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Post by Meteorstar on Feb 7, 2017 0:54:27 GMT -5
Characters Pumpkin's Characters
[ Darkstar ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Mockingjay ] A dark gray tom with deep amber eyes. He has black stripes along his tail and ears, and black paws. He is also muscular. He is kind, although wary at first. He doesn't always trust other cats, but his friend Spottedfang helps him in times. He was born to be a leader, as he is also a descendant of Wolf. He is caring to others and shows mercy.
[ Angelwing ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Mockingjay ] A black-furred she-cat with white spots on her back, and her eyes are a pure light blue. She has small scars running up and down her back. Her fur tends to be at a short length. Her paws are white tipped, as if she was walking on clouds. Angel is a bit shy, yet kind and caring towards others. The only reason she stayed a rouge was to please her sister, Willow, but now she's happy as a full fledged warrior of Wolfclan, with a side that Viperblaze is her trainer for now. She was always interested in clanlife, which was a main reason she joined Wolfclan, and has no problem being with others, besides the fact that she is a bit shy. She'll also help those in need. She's currently caught up in Willow's plan to overthrow Wolfclan and rule the forest. She's told Darkstar about it and joined Wolfclan to help them from her sister's wrath.
[ Badgerfang ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Mockingjay ] Badgerfang is black and white tom, mostly black. He has blazing, amber eyes. His tail tip and ear tips are white, as well as the white splotches over his body. His tail is short, but not too short. His body is large for his age, giving him an advantage in battle. His large size means his paws are large too, making his claws long and sharp. His fur is medium length and exremely soft. His teeth are unnaturally white, which is weird in a warrior cat. His muzzle is almost parallel with the top of his head, giving him a regal or royal look. He is quite the handsome and charming cat. Badgerfang is a curious, playful tom. He has a good sense of humor, always cracking a joke when he can. He is the complete opposite of being shy, and is very flirty. Badgerfang is very sly, and loves to pull harmless pranks, such as putting a beetle in your nest. He is an independent cat, not wanting to get help from any cat. He is very awake, and is more of a night hunter than a daytime cat. He loves to stay up late at night and sleep more during the day, and a lot of his clanmates hate that about him, but he finds a way to get around it. Badgerfang could live off of two hours of sleep, which most cats find very peculiar. He is a very loyal clanmate and friend, and would do anything for his clan and/or best friends.
[ Ebonypaw ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Mockingjay ] Ebonypaw is a lithe black she-cat with soft short fur, similar to her mother's. She has a small white mark on her forehead. A small scar decorates her lower back leg, as it was a "reward" with a fight between an older kit when she was still in the Nursery. She has bright green eyes.//Always happy and joyful, Ebonypaw seems to be the cat to cheer you up when you're down. She loves to make other's happy, even when deep down inside, she's not as happy as she tends to make herself seem. She's secretly devastated from her father's death, and vows to destroy the rouge population from Wolfclan territory, even if it cost her own life, or the life of others.//She'd love to have a mate, if he'd understand her 'secret'. Also, kits would one day be nice.//Her mother is Echodance and brother is Viperpaw. Mentor is Timberfall.//MJ/
[ Viperpaw ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Mockingjay ] Viperpaw is a dark brown tom with black tabby stripes. He has black tipped ears, black paws, and black tipped tail. His whiskers tend to be a bit longer than a normal cats, and his canine teeth tend to be sharper, as well. He has a white underbelly.//Sometimes quiet and thoughtful, Viperpaw tends to be one of the cats that can be a great learner. He obeys any command by those older than he, and is usually kind. Only those rude or self-conceded will make him annoyed and snap. He wants to be one of the best warriors he can be. Slightly ambitious, as he wants to one day be deputy, or even leader. //One day, he wants a mate, as well kits. He will treat them with respect and love them until his last breath, and even beyond that.//His mother is Echodance, and his sister is Ebonypaw. His mentor is Oakpelt.//MJ/
[ Echodance ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Mockingjay ] Echodance is a light gray tabby she-cat with black tipped ears, paws, and tail-tip. She has circular and straight tabby marks throughout her short, soft fur. Her baby blue eyes tend to be a dull pale color now, because as she was in a battle with some rouges, the vicious tom scratched her across her face, creating the loss of her eyesight, as well as causing her to have a few claw-shaped scars run across her face. As a blind cat, she's always self-conscious of her disability. Besides that, though, she's a loving she-cat who loves her clan like family. She's also very caring and is empathetic towards most other cats, and even animals. She loves her kits with all her heart. Before she was blinded, she was a great warrior of Wolfclan. She loved to hunt, as it was one of her many talents. Her hearing has increased because of her blindness, so she's able to hear quite well now. Her original mate happened to be a rogue out in Wolfclan territory who, before the fight, was going to join Wolfclan and raise their kits together with her. Unfortunately, he was killed in the rogue fight involving him, Echodance, some of the other Wolfclan warriors, and the other rogues of the forest. She keeps saying she'll never find anyone else to love as much as she loved him, but she can't be too certain. Her kits are Ebonypaw and Viperpaw.
[ Spottedfang ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Mockingjay ] A light tortoiseshell she-cat with light green eyes. She has a small pink nose, and a long tail. She ahs a scar on her shoulder that reaches from the top of her shoulder to the bottom. She is caring and sensitive, always showing mercy to others. She trusts cats too soon, unfortunately, but if things go downhill, she's always prepared to fight. She is shy to others, yet when you get to know her, she can be really energetic and fun. She's always looking for friends. Her mate is Cloudfur. Empress's Characters
[ Creekshadow ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Creekshadow is a jet black tom. He has no markings, and his fur is short but very soft to the touch. He has soft, blue eyes. He has small scars marking his body, and a v-nicked ear. He has a large build, but isn't very muscular. He has some-what long legs, though not much longer than an average cat. His eyes seem to turn into a forever-burning fire when he's angry, but he usually has a smile on his face. He's not an easy cat to get mad, but when he is he is usually very mad. He can get snappy when annoyed, though, and he gets annoyed very easily. Even the loud chewing of a cat could get him annoyed. He is a caring tom and is a very loyal friend and clanmate. It's not easy to get this tom not to like you: he likes almost every cat. This tom is very outgoing, and rarely ever gets embarrassed. He also doesn't dwell on the past and always moves on from bad experiences. He is an almost always happy cat, and doesn't let anything bring him down. He is a very daring tom. He used to be a warrior, but Star clan had called him as a medicine cat. He denied it, which was the wrong choice. The medicine cat at the time had finally convinced him, and he became the Medicine cat apprentice and finally Medicine Cat. His forbidden mate is Tortoisefur.
[ Whispersong ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Whispersong is a silver tabby she-cat. Her tabby markings are more of a black than a darker silver, and her eyes are a piercing, icy blue. Her ear-tips, tail-tips, and paws are black. She has a v-nicked ear, but no other scars. Her fur is short but very soft to touch and fluffy, though she likes to keep it groomed sleek. She is very skinny, and her ribs poke out just a tiny bit. Her tail is long as well as her legs. She looks very graceful when leaping or running, and is a very pretty she-cat. She is a fast runner and a great fighter. She's not the best and hunting or swimming. She likes to climb and loves to run and race other cats. She has a mysterious personality, and is sort of secretive. She doesn't trust easily, and is hard to get. She isn't the happiest cat, though she tries to be when she's around other cats. When she's alone, she thinks about her bad past a lot and wishes she was a better cat. She usually keeps to herself and doesn't like being the center of attention. She is usually found in the shadows of camp, and won't talk to anyone unless they talk to her first. When she is talking to someone, she is very humorous and playful. She is usually calm and some-what lazy. She is very dangerous in battle, and has amazing fighting skills. She is usually fun to be around, but gets annoyed easily. Some days she is outgoing, but not a lot. She has an extreme soft spot for kits, and most definitely wants her own. She found her perfect mate, Oakpelt. Even though they haven't been mates long, she still loves him with all her heart. Her mate is Oakpelt.
[ Hiddenleaf ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] This she-cat is black white with a white patch over her left eye. She has forest-green eyes that seem to sparkle when she's happy. Most of her fur is black, with only a couple patches of white on her left eye, her paws, ear tips, and tail-tip. Her body is very skinny, and you can slightly see her ribs poking out. Her body itself is long, but her legs are shorter than normal. She is known to be short, and she is scared she'll be short all her life. Personality wise, a lot of cats call her a little an adorable kit, but she hates that. She is an obedient warrior, and a joy to be around. She is a very humorous cat. She is very brave, and would do anything a cat asked her to. She is very out-going and polite, and easy to make friends with. She is a cute she-cat, with a pretty face. But her muzzle is a little longer, but not too long. She's a very happy she-cat, and doesn't hold grudges. She is very good at hunting, but isn't good at fighting and doesn't like fighting. She is very calm when it comes to tense situations. She's a sweet she-cat, especially to her loved ones. She is very eager to become a warrior, and never wants to wait. Although she is happy all the time it seems, she is very impatient. She never wants to wait for anything. She easily becomes overly attached, and she is hurt a lot because of it. She has times where she can be really upset, but she tries to get over it as easily as possible. She is extremely loyal to her clan, the warrior code, and her friends. She always tries to cheer everyone up, but isn't very good at it. She has a kind-heart, and most say she one of the nicest and friendly cats they know. After not even a day, she fell head over heels for Rayclaw. It was love at first sight for her, and will always stay loyal to her caring mate. Her mate is Rayclaw.
[ Fallenrain ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Fallenrain is a blue-grey she-cat with black and silver dapples. Her silver dapples shine in the sunlight and moonlight, and her icy blue eyes always seem to be shining with happiness. She is large for her age, but she is very agile and stealthy. She may not have rippling muscles, but she is quite strong. She is a beautiful she-cat, except for here nose, which has a small, clean slice in it from playing around in thorns as a kit and a v-nicked ear from a battle with a fox. Fallenrain has a very happy, caring glow to her. Her eyes are almost always shining with happiness, and there is usually a smile on her pretty face. She always seems to make things into a less serious, funny matter. She doesn't like seeing any blood spilled, or any cat get hurt. She has an extreme soft spot for kits, and would definitely want her own. Even though she is outgoing and would be willing to talk to anyone, she has a seemingly secretive thought to her. She got her name because from the start, she was a very clumsy kit and is still very clumsy. She is a good fighter while her hunting skills need some work. She's very good at swimming and just like her huting skills, she needs to work on her climbing. She is very outgoing and would talk to any cat. Being very brave, she would also do anything a clan mate would tell her to do. She has a slight fear of bees, from a bad experience as an apprentice.
[ Brokenshadow ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Brokenshadow is a silver tom with darker tabby markings. He has slender legs, and a skinny tail. He is a skinny cat, and medium length fur. One of his back claws is broken, but it doesn't stop him from anything. He has foresty-green eyes, and his muzzle is a little longer than a normal cats. His ears are small, but he is a tall tom. He has a scar on his left shoulder blade. He is a caring tom, but only for cats in his clan. He would do anything for his clan. He can run pretty fast, so if you need a messengar cat, Brokenshadow would be a good choice. He is a good fighter and hunter, but can't climb trees and is oblivious to other cats' feelings. If a she-cat likes him, he will not know until she actually tells him. Because of this, he seems to be a rude, ignorant cat, but is actually very caring and loyal as a friend and clanmate. Brokenshadow is very flirtatious, and doesn't like to be serious. He always tries to turn things into a joke, but can be serious when it's really needed. He has a bad past. He was born a rogue, and he was his mothers favorite kit. His father had always hated him, for no reason known. His father loved his two siblings, but never liked him. His mother and father had fought a lot, and one day his mother killed her two siblings to prove a point to his father. Scared, he killed his father thinking that he would him next. His mother left, thinking he would kill her. He was found on the clan territory and brought in, named Brokenpaw because of his broken claw. Russetclaw is his loving mate, and surprisingly, he couldn't help but fall in love with her. His mate is Russetclaw.
[ Leopardclaw ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Leopardclaw looks exactly like a leopard; Golden fur with round, black spots. She has long, slender legs with black paws. Her ears and tail-tip are all black, also. She has menacing, blazing amber eyes. She is large and a little clumsy. Her tail is long, giving her good balance. She has a long muzzle and small ears.//Leopardclaw is very brave, but not very smart. She would battle a fox single-pawed, not caring or thinking if it's a good or bad idea. She is the fighting type, and think fighting is the answer to everything. She has a fear of growing close to any cat because of her past. She is very outgoing, but can be arrogant. She tends to brag a little too much, but doesn't realize it. Despite being arrogant, she loves to have fun. It's easy to become friends with this pretty she-cat. She used to be a rogue, and she grew a little too attached to her parents and siblings. Soon enough, they up and left her. She found the Wolfclan leader and he had decided to take her in, renaming her Leopardpaw. Finally, she finished her training and was named Leopardclaw. Ah, Leopardclaw. Not as loyal of a mate as you think. She cheated on Eagleclaw, and now has Eagleclaws and Coles kits. She doesn't really feel anything for Cole anymore, and hopes Eagleclaw will forgive her one day so they can be the two perfect mates they once were.
[ Adderstrike ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Adderstrike is a pure brown tom. He has glaring yellow eyes, that seem to be watching your every move. He has scar on his left hind leg and scars across his muzzle. He has very short fur that is very soft to touch. His ears fold in while he has long whiskers. He has a muscular build, and large muscles, and is a very strong tom. Adderstrike is a fierce, mean tom. He is nice to all his clan mates, but mean and rude to anyone outside his clan who might pose a threat. He would rather die for his clan than any other way. He is very strong willed, doing anything he sets his mind to. Adderstrike has a very rude personality, yes, but don't let that fool you. He has an extreme soft spot for kits, and wants some if his own one day. He is very outgoing and loves to talk. He will always stand up for what he believes in and will never back down from a challenge. He is very daring and would do almost anything a car asked him to. He is very fun to be around and loves having a good time and doesn't take much seriously. He tends to make a joke out of things that shouldn't be taken lightly. He can be serious at some points, but not a lot. There is almost always a smile on his face, but when in battle he will not stop for anything. He will not back down until his clan wins, and sometimes that is not a good thing. He thinks fighting is the only answer, and is some-what ignorant. He doesn't care about another cats opinion, only his, and he is oblivious that cats hate that about him.
[ Mistyfrost ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Mistyfrost is a pretty, silvery-grey she-cat. She has darker, almost black, tabby markings all over her body. Her tail is long, making herself look graceful when leaping or running. Her eyes are a piercing, icy blue, with darker blue rims on the outside. Her legs are long and thin, just like her tail, making it easy for her to run when in trouble, or having fun in a race. Mistyshadows muzzle is a little longer length, and her whole head seems to be larger in general. Her head is not to big for her body, though, as she is very tall. Mistyfrost has a very happy, caring glow to her. She always seems to make things into a less serious, funny matter. She doesn't like seeing any blood spilled, or any cat get hurt. She has an extreme soft spot for kits, and would definitely want her own. Even though she is outgoing and would be willing to talk to anyone, she has a seemingly secretive thought to her. She has a bad past, and tends to keep it to herself unless you are a very important cat to her.
[ Beechmist ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Beechmist is a grey she-cat with a blue tint to it. Her eyes are deep, cool pools of blue. She is a large cat, larger than most average sized warriors. Her tail is long and graceful. She is large because of her long, slender. legs. Her whiskers are long and her muzzle is a little longer than most. Her nose is a berry pink. She has green eyes with brighter flecks inside of them. Her fur is short, but very sleek and soft. She has a few, small scars scattered on her flanks and belly. She also has a v-nicked ear. She is a very outgoing she-cat. She doesn't care what any cat things of her. She is very caring and loving, but she is very brave and fierce in battle. She wants to be one of the best fighters in the forest, but that's probably not going to come true. Her fighting skills are good, but she isn't the largest or strongest cat. She is extremely loyal to her friends, family, and her clan. She tries to be happy all the time, but is easily annoyed, and tends to snap when she's annoyed. She has a fear of growing too attached, so it's hard to get this she-cat to like any tom, but when she does, it's hard to get her to not like you and is somewhat flirtatious. She is very active and doesn't like to sit or lie down for too long. She loves to run, and is very fast because of her long legs and tail. She has good balance also because of her long whiskers. She would rather die fighting for her clan than any other way.
[ Brooksplash ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Brooksplash is a silver she-cat with darker tabby markings. She has piercing, icy blue eyes. She is small for her age, and will probably always be small. She has small, short scars over the sides of her body. She got those scars from getting stuck in a thorn bush as a kit. Her fur is normal length, but extremely soft. Brooksplash is a beautiful, graceful she-cat. Most cats would say Brooksplash is the nicest cat they know. She is not easily angered and would help anyone who needs it. She is almost always happy, though she can brag every once and a while. Brooksplash is very intelligent and learns concepts quickly. With her slender legs, she is quick and agile. She loves to have fun and pull pranks on her friends. She can be a little flirty when she's around the tom she likes. She is very confident with herself. When she meets new people she can be shy, but when she's with her friends she tends to be very excited and energetic. She's very compassionate and has an extreme soft spot for kits. She is amazing at hunting but she needs help with fighting. Even though she's not very good, she is determined and fierce when she is in battle. She's not one to give up easily; She'll keep trying till she gets something right. Her mate is Lionroar.
[ Viperblaze ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Viperblaze, a very dark pelted tom. Fur with the color of a night with no stars; Black. This tom is extremely unique. His eyes are so hard not to stare at. They take on a violet color. Yes, a violet color. An extremely rare occurrence, but can happen. As he's matured, they're a violet-blue, but it's still.. unordinary, and they still take on a very, purpley color. He has a large, muscular build, with broad shoulders and powerful, large paws. His claws could leave deeper scars than a normal cats could, and they can make a cat shiver just by the look of them. This tom, is well, a professional one, yet not at the same time. He's a confusing soul, he is, but one worth talking and sharing a bond with. There are two sides to him; The grown-up side and the kit side. His grown-up side is very professional, all business. Organizing patrols, helping the leader, and giving advice. He's good at all that stuff, and would make a very good choice as deputy. But, at the same time, he has his kit side. A major flirt around she-cats, this tom is. It's almost as if he can't have a normal conversation with any she-cat. All he really does is flirt with them, and it's hard not to fall for his cheesy jokes and pick-up lines. He can make any she-cat laugh or smile by the way he's always complimenting them or telling them how beautiful they are. He makes she-cats fall for him, then just leave them in the dust. Be careful around him, or you may just fall for his deceiving smile and sly look in his eyes.
[ Joltshine ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Joltshine has a very unique pelt. Her body, head, and underbelly is all a light orange. The reason this is unique is because it has little to no tabby markings. The base of Joltshines tail is very fluffy. Around Joltshines neck is a white ring that is very large. This white is a little longer than the rest of her pelt, but not by much. There is a small lightening bolt shaped black spot in her left shoulder. She has long fur, but can usually keep it groomed down very well. Her ears are a little big for her head, but they actually look good on this she-cat. She can pick up soft sounds easily, and has keen hearing. Her body is very skinny, and she has long legs. In fact, she almost looks like a young apprentice. Cats tease her a lot for it, to, but she doesn't mind. Her tail is short, but not a nub either. It's just not as long as a normal cats' tail. Her nose is a bright, berry pink. Joltshine is a very enthusiastic cat. She can find a bright side to pretty much any situation. Other cats are just more happier around Joltshine because she can cheer anyone up with her good vibes. You can usually find her talking to someone, because she's very outgoing and will talk to anyone. But, the reason she's so outgoing is because she's oblivious to other cats' feelings. Unless you tell her, she'd have no idea if you want to talk to her or not. If you like her, you better tell her because otherwise she'd have no idea. Don't let her good vibes and enthusiasm fool you, though. In battle, she's as strong and fierce as any cat in the clan. She can hold her own, and doesn't use strength to win her battles. She uses her speed and quick attacks to win her battles. She also tends to dive into things head first, without thinking about it. While that is true, she can be a good quick thinker, so that usually can get her out of trouble. She's very active, and loves to be out on patrols or hunting. She's almost never found doing nothing, as she hates feeling like she could be doing something to help out the clan. She's always wanted to be leader, but at the same time wants a mate and kits, so whatever happens, happens. She's a very go with the flow kind of cat.
[ Snarlfang ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Anger. Hatred. Blood Thirsty. Those words are what describes everything about this tom. His pelt is a jet black, which just matches his fiery personality. The black fur is short and thin. Scars scatter his body, His left ear is only a shred of fur now, and his most noticeable scar reaches from the top of his left eye down to the other side of his nose. There is also a big scar on his underbelly, but it can not be seen unless he rolls onto his back. Everything about this tom is ugly, and every cat knows it. His tail is half the size of a normal cats, which happened in a fierce fight. His eyes are a dark, ugly yellow. He has fangs that are very big and sharp. He's very muscular, and also has very broad shoulders. He's a little short, but his legs are very thick with muscle.//It's very easy to guess what this toms personality is, just by his looks. This explains why most cats are too scared to talk to him. He's very battle hungry and mean. He has a very bad temper, and seems like he's mad all the time. He'll go off sometimes if anybody even talks to him. Some cats can barely look at him because of all his scars. Some cats even feel bad for him. Some say he has a soft and sweet side to him, but never shows it. This may be true, but it'll take a whole lot to get through his hard outer shell. Some cats have heard him say that he hates the clan and everyone in it, but in battle he's very protective of the clan and everyone, so it's unknown what he truly thinks. Every once in a while, he'll wish he had a better life and become sad, but that's extremely rare. Maybe one day, some cat will push hard enough to break that outer shell, and have kits one day. This would take a she-cat to really fall in love with him, and he's not sure that's possible. He's also very ambitious to become deputy and hopefully leader.//Most likely will never have a mate
[ Hailstorm ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Hailstorm is a silver tom with black ear tips. With muscular legs and broad shoulders, it's easy to see the power in this toms paws. His muscles ripple with every step he takes, and many cats are intimidated just by hearing his name. His eyes are a bright, happy green. With small ears, he doesn't have the best hearing. His left ear is deaf, and no one knows why. But, his scent sense is better than other cats', and this helps a lot in hunting and tracking. His fur is long, and this helps him swim. But, he's not as good as most Wolfclan cats because of his large build. He practices every day, and maybe one day he hopes to be as good as everyone else. Hailstorm, contradicting the name given to him, is a very kind and caring cat. He loves all his clan mates, and loves to form bonds with every cat. He's a very loved cat from almost every cat, because he's every outgoing and it's hard to hate him. It's hard to make him mad, but when you do, watch out. In battle, he's as strong as a badger and has excellent battle skills. He doesn't like to give up, and will fight till his last breath.
[ Howlingstorm ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Howlingstorm, a black tom with short, white stripes and patches. His pelt reminds you of a dark night, with a huge blizzard. The white patches and stripes are scattered randomly all over his body. His eyes also resemble a storm. They're a light green with darker flecks, and they give away all of his emotions with just a slight glint. His body is very large and muscular, with broad shoulders and short legs. It's easy to see the muscles ripple as he walks, and just the sight of him sends shivers down many cats' spines. His fur is medium length, and very thick, and he gets very hot in Greenleaf, but, he surely stays warm in leaf bare, so it's not all bad.|Howlingstorm, a perfect name for him. He can be the gentle sound of small raindrops, or the loud, howling of a fierce monsoon. He's usually a very calm cat, who loves to talk and laugh with his clan mates. But due to his short-temper, it's easy to set him off, hissing and spitting at you. When he's calm, he's one of the nicest cats you can meet. He'd do anything for any one of his clan mates, and loves to form bonds with all of them. But, when you get him angry, watch out. He's not afraid to claw any cat, either with words or his paws. He's insulted easily, so if you say something wrong he won't be afraid to call you out on it. He's always wanted kits, but he's also always wanted to be leader. His view on it, is that he'll just let Starclan choose for him. If he's meant to be leader, he'll let it happen. Howlingstorm can be a little.. blood-thirsty. He'll jump at the chance to battle the other clans, even if it was for something little.
[ Shadowflame ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Shadowflame, an intimidating tom indeed, even though his body is very skinny and lithe. With short, thin fur, it's hard for him to keep warm during leaf-bare. So, why would his prefix be -flame, you're wondering? Well, his amber eyes tell the whole story. When he's mad, they turn to a blazing fire of anger. He has many scars, each telling a different, unique story. Anyways, his tail is long, longer than a normal cats' tail. His muzzle is pointed, giving him a very sly look. And a sly cat he is. He's very good at sneaking, and loves pulling pranks on clan mates. If the clan was to do anything with sneaking, he'd be a good cat to take on the patrol. When he hunts, he's swift and silent. He's known as 'the bandit' of the clan, as it's not rare to find him stealing something from others. But when he's not doing anything of that nature, he is a very mean cat. He feels powerful by insulting and putting other cats down. He's a major flirt, but that's because he likes making she-cats fall for him, then just leave them like they were nothing. This makes him feel bigger than others. Some cats have learned to hate him, mostly toms though. He's always had his eye on being deputy, then leader.
[ Featherpaw ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Featherpaw is a silver she-cat. She has pretty, icy blue eyes. She has a long tail and long legs. In fact, all her body is long. She has ears the fold in just a tiny bit at the tips, and toms think it's cute. She has rosy red cheeks and medium-length fur. She has a small scar on her underbelly, and the fur won't grow back. She has small paws. She's really skinny, and her ribs poke out, no matter how much she eats. //Featherpaw is a gentle, caring she-cat. Most cats thinks she could have been Medicine Cat, but that position just wasn't for her. With her small paws, most would think she is very agile, but she can be clumsy and accident prone. She is lazy also, and isn't the first to wake up. She sleeps in a lot, and it makes her mentor mad. She picks up on concepts quickly though, and is very smart. She's a better fighter than hunter, but most would think the opposite. In battle, this she-cat is definitely a cat you'd want on your side. She is fierce and unforgiving, and takes it a little far sometimes. She's not a very good hunter, because her leap is usually off because of her small paws, but she can work on that. //Definitely wants a mate and kits.//Tiny crush on Slatepaw//
[ Echopaw ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Echopaw is an all black she-cat with yellow eyes, a lot like her brothers. I should probably mention her underbelly, which is covered in a soft, dark grey. Her fur is short but thick. Her body shape resembles a lot of his brother; Skinny, long legs/tail, large paws, and a pointed muzzle that is parallel to the top of her head. She looks a lot more matured, though, just by the look of her face. She does have a pretty face, in fact, so you could call her a pretty she-cat, because, well, she is.//There isn't much left to say about her looks, so let's start on her personality, shall we? She doesn't act much like her brother. They do share the quality of being outgoing. She isn't afraid of leading groups or speaking in front of anyone, because she isn't scared of public speaking. In fact, she kind of enjoys it. Don't get me wrong, this cat has a weird fear of climbing. This doesn't really matter much, there isn't many trees in the territory, but she would rather run away from, say, a dog than climb a tree. This means her strength is mainly fighting. She is a little better than her brother, Ashpaw. Like her brother, she uses speed to her advantage. She can be a little mood swingy at times, but she is mainly a very happy she-cat, though she can be a little demanding. She loves to play around, but knows to act mature around warriors and the leader. She likes to pull pranks on her friends, so watch out! She is definitely a friend you'd love to have; She is extremely loyal and gives great advice. She's not only loyal to her friends, but to the clan and especially the Warrior Code. She is there for anyone who needs her, so if you need help with just about anything, Echokit would be the cat you should look for.//N/A//Wolf the Traveler xD//ωнιѕρєяѕσηg/
[ Ashpaw ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Ashpaw.. where to start? His fur is an ashy grey, with a tint of black to it. He has lighter grey flecks scattered across his body. His muzzle is slightly pointed, and it is almost parallel with the top of his head. This gives a sort of regal, or royal, look. His ears fold in at the very tips, but only a little bit. This adds to his cute kit looks, even though he is an aging apprentice. His fur is medium-length and thick enough to keep him warm during Wolfclans Leaf-Bare. He has a long, bushy tail. His gaze is a sunny yellow, and they can pierce you with a sharp look. His paws are a little too big for his legs and body. His ears are small, but that doesn't impair his hearing at all. He has very long whiskers, as well as very long legs. This tom is tall, but not very muscular. Like his sister, he is very skinny. //This tom is extrremely out going. If he feels like talking to someone, he'll do just that. He is very challenging and daring. He doesn't necessarily think he's better than everyone at everything, he just doesn't believe it until he sees it. He is very flirtatious, but he doesn't really have a crush on anyone. He'll flirt with any she-cat, even one he just likes as a friend. He is very nice and doesn't make enemies very easily. He treats you how you treat him; If you're mean to him, he'll be mean to you. If you're nice to him, he'll be nice to you. He is very impatient, and he always complains about not being a warrior fast enough. He is always eager to prove himself and picks up on concepts easily. His strengths include fighting and tracking. When fighting, he uses speed to his advantage. He was practically built for speed. He has a strong nose and is good at tracking, even through the snow most of the time. As said before, his paws are too big for his body and legs so he tends to be clumsy when hunting, which explains why he is bad at it.//N/A//N/A//ωнιѕρєяѕσηg/
[ Thunderpaw ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Caution ] Thunderpaw is a dark ginger, almost russet, tom with darker tabby markings. His eyes are a yellow which give away his every thought. There is really nothing special about his appearance, except maybe his left ear, which is v-nicked. His body is large and muscular, with big paws and large claws. His personality ranges from the low rumble of thunder, to loud, crash of lightning. He is usually a good tom, following orders, doing as he's told. But, once you make him mad, he'll probably never listen to you again. Well, until he's not angry anymore, that is. He's very ambitious, and would do anything in his power to become leader. He does show some leader qualities, but, he'd also probably lead the clan into battle with the flick of a tail. He's blood-thirsty and battle hungry, and this is why he wouldn't make a good leader. But, he will never give up the thought of becoming deputy and leader, and becoming the most powerful and strong leader the clans ever seen. He's always talking about it, and how 'good' of a leader he'd make. Deep inside, he doesn't really care for the clan as much as he says he does. He's not looking for a mate, but he can't really control it. If he falls in love, he falls in love. And when this does happen, he'll become extremely protective of her. That's how this tom is; protective of the ones he loves.//N/A Meteor's Characters
[ Oakpelt ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Oakpelt is one of the tallest warriors of WolfClan, and easily towers over many of his Clanmates. He is tall enough to where most of his Clanmates have to tilt their heads back just so they can meet his gaze when they are having a conversation with him. Oakpelt is loaded with strong, smooth muscles that ripple under his pelt when he moves. They are supported by his broad, powerful shoulders, and are even present in his long tail, which is thick with muscle as well. He uses this thick tail in battle sometimes, hitting cats in the face with it. He has large paws at the end of his long legs, with longer-than-usual, sharp, curved white claws, and his paw pads are rough and black. They are perfect for walking on stone with. His face is somewhat narrow, and his ears are huge, the left one being lightly torn. He used to be made fun of for how large his ears were. Long tufts of white fur stand at the tips of his ears, and the fur on the insides of his ears is longer than usual. His nose is black, as are his long, curly whiskers. He has a small scars all over his body, with a bigger, longer scar across his stomach. As you can see, Oakpelt is built for more defense and strength, so he is lacking when it comes to speed and agility. Oakpelt's fur is thick and long, and it is rather wavy. Not only is it wavy, but it is somewhat curly at the tips, and it sticks out at awkward angles, making it difficult to keep it nicely groomed. He does appear clean, however, no matter how poofy or tangled it can sometimes become. Oakpelt's base color is a rich, dark chocolaty-brown that has just the slightest of reddish tints to it, the tint being more obvious when light hits his pelt. He does have some other colors on him, however. His large ears are jet-black, and there are jet-black stripes that go down his tail. His back has one large jet-black splotch that covers it completely, and goes up the back of his neck just barely. The toes on his front paws are jet-black, and he has two black circles over his amber eyes. He has a white jaw, white 'socks' on his hind paws, and a white tail-tip, all of which stand out against the rest of his dark fur. There is also a white patch of fur on his chest that almost has the shape of a tree, which is how he earned the prefix of his name, 'oak'. This dark pelt of his has aided him in night hunting, which is the kind of hunting he is best at. Oakpelt's eyes are dark golden-amber, and they hold warmth and knowledge within their depths. They sometimes appear to get brighter or darker with his moods. He has darker rings of color that go around his pupils, and they have slightly brighter flecks around the edges of the irises. It has been mentioned that, in battle, Oakpelt's eyes blaze like fire, and they are terrifying to look into. Oakpelt has always had a bit of trouble expressing his emotions, something that he is trying hard to work on. He can often come out looking somewhat apathetic, or uninterested, but this is not the case. This inability to express himself very well leads others to guess for themselves at how he is feeling, or what he is thinking. Only a few cats are close enough with Oakpelt to be able to guess what is going on in this deputy's head, including his mate, Whispersong, their kits, and the leader, Darkstar. Oakpelt has always been thoughtful and observant, and not the kind of tom to rush into thinks without thinking the situation over first. He tries to know everything important that is going on within his Clan, and despite his lack of social skills, tries his best to converse with his Clanmates to get to know them better. This is a sign of improvement from before he was chosen by Darkstar to be deputy, back when he tried his best to avoid conversation. Ever since the moment WolfClan took him in, he has always been a loyal warrior. This loyalty has never wavered, and it makes him strive to be the best he can be for his Clan. He is head-strong sometimes, but only when he knows - or at least thinks - that whatever he is supporting is correct or right. He doesn't get angry easily, and actually keeps his cool better than most other warriors, but it isn't impossible to tick him off. Something not a lot of cats know is that he can hold grudges rather easily, and if someone betrays him or his Clan, it is very hard - sometimes impossible - for him to ever forgive the cat or cats who did so. He is a very proud mate and father, and his family are the only cats that he can really open up to with ease. His deputy duties keep him from spending as much time as he would like to with them, so when he is able to spend some time with them, he tries to make up for all the time he has missed. Oakpelt was not born in the Clan, and has no WolfClan blood whatsoever. Instead, he was born far away from the forest that WolfClan makes it's home in, in a large, harsh twolegplace with little prey to offer. He was a runt born to a single mother with three sisters and two brothers, all larger than him. Oakpelt was not only the runt of his litter, but when he was born, he wasn't perfectly healthy, either. He had little hope for surviving to the end of the week. Knowing this, his mother made an agonizing decision to leave him behind, as she believed the survival of her healthy kits mattered more than the survival of one sickly kit. After two days of waiting to see if he'd recover on his own, she left him alone in the alley he was born in and, with the help of a nearby stray that would later become her new mate, left with the rest of her kits. Oakpelt, however, had something very lucky happen to him. A passing she-cat, who had just lost her own litter, found him mewling and coughing in the alleyway, felt deeply for the poor little tom, so she took him to her own makeshift nest near the edge of the twolegplace. Unlike Oakpelt's mother, the she-cat had a talent and knowledge of herbs, and the access to them, so she was able to nurse Oakpelt to good health. As he grew, the she-cat taught Oakpelt the basics of surviving in the city, and hunting in both forest and alleyways. This teaching did not last long, however. By the time that Oakpelt was six moons old, the she-cat told him that she had to leave him. She was growing old, which was a reason she had lost her litter beforehand - she had been too old to have kits. She knew she didn't have too much time left to be in the world, and she wanted him to live his life to the fullest without having to worry about her. So, against his protests, the she-cat went to find a quiet place to live out the rest of her days, leaving him alone once more. Just a week later, rogues that had passed through WolfClan territory came by where he was living temporarily, and they told stories of how the Clan worked. Amazed, Oakpelt traveled to get to the forest, wanting to see the legendary WolfClan for himself. It took him a moon, but he finally reached this other forest. He arrived just in time to save an apprentice from being attacked by a dog, scaring the bigger beast away with skills that he had learned in Twolegplace. The leader at the time, Mossstar, questioned why he was on their territory once warriors took him to see her, and he explained how he had wanted to see WolfClan, and maybe even join them. Mossstar must have seen some sort of potential in the young tom, for she let him in. Some cats often questioned his loyalty and worth, but Oakpelt did not let this deter him, and he eventually proved himself to be an utterly loyal, brave and valued warrior of WolfClan. Moons after becoming warrior, Darkstar, the current leader, made him his deputy, and he became the very proud and loving mate of Whispersong, having five beautiful kits with her. His mate is Whispersong.
[ Tortoisefur ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] At first glance, many cats might mistake Tortoisefur's fur to be long, but this is incorrect. It is actually medium in length, though it does lean more towards being long than it does towards being short. The reason it looks so long is because it is actually rather thick, and has a lot of fluff to it. It had a bit of a waviness to it as well, to where her pelt ripples when she walks. It is soft to the touch, and, while she often tries to keep her pelt clean, small remains of shredded herbs can often get stuck in her fur. Most of Tortoisefur's pelt is a pale, pure white color, like freshly fallen snow that has not yet been tampered with. This whiteness in her pelt her looks even lighter in color when the sun hits it just right. She has pale silver 'socks' on each of her long legs, and the end half of her tail is silver as well. She has a silver splotch on her back that, in the front, lightly goes down to cover her shoulders as well. Within the silver splotch on her back is a black splotch, black as a night of the new moon with no stars in the sky. This same color of black is on her toes on her hind paws, and she has black flecks across her chest and sides. She has silver streaks, almost like tabby markings, coming from the corners of her eyes. She has long tufts of black fur at the tips of her ears.The color of Totoisefur's eyes could be compared to the deep blue of the ocean; they are vibrant in color, and they can change with her moods, looking brighter and dazzling when she is happy, and darker, or even more greyish, when she is unhappy. They also reflect easier than other cat's. It is easy to see Tortoisefur's moods through her eyes, because of this. Tortoisefur is not a tall she-cat, and stands a few inches shorter than most other cats in her Clan, even some of the younger ones. While she is short, she actually has a long, slender body that is flexible and agile, allowing her to move easily through undergrowth or between tight spaces. She has a very long, feathery tail that helps her keep her balance that she has practiced using while working with herbs, so that she can grab herbs with her tail and move them around. She has average-length legs with small, steady paws that are perfect for being a medicine cat. Her claws are long and curved, and her paw pads are soft. They would not be good for walking on stone for long. They are black and pink in color. Her face has soft features, and is somewhat narrow. She has a pale pink nose, and long, curly black and white whiskers. Her left ear has a nick in it, and she has a few tiny scars all over her body. Looking back at when Tortoisefur first joined the Clan to now, one can see that she has gained a lot of confidence. When she was younger, Tortoisefur was known to stutter and avoid eye contact, a sign of how nervous she was around other cats. She was afraid of making mistakes, and was too hard on herself when she made them - almost to the point of her being annoying. She didn't have much faith in herself, but at the same time, loved being a medicine cat, so she never quit. She was soft-spoken and didn't speak her mind most of the time, keeping her thoughts to herself. She was somewhat skittish and easy to startle, which made her the target of playful gets often. As the moons have gone by, however, under the guidance of her mentor, she has become more sure of herself. She can now speak almost clearly when she is talking with someone, and she has no problem meeting the eyes of a cat she is speaking with. When she makes a mistake, she still gets down about it, but she doesn't let it affect her work. She is confident in her abilities, now knowing what she is good at, and what she isn't. She has always been a gentle soul, a cat that would rather avoid violence than be a part of it. She thinks of the Clan as her adopted family, and would do everything she could possibly do for it, to an extent. She has always loved kits, and when she isn't busy, she spends time with them, giving the queens a break. She has a small hope to have her own one day, now that she is the forbidden mate of her former mentor, Creekshadow. Far from the forest that WolfClan makes it's camp in, there is a very large twolegplace with plenty of places for cats to live. In this twolegplace, there were two cat groups that reigned supreme in their respective areas, and they were known as The Hurricane Fighters and The Fierce Mambas. These two groups were well-known amongst the other twolegplace cats to be powerful fighters, talented city-prey hunters, and extremely loyal to their own groups. Not long before Tortoisefur was born, the leader of The Fierce Mambas, a cat named Champion, decided that his cats needed more territory, and began a war with The Hurricane Fighters, the rival group who they had previously been perfectly fine with. It was into the group The Fierce Mambas that Tortoisefur was born into, along with her brothers Fogheart and Stormstrike. Born into a time of war and tragedy, Tortoisefur stood out with her will to become a healer instead of a fighter, and she was sometimes ridiculed or looked down on for her choice. She did her best to focus on learning how to help other cats instead of hurt them, and she did become one of the best healers of her group, with so little time to learn, starting at the age of three moons. When she became seven moons old, after five long moons of bloodshed and loss, she helped Champion's daughter, Azureflame, convince the leader that his war had caused more than he had planned, and showed him the error of his ways. Pleased when Champion went to make peace with the leader of The Hurricane Fighters, Lionroar, she thought that the war would be over. But it wasn't. Lionroar killed Champion on the spot inside his camp, and ordered attacks to be made on The Fierce Mambas. Horrified, Tortoisefur was the one to convince Azureflame to disband the Fierce Mambas and get her to leave with some of the other Fierce Mambas, including herself and her siblings. They left to find a new home, and after a moon's travel, found WolfClan, where she followed the path of a medicine cat. She soon, however, fell in love with her mentor, Creekshadow, and they became forbidden mates. Her forbidden mate is Creekshadow.
[ Cloudfur ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Cloudfur is a large tom at the age of 30 moons old, with big fluffy paws and a short fluffy tail. He has a scar across his cheek and a torn left ear. His fur is long, fluffy and white, and he has a dark golden splotch on his forehead. He has dark blue eyes that stand out against his light fur. Cloudfur is like a frumpy, yet cuddly, teddy bear. Despite the annoyed-looking expression on his face most of the time, the rest of him just makes you want to run up and just cuddle him -- I wouldn't advise that, though. He, of course, is a faithful warrior to WolfClan, and always works his hardest for the sake of his Clan. However, if you are an outsider with a problem, watch out! He doesn't particularly mind rogues or kittypets being let into the Clan, he just doesn't like them when they are trespassing on WolfClan territory. He secretly has a soft spot for kits, but he opts not to show this. Cloudfur was born a Half-Clan warrior. Usually, this isn’t looked down upon too much in WolfClan, because there isn’t another Clan around to have forbidden kits with. . . but, in this case, it was bad. His mother was a kittypet, and his father almost did not bring him into the Clan. Unfortunately, when his father finally decided that WolfClan needed more, healthy kits, Cloudfur was then four moons old, and had already experienced the kittypet way of life. His Clanmates judged him for living so long with the twolegs, and thought that he would just be deadweight to them until he proved himself to them, while his three siblings that had come with him died throughout the seasons. The loss of his siblings devastated him, but he learned to live without them. His father spent time with him, but. . . well, not like a regular father would. When his father helped him train, whenever Cloudfur made a mistake, even if it was a small one, it was never, “Nice try son! You’ll get better!”. It was always, “That was horrible! You’re going to be an embarrassment to me if you don’t improve soon!” His father was never one for affection, and to this day Cloudfur has serious doubts as to if his father loved him. When his father died he tried harder to make more connections in the Clan. He became friends with, and fell in love, with Spottedfang. His mate is Spottedfang.
[ Rayclaw ] -- [ Male ] -- [ 29 Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Rayclaw is a long-legged, long-tailed and long-furred fiery orange-ginger tom with a white chest, a black striped tail, and black splotches around his eyes, which are a bright, sea-green color. He is 29 moons old. Rayclaw is just a big fluffy bundle of sunshine. He is almost always optimistic, cheerful, and helpful, never wanting to let a friend down and always wanting to lighten anyone's spirits. He has a huge sense of adventure that often gets him into a lot of trouble, and believes that every location, no matter what it is, has some good to it. However, when he is stressed or scared, he is defensive, snappy, and a little rude. Rayclaw used to be a kittypet. But he was no normal kittypet, not the boring kind that stays in their houses and eats twoleg food all day. No! His owner was a traveler. He adopted Rayclaw from a neighbor when his cat had kittens, and ever since he and Rayclaw had been inseparable. He was taken up a mountain, across the ocean, through the air on a plane, even to the desert - and this is where he got his sense of adventure. He has high endurance because of this, too, and knows how to live in several different weather conditions. However, one night at a resting area, his twoleg was having heart trouble, and unfortunately there were no hospitals or doctors offices nearby, and help did not come in time. Rayclaw had to watch other twolegs there put a blanket over his master when he no longer breathed. Struck with shock, Rayclaw ran from the resting area and into the forest quite far away. He grew hungry and was not able to hunt for himself, due to his never having had to hunt before and to his still-lingering shock and dismay. When he collapsed and did not think he could go on anymore, a warrior from WolfClan heading back to camp found him and decided to take him to the Camp. They fed him, got him to agree to join WolfClan, and taught him how to hunt and fight. He figured that his twoleg was in a better place now, on a new and exciting adventure, and that he'd just have to wait to see him again, and after he had this thought his spirits were uplifted so he acts like good old Rayclaw and not so depressed. His mate is Hiddenleaf.
[ Eagleclaw ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Eagleclaw is a large tom for his age, with a fair amount of muscles and a long, thick tail. Eagleclaw has a slightly short face and slightly curved ears, and has a few scars across his chest. He always walks with overconfidence, but is also always tense and ready for a fight, He has medium-short light brown fur with much darker legs, ears, a much darker back and much darker striped tail. His eyes are a misty yellow, bright and arrogance-filled. He has sharp teeth, startling white, and curved black claws. Rude and snarky, Eagleclaw is definitely not the nicest cat of WolfClan. In fact, he isn't the nicest cat at all. He is sarcastic, witty, and independent, and often tends to not care all that much about his Clanmates. He loves his sister dearly, her being the only family he has, and is overly protective of her, which often gets him into trouble. Eagleclaw was born to a rogue right outside of WolfClan territory and to a warrior who was planning to leave the Clan to travel with his mate. His mother did not produce enough milk to take care of them, so she let her mate take Eagleclaw and his sister Russetclaw to the WolfClan camp to be raised as warriors, knowing that where she and her mate was going might be too hard for Eagleclaw and Russetclaw to handle, no matter if they were grown up or not. Because of this Eagleclaw swore that if he ever got a mate, he'd be the best father he could be. As time passed, Eagleclaw became one of the better-known warriors, due to his attitude, and due to how hard he worked to keep his Clan fed, protected and happy. He soon fell for the warrior Leopardclaw, and they became mates. Sadly, Leopardclaw cheated on him only one time, and had Cole’s, and well as Eagleclaw’s, kits. He was heart-broken, and though he doesn’t know how to act around Leopardclaw anymore, not knowing if they are still mates or not, but he still loves her with all of his heart. His mate is Leopardclaw.
[ Batshriek ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Batshriek is a light grey tom with darker markings that make it look like Bionic is about to shatter, as if he were made of clay or glass. He has short fur, though his tail is rather feathery. His eyes are dark brown but look brighter in the sun. He is a sort of large, muscular-wise, tom with a couple scars across his pelt. Batshriek is quiet and calculative, and tries not to show much emotion. He is smart and thinks of every outcome before making a decision, though that doesn't mean it's always the best decision. Batshriek and his brother were born and taken care of in the forest by their mother. They had a sister in their litter, two older brothers and two older sisters from a different litter, and an uncle that came by to check on them often, since their father had never wanted kits and had left their mother to find a different mate who did not want kits. They had a happy little kithood, their big family travelling around and seeing the sights. Their older siblings and mother carried the kits until they were old enough to walk long distances their selves. When they were old enough to be on their own, the two brothers decided to go and look for a place that the family could just settle down in. They eventually found a city near a forest and Batshriek and Rockslide helped their family make their new home in an old abandoned park not far from the woods. They slept in the play tunnels near the window. What they did not know is other cats often used that place for shelter as well, and they did not like sharing, and that hunting in the city is like trying to find a toothpick in five haystacks. One night when Batshriek and Rockslide were out the rest of their family was attacked. When the brothers returned they found a lot of blood, but neither of the cat families were there. They tried looking for their mother, uncle and siblings, but to no avail. Broken-hearted and depressed, they had an even harder time hunting and even paying attention to things. Batshriek did not know one day that he was walking right into a gas station, and he was partially hit by a guy that was trying to leave. To this day he has an awkward gait. One night Batshriek and his brother accidentally stumbled into the camp of the Fierce Mambas and were attacked - which finally snapped them out of their moods, and pretty well, I might add. The old leader watched the brothers fight and noticed their fighting styles were not like those of the Hurricane Fighters, and believed they meant it when they said they hadn't been paying attention to where they were going. He stopped his cats from attacking them any further and leapt down, getting his medic to treat their wounds and offering them to stay with them. He said he could teach them how to hunt in the city, but they might have to fight. Batshriek disagreed immediately but Rockslide, proud of how he'd been complimented and wanting to learn, agreed to join them. The brothers had a heart-breaking goodbye before they parted ways. But Batshriek still had no clue what he was supposed to do to be able to catch prey here without it being fought over. Or how to catch it at all. So he went back to ask to join, said sorry for refusing at first, and the old leader accepted him warm-heartedly. Batshriek reunited with his brother and, surprisingly to him, made many good friends. He lost most of them, though, in the war, and that made him bitter and reluctant to make new companions. He was part of the patrol that left with Azureflame and joined WolfClan.
[ Rockslide ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Rockslide is a long-furred dark grey tom with dark brown eyes. He appears to have had a very fluffy tail cut off, but he never had a long tail. Being part Manx, his tail is short and hardly could be considered a tail. Rockslide is a quiet, grateful, and obedient tom. He is very polite and sweet, and somehow manages to not be hostile to anyone but a rogue. He is popular sometimes around she-cats but he is quite oblivious to their affections. A she-cat would have to be quite determined to get him to notice her feelings. He is loyal to his brother Batshriek, as well as his Clanmates, and would do almost anything for them all. His history is the same as Batshriek's, only he agreed to join the Fierce Mambas when he was offered to the first time.
[ Cheetahroar ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Cheetahroar is a long-furred bright golden tom with cheetah-like spots a shade darker than his base golden. He has a white underside that goes right to the end of his tail, and the toes on his front right paw and hind left paw are white as well. His eyes are a very bright and light, eerie yellow. Bouncy and funny but also protective and talented, Cheetahroar is the kind of cat that you would be able to trust with your life. He is very good with kits or any sort of baby animal, and tries to refrain from fighting, though he is okay at it. He loved the feeling he gets when he was able to treat a cat when he used to be a medic in his old gang, but now he finds the life of a warrior much more useful and appealing. Cheetahroar was the kittypet to a young girl in an orphanage. His mother had left him to be with a new mate that didn't particularly care bout him, as he reminded his mother of his father, and the tom didn't want his mother thinking about her former mate - just all about him. The girl who found him was ill and had found him as a kitten one day in the alley beside her orphanage. She got permission to bring him in since none of the other kids were allergic to cats, and the owner thought Cheetahroar would be a unique and helpful therapy cat once he was fed and taken care of. Cheetahroar indeed loved the children, but he got depressed as one by one they were taken to new homes and he never saw them again. He also grew sadder and sadder as he watched his favorite twoleg child, the ill girl, get worse and not get adopted. One day an ambulance took her on one of her particularly bad days and she never came back to the orphanage. The owner of the orphanage soon tried to take him to a shelter, since they were starting to get allergic children brought in, but he had heard of the place she was taking him to. This was not a no-kill shelter. So as soon as he was let free from his cage he escaped the hands of her and the staff of the shelter, and he bolted into the city. He had a problem, though - he had never had to hunt for himself. He'd always been fed. So when he could no longer go without food, exhausted from unsuccessfully hunting and no sleep, he collapsed. Good for him, he was found by Rollingpaw and Bullfrogclaw, who took him to their home and fed and watered him. They asked him to join them, and he reluctantly agreed, not wanting to be alone. He did not think the fighting life was for him so he became the co-medic with Rollingpaw. He was waiting on the sidelines to heal the cats in the Hurricane Fighters group one day when Rollingpaw came found him and told him the war was over, and hat she, Lionroar who was the leader of the group and a few others were leaving to find a new home. He went with them, and became a warrior of WolfClan when they stumbled across the territory and were accepted into the Clan.
[ Bullfrogclaw ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Bullfrog is a short-furred, dark reddish-brown tom with black paws and a black patch over his right eye. His eyes are dark green and seem to pierce into the depths of your soul when he looks at you. Somewhat rude and snarky, this tom doesn't care for much beside himself and his former fellow gangmates. He is heartless to rogues and kittypets, and hardly gets along with anyone in the Clan. He doesn't follow the warrior code all the time, for example he eats on hunting patrols, he could care less if a rogue or other sort of kit was in danger, and if there is a rogue that attacks him? Well, if that rogue doesn't escape in time, he won't have a problem killing it. All in all this is a nasty, cranky tom, who is pretty much an evil cat. There isn't much of a history to this cat besides saying he was a fighter in Lionroar's old gang who followed him to WolfClan.
[ Timberfall ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Timberfall is a tall, long-legged short-furred tom with many small scars all over him. His short-furred pelt is a dashing light golden-brown with darker patches within. He has faint tabby markings, a white chest, a white nose, a white jaw, and a white tail-tip. He has dark brown tufts at the tips of his ears and his eyes are piercing icy blue. He is muscular enough for his height, normal, and his tail is a tiny bit bushy, yet thick with muscle. Even for his slightly young age, Timberfall has the wisdom and patience of a senior warrior, or an elder. He is smart and kind, and is very knowledgeable when it comes to the cats of the Clan. He tends to be easily distracted, though, so he often loses his train of thought. He is a real sweetheart and cutie pie, and would be an excellent mate and father. He secretly wants to lead his Clan one day, but isn't some evil and ambitious cat. Just regularly ambitious. However, he knows that there are cats better suited to be deputy than him, so he's content to wait for his turn.
[ Rowanfur ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Rowanfur is a short-furred, dark brown tabby and Russian blue mixed tom. He has brown and bluish-grey patches all over him, and he has white toes and ear tips. His tail is white, black, brown and blue mixed, and his sides have difficult to draw designs of mackerel and classical tabby mixed stripes. His eyes are a bright minty green that stand out against his dark face. Rowanfur is sort of cranky and hard to get along with at some times, but at other times he can be a good, nice cat. He tends to not really care about others around him, though isn't oblivious, really. He is nice to those he cares about but anyone he doesn't he couldn't care less what happens to them or what they are doing unless it affects him in some way. He is somewhat of a flirt but does his best not to get too involved with any she-cat until he knows for sure that they are the one for him. He hasn't found 'the one for him' probably due to his crankiness and 'I don't give a mouse's tail' attitude, but maybe some she-cat will be able to show him there is more to life than being a cranky tom.
[ Pikefang ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Pikefang is a tall silver tom with darker grey legs, paws, tail, and a darker grey muzzle. His ears are black, he has black toes, a black tail-tip, and two black dots over each of his bright amber eyes. His fangs barely peek out from his mouth, and his muzzle is slightly more pointed than most cat's muzzles. Pikefang is sarcastic and sharp-tongued, but is definitely a nice tom. He is the kind of tom that genuinely likes anyone he meets, but if he dislikes you for any reason at all, there is almost nothing you can do to get him to change your mind about you. He is a smart tom, not very good at fighting or climbing but a good hunter, and is a great tracker and planner. He gets praise for the plans he makes, and this has gotten him to think somewhat highly of himself. He doesn't think so highly of himself that he brags and thinks he is better than everyone, since he knows he totally isn't, but if someone insults his tracking and planning skills he does get offended by it quite easily. He teases cats a little and loves to be the clown of the Clan, so to speak, when he has nothing else to do.
[ Chuck ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Chuck is a huge, short-furred dark brown tabby tom with very small patches of red fur scattered and mixed in around the brown. He has a white under side and his toes are also white. His tail is white striped and he has white ear tips. He has clear, blue-green eyes, and is the age of a warrior. Chuck is a go-with-the-flow kind of cat. He doesn't let too much get him down and just tries to make the best out of every situation. He works hard at what he is motivated for, but tends to be a bit lazy for anything else. Otherwise he is a polite, gentle tom that can be a good friend to anyone. Chuck doesn’t necessarily flirt, to be honest, but he likes to make sure that every she-cat in the Clan feels special, so his kindness can be mistaken for flirting, if you so wish to look at it that way. Chuck was a loner with his brothers and sisters after their mother disappeared and their aunt died. He was hunting when he was almost killed and eaten by a bear, but with the help of his siblings escaped the bear. Ever since then he has had a giant fear of even the word 'bear', and absolutely refuses to go anywhere that might have a bear. When his sister's neck was torn two moons later was the only real time anyone has ever seen him in a panic, and he felt guilty for having not gone with her when she was hunting. She helped him get over it, but he kept by her side often after the incident. When they came across WolfClan in their travels they wanted to join but everyone, especially Chuck, had their wariness about the Clan, so they've resolved to just stay away, but be of use at times. However, when Darkstar asked him and his siblings to join, he decided to go with his brother and sister, Cole and Chasta, to join WolfClan's ranks.
[ Cole ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Cole is a short-furred, very dark grey tabby tom with a silver underbelly, underjaw and silver ears. His eyes are light, sharp green. He is an average-sized tom with a long tail and torn ears from past scuffles he could not avoid. Quiet, serious, gentle and kind, Cole is the kind of cat that if he were human, he'd be an artist. He takes in every detail of a situation, and is extremely aware of other cats, taking in information and storing it in his mind without even knowing he's doing so. The only time he ever fights is if he or his family are in danger, and more often than not first tries to stop a fight before it happens. He never was and never will be interested in leading WolfClan, so he isn’t too ambitious. All he wants to be in a good warrior. He is open-minded and often creative. His history is the same as his siblings', Chalice, Chuck, Charity and Cutter's. He was raised as a loner by his mother and aunt respectfully, but after they died, he had to leave with his siblings to find a new home. When they first came across WolfClan, they were chased out of the territory. Cole didn’t care for WolfClan too much, but it wasn’t as if he hated them. Whenever his brother and sister, Chuck and Chalice, decided to leave their small group, he decided to go with them to keep them out of trouble. When he got to the WolfClan camp, he was greeted by several disapproving cats. One of them, Leopardclaw, wanted him to leave, but he decided to change her mind. . . which resulted in Leopardclaw becoming pregnant with his kits that night. He became the father to three kits, Echopaw, Ryepaw and Sloepaw, while the other three kits Leopardclaw had was her mate’s, Eagleclaw’s. He is currently just trying to be a good father and a good member of WolfClan.
[ Azureflame ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Azureflame is a short-furred, blue-grey tabby-Siamese mixed she-cat. Her tabby markings are black and classical-styled, she has a darker blue-grey muzzle than the rest of her, and her paws are darker. Azureflame's eyes are a dark blue color, and she is around 15 moons old, just a tiny bit younger. Azureflame really is a sweetheart deep down. She is generous, caring, observing and smart, and is a pretty good leader figure. It is only because of her past troubles that she is so down in the dumps. She has recently been overly cautious, especially now that she is in this new world, the Clan life, and is often very tired from watching out for her old cats. In a city far away, there were two major cat gangs - the Fierce Mambas and the Hurricane Fighters. At first they got along just fine, but when Azureflame's territory-hungry father became the leader of the Fierce Mambas, he led attacks on the Hurricane Fighters. He wasn't necessarily a bad cat - he wanted his cats to have more room to hunt, less boundaries. Unfortunately, he also like showing how powerful he was. So it was under his training and beliefs that Azureflame was raised with. The only thing that probably kept her from becoming power-hungry like her father was Azureflame's mother, who disliked the fighting but would do what her mate told her to do. Her mother was knowledgeable and kind, and she did anything to help the other cats of the Fierce Mambas. When Azureflame was 'old enough to fight' she was put into battle, and surprised many cats with her speed and skills. The fights turned to full-on war between the Fierce Mambas and the Hurricane Fighters, and it wasn't long before Azureflame's mother was killed in battle. Azureflame fought much harder then, being told by her father that the leader of the Hurricane Fighters had killed her. Which he had, but it had been an accident. But she started to see the pain the war was causing everyone, and made her father realize it too, which caused him to try and go make peace with the Hurricane Fighters. It didn't work and he was killed in the enemy camp. Azureflame took over as leader at the very young age of 8 moons old, but could not handle the fighting anymore. She took some of the other Fierce Mambas with her to the forest to escape the war, and this is where they found WolfClan.
[ Fogheart ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Fogheart is a medium-furred creamy colored tom with black splotches all over his body, except for on his face. Fogheart has dark, stony-grey eyes that stand out against the cream fur on his face. He is 17 moons old. Fogheart is extremely nervous around cats he does not know. Everyone gets a little nervous around strangers but Fogheart's fear is almost ridiculous. Once Fogheart was so frightened to meet his fighting teacher in The Fierce Mambas group he sort of curled into a ball and pretended no-one could see him. Of course, that was when he was still really young, but you get the picture. Once he gets to know you he'll open up and be quite funny, sweet, kind and a good problem-solver, though like his sister he stutters a bit. Fogheart was born into the Fierce Mambas with his sister Tortoisefur and his brother Stormpaw. He was what you could call the runt of the litter, but not runty enough to be left alone. He was small, delicate, and very skittish, which caused him to stay by his mother's side for almost all of his kithood. The other kits tried playing with him but he would just run away and hide, either making them feel insulted, or making them laugh at him. His mother was somewhat understanding, since he was so small, but even she got a little tired with his problem with fear. The strongest supporter he had was his sister since she was nervous like him, even though she didn't have it quite as bad as him. When he was old enough to learn how to fight he found out that even when he tried, he was no good at close combat, which he thought would disappoint his mother and father. It did, a little, and when they suggested he just give up and be a medic with his sister, it broke his heart. His mentor, however, noticed how good he was at watching cats first, from a distance or from close up, and how good he was at putting together little forts or such to keep others away from him. So he had Fogheart tell him some of his ideas, since Fogheart was sort of an inventor, and Fogheart slowly felt like he was needed when he told his mentor about all the things they could do to put up shields, set up traps, stuff like that. He became so good at this that he and his brother Stormpaw worked together to dominate and win battles against the Hurricane Fighters. When the old leader died he and his brother were furious. Though Fogheart didn't necessarily want to, his brother convinced him the Hurricane Fighters needed to pay, and they almost carried out a plan that would have killed many innocent cats. He was relieved when Azureflame told them to stop, and went to work setting up better defenses and just tricking the Hurricane Fighters patrols so they couldn't attack, or didn't think they could. He and his siblings left with Azureflame to WolfClan.
[ Stormstrike ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Stormstrike is a short-furred, dark grey tabby tom with darker legs, white toes on his front left paw, and a white tail-tip. His eyes are bright yellow, standing out against his fur. He is a bulky tom, long and thick-legged, with a ragged, scarred pelt and torn ears. Arrogant and kind of hotheaded, Stormstrike is the sort of cat that thinks he is a gift to the world. He is sarcastic, easily ticked off and often gets quite jealous when someone else is getting more attention than him. He is also the kind of cat that is always ready for a fight. However, he is extremely loyal to his friends, family and gang, and would do almost anything for them, so he isn't such a bad cat. Stormstrike was born into the Fierce Mambas as a strong, healthy and large kitten that always had to have an eye kept on him. Why, you might be thinking? Because he liked to escape and explore the dangerous city streets, bite dog ears and end up having to hide under a trash bin while his gangmate scared it off [ Rockslide still teases Stormstrike about this ] or tackle other kits and try brawling with them. Which is typical for a kit, yes, but this was Stormpaw. He was huge and had a good idea on how to fight by the time he was two and a half moons old. When he was old enough to learn how to fight, he was at the top of his training class-like group. He was fast despite his large size, learning to use his powerful legs to launch himself faster instead of making their bulkiness a problem to him. He had high endurance, quick reflexes, and never backed down - even though half of the time he probably really should have. However, he lacked the smarts to tell if he was going to be in a fight he could not win, or how to set up a good plan that would involve little fighting. But who did? His brother Fogheart. Together they set up so many traps and fighting positions the Hurricane Fighters almost had no chance. When their old leader went to make peace and was killed, Stormstrike and Fogheart started a plan that would ultimately kill off the Hurricane Fighters, Fogheart pretty reluctantly, but Azureflame told them to stop. Stormstrike agreed to, rather annoyed, but after he cooled down from the initial rage that his leader had died, he realized how many innocent cats he might have helped kill, and felt a little ashamed of himself. He and Fogheart only used their strength and smarts to defend their selves and their gang members from then on. He was part of the patrol that left with Azureflame and joined WolfClan.
[ Lionroar ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Lionroar is a large, long-furred dark golden tom with an even darker tail-tip, darker toes, a darker neck, and two white circles over his eyes. He is very muscular and is covered with small scars. Lionroar's eyes are light amber. Lionroar is a very smart and strong tom, yet one of the rare ones that are not arrogant and stuck-up. He is sweet and generous to his friends, but to anyone else he is cold-hearted and shows very little mercy in battle or practice, and also rarely helps cats he does not know. Just hope you are not this cat's enemy. He is much different from when he was younger, nice to everyone and only fighting if provoked, willing to help anyone who needed and deserved it. He was the newest leader of the Hurricane Fighters. As a kit he was abandoned by his mother, being the runt of his litter, and was left to die in an alley where a dog would find him, or some rats. Fortunately for him, the old leader of the Hurricane Fighters had been hunting nearby and found the little scrap of fur, and feeling sorry for it, took Lionroar back to the camp the Hurricane Fighters used and asked his mate to take care of him. Of course the leader's mate agreed, not being able to turn down such a cute, pitiful little kitten, and adopted him. The old leader took Lionroar under his wing when the young tom was old enough to learn how to fight, and he was surprised to see how much passion and accuracy with which Lionroar fought with. He was even more surprised to see how merciful Lionroar was, and found that a good trait for him. Many who were younger than him looked up to Lionroar and idolized him, and some who were older even gossiped that he'd be the next leader after the current. He was a good help during the war between the gangs, but when his adoptive father was killed in battle, the first thing he did was shut down. He blamed himself for not being there to help him, to save him. And he blamed the Fierce Mambas for their wrongdoing, of course. When he was elected leader he was caught totally off guard and almost turned down the position, but he did want revenge on the opposite group. . . so he accepted. That's when the war truly got bloody. Lionroar hated the loss of ranks in his group, and grieved when his adoptive mother was killed in one of the fights, but didn't stop. At some point the leader of the Fierce Mambas came and tried to make peace. Lionroar, for one thing, did not believe the old leader of the Fierce Mambas meant what he said he wanted. And two, that tom was the leader of the gang that had taken away his loved ones. So instead of agreeing on peace - which probably would have saved many more lives - he killed the Fierce Mamba leader on the spot and ordered several more attacks on the Fierce Mambas. After a few moons he saw how many mistakes he'd made and he ran with his adoptive siblings to a new home, where he encountered Azureflame, at the time Azurepaw, and her mentor Spottedfang on a walk, and decided to join and start his life anew. There he became fast friends with Brooksplash, then Brookpaw, and started having feelings for her. His mate is Brooksplash.
[ Rollingclouds ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Rollingclouds is a Roller is a short-furred silver tabby she-cat with splotches of white on her long tail, her shoulders, and under her eyes, which are dark green in color. Rollingclouds is a quiet, cunning and smart she-cat with a passion for healing the ill and wounded. She has started to care not only for cats who used to be in her own gang, but for the cats in the Clan, and cats she has never met, and helps anyone who she thinks needs it without asking questions first. This has gotten her into quite a bit of trouble but she still does this despite all the punishment she is given. Rollingclouds grew up with her two actual brothers and her adopted brother Lionroar in a safe little building they used for their camp until they were old enough to fight in the war going on between the Fierce Mambas and the Hurricane Fighters. She was the most excited out of the four of them, though she was no-where near as good as a fighter as Lionroar or Boarcharge. She was swift on her paws, though, and that is what counts. She was taught to deliver decisive blows while running around and back and forth into and out of the battles that went on. But after she killed a young cat that had been trying to retreat, not even fighting anymore, she felt a little sick with the battles and decided to heal the wounded in her group. She had help from the former kittypet Cheetahroar, but was still sent out to battle - she never killed again. When her father was murdered she, as well as Lionroar, went into a deep state of depression. She was the harder of the two to get out of it. She watched Lionroar become cruel, and watched her brother Boarcharge support him completely, and finally grew worried enough about the safety of all cats. At last her brother and adoptive brother snapped out of their cruel states of minds, and Lionroar quit being the leader of their gang. He, Rollingclouds and their brothers led Cheetahroar, Bullfrogclaw and Quarter out of the city and into the territory of WolfClan, where they were accepted into the powerful Clan. Since Tortoisepaw had arrived with cats from their former rival gang a moon earlier and had been accepted as a medicine cat apprentice, Rollingclouds had to be a warrior's apprentice.
[ Slidingslash ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Slidingslash is a long-furred, shiny black tom whose fur is soft to the touch with dark blue eyes. He has a white nose and a white tail-tip. Slidingslash really is a sweet-hearted tom. One time when he was hunting he found an injured mama mouse, and not being able to stand the thought of her dying while her babies needed her, he called for his brother Boarcharge and they took the mama and her babies to their sister, the medic of their gang. See? Sweet. He knows that sometime his kindness can get the better of him in a situation that might not require any kindness, especially because of when he saved the mama mouse, since his father had gotten upset with him for not just bringing the mice to eat all those moons ago. He is strong-willed and does his best to please his Clan, loving the new group he is a part of and is willing to die for WolfClan. He is hard to anger, but it isn't impossible, and when he is mad you'll know it. In battle he isn't as merciful, but he doesn't aim to leave scars on other cats. Born next to his brother and sister in the Hurricane Fighters, he was the leanest of his litter but longer and with better muscles. As he grew up he became a sort of runner for the Hurricane Fighters, not getting into very many fights unless he needed to save one of his gangmates before they were harmed. It was a good job for him, and his father was very proud of the young tom that was his son. Slidingslash and his father were very close to each other, and it devastated the tom when his father was killed. Even if he didn't go into a state of depression like his adoptive brother Lionroar or his blood sister Rollingclouds did, his runner work was beginning to dwindle in success. When Lionroar became the leader of the Hurricane Fighters he snapped out of his small funk and became the best runner the Hurricane Fighters had ever seen. He knew he had to, since Lionroar was out for blood at that time, with Boarcharge at his side. He was the one who helped Lionroar stop being so cruel, and was the first cat to say he'd follow the leader when he left.
[ Boarcharge ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Boarcharge is a short-furred black tom with two brown dots on his muzzle. His eyes are dark blue. Somewhat dull seeming, Boarcharge is actually quite dark minded and has a lot of hate stored up against anyone that has ever wronged him, even if they were not aware of wronging him. He has a lot of problems trusting people, which is why he hates WolfClan with a passion, but does as his adoptive brother tells him to do since he trusts the golden Lionroar so well. Since he has trouble liking people, it is much stranger that he has very large abandonment issues. Part of it may be because of the death of his father - whom he also hates - or might be because his brothers and sister are growing up and starting to go their separate ways in the Clan, and he hates it, even them a little, for it. He almost completely hates she-cats, but not because of anything they did - unless it's some specific she-cat he hates for some little 'wrongdoing'. He almost hates them because he can never do anything right around them, in his own eyes. He is a vicious fighter and a cunning tom, but tends to lose his cool often. He isn't very good at hunting. . . not good at hunting prey, anyway. He has no problem doing whatever he can to get to the top of any social chain he is in, which means that he could be pretty evil. . . haha, okay, he is evil.
[ Blackleg ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Blackleg is a massive, broad-shouldered tom who towers over most of the cats in WolfClan. Made mostly of muscle and bulk, Blackleg is not built for speed in any way. His legs are long but thick and mighty, and his paws are huge with long, curved claws that hook into his enemies so he can toss them aside. His tail is stubby with a scar going across the end, which was left behind from when he took a nasty fall and broke it in half, to where the bone was completely severed, and had to be cut off from the rest of the tail. He has thick, long scars across his flanks and hind legs, and has a scar across his right shoulder. He is a medium-furred, light grey tom with black flecks among his flanks that can hardly be seen because of his scars. His forelegs are black, his tail is striped and tipped black, and his front shoulders are black. His sharp, watchful eyes are an emerald green. // WIP
[ Oakfur ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Oakfur is a young, healthy tom who, due to not seeing many battles, doesn’t have all too many scars, except for a torn left ear and a long, thick scar across his left shoulder that sort of resembles an unfinished nine. Oakfur is considerably tall, though he is more slender and lithe than strong and corded with muscle. He has long, strong legs made for running and leaping, and his tail is long and wiry, which helps him keep his balance. He has a narrow face and huge ears that cats tend to make fun of, much to his displeasure. Oakfur is a short-furred, dark brown tom with slightly darker mackerel tabby stripes. His belly is caramel-golden colored, as are the toes on his forepaws, his lower jaw, and nose. His eyes are a bright, warm, cheerful and welcoming amber with faint, barely noticeable darker amber and light green flecks around his pupils. // WIP
[ Coldclaw ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Coldclaw’s appearance clearly supports the name that has been given to him. He almost always has either an apathetic expression or scowl plastered on his face, and he rarely smiles. Coleclaw is of average height, but has a noticeably longer body than most cats in his Clan do. His tail is long and very bushy, and is laced with small scars. His ears are torn, he has a scar across his nose, and his shoulder has a scar that was left by a burn rather than a set of claws or teeth. He has an extra toe on each paw, his claws are longer than other cats’, and are curved to sink down into his enemy or prey to leave painful marks behind. Coldclaw’s teeth are long and sharp, and hang out of his mouth a little. Part of Coldclaw’s fur is incredibly white, and looks even more pale than freshly fallen snow. He has pale blue-silver shoulders, forelegs, hind socks, ears, and a blue-silver striped tail. His nose is blue-silver, and his chest has a splash of black on it. His eyes are a pale blue, cold and icy, that seem to pierce into your soul and freeze you in place with fear. // WIP
[ Basstail ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Basstail is a newly made warrior that still has a lot to learn. He is still growing into his muscles and adult body, so sometimes Basstail can be rather clumsy, getting dust, moss, and leaves stuck in his pelt when he goes a tumblin’ through the forest. Though he isn’t particularly overly dirty, Basstail doesn’t spend all of his time focusing on his looks, so his fur can get tangled and ruffled for a couple of days before Basstail gives himself a good grooming. Basstail is tall and strong, but isn’t as big as other toms his age due to having been a rogue kit who was abandoned who didn’t get much nutrition. He still seems to be growing, the poor thing, probably due to him not growing as fast as other cats. His tail is long and feathery, and his ears are slightly curled back. His face is narrow and long, and his whiskers are longer than most cats’. Basstail’s fur is medium-short in length, but sticks out in thick tufts. He is mottled and dappled with murky brown, regular dark brown, light grey and dark ray flecks and splotches, and his eyes are light silvery-grey. // WIP
[ Bitternwing ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Bitternwing is a graceful young tom who stands tall and elegantly, with a confident set of his shoulders. His legs are long and fairly strong, but look much more slender and weak than they actually are. His tail is long and feathery, and seems to have more of a curling and twisting range than other cat tails do. His ears are large and have small tufts on them. He has a scar across his chest and hard, pale grey paw pads. Bitternwing is a pale brown-beige tom with darker, totally brown markings that go down his sides from the corners of his mouth. There are two same-colored brown stripes that go down his belly from his lower jaw, and are dark against his mostly white underside and chest. He has darker brown splotches and spots all around his upper body, but he has a bit of a huge black patch with brown spots and splotches on it on his back. He has black marks under his eyes, and his legs are white. The toes on his forepaws are dark brown, and the tufts on his ears are white. His eyes are pale blue with darker rings around his pupils. // WIP
[ Seabreeze ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Seabreeze is a slender young she-cat who is a natural born swimmer. She has long, powerful legs that are good for kicking and clawing with, and her tail is long and feathery that she has a good amount of control over, able to grab things with it. Her ears are tufted, and her claws are long and hooked. Her spine is criss-crossed scars with are all tiny, except for three jagged scars going across from her left shoulder down to the inside of her right leg. Silky smooth, sleek and soft, Seabreeze’s fur is medium-short in length, and it when it is dry, if she doesn’t smooth it down, it sticks out at odd angles. Her base color is a pale blue-grey that looks much bluer when the light hits it. Seabreeze has lighter and darker blue-grey flecks scattered across her back, shoulders, sides and flanks, and down the top half of her tail. Her toes are pure white on all paws, she has a white lower jaw, a white nose, a white striped and tipped tail, and a white splash on her chest. Her ears are dark blue-grey, and she has faintly lighter blue-grey splotches over her eyes. Her eyes are dark, solid sapphire blue, but they turn lighter, darker, and sometimes even look grey with her changing moods. // WIP
[ Slatepaw ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Slatepaw is a large, dark grey tom, short-furred, with a darker stripe that goes down his back and spreads into fine stripes when it reaches his tail. He has a lighter underside to him, and has black ears, black shoulders, and a black tail-tip. His eyes are dark blue and his paw pads are completely white. // Slatepaw is charming and very flirtatious. He will flirt with practically any she-cat, even if they already have a mate, though he does know that there is a limit, and he does not pass that line. He is a trickster and a prankster, and is also very competitive when it comes to training and fighting. He is a vicious fighter, and it is hard to follow the no killing part of the warrior code due to this. He has trouble forming friendships with cats that used to be or still are outside of his Clan, and is one of those cats that would be wary around half-Clan beings. He has a problem against mistreatment of his Clanmates so if you are an enemy, watch out. // He wants a mate and kits. He is sort of interested in Featherpaw, but is scared that if she doesn’t like him back, and he tells her so, it’ll ruin their friendship. // He was born and raised in the Clan. His parents died in an accident, and it devastated Slatepaw, but made him want to work harder to be a good warrior.
[ Shellpaw ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Shellpaw is a long-furred light grey tom with darker markings that makes him look like something that is cracking and about to fall to pieces. He has a black mask across his face and a black chest, tail tip, and forepaws. His eyes are soft baby blue, luring and charming, with darker rings inside. // Shellpaw doesn't show a lot of emotion, so that is all there really is to say. Shellpaw himself doesn't even know if he has any emotion, though he does adore his friends and family, and would do anything his Clan told him to do. // He doesn't know if he wants a mate and kits. // Shellpaw was born and raised in the Clan. His parent's death depressed him, and that is when some say he became so apathetic.
[ Palepaw ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Palepaw is a somewhat small, lightly colored cream-brown she-cat with darker brown classical tabby stripes. Her soft fur is slightly curly and definitely fluffy even though it is short, and her tail is light and feathery. Her ears have white tufts on them, she has white circles over her eyes, and she has white flecks across her back, her shoulders and her flank. Her toes are white. Her eyes are stormy grey with lighter flecks. // Palepaw is a nice she-cat with an okay sense of humor, but some cats just get right on her nerves pretty quickly. She is kind to everyone she meets, even to the cats that annoy her, unless they are evil or mean or an enemy or - well, you get the picture. She absolutely adores kits and wants some of her own one day, but doesn't like the idea of giving up her warrior duties to have them, so she doesn't know if she'll have more than one litter if she ever has any. // Wants a mate and kits. //
[ Ryepaw ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Ryepaw is a tiny kit, mainly undersized for her age, with tiny paws and a short, almost stubby, yet still fluffy, tail. Ryepaw has long fur that is very pale golden, silver and white, with black flecks across her flank and across her back. It is smooth most of the time, but when she gets flustered or frustrated, it poofs out and makes her look like a big ball of fluff. She has black tufts on the tips of her ears and light blue eyes. // Ryepaw is the kind of cat that prefers to sit back and watch others instead of participate. She isn’t a very big fan of fighting, in this respect, but if she has to, she will fight like a lion. She is good at observing things, and takes things to mind before she rushes in to a situation. She gets uncomfortable around strangers, and is quite shy, so she might be hard to approach, but if you become her friend, she’ll be loyal to you forever and always. // She wants them when she is older.
[ Sloepaw ] -- [ Male ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Sloepaw looks exactly like his father, Cole, excluding the scars. Sloekit is large for his age, but due to growing so fast, he is clumsy and awkward, not quite sure how to control himself anymore. He is short-furred, but the fur sticks out and looks sharp, like thistles. Sloekit is a very dark grey tabby tom with a silver underbelly, underjaw, and silver ears. His eyes are light, sharp green, with darker specks within their depths. // Sloekit is enthusiastic and loves to be in the know of things. He loves to meet new cats, and doesn’t really have any resentment towards cats that are Half-Clan or were not born in the Clan at all. He is adventurous, and often leads some of his siblings to trouble with his little journeys. He doesn’t seem to know when enough is enough, however, and can go a little far with teasing and playing. He wants to be the best warrior that he can possibly be, and can often be found stalking some of the warriors to see if they’ll teach him any moves. He is a sweet kit all in all, but like all kits, he has that mischievous and annoying streak to him. // He currently thinks she-cats are gross, but maybe when he is older, he’ll want a mate and kits.
[ Abalonepaw ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Abalonepaw is a regularly sized she-kit body-wise, but her ears and tails – yes, tails – are a little too large on her. Abalonepaw is a polycaudal cat, meaning she has two tails, one thicker than the other. She is long furred, which keeps her warm during Leaf-Bare. She is a grey and silver dappled tabby she-cat with white fur on the insides of her forelegs, white on her chest, and on her bottom jaw. She has light blue eyes. // Abalonepaw is optimistic and curious. She is the kind of kit that is ready to get up at any minute, any hour of the day or night, to do whatever it is someone needs her to do. She is very friendly to others, even strangers, and likes to give others the benefit of the doubt. The only thing is, Abalonekit is easily frightened, and is easily intimidated. She can be startled so much that she passes out on the spot, and she can be bullied into being compliant rather easily. She doesn’t think much of herself, because others make fun of her two tails, and her large ears, but she tries to be the best cat she can be. She hopes to become a good warrior of WolfClan someday, maybe even leader. // She wants to find someone to love, and she might want kits.
[ Kitepaw ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Kitepaw used to be one of the smallest, and definitely the poofiest, kits of the nursery. Now that Kitepaw is an apprentice, she is slowly starting to grow in to her fluff. Long-furred and slender, Kitepaw might be built more for agile and swift movements in battle than strength and defense. She is long-legged and long-tailed, her tail feathery and strong. Her ears are a little large on her, and her claws are slightly long and curved. Kitepaw is a pale grey, light brown and white splotched and dappled, with white ear tufts and a white tail-tip. Her lower jaw is white, and she has dark brown splotches over her eyes, shoulders, and she has dark brown toes. Her eyes are dark, warm and welcoming brown with green flecks around her pupils. // Kitepaw is an open and friendly she-cat. She is very curious, often willing to try new things at least once. Kitepaw can sometimes be a little too nosy, but trust me, she doesn't mean to be! She just likes to be in the know about things. She is nice to cats she knows and trusts, but is wary around strangers, and ignores cats that she doesn't particularly favor. She is smart and observing, and uses her wit rather than her strength to win a fight. She isn't good at swimming or fighting all that well, but is good with words and is good at hunting. // She doesn't mind looking, but has no crush yet. // She was born to Batshriek and Daisypool along with her brother Shadepaw, and has just recently become an apprentice. Her mentor is Beechmist.
[ Russetclaw ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Tall, lean and slim, Russetclaw isn't the strongest she-cat, but she is swift on her paws. Her tail is long and feathery, and her paws are small, though they contain sharp, curved black paws. Her fur is short and soft, a light reddish color with lighter and darker flecks. She looks friendly enough, but she is overly cautious, due to the fact that her brother starts fights often, so she might not completely open up to someone unless you give her time. . . and don't tick off her brother, of course. She has a strong belief in family loyalty and Clan loyalty, but can't help but see the good in anyone, even to enemies of the Clan. She tries to be as loyal as she can possibly be. She is much more open to others now that she has a mate, and now that Eagleclaw isn’t beating up anyone. Russetclaw is half-Clan, her father being an old warrior of WolfClan before he quit to be with his rogue mate. He left his kits in the camp before leaving, knowing they'd be well taken care of by the already nursing queens. He would have taken them with him and his mate, but his mate was not producing any milk, and it would have been hard to travel with two young kits anyway. She grew up to be a loyal warrior to WolfClan, and became mates with Brokenshadow. Her mate is Brokenshadow. Her brother is Eagleclaw.
[ Swallowwing ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Swallowing is a medium-furred, lean and slim reddish-brown tabby she-cat with a few silver patches and light greenish-blue eyes. She has a scar across her left shoulder and a very small scar under her right eye. Swallowwing is a quiet, contemplative she-cat that doesn't but into many situations. Though she isn't bad at it, she dislikes fighting, and she hates seeing her Clanmates in pain. She is a good hunter and tracker, though she absolutely has no skill in group fighting or climbing, or running far. She loves kittens and always volunteers to spend time with them rather than train or share tongues with cats her own age, because she sometimes stutters and doesn't want to make a fool of herself. She is actually very smart, but doesn't show it. If she makes a friend it is for life, and that cat will always have her there to support her. She is skittish around toms but doesn't fear them necessarily. Her mate was Flickerheart.
[ Chalice ] -- [ Female ] -- [ ? Moons Old ] -- [ Meteorstar ] Chalice is a slender, long-legged she-cat and has a scar across her neck. Chalice's fur is between medium and short, but is fluffy and soft to the touch. She is a light reddish-brown tabby she-cat with a white underside and part of the insides of her legs. She has two white spots over her eyes, and her toes on her forepaws are white. Her eyes are soft and caring, a baby blue color. Chalice is an easy to get along with cat with an optimistic view of things. She tries to see the good in every creature, and is often taken advantage of because of it. She is sort of the leader of her five siblings, and more of the motherly figure, despite never having had a mate and kits before. However, she cannot speak, so she is hard to understand at first until you get used to her signs. She can get frustrated when she is unable to help out, and cannot do her duties to the Clan. At a young age Chalice's mother went missing, and the she-cat that helped the kits' mother take care of them, their aunt, died when she gave birth to her own kits. Chalice and her siblings were old enough to know that without milk, the kittens would die soon, so they took the kittens to a nearby twoleg house and meowed and yowled until the twolegs came out to see what the ruckus was. The twolegs took the young kittens in. Chalice, her sister and brothers had hid in the bushes and watched the twolegs before, and knew that their cousins would be well taken care of. However, Chalice and her siblings decided that the house cat life was too boring for them, so they went off to live in the forest alone, and to travel and try and find their true home. Once while she was out hunting she encountered a rather not-so-friendly rogue that thought Chalice was a cat that had been stealing prey from everyone in the territory they were in, and didn't listen when she tried to explain that she was just a passerby. He ended up clawing her neck and leaving her for dead. Cutter and Chuck were the ones to find her, as well as a herb-knowing old she-cat that seemed to have lost her marbles a long time ago, and were just in time to save her life - minutes later, without treatment, she would have died. Later, when Chalice tried to speak, they found that she had lost her voice due to the injury, or maybe to the shock. As they travelled further, to another forest, they encountered WolfClan warriors and were chased out of the territory. They decided to stick around, though. They liked the warriors, they just didn't know if they should join or not. Chalice even became friends with Toirtoisefur, then Tortoisepaw, when they met while the medicine cat apprentice was gathering herbs. When the Clan started suspecting trouble with rogues, Tortoisefur took Darkstar to meet Chalice and her siblings, and Chalice and two of her brothers, Chuck and Cole, decided to join. Darkstar decided to become her mentor, and as they started training, Chalice began to fall for him. She is the age that a warrior should be, but she is learning the techniques of WolfClan before she is to become a full one. Her mate is Darkstar. Not included: Willow - Can't Find Her Form Kits - Some of the kits of the more recent couples. Some had forms that i cannot find, others didn't have forms at all. Flickerheart - Can't Find His Form
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