy gray fur and piercing blue eyes, but his most defining feature would be his limp. After a disease destroyed the major muscles in his right hind leg, Grayhawk was left with a constant limp and never ending pain to remind him of the memories he'd rather forget. Despite the fact that he holds a position based on faith, he doesn't believe in the celestial beings known collectively as StarClan. He does, however, believe in the power of medicine and the ability to control one's own destiny. If there's one thing this tom despises more than anything, it's stupidity and irrationality in those around him. His opinions are blunt and honest and occasionally brutal, so if he thinks you're stupid, he won't hesitate in telling you so. He can be quite the narcissist, and he could never love anybody else more than he loves himself.
Antpaw/Rumblepaw [ Secretkit ] --- ( May 26, 2014 - June 17, 2014 )
Antpaw: A black tom of slightly smaller proportions than the average domesticated feline. Borne the runt of a litter of seven, he was cast out by his littermates as time progressed and was forced by his mother to live within SpringClan so that she wouldn't have to take care of him anymore. The fur along his skinny and jagged ribs blooms with different shades of dark gray and shines luxuriously in the light of day owing to his constant grooming. Has rather nervous tendencies at times, which causes him to be rather jumpy often-times, but is an extremely hard worker to make up for that particular lack of confidence. The eyes within his skull are of a dark brown colour, and the tips of each his toes ever so slightly white. Antclaw is not one to judge from first sights but rather first physical contact. Do not cross him, for though he is small his temper and skills are immense.
Rumblekit: Braved the forests, braved the stone. Braved the icy winds and fire. Braved and beat them on my own. Yet I'm helpless by the river. Her mystical pelt is filled with gentle hues of golden brown, darker brown and fuzzy gray. Each strand glistens with general cleanliness, and although she looks as though covered in dust, it's really almost like magical powder, a slight glowing sheen that flows from her body with every step she takes when within rays of sunlight. Rumblefrost is soft and mischievous, her words gentle and favourable, although she is really filled with dark memories of the past. Her eyes are the fiery dying green colour of autumn leaves, and she often enjoys mesmerizing her friends and foes with them, as well as her prey in the dead of the night. Beautiful, with a hint of mystique, you'd best watch your step around her, for even though she follows the rules and treads carefully around most Clanmates, if you raise her suspicions about something or break the rules around her, she is one upset and unsettling she-cat. If she becomes stuck in your head or your heart, she will be like a thorn, hard to tug out, and painful until the last sharp tendril of her is tugged out. An eternally loyal companion to those she likes, she will always do everything that she can to be accepted and counted as part of the Clan, by the Clan. Fierce, gentle, perfect, imperfect, dark, sly, achieving.
Tinypaw [ Divasaur/stich. ] --- ( May 26, 2014 - June 17, 2014 )
A miniature ginger tabby with light hazel green eyes, Tinydance has quite a few personality traits, most of them positive. She's inquisitive, loves having a mind over matter situation to solve, and has the will to make sure her Clanmates are always content and happy, whether that means she acts as a shoulder to cry on, a listening ear, or simply someone to keep as company with the other. She does have her bad habits, however- mainly arm chewing. She'll pull at the fur on her arms when she's stressed or anxious, resulting in those parts of her body looking smaller and disheveled.
Whitepaw [ simply.light ] --- ( June 26, 2014 - July 19, 2014 )
Ready, set, go! The race is on! In every race, there is always someone who stumbles. The important part is that they get up and finish. He has been running a race all his life, trying to find some way to escape this life. The important part of finishing the race for him is to find out what he's running from. He didn't have some earth-shattering tragedy happen in his life or anything. In fact, he has lived pretty much a normal life. He has just always felt like he needed to run away. Whether it is running away from a battle or just running away from reality. He always feels as if something is out to get him, but he doesn't know what. You can call it an anxiety; that's pretty much spot on. Whitegold may have the anxiety, but he is not fearful. He will face any challenge thrown at him with a calm deposition and level mind. Blood does not phase him; a broken bone is nothing. Like I said, despite this constant feeling of getting out, he still manages to be a good Medicine cat. What led him to this position? Even he doesn't really know. He just felt like being a warrior was not where he belonged. He had always had this strange pull in his heart that told him that being a Medicine Cat would suit him better than anything else. Even still, he makes a good one. The clan couldn't wish for a better cat to take care of them. He is incredibly smart with herbs and is calm in tragic situations. He never knew his parents, but it never really bothered him, either. In fact, he feels sometimes that he has been better off without them. Whitegold is a very handsome tom with a nice, sturdy frame and lean muscles. You would think as a Medicine Cat that this bulky tom would be small in stature and pretty weak. Nah. He loves to run and climb and do everything that a warrior does, including hunt sometimes, but his heart truly lies with healing. The young tom has a brilliant white coat that shimmers like freshly fallen snow. His eyes are an intense gold that stand out boldly against his sheer pelt. These eyes hide every scrap of emotion in his body. In fact, they almost make him look like he could face anything. Some think it is a shame that, as handsome and strong as he is, he is a Medicine Cat. Sometimes he even doubts his position, but his feelings are quickly reassured with the same feeling in his heart that led him to the position. Maybe someday he will discover what he is running from and the anxiety that knots his stomach will disappear.
Queenpaw/Sootpaw [ Neonessence ] --- ( June 26, 2014 - August 24, 2014 )
Queenpaw: Two eyes, the color of the thinnest sheet of ice over a lake - just barely blue. Steeled, yet vague in their cloudless emotion. They watch, effortlessly flicking. Furs the color of snow. She is just the right color for a queen of cold, of loveless romance, of broken dreams. She is the perfect exoneration of what could have been, what never will be. She's a prime example of why love doesn't work. She's a cat of parts. One part daddy issues, one part emotional turbulance. Two parts abandonment, one part lack of hope. Add them together, and you get this feiry feline. She's a cat who thrives in the darkness. Her paws are dipped in maleficence, and after she retrieves them from the pools of other's disparity, she runs. In her wake is the same kind of destruction that created her. It's almost sad, really, that she ended up like this. She had so much potential, to become a heartless Queen of Hearts. She is a goddess of broken relationships, of loveless affairs. She enjoys herself a little affair, and toms love to give it to her. She's beautiful, after all. She's a bad girl, cold to the core. And there's something romantic about that. Tom's think they can change her. Guess what, they can't. She changes for no one, instead leaving a trail of tears behind her. That doesn't distract them from trying, though. And she needs that affection. Her daddy problems can only be solved with toms gushing at her every movement. So she keeps them there. Ready to play with, and then ready to leave when they become less useful. Tragic, isn't it? That is, unless you can crack her shell. It's a deep layer of ice that surrounds her, but it isn't impenetratable. If you can manage it, you'll see a whole different cat. One who just needs someone to love her. Because, really, that's all she is. A cat who needs some fixing up, and some love.
Sootpaw: The definition of a catalyst is a person or thing that precipitates an event. Something that foreshadows something else. It fits her well. She is a catalyst for the bigger things. Being with her insights something deep within. Sometimes, that thing is as small as the insighting of more energy. Sometimes that thing is as big as a death. She is the teller of news, and could you blame anyone? She looks so delicate. If the words come off of her tongue, they seem so much more... pleasing, even if the words speak of death and destruction. She has a way of doing that, of comforting cats with her soft enthusiasm. She is a cat that can tell the signs of things to come. While most people overlook things like the colors of the leaves, she uses it to compute. In her computations are the true foreshadowings. She's intelligent, and sometimes, that intelligence leads her to know more than she is supposed to. She finds out little secrets, things that aren't meant to be known, and lets them free. Even though her very being is centered around her cataclysmic ways, and shattered trust being one of those ways, you can't help but like her. You can't help but tell her your secrets. If you hide something from her, she'll be able to tell. She can read other cats just as easily as you can't read her. While she notices the signs with the world, you can't notice signs with her. She is completely opaque in her ways. She is the polar opposite of what most cats want to see out of a cat of her position - translucence is something she has never been fond of. She doesn't like to give light on the things that happen in her own home. Instead, she prefers to divulge into everyone else's. Privacy is something that has to be earned around her, and she won't grant you it for a long time. She likes the secrets, thrives in knowing more than the normal cat. Sootcatalyst is perfectly content being as her name says, a catalyst. A catalyst that has two faces. The first, a sweet, innocent she-cat. She plays this role well, just looking into her soot colored eyes makes you sort of want to take her under your wing. The second is darker. A cat that, although she isn't evil in any way, likes to reign in ambivalence and a temper. Tempermental is something you could probably call her easily. Switching from one mood to another with the flick of a tail. It's strange, to see little Sootcatalyst change emotions. For a split second, she isn't her, especially in her anger. Anger is something that she is known for, explosive anger that singes everything around her. It would be nice to say she could control it, but she really can't. It is especially prevalent in times of stress. She has a tendency to get stressed out very easily, and when she does, her moodswings are even more explosive. She's easily liked, though, otherwise, the kind of cat you could tell your story too. Her smile is unsure, but her eyes say a different story. She is confident in herself, although socially, she seems slightly awkward. A contradiction, it seems that one of the biggest swings of her cataclysmic personality hails from contradiction. Sweet, yet sour. Social, yet opaque. It's strange how some of these things can flow together. Her confidence is generally strong, unless it comes to three things. The first, trusting others. She is incredibly slow to trust, and generally for no reason. She didn't have anything terrible happen to her, nor is it grand in any other way. It ties directly into her second fear, the fear of being in a relationship. She doesn't like to be touched, nor does she see the need to get romantically close to anyone. Perhaps that's a good thing, she'd be the first medicine cat of SpringClan in a while that didn't decided to break the code and have kittens. The very thought of it makes her stomach sick. And her third fear? The fear of spiders. They give her anxiety, and if she sees one, she's known to dart. Now, looking at her, you wouldn't see fear. It doesn't lace itself in her soot-covered silver-dollar eyes. It doesn't show itself in her marbled golden furs. It's just there, hidden deep within her. Just like most things. Hidden, alone. And she likes it that way.
Skypaw [ youngwriteme ] --- ( August 15, 2014 - August 30, 2014 )
Skycloud is a pure white tom with lovely, sky blue eyes. He has long fur which he hates, and complains about often. His long fur also means that the tom stays as far away from water as possible. The same goes for mud and any sticky substances. He can be quite grumpy at times and despises being the center of attention. Despite all of his faults, Skycloud has a good heart. He always waits until the queens, kits, and elders are fed before taking any prey for himself. He has a soft spot for kits, but you wouldn't guess that by his behavior. Instead of cooing over them, or playing with them, Skycloud prefers to keep them away. Skycloud is unable to be a father, and so seeing kits only breaks his heart. Skycloud was born to an unknown she-cat in a litter of four. His siblings are Starrynight, Sunblaze, and Moonbreeze.
Petitepaw [ parawhimsical ] --- ( August 25, 2014 - September 23, 2014 )
Her name is not ironic, it was purposeful. As a newborn, she was born as the runt of a premature litter, and the only one that survived. She was so tiny that the medicine cat predicted only a twenty percent chance of her survival. When she pulled through, her life was celebrated, and she was dubbed Petitepaw, for she never really gained that extra weight. She has stunning soft honey-gold eyes, rimmed with a darker brown. Her fur is a brown and grey tabby with a white chest, muzzle, and paws. She is usually the quiet one in a group, often overlooked, but that's the first mistake: to overlook her. She is small but clever, innocent and yet deceitful. She likes to pit cats against one another for the simplistic joy of it, to amuse her for the time being. She plots and plans accordingly, gaining knowledge and secrets. It's not hard to do, when there is so much gossip in the medical ward. She doesn't particularly hate her job as medicine cat apprentice, but she doesn't necessarily like it, either. She has no mind to follow the rules, nor does she want to dillydally with dead cats, but whatever works to keep her mentor happy.
Flatpaw [ Ashenfate ] --- ( September 30th, 2014 - October 6, 2014 )
Wirely hair, and slightly bushy, the she-cat's fur is a mess. Her tail is the fluffiest part on her body, making her look even more out of place than she already is. Flat's furs are black with a dark brown peeking here and there. Small brown rings coil around her eyes, giving the green-yellow of her eyes more of a pop than the largeness of them. Flat's eyes are like the roundness of an owl, which is enough to make any cat wary of her. However, that's not the only distinctive thing about this she-cat. Her muzzle is flat, giving just one assumption as to where her name came from. Due to the oddity of the flatness, it is often cats will hear her wheezing or even snorting when she's in distress, talking, or walking at a fast pace. Another downfall other than those, are the soft snoring sounds she makes when she sleeps. It's simply something she cannot help, nor prevent from happening. Another assumption as to where her name came from is because of her personality. Always short, and farshot of sweet. Attitude like none other, some can't seem to figure out how to handle this she-cat. As if looks weren't enough, even her personality is not even close to attractive. Perhaps that's why some cats whisper that she had no other path other than medicine. No tom would ever take a second glance at this ugly she-cat, who was lined with scars. Her clanmates would never put up with her attitude if she'd been a warrior. Though, as you all know, cats do have backstories. Don't let it fool you, there's always a reason that they are the way that they are. Flat was born to Calamitywar, the daughter of the deceased leader Remedystar and disappeared deputy Spartacus. Her mother was born in SpringClan, however left some time after falling for a tom whom was not of her clan. Long after, she gave birth to three kittens. One being a still born, and the other two being Flat and her brother. Broken hearted from having a stillborn, Calamitywar stayed within the same area for a long period of time, raising the two kits she had left. Though, trouble found them. A band of sick and twisted cats found entertainment in the torture of making a mother watch as they hurt her babies. Flat made it out with only scars, but her brother brother's life was gone. Once the cats had grown bored with tormenting the cats, they left in laughter. Flat had no choice but to help her emotionally scarred and devestated mother back to SpringClan, where she belonged all along. Once she settled her mother in, the medicine cat and leader saw her interest in herbs. Though she held a sharp tongue, only those two cats knew the story as to why she had become the way she was. Flat wanted nothing more than to protect her mother, and nurse her back to health, and soon she became more important in her small world. Flat became the medicine cat apprentice. Now she tends to her mother with care and gentle paws, without the attitude towards her. Calamitywar was in bad shape, but it seems slowly she is coming back to her senses. Some cats find it odd to watch her with her mother, and often wonder why she can't be as gentle with them as she is with her. Just remember, some stories are better left untold.
Ravenpaw [ baewolf ] --- ( September 30th, 2014 - January 1, 2015 )
A sorrowful hymn colors her fur, ghosts and shadows dancing in the wispy locks. Pale lime eyes pick up any movement, any twitch. Sarcasm and arrogance makes Ravendirge who she is - and what she does requires much humble feelings. She would have made a wonderful warrior if it wasn't for her ruined back leg, savaged and splintered by a fox when she was just a kit. Brought back from the brink of death, she knew where her future lie. Having seen the stars, she made it a promise to never let a cat succumb to their injuries, only to old age.
Masquerade [ valkaria ] --- ( January 9, 2015 - March 23rd, 2015 )
To falter in strength is a crime of utmost horror, in the eyes of this she-cat. Self-defense and watching your own back rank above all other attributes. Not much is truly known about this she-cat's past. When she was apprentice-aged, she simply appeared on the border, arriving in her usual style and flare. She announced her name, Masquerade, and finding Springclan to her liking, she joined, but left her name the same. She didn't quite fit in among clan cats, but enjoyed their presence. She stood out, not exactly drop-dead gorgeous, but somehow conspicuous. A ragdoll, with a pelt of tan, and a face of dark brown- nearly black- fur, and bright blue eyes that always sparkle with a mischievous glimmer. Small, slightly undersized, with a lean figure, she came with a knowledge of fighting and hunting, but never wished to pursue that lifestyle, instead turning to the lucrative art of herbs, with the ability to heal or strike down. She remained very social, enjoying playing tricks, harmless or not, on others within the clan. Everything she does, she does it in her own interest, always focusing on her own happiness. Some may see it as selfish, but she knows it's the only way she'll find any protection. Without anyone else to watch her back, she must watch her own. Mysterious, beautiful, intriguing, and sly, Masquerade is an ever-living mystery, a playful secret waiting to be unraveled.
Everpaw [ ashestoashes ] --- ( March 23rd, 2015 - June 28th, 2016 )
A small calico she cat with green brown eyes that change in reflection of the light or with the different emotions she has. Ever's life was not an easy one. She once was just a kit born to two barn cats, a loving family and a happy atmosphere, but then a fire started and burnt down their home taking the life of her dear father with it. It is unknown how the fire was started, but Ever and her mother knew they had to go on. The two were already close but grew closer from the event. Mother and daughter survived for months together, until one day her mother vanished while she went out hunting. It is unknown if she had been captured, ran away, or had been killed but what Ever knew was that after a while her mother wasn't coming back. What could she do? She was all alone...or thats what she thought. Starclan is a mysterious clan, and perhaps it was destiny that lead to the burning of the barn and the disappearance of her mother. The starry cats visited the small it in her dreams and guided her paws to the beauty that was Springclan. There she started a new life, having a new family and friends. There she learned who she was and what she was capable of, wanting to help the clan that gave her a second chance. The calico she cat is a soft hearted feline with quirky traits but none the less a true warrior at heart. Though she loves her new home she often wonders what happened to her mother...why her barn burnt. Was it destiny? Or was it something more sinister than that?...
Havenpaw [ WalkTheGalaxy ] --- ( June 20th, 2015 -September 28th, 2015)
Havenshire is a Dilute calico she-cat with bright blue eyes. She was raised but Brokenstar and Agatewish, although born to two rouges named Danger and Kyjal. She was found in Springclan territory alongside her two sisters, Ravenkit and Destinykit, and her brother, Dangerkit. They don't know their past of the fact that they were separated at birth. Ravenkit and Havenkit were kept with together, while Dangerkit and Destinykit were given to Nightbriar and Flame. Another thing that she doesn't know is that Flame, the tom that she calls her brother since he was adopted by Agatewish as well, is actually her uncle. It's a confusing story, but it doesn't stop her from being as bubbly as she is. She loves her little family, no matter how broken it is. She is very optimistic and finds the good in everyone. She is kind and helpful.
Kinkedpaw [ Tulipbreeze ] --- ( November 1st, 2015 - January 12th, 2016 )
The thirdborn of eight kits, the beautiful, strategic, small yet defiant Kinkedwing has had to fight her way up the towering mountain called life. Her intent gaze is utterly captivating. On a canvas of the palest of greens, her eyes are painted with rings of a surreal shade of turquoise around her slits of jet-black pupils. With all the beauty of her intelligent stare, the defect that gave the rose-tinted ginger tabby her name seems merely an afterthought. She tries her best to ignore her kinked tail, although she secretly despises it with all her heart. That heart is one of tarnished gold, one that's been battered and beaten but still stands strong. Two of her siblings were born lacking life, and the other five all had physical defects. A natural leader, she feels it's her duty to prove herself as more than her disability; because of that, she puts herself under constant pressure to push herself to her limits. Kinkedwing's highest talent is her amazing ability to leap like a bird, hence her prized warrior's suffix. Her tail, however, impairs her balance, leading to many scars and injuries from horribly painful crashes. The little she-cat refuses to admit her pain, instead choosing to suffer in silence for the sake of making herself seem strong. Self-worth is totally unknown to her, and she's lived her life in a pit of low self-esteem. She fights a constant battle against herself, but she always comes out on top.
Fallowpaw [ DiVosta ] --- ( March 20th, 2016 - August 10th, 2016 )
Wisdom is defined as the knowledge of what is true and and justification of action. Despite the three short seasons of life this exotic feline has lived, she contains the intelligence of a soul far ahead of her age. Uncanny beauty emanates from this quiet feline, much like light radiates from the sun. A charcoal bengal pattern laces a fawn-colored pelt, long limbs protruding from a delicate skeletal frame. Rounded ears and a sharply angled chin create a unique appearance, completed with astonishing pale sea-green eyes. For such a bright young she-cat, she has a dark and twisted history. Born to rogue parents Esteé and Sal, she was the runt of a litter of five. It was a brief glimmer of a happy life, until a fire claimed the lives of all but her. She fervently tried to revive her siblings, but no herb in the world could help them. It was then, standing over her deceased family, that Fallow decided to dedicate her life to the art of healing. Alone and hungry, young Fallow wandered into the embrace of Springclan, where the perfect opportunity to serve her purpose arose. She was chosen to become the new apprentice of medicine, a title that she holds with the utmost honor and sincerity. A permanent twinkle of wisdom dances in her eyes, one that can never be diminished.
Ashenpaw [ Ashenfate ] --- ( September 28th, 2016 - Janaury 11th, 2017 )
A cat with no belief in the stars. Imagine losing one of the most important things that has ever graced another's life. Ashenpaw lost something that could never be replaced, one of her sisters. Bluekit had grown very sick with greencough, and although Ashenpaw prayed to StarClan to keep Bluekit with her to make her better, it did not happen. That was when Ashenpaw decided that there was no StarClan, and all the cats who believed in such a thing were following nothing but a blind fairy tale. When the medicine cat apprentice position opened, Ashenpaw wanted this so that if her last sister were to fall ill, she could help her instead of praying to a non-existent afterlife. Once a she-cat with no care in the world and a free-going attitude, Ashenpaw changed into something else. No longer was this tabby grey she-cat full of life, but she had gotten a taste of the real world. Her green eyes no longer hold the shine they once held, and once adventurous, she is now very strict on her remaining sister Coconutpaw. All work and no play for her.
Rustypaw [ dualwielding ] --- ( February 20th, 2017 - April 7th, 2017 )
Such florescence and dominance cannot be hidden behind the creeping gray clouds, the moon shone intimidatingly on the land beneath it like that of the eye of the devil straight into the soul of the damned. Rustymoon is named after the moon that shows itself on a rare occurrence, the blood moon. He is the son of the former medicine cat of SpringClan, Amityaffliction, and the well known warrior among their visiting clans, Copperthroat. In looks, like many of his other siblings, he resembles his father a great deal with a dark auburn pelt, long ears and narrow muzzle. The special qualities he inherited from his mother were her beautiful purple eyes, tabby stripes and small stature. It's easy to say he took a personality from both sides, as well. Like his mother, it seems he can always make the best of a bad situation, while on the inside he is fighting to come to terms with the chronicles of his life. His mother taught him to hold a smile and keep an optimistic demeanor. However under his bright eyes, Rustymoon carries a somber attitude that is hidden in plain sight.
Celestialpaw [ Legend-Has-It ] --- ( June 9th, 2017 - September 18th, 2017 )
White as snow, long fur, with yellow eyes. Celestiallegend is a bit shy if not a bit awkward as well. She's kind and honest to a fault. Celestiallegend has no family and as a kit kept to herself mostly. She was more interested in exploring or trying to learn all about the herbs she'd seen the medicine cat give to the elders, wounded, and queens. She loves to learn, but won't hesitate to help other with anything. She's got great bedside manners too. Once you get past her shyness, she's a passionate she-cat who wants to be loved and make the clan proud as their medicine cat.
Whisperingpaw [ Comet.Foot ] --- ( September 18th, 2017 - February 21st, 2018 )
Also known as Whisp has the same long hair golden fur and yellow eyes as her father LionBreeze. Whisp like to make plans and be organized, which sometimes doesn't go in her favor especially when dealing with her best friends (her siblings).She get excited when she developed a plan or has organized something, so excited she has to show her parents. Whisp is devoted to her family and sometimes behaves as a parental figure or conscious of her siblings. Whisp has the most admiration for her mother hearing the stories of her life and the challenges she faced. Right before becoming an apprentice, her father LionStar (at the time) passed away from rabies, it broke her heart, however, she is glad that she is a medicine cat apprentice so she can see him again. Siblings MapleWish, TansyTone, and BarleyEyes.
Fawnpaw [ Spottedleaffan21 ] --- ( March, 16th 2018 - August 15th, 2018 )
Fawnheart is a soft and quiet fawn colored she-cat with bright amber eyes. Shes gentle and calm. For a young cat, shes full of wisdom and understanding. She has a heart of gold and respect for all living things.
Whitepaw [ Blue ] --- ( December 4th, 2018 - May 31, 2019 )
He’s lucky to have been born to a SpringClan cat, one of the few Clans that would’ve welcomed him and his heritage with open paws. He’s not as lucky to have been born to the specific SpringClan cat that he calls father. Strict and viciously loyal to the warrior code despite everything, the half-kittypet spawn he could call kin was an embarrassment. His father didn’t mean to fall for a kittypet, curiosity and foolish youth driving him to the Twolegplace again and again as he fell for a pretty Japanese Bobtail. It was only when she announced her pregnancy that he, obviously, was the father of that he realized he needed to stop. He convinced himself that his Clan wouldn't accept this half-blooded spawn, didn’t want his Clan to accept them, so he stopped visiting her. She gave birth to a trio of kits and, though her heart ached at her love’s absence, she loved her kits with everything she had. This is where Whitehawk came in. He was given the name Magic at birth with a brother named Houdini and a sister named Mischief. They were happy together for a while, but one day a strange Twoleg came with an unusual box. Dull green leaves were passed from one Twoleg to another and within minutes Mischief was gone. Magic and Houdini panicked, wondering where their sister had gone. Their mother eventually explained this was normal for kittypets, though she obviously was hurt by her daughter’s disappearance. She had hoped her kits would be different, that she’d be allowed to raise her precious children. All she had left of her love. Within a few days Houdini was the next to be taken. All that was left was her precious Magic. She decided she wanted to choose this kit’s fate. She wanted one of her children to follow in their father’s pawsteps, so in the middle of the night she found a pane of ice cracked open a fraction too wide and she slipped out, her little son following in her pawsteps. Magic tried to question what was going on, but his mother quieted him every time he spoke up. They needed to be silent if they wanted to get away. She followed the route she half-remembered from her love’s visits, vague directions that ultimately left her lost and wandering. Magic complained of the hunger hollowing both cats’ bellies. Eventually the complaints stopped, the young kit too weary and hungry to bother voicing either any more. She did everything she could to protect him and keep him strong enough to continue going, but she had no experience in the wild. Surviving off scraps and crowfood, she was the first to succumb, giving everything to her precious son. He was left with little more than names, the name of his father and the Clan he claimed to be a part of. Somehow their aimless wandering led them close to SpringClan, and after several days of surviving on the bare minimum, hardly a sunrise after his mother passed, he collapsed on the border. Clan cats found him, nursing him back to health as he blearily repeated the name of one of their own with no other context. It took him a while to recover, but when he eventually did he revealed how he knew the name. He was scorned by his father who had already began to suspect their relationship, the black-masked tomkit with his dark too-short tail achingly similar to his former love, but the majority decided to let him into their numbers. They couldn’t exactly send the orphaned kitten away, especially when half his blood came from this place, and so he joined as Whitekit. He spent the rest of his early moons in the nursery, learning the ways of the Clan through his incessant questions and insatiable curiosity. Everything had a solution to him no matter how impossible it seemed, and he would not rest until he found it. Mismatched eyes, one dull yellow and the other ice blue, often had an analytical glint in their depths, always searching for something else to learn about and figure out. Rest was for those who found the answers. Or those who were told by the queens that it was time to rest. He was a pretty manipulative kit as well. He would twist cats to sympathize with him, a task not too difficult with his background of a lost mother and uncaring father, though it was rarely entirely intentional. He would often get his way through this, though he tried not to let his way be malicious towards others. Only little things, like begging to be allowed to join in on a game or asking to be allowed just one piece of that juicy prey his denmate had claimed. He didn’t see any harm in it and never saw reason to abandon this habit even as he reached the age of an apprentice. He was hesitant to become a warrior, scared of the prospect of fighting another cat and risking life and limb every day for the Clan. He had never done well in kitten play-fights, never quite possessing the same eager enthusiasm in a game of mossball as his denmates that might indicate a good hunter. He wasn’t suited to being a warrior, but with a little bit of twisting and a lot of endless questions towards Flyingcolors, he found a different calling. That of a medicine cat. At first he was uncertain around the sometimes brutal injuries that would pass through the medicine den, but he eventually fell into the rhythm, his incessant curiosity and drive to find the answer to every problem aiding him as he learned to become a medicine cat as skilled as his mentor. It doesn’t bother him the few cats, his father among them, that may doubt the wisdom in taking on a half-kittypet as the future medicine cat. His blood doesn't effect his ability to mend wounds, doesn't hamper his empathy towards others and his knowledge of how to heal. He could never scorn the kittypet mother that gave her life so he could live the life of a Clan cat.
Etherealpaw [ Oceanix ] --- ( July 22, 2019 – August 12, 2019 )
Cotton white fur with highlights of apricot striping on his legs and tail. His face has rosy apricot blushing around his nose. His fur appears as soft and puffy as a cloud. He is the eldest of four younger sisters. Being the eldest he has taken the role of becoming the maternal figure that is missing from his sisters lives. After the death of his mother Whimsicalmelody and uncle Paintedturtle, his father Elfinsight became distant from them and after awhile vanished. He is a soft, gentle, and maternal tom that tries to keep the harmony and peace among his family members. While he isn't a rule breaker like his siblings, he does right and fly under the radar and skirt the rules as much as he can. He also tries to avoid conflict at all cost. He loves knowledge and loves learning random facts and details about things, but when it comes to his work he gets lazy.
Softpelt [ Jetclaw ] --- ( August 12, 2019 - October 1, 2020 )
Softpelt has grown used to shifting with the times, though she hopes to once again let herself take root in the place she called home before. She's a soft kind cat, her kittypet roots clear in her fluffy white appearance and demeanor. She wound up in FallClan for a time upon seeing their struggle without a medicine cat. Given her caring nature, and her passing familiarity with herbs Softpelt took up the position of medicine cat to help these cats. However, when she sensed the tensions getting too high in FallClan, and Inksplash felt spurned by the cat she was falling for, Softpelt and her daughter decided it was time to return home to SpringClan. Her greatest strength is handling kits, having mothered and served as a teacher to kits before. Her blue eyes are soft and welcoming to anyone.
Sakurapaw [ shadow ] --- ( March 22, 2021 - date )
A white she-cat with a black patch over one eye, black front toes, and soft heterochromic eyes of soft albino pink and lilac, she is the daughter of Zengarden and Septariadragon, named for the beautiful cherry blossoms of Zengarden's youth. Gifted with the hope that she will embody the meaning of the sakura – to bring about a time of renewal and optimism, to remind all of the transience of life – she is a gentle but at times ferocious she-cat who can be demure and captivating in her charm, or quick-witted and sharp when prompted / taunted.
Timelesspaw [ lavellan ] --- ( December 14, 2021 - current )
A name carries a lot of weight to some, especially so when it’s one to honor another. On the other paw, how do you live up to a name when you never knew the original holder? Originally, to Timelessflutter, it was a constant battle of trying to balance herself with the image of her great grandfather, Timefragment. She was told she was strong, just like him, and so she believed that she had to build herself around that memory that others had given her. She wanted to make her mother, Amarathinecloud, happy. She wanted to make her uncle, Etheralfire, proud of her. She just cared too much, which is exactly why the act didn’t last long. There was something that her uncle had never told her, and rightly so. She was the last born, and although she was born healthy and strong, her birth had caused complications for her mother. Soon after Timelessflutter and her siblings had been born, Amaranthinecloud had deteriorated. She was unable to play with them, and the memory of her mother wailing in pain every night had been ingrained in Timelessflutter’s memory. She was unable to help, unable to do anything as she watched her mother grow thinner and stop eating. It was almost a blessing when she had finally passed, just a few moons after their birth. This was all due to the deadly heart condition that was inherited from Timefragment, and a trait that Timelessflutter had unknowingly inherited herself. No one would ever be able to guess about her condition, however. Sure, she occasionally is at a loss of breath when she moves too much, and her chest sometimes has a dull pain after pushing herself, but doesn’t that happen to everyone? There’s still the fact that she can run for a long time before fatigue hits her, and that she can carry more than the average cat her age. She’s strong, after all. This heart condition isn’t the only thing that she had inherited from her mother. Just like Amaranthinecloud, Timelessflutter has the appearance and build of a Turkish Van. Despite her long legs, she’s not the towering height that you would expect. Her pelt is a more smoky version of her mother’s calico, and her eyes are a soft honey color.
