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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 0:25:29 GMT -5
Welcome
Not all who wander are lost.
We were nomads. Some were born into this life, while others joined to embrace their free spirit. We were all together regardless of our past. In this life, the past is simply that and only the present matters. That's how it was and how it would always be.
I was born into this life as my father before me and his father before him. I embraced the freedom of being rootless. The Tribe of Winding Paths was the only root I needed. We never stayed in one place for more than one leafbare; we'd settle into our new home at the beginning of greenleaf and come newleaf the preparations to leave began.
Then everything changed.
Several moons ago there was an avalanche in the mountain cave where we lived. We saved everyone we could but the snow fell too fast and trapped us inside, killing many- including our Queen and her son. The rest of us would have been killed too if it wasn't for a shecat who left the tribe to live near the ocean where she was born, who received a message for help from the Spirits and led a team of warriors from Lightningclan to rescue us.
They led us back to Lightningclan's home so we could rest and decide our next move. Our Queen and only Heir had been killed in the avalanche leaving the King, Owl, with no options. It was forbidden for him to take another mate and the Spirits never sent a sign proclaiming a new heir. After many days and much debate, we decided to leave behind our nomadic ways and settle down, agreeing to change our culture into that of a clan.
The transition has been hard on most of the members. Most don't believe in starclan yet, unwilling to abandon the idea of their own Spirits but others are open to the idea that, like the tribe, the Spirits have merged with the clans as well.
Sunclan prides themselves in their adaptability and resolution due to their nomadic history. They embrace the differences of each cat and value teamwork, trust, and loyalty. They use their knowledge of the world for the benefit of the clan and respect nature for it. ◆◆◆ History
Spider believed that everyone had a path to follow in life and there was no right or wrong way to get to the end of that path. He was taught this by his mother, Wind. Spider was her only son and she was his best friend. But as he grew older, he grew more and more restless. It wasn't until after Wind's death that Spider realized his destiny was beyond their humble little home so he left to see what else was out there. After days of traveling, Spider came across a small group of cats living in a cave. They were sick, weak, and hungry. He knew a few healing practices from his mother and was a good hunter so he stopped and helped them. One shecat died but the rest survived. After a harsh winter in the cave, the cats decided to join Spider on his travels. This was the start of the Tribe of Winding Paths. As time went on, more cats joined and eventually, some began having kits. They all worked to create the culture that still runs strong in the tribe today.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 0:25:59 GMT -5
Plots
"Smoke will shroud the clan in darkness until the great bird shakes the earth with his mighty screech because there is no song without silence and no peace without violence."
Shrouded Darkness - No Light No Light Bluesmoke has been in charge for five moons and there is still no glimmer of hope for the clan. Many of the clan cats have died or left. -Everyone-
Whispers in the Dark - The Dreams Rockshard, Silentpaw, and Owlstar have been receiving dreams regularly. In Silentpaw' dreams she is being choked by words. In Rockshard's his vision returns and disappears again over and over. In Owlstar's dream, he loses his hearing. None of them know the others are dreaming too. -Owlstar, Rockshard, Silentpaw-
Forbidden Love - Blended Family Raincloud an Gracklefur decided to have someone pretend to be the father of the kits. Raincloud chose Oakheart, who'd been a good friend of hers for quite some time. Oakheart realized a few moons ago he loves the kits like his own but now he's starting to have feelngs for Raincloud as well. -Gracklefur, Oakheart, Raincloud-
Flight or Fight Hailclan took Owlstar in after discovering him injured from a storm. Icestar, their leader, has offered Owlstar aid in ridding the clan of the rogues.
◆◆◆News 8/25/18- We're open! 9/1/18- Sunclan attended their first gathering. It was fun and mostly drama-free and the cats made new friends. (Greenleaf moon 2) 9/2/18- It is now Leaffall 9/8/18- A stranger came to camp, weak, sick, and pregnant. Owlstar has agreed to help her and sent her to the medicine den. He posted a guard because he thinks there's something off with the shecat. Page updated. 9/20/18- Crowface of Lightningclan joined Sunclan taking on the name Coalshadow. He hasn't told anyone where he's from and has already developed a friendship with Ferngrove. The elder Reed died of old age. 9/28/18- Cherrypaw was poisoned by Twist who wants to get rid of Gracklefur. She is threatened by the tom who knows she's up to no good and doesn't want him to ruin her plans. She is trying to turn the clan against him. Cherrypaw is ok thanks to Gracklefur's quick thinking. Owlstar ordered Gracklefur to clean up his den and get rid of all poisonous herbs as they're too dangerous to have in the clan. 9/29/18- Page updated. Larkpaw is the first apprentice to become a warrior since the Tribe became Sunclan. She has taken the name Larkfeather. 10/1/18- Owlstar lost a life and exiled Gracklefur even though he had little evidence against him. 10/4/18- Page Updated. Timeskip. Owlstar has received a second prophecy Owlstar has recieved but Twist has convinced him it isn't a prophecy and more the ramblings of a delusional cat. Grassyeyes was killed in the Dark Pines and Rockpaw was blinded and wounded but managed to get back to the clan. Cats are in disagreement- many are unsure about Owlstar's capability to continue leading. Three warriors were named: Hollowoak, Cherryleaf, and Featherflight. Rockpaw's ceremony has been delayed until he heals. 10/6/18- Twist had her kits! They are the first kits born into this new camp! 10/9/18- A tom came into camp with a body he claimed to be the killer's. Twist recognized the dead tom as her mate and fell apart, attacking the stranger. Owlstar broke up the fight, kicked the stranger out, and announced his plan to bring Gracklefur back. He also named Featherflight, Cherryleaf, and Hollowoak warriors. He went back to his den and ate prey that Twist had rubbed in lavender. 10/20/18- Raincloud is pregnant with Gracklefur's kits so now they have to figure out how to hide their relationship. Rockpaw met with the killer when he was out in the territory and was threatened with Cherryleaf's safety if he tells anyone about it. 10/21/18- The tom that claimed to have killed the killer is back, revealing himself to be the killer. The tom he killed was actually his son from his first litter with Twist. Twist was really upset so she confronted him and he killed her. He also kidnapped Owlstar and has him hiding away under guard. Carrotleaf now has to take care of Twist's kits and has given them clan names. 10/28/18- Bluesmoke made his kits apprentices at five moons of age which outraged Carrotleaf. Owlstar received the last piece of the prophecy which talks about a great bird shaking the earth. He is unaware, however, that two other cats, Rockpaw and Silence, both received that dream as well. The dream 11/4/18- Updated Page. Realizing Bluesmoke likely wouldn't do a warrior ceremony, the clan cats decided to do a small, unofficial ceremony themselves; Flameflicker, Canyonshadow, Evergreenshine, Ferretstrike, Mothflutter, and Rockshard have all become warriors. 1/5/19- Updated Page. So sorry for the lack of updating. Not a lot of note has happened since the last update except for a big battle where many clan cats died. Stormclan is no longer a bordering clan but we will now border Hailclan. 1/20/19- Updated page. Timeskip.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 0:26:49 GMT -5
Territory
Sunclan's territory resides in a dense forest mostly consisting of pine and oak trees. The forest floor is a variety of twisty roots, soft pine needles, and damp, swampy patches. The easily adaptable cats are experts at navigating their complicated land and using it to their advantage. The most common prey are small rodents and birds but other prey can be found in different areas of the territory. Cats need to be aware of predators such as deer, foxes, moose and bears. Even the occasional turkey can be found which can be dangerous if confronting them alone.
The territory is spotted with ponds and small creeks which boast plenty of opportunities for catching fish and frogs. Cats should be aware of snakes who may reside near the pond.
The Gorge - Along the northern part of the territory, the forest ends and earth falls away into steep cliffs. At the bottom of the gorge is a river that rushes quickly through. It is a dangerous place to be around, although, there are trails to take to get to the bottom of the gorge so hunting parties occasionally venture there. Among the sides and base of the gorge, there are many different types of prey to be found. Small rodents, birds, lizards can be found scurrying in the sand and brush, eggs can be found in any number of birds nests, and fish can be plucked from the river. Of course there are always predators lurking about; eagles, falcons, and hawks often prey on cats from above- especially if their nests are messed with. Though not necessarily aggressive, beavers, and snakes are incredibly dangerous if provoked.
Training area- South of camp is a small, slightly swampy clearing. The ground underfoot is soft and spongy which makes the perfect footing for training. It does tend to fill with water during heavy rains.
Dark Pines - Along western border is a stretch of trees called the Dark Pines. Here, the canopy is so thick the forest floor below is dark even during the day. It is usually avoided as it can be a scary at times. Not many animals can be found this deep in the forest but it can be home to woodpeckers, owls, raccoons, porcupines, turkeys, and some deer so always be on the lookout.
Blue Meadow- Near the eastern edge of our territory is a small field of bluebells so thick, the entire expanse is blue. It's sheltered by a barrier of close-knit pines and a low canopy of lichen and tree tops that allow for a soft, blue-green glow of sunlight. There is a fallen tree leading from the center to the edge that is perfect for sitting on. It's a lovely spot to relax and a common place for lovers to spend time together. There isn't usually much prey to catch here as the flowers are too thick to search through.
The Herb Garden: There is what appears to be an old twoleg garden near our border with Hailclan. There is a small, broken fence and a bit of rubble that hints that a nest was once there. It is an oddly serene environment. Normally this type of dwelling should be avoided but there are plenty of herbs that grow in what once was a garden. It is very useful to the medicine cats and they make sure to take great care of it.
The Tunnel: For Sunclan to get to Starpeak, the cats have to cross into Hailclan territory. Instead of crossing over the dangerous thunderpath, the cats found a tunnel leading underneath. The ground is hard and metallic and usually has water deep enough to cover anyone's paws. It has the tendency to fill much higher thanks to the small brook that empties into it and the near-constant rains. Hailclan also uses this tunnel to get to the Gathering Place.
Starpeak- In the east is a looming mountain obscured by snow and fog. The clan cats come here to speak with starclan. It takes a full days' trip to get there. The trail up the mountain is long and steep making cats stop for breaks occasionally. Near the top is an old twisted willow taller than any tree on the mountain. At the tree;s foot is an opening; inside the ground is covered in moss and icicles hanging from the roof. The cats touch their noses to the icicles and fall asleep.
The City: Several days travel to the north looms the city. Twolegs live here much the same as bees in a hive. It's a dangerous place filled with twolegs, monsters, rogues, dogs, rats, and more.
The Ocean: Several days travel to the west is the ocean. Our clan lived there a couple leafbares before living in the mountains. It's an amazing place where water stretches endlessly and sun is swallowed by the sea. The sand is soft and warm but the water tends to be freezing.
The borders: Sunclan has two bordering clans: Hailclan and Lightningclan. The border with Lightningclan runs along the northern edge, just across the gorge. The border with Hailclan is on the north-east edge and is separated by a stretch of thunderpath.
Camp Sunclans' camp lies in the heart of the territory. It sits at the base of a huge oak tree with many roots coming out of the ground and is surrounded by thick brambles. Many of the dens are nestled in the little "caves" under the big roots. The ground is made of old leaves, moss, and dirt.
The Leader's Den- A large root makes up the entire eastern wall. Pressed against it and settled in a little dip is the leaders' den. It's sheltered by brambles woven to make a little wall. The leader stands on a smaller, but still high, root beside the den called the High Ledge.
Medicine Cat Den- In the north-east corner of camp and buried in a "cave" made by the exposed roots is the medicine cat den. It is screened by a thin veil of lichen covering the entrance and is big enough to hold herb storage and plenty of cats.
The Nursery- The nursery sits in the back of camp, opposite the medicine cat den. It's sheltered by the tree roots and pressed against the warm base of the tree. The dip into the den is steep enough that small kits can't get out by themselves. It's well protected and insulated by brambles and moss.
The Warriors den- Along the west wall and close to the entrance sits the warriors den. The back of the den is made by a dip in the root-wall and the rest is made by brambles.
The Apprentice's den- This den sits beside the warriors' den and even shares a bramble wall with it. The top of the den is a small ledge made by a fallen branch. Apprentices love relaxing on top of the branch at the end of their busy day.
The Elders' den- Halfway between the leaders' and medicine cat dens is the elders den. It is simply a little hollow in the ground roofed by the same root that covers the top of the leaders' den. It's screened by lichen for privacy. ◆◆◆ Climate Season Leafbare (moon 3)
Weather Snow Wind Speed: 15 mph High temp: 10° (F) Low temp: 5° (F) ◆◆◆ Traditions When they became a clan, the tribe had to change their traditions. Some traditions were kept, some were changed to fit clan culture, and others scrapped altogether.
The First Born - The tribe used one-piece names like rogues (burr, rain, etc..). and though they have taken on two-part clan names, they wanted to keep their tradition of naming first born sons and daughters. Mothers always name their first born daughter after a shecat who was influential in her life while her mate does the same for their first son. It is a way to remember our elders and the fallen tribemates who are gone but not forgotten which is especially important with their nomadic lifestyle. None of the other kits have name requirements like this. The cool thing about their past is that if they lived by the ocean, there would be a generation of cats named after ocean things and then they move to a mountainous region and now a there's a generation of mountain names. Check the trivia section for a list of previous locations.
The First Prey - The first time an apprentice caches their own prey, it is presented to their mentor at meal-time as a "thank you" for teaching them how to catch prey.
Daily Practice - All fighters battle train in a mandatory practice mock-battle every day to keep their skills sharp. Now that they are warriors, the entire clan gets involved. They usually split into smaller groups to train.
Deputy Voting - Voting is an old tradition in the tribe. The Guard was the equivalent of warriors but were split into two groups: Hunters and Fighters. In charge of each group was an Officer who had the same roles as a clan's deputy. They were always older cats and always voted into place by members of their group. Each group would nominate three cats for their Officer. Nominating is done by telling the King the name of a cat they think would be a good Officer. If a cat got three recommendations, they'd be appointed a "nominee". During the vote, nominees stand together and all members of the tribe over eight moons of age placed a stone in front of their choice for Officer. The tribe decided to keep this tradition to choose a Deputy after becoming a clan.
Mate Ceremonies - This tradition is so old, no one remembers it's origin. When two cats decide to become mates the Queen would lead a ceremony to bring the two cats together in the bindings of love. They have decided to continue doing this and the medicine cat will be the one to lead the ceremony.
Death of a tribemate - In the tribe, death is celebrated rather than mourned. It is seen as an honor to join the Spirits and guide their tribe from the afterlife. It is believed that Spirits can take any number of forms when visiting the living world. There is a feast and speeches from the King, Officer of deceased's rank in the Guard, and family/friends about the cat and their life. They have decided to keep this tradition.
Heirs/Betrothing - The passing down of leadership was fairly simple. The eldest child of the current King and Queen was the next in line to lead with their betrothed - a tom or shecat chosen by the Spirits, to become a mated pair and lead together.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 0:27:26 GMT -5
Rules
Forum rules must be followed at all times
Though it isn't required, I recommend reading everything on the page (excluding character forms if you don't wish to) as there is quite a bit of interesting and important information. At the very least read "Welcome", "Rules", "News", "Territory", and "Traditions" please.
Stay active and you'll get to have a lot of fun roleplaying major roles! If you'll be inactive, please send me a pm. I promise, I won't bite. Inactivity without a pm for two weeks will result in a warning. If you are still inactive for two weeks after that, you will be removed from the clan.
Please keep in mind, I am a busy person. I work full-time as a lead teacher (which often means bringing work home), have school, and a family. Don't get upset when I don't answer right away or accept your joining forms. Same goes with adding characters as I try to update every two weeks. Mods can answer most questions and accept forms so it's ok to ask them as well. I often respond quicker to pms so if it's important, go ahead and do that.
No God-modding whatsoever. Always get permission before rping or harming someone else's character. No splotlighting as well.
Characters must have detailed biographies. At least three sentences of decent length for both description and personality. Please keep characters realistic and do not make them perfect.
LGBT characters are accepted and welcome but remember that these cats might face some opposition possibly from other characters in the rp and usually only for the purpose of drama. Never would I allow opposition to be shown OOC.
No spam! This means advertising, trolling, etc.. You can come in and ask someone to go to another thread but only post once and be polite. Members of the clan may advertise threads but only after asking me politely in pm. I don't bite, I swear.
I encourage members to chat but please remember to be respectful. If I see repeated disrespect of any kind (intentional exclusion, bullying, rudeness, etc.) you will receive a warning. When chatting, be sure to make it clear that what you are saying is OOC.
Keep all mature content grandma-friendly and not heavily detailed.
Nothing from this page may be used without permission. This includes artwork, storylines, information, and characters. Kit-stealers are permitted but only with a polite request sent in a pm including myself and at least one mod (see member list).
While this is not a super literate roleplay, I ask that you use correct grammar when roleplaying. No cursing in or out of character unless it's a fake curse like "Fiddlesticks".
If you have ideas for a plot feel free to pm me about it. Don't be afraid to make mini-plots with other members but if it's something that will involve a big chunk of the clan, cats joining the clan, or anything that might have a big impact, please go ahead and ask me first. I promise I won't bite.
Please don't be upset if I ask you to change something in your form. I'm sorry if it's a problem and I'm not trying to be mean but I like to keep things accurate and fitting for the rp. Forms may be edited slightly when adding them but I promise, I won't change your character at all, I only reword phrases or fix spelling.
As always, apprentices may not have mates or kits.
I typically choose warrior names for apprentices. You may request one by pming me with at least one mod included and asking politely or by putting it in your joining form.
Living in the clan is dangerous. Many cats are killed, succumb to illness/injury, disappear, run away, etc. Please be open to losing your characters. It keeps things new and interesting. Remember all cats die eventually and rarely of old age.
Have fun! If you have any ideas, questions, or concerns, please feel free to pm me. I don't bite, I promise!
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Credits
Layout and banners belong to me Picture in banner belongs to Erin Hunter Credit for relationship and feline age chart goes to Raincloud33
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 0:28:13 GMT -5
Members *MorningGlory* / Owner Babette, Bluesmoke, Carrotleaf, Clamclaw, Eveningbreeze, Oakheart, Owlstar, Puddlepaw, Pumakit, Tinyfire
@fortunata / Member / Active Brighmoss, Coalshadow, Ferretstrike, Gracklefur, Mothflutter, Nickel, Ragweed, Slenderoak, Smokeburr
Hawkeyes258 / Member / Active Connie, Heathernose, Hollowoak, Jaggedtalon, Rain
sunni / Member / Somewhat active Evergreenshine, Wrencall
blizzardsfang / Member / Active Ajax, Cherryleaf, Cobramask, Dustpaw, Hailstorm, Mintshadow, Silence, Raincloud,Viperstep
Voidastral / Member / Active Beefur, Dovebreeze, Flameflicker, Nettle, Olive, Oriolekit, Snowpaw
MadFaith / Member / Active Dorian, Enigma, Featherflight, Moosecharge, Rockshard, Yew
@devilcooksanji / Member / New Karma, Pantherkit
wildwatcher / Member / Active Fallowberry, Stemkit
Elmosolyodik / Member / New Grapenose, Hedgehogtuft, Morningcall
◆◆◆ RelationshipsClick spoiler for key
Mates & Kits (Kits are listed in order of birth)
Tom ♥ shecat
♣︎ Litter 1: kit, kit ♣︎ Litter 1: kit, kit
Ex-mates (Due to breaking up or one is deceased)
Tom ♡ shecat
♣︎ Litter 1: kit, kit ♣︎ Litter 1: kit, kit
Crushes
Tom → shecat = tom likes shecat Tom ←shecat = shecat likes tom Tom ←→ shecat = both like each other
? means the cat is unknown
Strikes mean cat is deceased
Blue is for tom Pink is for shecat
An asterisk (*) in white next to a name means they live outside the clan An asterisk (*) in blue means they live in one of the border clans An asterisk (*) in black means they were adopted by the family the * is in Family Tree
Mates & Crushes
Mentors & Apprentices
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 0:28:42 GMT -5
Allegiances
Leader:
Bluesmoke - 46 moons - Morningglory Bluesmoke is a very large, intimidating tom. His blue fur is so dark it's almost black and his eyes are bright orange. He is cold, calculating, and manipulative. His voice is charmingly smooth and he has a way with words that can convince cats to do his bidding.
Deputy:
None atm
Medicine Cats:
Gracklefur - 50 moons - Fortunata An eerie black oriental shorthair with crooked whiskers. His tail is very long, he even uses it to talk or carry extra moss and herbs. His fur is sleek and short, always well groomed. His narrow eyes are a bright yellow that always shine with amusement. Blunt and rude, Gracklefur has very little patience when it comes to cats with certain injuries. He loves to see drama and fighting between clanmates but is never one to start anything. He speaks in a low cocky and raspy tone. Despite his smug demeanor, Gracklefur is a skilled medicine cat as he has a great memory and knows how to grow all kinds of herbs. He's also know for making strange mixtures with the berries and creating unique pastes for cats to ea. He is a messy cat, his den is always scattered with herbs and cobwebs, however, according to him there's a method to his madness. He has a habit of chewing catnip to calm his nerves and keep him from yelling at the younger cats. He was named after the grackles in the plains where he was born. After his birth, there was a drought that killed both of his parents and his littermates all caught greencough and died soon after. During the avalanche, Gracklefur was aiding a wounded tribe-mate when he was visited by the Spirits who told him he was destined to be a healer.
Snowpaw - 8 moons - Quailly Snowpaw is a pure white and blue-eyed she-cat. Snowpw is completely deaf in both ears, however, she's becoming increasingly better at reading lips and communicating with her ears, tail and paws. She is just as agile as her brother, however she can be very loud if she meows. She is a turkish angora with fairly long ears. Though deaf, this doesn't keep Snowpaw from having an extremely expressive personality. She is a stubborn and feisty she-cat with a deep caring for her family and friends. She can be doubtful of herself, however, she tends to remain calmer in stressful situations. Snowpaw isn't one to give up on her ideas and points and though her inability to properly respond, she can become very distant. Instead of arguing, she simply cuts the cat off of gives them the silent treatment, ignoring them for as long as she deems reasonable.
Warriors:
Cobramask - 71 moons - blizzardsfang A limber grey and white tom with black spots along his grey. Cobramask isn't considered 'handsome' but he isn't unattractive either. The tom isn't muscular or bulky but he is very tall. His legs are long and his body is long as well. His eyes are deep yellow and are known to shine brightly. He has white on his underbelly, inner legs, paws, and chest. He has a skinny face with very dark ears. Cobramask is usually a calm tom but he can get annoyed if cat's are being rude. After finally getting over losing his mate because of her own selfish needs he is now searching for a mate again, wanting to have kits again before he becomes too old. Cobramask is very loyal but he has trouble staying still, now unsettled by being in a clan he does his best to be loyal. He dislikes some of the warrior code and he can get annoyed when adjusting to the change. He has a problem with shutting himself down when he gets upset and goes off on his own even though he wants to talk about it. Cobramask was in love with Petal, a beautiful she-cat from the desert. She was so excited when they finally wanted to have kits, but she was self absorbed and believed that her kits would be perfect, and when they weren't she decided the life of the tribe and kits was too much for her. She left, while Cobramask agreed it was for the best he was still devastated. It was up to him to take care of his kits which he did wonderfully and he is still very connected in their lives.
Heathernose - 54 moons - Hawkeyes Heathernose has ginger and orange fur with tabby markings. She has a white mouth, chest, paws, and tail. She has pale green eyes. Heathernose has a slender build with a few scares on her flank and left leg. Heathernose is a level-headed and observant cat. She is social and doesn't mind making new friends. Heathernose switches between being witty and sarcastic. She is loyal and will not hesitate to help her friends and clanmates. She is self conscious of her looks and will second guess herself often. Heathernose is a romantic but is afraid to give her heart to someone again. She has moments where she is cold and uncaring. Heathernose loves to run, jump, and climb. She isn't fond of swimming and dislikes when it rains. She is a skilled hunter and is working on becoming a better fighter. Heathernose was born and raised in the tribe. Even as a kit, she was the mature and logical one of her litter, although that didn't stop her from getting into trouble. At one point, she fell head over heels in love with a handsome rogue named Raptor. He joined the tribe for a while and they became mates. However he broke up with her and left the tribe to join another group of cats. The break up was hard for Heathernose and she still wonders if she did something wrong. She continues to hold onto the hope that she will find a mate who will love her.
Coalshadow - 50 moons - Fortunata A siamese cat with black colored legs, ear, face and tail. His tail is bushy and soft while the rest of him is sleek. His most notorious trait is his intense dark blue eyes. A smooth talking and charming tom slowly on the brink of losing his mind. Ever since he got away with murdering his apprentice, Coalshadow suffers from night terrors and hallucinations of his dead apprentice. He is able to keep his cool most of the time and hardly mess up in his words. But if you push him to his limits, he will gladly lash out. He has the tendency to fight with brute force and always aims to break the skull. He lived in Lightningclan with the name Crowface. He had a mate named Nightfrost but left her behind behind along with their three kits. Crowface’s parents were Silkblossom and Blackstorm, both died from a bear with young Crowface as a witness. While he was a warrior in Lightningclan, he brutally murdered his apprentice, Coalpaw, out of rage. Soon after, he attacked over ten cats, even taking one of Foxstar’s lives. Eventually the tom was banished along with his old mate who was pregnant at the time. Nightfrost soon saw Crowface’s true colors and left him. With nothing left to care for in his old clan, Crowface ventured off to Sunclan where he became Coalshadow.
Beefur - 49 moons - Quail Beefur is a bright sandy yellow tabby she-cat with big round green eyes. She is quite tall and sleek with short fur and slim shoulders. She can give off an intimidating vibe even if it is just because of her height. Beefur is a zany and excitable she-cat with a knack for collecting the weird stuff. She collects random items she finds around the clan territory, having many piles outside of camp buried somewhere over the moons. Over time, as the tribe/clan moved around, she lost many different piles and items. She is a quirky cat with an overdramatic personality. Beefur can be highly stubborn and isn't one to give up on her ideals or goals and even friends. This makes her immensely loyal to the clan but also annoyingly argumentative. She has issues with trust and abandonment, having felt left behind by her sisters. As far as Beefur knows, she is the only member of her family left in Sunclan. After her parents passed away in the transition from the Plains to the gorge. Once her parents died, both Leaves and Honey left and remained in the gorge. Her original naming was Bee.
Brightmoss - 47 moons - Fortunata A long legged tuxedo cat with a white chest and underbelly. His back paws are white like his front paws except that the white goes up half way on his hind legs. He has pointed ears and a long tail with a white tip. He has intense, narrow, bright green eyes. With a rather smooth voice, Brightmoss is a lazy tom who enjoys to go with the flow. He doesn’t get mad easily and is very patient with younger cats. He likes to sleep during the day and stay up late. Despite coming across as laid back and tired, he’s a very skilled fighter as he is very fast and can slice you in the blink of an eye. He is a bit of a hopeless romantic and is known for flirting with she-cats, even with outsiders. He enjoys tricking clan mates to get what he wants such as prey or doing his duties for him. His parents weren’t good cats as they were known to con and steal from others. Eventually they decided to try and have kits as the two wanted a new life. However after Brightmoss was born, they gave him, as they found raising a kit to be too much work. They left them to be found by the tribe who took him back and raised him. He refused to tell them his real name as he bitterly associated it with his parents. So he named himself Bright until the clan took on warrior names.
Viperstep - 47 moons - Blizzardsfang He is a light brown tabby cat with thin black stripes spreading all across his body, the closer to his stomach the stripes and brown fade and turn white. His lower jaw is white as well along with his toes. Viperstep isn't super tall but he has very strong muscles underneath his fur. He has a lot of strength and his size helps him to be quick on his feet. His eyes are a beautiful grass green mixed with an inner brown ring. His voice is very deep and is calming most of the time. He has a scar just under his right eye that he received in a fight when he was an apprentice. Viperstep isn't a very courteous tom and often times shows little respect for the cats around him. He shows much more respect for his superiors and he often times doesn't take how others feel into consideration when he speaks. He isn't afraid to take risks and when a fight arises he isn't one to back down. Viperstep is a pretty ambitious tom as he enjoys being respected but even he knows he needs to work on his social skills before he rises in the ranks. Viperstep is also a very curious cat, he isn't afraid to venture beyond the territory if something catches his eye and he will ask if he wants to know something, not sparing any feelings in the process. He has a lot of control over himself so he can force himself to be quiet if he really wants to but he never feels the need to. Very rarely he can be seen visiting the kits of the clan, but only when he believes no one is watching. Viperstep is not very trusting and he refuses to put his trust into any cat because he believes they will only let him down later on.
Dovebreeze - 46 moons - quail Dovebreeze takes the most after her father with both yellow eyes and a gray spotted pelt yet unlike her father, her eyes don't shine and seem rather bittersweet. Her legs are of average length with a broader but still agile build rather than a tall one. She could be considered the odd one out of her littermates, considering they are both brown rather than gray. she has a notch in her right ear as well. Dovebreeze feels she is a burden to her family, but she would never admit it. After her mother left, she's taken every chance she could to distance herself from the she-cat's name. Dovebreeze also pushed herself to be happier, seeming to get over her mother's leave as quick as she could. Somewhere, she'd decided to not burden her father with her issues and mistakes, feeling as if he'd been through enough. Instead, Dovebreeze became a source of light, no matter how much she suffered from it. Never does she speak about herself, but only asks how others are doing and if they do ask about her, she tells them that she is doing great. While she is always loud and cheerful there is an underlying look and tone of pure bittersweet tastes. She has vowed to herself to never let others suffer the way she has and is always attempting to make those around her happier. Her optimistic outer shell holds a fragile pessimistic cat inside and she refuses to let others see so. After her mother left, Dovebreeze was left confused and broken. She began to refuse to refer to Petal as her mother, calling her 'the she-cat' rather than even dare speak her name. Dovebreeze slowly made the choice to be happier, trying to keep her Father and siblings as happy as she could.
Mintshadow- 46 moons - blizzardsfang A beautiful brown spotted and striped she-cat. Mintshadow is long legged like her father and she she is considered very attractive physically. She has pretty yellow eyes that are tinted sort of brown. Her ears are a bit larger than normal but it makes her look sort of cute. Her stripes are pitch black. Mintshadow can sometimes be very hard to get along with, she loves when all eyes are on her and she enjoys attention from both male and female cats. She can get annoyed if she's being ignored or the attention is on someone else for too long. Mintshadow puts up a very tough front and wants to be strong but in fact she gets terrified very easily. She refuses to swim as it scares her but she doesn't mind watching. While she is mildly frightened by most things the thing that really gets to her, are storms. When she is scared she goes and hides away from everyone as she always says she's used to dealing with things alone. She doesn't like to bother others with her problems and even though she is a social cat she very rarely talks about how she's feeling. She is also a perfectionist and the more scared or agitated she is the more severe her need for perfection is. Mintshadow mother was a self absorbed cat sort of like her but when she realized how hard it was to raise 'imperfect' kits she left under a mutual understanding from Cobramask. While her father worked hard to raise them alone they still lacked the warm touch of a mother.
Ragweed - 46 moons - Fortunata A tabby maine coon mix with dark brown and black fur. His neck and paws have faded white stripes and his eyes are light green. He's a large and muscular cat who always wears a very cold and stubborn face. Despite looking scary, he's a gentle and kind tom. He's soft spoken despite his deep voice. He doesn't talk much but can't stand being alone. He prefers the company of others as he'll simply listen to them talk about themselves. He is protective of kits but tends to avoid them because he's afraid he'll hurt them by mistake with his big paws. Ragweed refused to accept a warrior name as he believes it would mean forgetting the past. He was out patrolling when the avalanche hit. He tried digging his tribemates out but didn't succeed. When Stormclan came and helped free them, Ragweed found the frozen bodies of his mate and daughters.
Smokeburr - 45 moons - Fortunata A tall misty grey LaPerm with darker grey legs, ears and tail. His face has a splash of dark grey as well. His has a large bushy tail and like all LaPerms, has knotted curled all over his fur. He has bright blue eyes. He is a hard working and stern tom without a sense of humor. He has a hard time connecting with others but still shows compassion and care to others. He can be a workaholic as he’ll push himself to work harder each day such as catching larger prey. He is very logical and strategic but his judgement can get clouded if he has to chose between his siblings and others. Born in the plains, Smokeburr was named Smoker as he was born during a small fire that started in the grassland. For moons it was just him and his parents until they came to the mountains were they decided to have kits again. Thus, Moth and Ferret were born. Smoker was extremely protective with his young siblings, especially after his parents died o green caught. On the day of the avalanche, he nearly died trying to shield them from the snow.
Oakheart - 36 moons - Morningglory Oakheart is a rather thin tom with sleek, brown fur and amber eyes. His throat and muzzle are a lighter chocolate brown color. He has an angled and lithe face with a small, square muzzle. He is a humorous and charming tom who loves learning new things, even if it puts him in danger. This might make him appear reckless and mouse-brained but, in truth, he is actually quite sensible, focused, and clever. He is relaxed and careful; he'd rather think a situation through and see what others are doing before making decisions. He has a knack for strategy, easily concocting complex plans. Though he is lighthearted and doesn't like taking life seriously, his plans are well thought out and he would make an excellent strategist if he could learn to focus. Oakheart is quite easygoing in stressful situations. He tends to keep to himself and is deeply dedicated to following the rules. He trusts the warrior code deeply and seeks to live his life around it. He is very determined, being sure to thoroughly complete each task but tends to over-think. He is surprisingly stubborn at times and can be a sore loser. Oakheart values loyalty and dependability in both his friends and himself. While some may call him boring, he is perfectly happy to spend his days serving the clan and would do anything for his friends. Oakheart was born a kittypet with the name Douglas. He lived in a small cabin with his mother, Zinnia, and their twoleg- an young man who hated city life and wanted to live as far away as possible. His father, Howl, was a loner who occasionally came to visit them. He was about eight moons old when the cabin set fire and barely escaped with his life. Their twoleg died trying to rescue Zinnia and her new litter. Zinnia died but the twoleg saved three of the five kittens with Douglas saving on of them and the other dying. Douglas lost sight of the twoleg and wandered the forest for a while. The kit he'd rescued died later so he buried her and went on his way with a heavy heart. It wasn't long until he found the Tribe of Winding Paths and was taken in, taking the name Oak. During his training to become a hunter, he befriended Rain, who continued on to become his best friend.
Jaggedtalon - 35 moons - Hawkeyes Jaggedalon has long hair that sticks out in all directions- hence is name. He has light brown fur with tabby stripes and light green eyes. He is a muscular tom due to his main coon and shorthair mixed heritage. His voice is a smooth baritone. Jaggedtalon is a fearless and bold tom. He is the type to jump headfirst into danger. He is reckless and has a bit of a temper. Jaggedtalon likes to show off, always looking to improve his battle techniques and likes to come up with new moves. He is a passionate and fiery tom when he gets worked up. He is sensitive by nature but chooses to deny it if asked. He has a soft spot for kits and apprentices and likes to playfight with them but has a certain disdain for kittypets. He doesn't like eating fogs, lizards, or most fish. He likes to show off and flirt with shecats. Jaggedtalon was named after his spiky fur. He got teased a lot as an apprentice for his fur and tried to ignore the bullying. But one day he finally lashed out and fought one of the bullies. He got in trouble but no one messed with him after that. He still doesn't like cats mentioning his fur and puts on a tough front so he won't be hurt again.
Hailstorm - 35 moons - Blizzardsfang A dark Russian blue tom. His mouth and neck are a bit lighter than the rest of his body but other than that he looks the same. His eyes are a striking orange and often times it seems as if they are boring straight into ones soul. His ears are large like his sisters but his paws are not small, in fact his paws are very large along with his very long claws. His voice is surprisingly deep. Hailstorm is a tom who is very good at charming others and he is very likeable. He has a way with words and when he makes promises he keeps them. He is a cat you can depend on even if he barely knows you he is often willing to help if you explain the situation. He is wise despite his age and he believes in respecting the leader. Many cats would describe him as mysterious as he is often slipping out of camp and he doesn't speak much unless spoken to. He is a compassionate cat and will relate to cats if they are in need of sympathy. He is willing to fight for his friends when he has them and he isn't very protective over his sister as he knows she can handle herself.
Moosecharge - 33 moons - MadFaith Moosecharge is a massive cat, he has been one since birth and his thick pelt only adds to his size. He holds quite the intimidating presence, bright amber eyes that stand out against his brown tabby pelt, mottled with dark and light brown colours. He has white paws and a white ‘mane,’ chest, and underbelly. Moosecharge is a rock of a cat, both in appearance, but also in personality. He is very constant and predictable, never having massive bursts of energy or a large fluctuation of emotion. He holds fast to tradition and to the warrior code, holding very little respect for those that don't. He is a very serious cat, many young cats joke that he has never laughed or had fun. He does not like kits, believes them to be too roudy, and can barely tolerate apprentices.
Clamclaw - 32 moons - Morningglory Dark brown tom with big years and yellow-amber eyes. Clamclaw is large with a strong and broad build. He is proud of his size and sees himself as a hero as his strength gives him advantages in fights. He is proud- but not arrogant - and very noble. He is clumsy due to his massive paws. He is tough and ambitious, always showing off for others. Though confident, he doesn't know when to stay quiet about things especially when it comes to his opinion. He is a courageous, loyal cat who be bit quite the spit-fire when riled up though he is generally even tempered unless he's insulted. He is not one to shy from hard work and puts a valiant effort into everything he does. Clamclaw was born by the ocean with his sister, Shell. When it came time to move, Shell decided to stay. Several moons later, she came across Stormclan and joined them. It was her who had saved the tribe during the avalanche. Clamclaw had been close to her as kits and hopes she'll join Sunclan.
Eveningbreeze - 29 moons - Morningglory Eveningbreeze is a tall, shecat with fluffy white fur. A pair of large, gently sloped eyes sit above a long, narrow, peach-colored muzzle and a delicate, pink nose. Her left eye is a brilliant corn-flower blue and the other eye is gray like ice on a lake. She has a long tail that is bent at the tip and slightly rounded ears with small tufts of fur at the top. Eveningbreeze is quite the social butterfly, and, although she abhors small talk, it isn't hard to get her chatting for hours—provided the topic is of interest to her. She loves to hear stories from other cats- especially visiting rogues and dreams of the independence and mystique of life outside the clan. However she is fiercely loyal to her family and friends so she would never leave if it meant leaving them behind. She is ambitious but kind-hearted and likes to prove her worth. She always makes sure to include the quieter, not-always-involved cats. Though she can be annoying others, her gracious confidence gives her the unique ability to keep up a conversation with even the most reluctant interlocutor. She has an infectious energy and is always on the lookout for the next adventure. She can be a bit irresponsible which often gets her into trouble. She loves to climb and is especially skilled in hunting in the tree-tops. Eveningbreeze's voice is a low-alto sound like the low hum of a bee. She has a hard time pronouncing the letter "r" and some vowel sounds which leads them to sound very exaggerated.
Wrencall - 25 moons - Sunni Wrencall is a very slim and graceful cat with plumy long multicolor fur. Her size is a bit on the smaller size, but not abnormally small like other cats in the clan. This gorgeous she-cat has calico coloration, having a white muzzle, chest, stomach, and paws along with some small white patches along her pelt, through for the most part she's covered in a mix of vibrant orange and black fur. Her ears are a bit large with black fur tufts sticking off the end, and her tail is unusually plumy. Despite being born in the ocean region, she was originally named Feather, because of how fluffy she was, she was the youngest in her litter. Wrencall is a great number of things, naturally being more energetic, she has a youthful energy that surrounds her. She loves to run and play, and enjoy life with the cats she loves. Since she was training under Wren after being betrothed to Boar, she easily hides her more energetic youthful side in order to give off an air of elegance and grace. She understands how to keep herself restrained so that she holds the respect of her clanmates. Wrencall is very intelligent and tactful, she's good at planning and thrives with making strategic calls. This is often where she falls short in battle, since she doesn't like to make impulsive decisions which is often what battle calls for. Despite his death, Wrencall still holds feelings for Boar. Wrencall was born to Desertflower and Sand. Her father had passed away from sickness, and her mother is still with the tribe. She had 2 other siblings, both of which had died during the avalanche. Wrencall holds a deep sadness in her heart now, losing her father to disease, and then losing her siblings, mentor, and beloved to the avalanche. After losing so much of her family, she never wanted to let their memory slip away. So Owlstar allowed her request to honor his mate, Wren, and gave her the suffix call because she will always speak on the behalf of her fallen clanmates. She, at times, thinks of her old name and what the memories it holds, but Feather was a different cat. Feather was a playful cat with a shy romance and powerful love for her family. Wrencall is a cat that is strong because she has to be, and strives to live up to the name she was given.
Hedgehogtuft - 22 moons - Elmosolyodik Hedgehogtuft is a light grey and beige mottled tom with long, sparse scruffy fur, and small ears, who is muscular but short-legged in comparison to a majority of the clan. The colours of his fur blend into each other like smudges with the faintest linings of clustered tabby markings with solid cream toes. His face is grossly disfigured with burn scars and could be described as gnarled like tree bark, a fair chunk of his lip missing in a cleft palate connecting with his bright pink nose, showing off a couple of white teeth. Ridged lines swirl all over the harsh, discoloured skin where fur could never grow back, branching out in streaks over his neck into the darker shades of his pelt, and although he is not blind his dark green eyes are milky and glazed, a wet, watery sheen over them. Hedgehogtuft’s face is in general very hard to look at for a long time even by those who are used to his appearance, and it often means cats avoid making eye contact with him, but those who do will notice his expression is stuck and only shifts when he moves his mouth. Hedgehogtuft is a big, soft spoken oaf. He lacks about as much grace as someone with his appearance would be assumed to, yet at the same time isn't very intimidating or ruggedly handsome in personality, he's more of just an honest and dreamy person who everyone avoids too much to actually get to know on an intimate level. He is very dutiful and respectful of others (who he always interacts with from afar or formally), but never has the right words in a situation and can catch on to things slowly. But, Hedgehogtuft is very intuitive and has what would be considered 'good' morals, he's never ill-intended and prefers to slip away by himself to the beautiful meadows of the territory rather than be part of drama or serious situations, far more concerned with the yearning itch for traveling adventure that a restricted clan-life can't seem to satisfy, and it's why he is obsessed with the fictional stories from old legends the elders sometimes tell the kits. Sometimes he has nightmares or breakdowns about things relating to the original fire that scarred his face so badly, even if it was from his kit-hood, and will appear very "out of it" for a few days around his clan-mates, or won't be able to get enough sleep and perform his duties badly. Unfortunately most people aren’t very helpful for it, and there have been a few times where someone has called him out on how “ugly and disgusting to look” at he is. Hedgehogtuft was only a meekly kit of a few moons when he was quite literally blown into the embrace of Sunclan, when it was still a tribe and resided by the ocean, as he turned up with his dead mother on the beach in the thick of an intense wind storm, buffeting their two bodies towards the edge of the violent shore. Lightning, thunder and rain had been raging on in the distance, and it turns out that a wooden two-leg shack in which a family of rogues was nesting had been struck by a bolt of lightning and burst up in flames. He must’ve had other siblings, and did, but his alleged mother only turned up with him in her paws, dead and half dead and about to be swept up by the sea. At first they could barely make out what he was supposed to be because of how badly he had been burnt but eventually helped him and saved his life. Hedgehogtuft was named after his mother’s uncanny markings resembling a hedgehog, because her mottled brown fur was cut off like a tuxedo’s; and brought into their lives and traditions after a very long recovery, showing some hints of a natural thirst for the nomad life right before the incident that drove them to the clans.
Hollowoak - 19 moons - Hawkeyes Hollowoak has light blue gray fur with some dark gray mixed in and pretty green eyes. He is skinny but has a somewhat athletic build. Hollowoak has a triangular looking face. Hollowpaw is a reserved and kind tom. He is shy and it takes a while to warm up to new cats. Hollowoak doesn't like change and has trouble adjusting to new things. He can be whiny and startles easily. He wants to be better bu isn't sure how. He is the type of cat o go with the flow and likes to play. He has mild anxiety and suffers from nightmares. Hollowoak likes to climb and hunt for birds. He likes to collect feathers as well. He has a fear of thunder and large predators. Hollowoak was the youngest and weakest of his litter. For a time it was even debated whether he'd survive. Hollowoak managed to pull through despite his weakness but his mother preferred his siblings and ignored him a lot. This led Hollowoak to seek out another motherly figure. He found that in Carrotleaf who took him under her wing and took care of him when Yew wouldn't.
Featherflight - 17 moons - MadFaith In a sharp contrast to her brother Rockshard, Featherflight is a petite, lithe she-cat with a thin frame. But just like his, her long, thick pelt is dark grey in color. Her pale green eyes stand out like a black pelt in the snow. Featherflight is the opposite of her brother, bright and bubbly; much more in your face than Rockshard. She very rarely stops talking, even in her sleep, and sees herself as a friend of everyone. Rockshard is really the only one who can get her to shut up, just by flicking her with his tail. She looks up to her brother quite a bit, and desperately wants him to come out of his shell to others, so they can meet the Rockshard she loves so dearly. In an attempt to get him to know other cats, she will often thrust him into awkward social situations, but she does it out of love and will often swoop in to save him.
Rockshard - 18 moons - MadFaith Rockshard is a surprisingly muscular tom. He's broad shouldered and towers at least a head over most cats his age. Rockshard has a long, thick, dark grey pelt with not a single speck of another color. He has light green eyes that stand out shockingly against his dark fur. Rockshard looks identical to his sister, Featherflight- the only difference is his size. Rockshard is a tom of few words, often being heavily out shined by Featherpaw. He has a very solemn presence but his stoic act hides the truth of his quiet personality; Rockshard is actually terribly shy and strongly dislikes large crowds or most social interactions. He has a nervous tick of flicking his ear when in conversation too long for his liking; it's a signal his sister knows very well and if she sees, she comes running to his aid. Rockshard is a solitary tom but he loves spending time with Featherflight, sitting back and letting her talk. Since he rarely speaks, Rockshard is a great listener and observer and the things he does say are well thought out.
Grapenose - 17 moons - Elmosolyodik Grapenose is a small and muscular but plump-looking tuxedo she-cat, with thick, fuzzy black fur parted by a small splash of soft white on her muzzle, a sliver on her lower chest and belly, and on a few of her toes. Her wide, deep eyes are a lovely dark blue color that shine violet when caught in the light. Grapenose’s ears are rounded at the tips, adding to her overall soft and circular appearance, but an almost unnoticeable scar slashes across her forehead. She has a very soft and smooth voice that flows easily. Grapenose is energetic and filled with a boundless energy that doesn’t translate into her voice, which is calm and relaxed. It never seems like she can stay still, so she’s always taking on tasks that involve going out of camp or daring others into races and climbing competitions, as eager as a newly made apprentice. In her free time she can be seen just running through the forest and meadows, bothering the couples in the bluebell meadow by releasing a shower of loose petals in her wake, bursting across the path during a hunting patrol’s quiet advancing, or trying to sneak up on and play tackle others in camp. Obviously, she is a loud nuisance, but she gets along with others easily because of her very open nature, and it’s very easy to talk or play with her because she approaches people she doesn’t know as friends. On the rare occasion of her down time she loves to lay in patches of sun as it warms up her black fur. Grapenose’s favourite part of the day is the daily training session.
Flameflicker - 17 moons - Quaill Flameflicker is a large and broad-shouldered Ragamuffin cat. His primary color is a cream white with flecks and markings of a light sandy orange color. Mainly this color is on the tip of his tail and around his face. He has blue-sky colored eyes and a pink nose. Flameflicker is a generally cheerful cat. He has a high confidence in himself and others around him. He always wants others to be the best they can be. He is very outgoing and happy with life. However, he is also pretty rash and quick to make an assumption of conclusion about something. Often times he rushes into a situation he has no real idea about. He can get very defensive very quickly over cats he cares deeply about, making him somewhat emotionally vulnerable.
Morningcall - 17 moons - Elmosolyodik Morningcall is a very large and muscular, rectangle muzzled she-cat with long, off-white fur on the lower part of her face, belly, and most of her legs, and cream patches with ginger stripes all down her back, shoulders and face. Her eyes are a soft sky blue ringed with pink skin, and little black freckles splatter across her blush pink nose and lips. She rivals some of the tallest toms in the clan with her height and stockiness, the big sibling to her sister’s small, and so walks with a sort of heavy, clumsy step in turn. Her voice is deep and like a rolling, masculine purr. Morningcall is calm and level-headed, not one to become noticeably anxious or worried. She moves slowly and doesn’t talk much, preferring gestures and actions, but is the most chipper in the early hours of the day, usually the one to wake up the dawn patrol or take over the night guard’s station. She is loyal to her kin and the cats she grew up with, enjoying heavy and beneficial work that involves a lot of effort, always seeking out a challenge of physical stength. She carries herself a lot older than she is, especially with her height and stockiness, but still prefers to hang around with the younger cats of the group. The cat she is closest to is her sister Grapenose, and despite the importance she holds her duties to, Morningcall is often an enabler of risky, sneak-out-of-camp activities. Morningcall was born into the tribe with Grapenose. She was named for her beautifully contrasting light colours to her sister, and because she always woke up at the crack of dawn. After becoming Sunclan, she found that she thrived in the clan life’s structure and grew attached to it very quickly.
Evergreenshine - 16 Moons - Sunni This slender young she-cat has beautiful, medium length, rich chocolate brown fur that still appears fuzzy because of her young age. Her fur appears to be a bit darker at her paws but it isn't very noticeable. Her eyes, unlike most cats, are also coffee brown, only a bit lighter in color than her pelt. She has a very slim build making her very agile, flexible, and fast, which she uses to her advantage in battle. The young apprentice has already shown her strength in tree climbing, swimming, and hunting- especially birds. Being an especially hopeful she-cat, Evergreenshine loves the thought of adventure and exploring. This has proven to be one of her strongest and weakest traits. While being surprisingly optimistic has inspired her to try every new opportunity to come her way, it has also caused her to try a number of dangerous activities, even when it goes against the orders of her clanmates. She loves to make friends, so much so, that she tends to struggle with anxiety in fear that other cats won't like her. It doesn't particularly help that Evergreenshine is blatantly straightforward and honest, to the point that she doesn't realize when she says things that can hurt other cat's feelings.
Ferretstrike - 16 moons - Fortunata A cream colored la perm with brown legs and white paws. She has a dark patch on her tail and dark brown ears. Her snout is white and light brown along with her whiskers being long and crooked. She has a faded brown smudge on the back of her neck. Her eyes are a light silver with a blue hue. She has curly fur and a bushy tail with even more curls. A reserved cat who prefers to be alone. She doesn’t bond well with others as she tends to forget names and facts about their personal lives. She is bold and speaks her mind. Unlike most of the clan, she doesn’t show any form of respect to StarClan. She doesn’t seek their wisdom nor find them all powerful. She even questions the warrior code. This creates a strain in her relationship with StarClan and other clan cats. She even shows kindness to loners and kitty pets. This causes arguments between her and her brother. Born in the mountains and named after the black footed ferrets that lived there. She lost her belief in the Spirits after the avalanche happened as she didn’t see why they allowed it to happen without warning.
Mothflutter - 16 moons - Fortunata A small LaPerm she-cat with soft light brown fur and a white underbelly and paws. Her tail is bushy with a white tip. Just like her brother, she has curls all over her fur, however she finds them ugly and hard to groom. She has bright blue eyes. She is shy and calm unlike her brother. She doesn’t like water that much as her swimming skills are poor. She prefers to hunt or help the medicine cat gather herbs. She likes hearing about other cats’ lives and actually has a desire to help others.
Bluesmoke's Rogues:
Nickel - 52 moons - Fortunata A slender tuxedo cat with a glossy coat and a thick feathery tail. His fur is very sleek and long, always kept well groomed. Nickel has lime green colored eyes. A manipulative and selfish tom who never takes blame, for anything. He is very flirtatious and rude to she-cats, seeing them more as objects then a living cat. He enjoys flirting with the prettiest and more naive cats, even cats in a dark time in their life. He is cynical and has a dark perspective when it comes to viewing life. He’s a very good liar and is hardly caught as he’s about to keep track of his lies and stories. Born a city cat, Nickel was a thief and a manipulator who got younger cats to do his scavenging for him. The only time he fell in love was with Rose, both the cats were young and oblivious to the hardships they’d endure as both agreed to leave the city. The couple decided to leave in order to start a family. Rose was pregnant once but none of the kits survived, and in her second litter, only one survived. The couple named the kit, Klitch and raised him for a moon before they started to arguing and claw each other. Eventually, Nickel and Rose abandoned their son and went off to have a fresh start. Little did they know, their son was found by a patrol and taken to Sunclan where he became Brightmoss. Rose soon left Nickel for a stronger and young tom. Now alone, Nickel grew even more grim and bitter and traveled alone until he found Bluesmoke’s rogue band.
Ajax - 49 moons - blizzardsfang A small grey tabby tom with both black and dark brown stripes all over his body. While he is small he has very large claws. He has white from his nose down, his neck, his stomach, legs, and paws are all white. His left eye is completely yellow while his right eye is yellow with about a quarter of it being bright green. Ajax is a very cruel tom and don't let his size fool you, he is well known for his ability to fight. He is smart and uses his size to an advantage. His favorite thing to do is cause trouble and he has killed plenty of times in his long life. His anger is one to be feared as it is a fire that never stops burning once it is lit. He has a strong hatred for cats who think they're better than everyone else. Ajax was born as a kittypet but his twolegs threw him out and he was forced to live on the streets. He soon clawed his way through many cats and journeyed further to the forest where he lived for some time, always moving. He never wanted to be in one place for too long as he never wanted to develop friendships. He joined a group of rogues and eventually decided it was the right choice.
Olive - 43 moons- ♣️Quaill♣️ Olive is a medium-sized gray and white ragdoll cat. Her primary color, gray is a darkish almost blue color with her underbelly and muzzle being white. Her eyes are a distinct olive colored eyes, which is why she's named Olive. In some areas, the gray on her coat is a warmer color rather than a cooler making it less blue. Olive is generally very nice, at least only to those she's first met or who are above her in power and stature. Her power may not be in her battling abilities but rather in her manipulative behaviors. She continuously undermines and belittles others around her in order to make herself feel as if she has some control over a situation. She is absolutely condescending in every manner of the word and has a general creepy patience about her. Her tone is almost always continuously calm and sweet. Olive isn't a loyal cat, she can and will willingly switch sides to whoever fits her agenda and needs better. Her left ear tends to twitch a lot. Olive was raised as a stray cat in a loud and crowded twoleg's place. Her mother, Medalion, died when she was a kit and she hadn't ever met her father. Growing up alone, Olive had to figure out a way to survive. She eventually figured out how she could manipulate others around her who were weaker. After a long time spent roaming the streets, she left for the forest and has remained there since.
Babette - 40 moons - Morningglory A very short shecat with thick ginger and white fur. Her eyes are a lovely pale green. Babette is a flirty shecat and will flirt with nearly anyone. She can often be found up in trees- a miraculous feet considering her short legs- observing the world around her. She's the cat to go to for secrets because she always seems to know everything.
Dorian - 31 moons - MadFaith Dorian is a majestic cat. He has long black fur with a grey muzzle, chest and front paws. He has striking dark green eyes that always seem to hold malicious laughter. He is a massive tom, his thick fur only adding to his already large frame. His has been perfectly equipped to be a force to be reckoned with, large claws, muscular, and very intimidating. He has a deep voice, one that reverberated in your chest, and he likes to use it to it's full capability to scare others. Dorian is drawn to power, he is still a follower, but he will follow those with power. He is very much a coward, hiding behind others who have power and picking on those lower than him to give him more. He is very much a heartless cat, doing things that will only help himself, never thinking of others. He is a massive bully to the clan cats, relishing in the power Bluesmoke has given them over the clan.
Enigma - 35 moons - MadFaith Enigma is a very thin tomcat, he has some muscle but that is not his primary concern. He has a very light blueish grey pelt that darkens around his face and paws. He has very stunning light blue eyes. There is a saying about the eyes being the windows to the soul, but Enigma's curtains are drawn, he never lets anything show. Enigma is a very soft spoken tom with a very quick mind. He is very intelligent, choosing to think his way through problems verses muscling through them. He stands firm in what he believes and sees himself helping the rouges as morally right, seeing the clans as an evil group of cats, seeing them as a parasite that needs to be killed off. He has a very good heart, but it is misdirected. Enigma and his family were starving and they decided to hunt accidentally on SunClan territory, they were discovered and chased off of the land. The wounds his mother received from the scuffle ended up becoming infected and that mixed with starvation ended up killing her and all of his siblings, leaving him the sole survivor with a drive for vengeance.
Connie - 33 moons - Hawkeyes2581 Connie has light gray tabby fur with amberish orange colored eyes. She is smaller than usual and has a slim looking build. She has some white on her mouth and some black on the tip of her tail. Connie is a loyal and dependable cat. She is a lot smarter than she looks. Despite her size, Connie is a fierce fighter. She gets pushed around by the others but puts up with it. She has a few trust issues and is known to bottle up her emotions. Connie is a dreamer and wants more in her life. Unlike the others, she has a heart and hates to see cats suffer. Connie is scared of dogs and small spaces. She loves to eat mice and birds and likes to play if you can believe it. Connie was born and raised in the streets. Along the way, she was attacked by these two cats and cornered in an alley. The two cats were about to leap until Bluesmoke jumped in and fought them off. After that, Connie thanked Bluesmoke and agreed to be apart of his group in order to be safe. Connie secretly likes the idea of clan life and likes to hear them talk about their traditions.
Apprentices:
Nettle - 9 moons- ♣️Quaill♣️ Nettle is a long-furred dark gray, brown and smokey brown coloring. She resembles a smokey angora cat, with her markings. She has long legs with a sleek and agile build. She also has golden eyes and tall ears. Nettle is a feisty kit. Her independent attitude can get her easily into trouble. She is highly excitable too and enjoys exploring the camp she's been confounded too. She is constantly asking questions and curious over just about anything and everything. Nettle is also very stubborn and temperamental. She wants things done the way she's planned them out and if not, then she becomes harsh with her words or rather, very verbally hostile.
Puddle - 9 Moons - Morningglory Puddle doesn't seem to resemble her mother in the slightest. Where as Twist is darker in color, Puddle is a very soft, almost pastel colored she-cat. Her base fur is a creamy white, and splashed around in it clumsy patches are a very light blue. These splashes are all over her body, though a large one lays over both of her eyes and forehead. Her underbelly is all white, and so are her ears. She has little pink nose and a fluffy tail. She has dark blue eyes that are tinted with grey. Puddle is the runt of the litter, born into a family with many siblings it would be only apparent that not all of them would get equal growth. She is much smaller and frailer than the rest of her siblings, but with work can develop into a healthy cat. Where Puddle suffers is with her cognitive ability. Puddle is not very smart, and she doesn't understand social boundaries or the small do's and don'ts of life. She has a beautiful mind, but it is sadly hindered by her disability. Puddle is very creative, and incredibly sweet. She can appear more shy and reserved, though when excited she is the most excited cat you could ever meet. She is incredibly dependent on her family to help her through everything, because on her own Puddle is hardly able to take care of herself. Puddle feels emotions on another wave length than most cats, meaning that when she's happy she is very happy, but when she is frustrated she is extremely so. Though never being able to bring herself to harm someone, when she is puzzled or feels inadequate she will go into a screaming fit and refuse to do anything. The little cat does not speak much, though she is able to comprehend and respond when needed. Though she rarely talks she is very expressive with her facial features and body language. Puddle is a follower by nature, doing anything and everything her siblings to, no matter how in danger it puts her.
Rain - 9 moons - Hawkeyes2581 Rain has blue gray fur with some silver around his face and muzzle. He has bright amber eyes and a average looking build. He appears skinny but will grow into his body. Rain is a calm and laid back tom. He isn't the type to worry, and goes with the flow. Rain is pretty smart and likes to learn new things. He likes to observe the world around him. He loves to swim and adores the rain. He can be a little sarcastic and likes to come up with witty one liners. Rain will listen to your problems and offer his best advice.
Silence- 9 moons - Blizzardfang A blue-gray shecat with bright green eyes. She has large ears and long legs built for running. Silence is mute but is finding ways to communicate outside her disability. Sweet and gentle, Silence loves interacting with her friends, even though it's hard to communicate. Being incredibly shy thanks to her inability to speak, it's hard for her to interact with new cats but once she's friends with someone she opens up and shows her true intelligent, funny, and adventurous personality. She loves listening to others as they talk- whether it's a story of the past or tidbits of their day. Despite her bubbly personality, sometimes Silence needs time to herself to recharge from interaction so she'll retreat to one of her many secret hiding places for a while.
Yew - 9 moons - MadFaith Yew has the beginning stages of longer fur, but as a kitten, it just looks like she is perpetually scared, her fur standing up in all directions. She has copper fur then darkens on her back and along a strip that runs down her tail and up to her head, the stripe fading into tabby stripes on her forehead. The fur on her chest and muzzle lightens slightly into more of a ginger. She has brilliant green eyes, ones that seem to hold so much within just one glance. Although she looks like her mother, Yew takes after her father when it comes to what’s inside, presenting almost psychopathic tendencies. She is very cold and calculating, thinking out every action, and she has a very sharp mind, taking in knowledge like a sponge. She is not terribly talkative unless she chooses to be, and is quite the observer, very aware of what happens around her. She is fantastic at acting and can play the part of the flirtatious, secretive and mysterious she-cat, often trying to find different ways to manipulate others.
Mothers:
Carrotleaf - 48 moons - Morningglory Small, sleek, ginger shecat with white paws and tail-tip. Her big, round eyes are a lovely sea-green. Carrotleaf's back, left leg is severely twisted due to a birth defect. Friendly and energetic, she loves to chat with her clanmates and is hardly short on friends although she chooses to only be close to a few. She doesn't know when to stay quiet sometimes which can lead to arguments with her clanmates. Being liked it vital to her, and as such, she tends to avoid controversial topics in conversation, however, when she does decide to put her (admittedly minimal) weight behind a cause, not even the leader can sway her. _ loves to be the center of attention and thrives in social situations. She strongly dislikes being alone, and as a result, can usually be found wherever the action is. Though kind, she can be over-excitable and a bit nosy; still, her friends see her excitement as rather charming, and she possosses the unique ability to keep conversation going with even the most reluctant interlocutor. Blessed with a quick wit, Carrotleaf is an excellent liar. She can be haughty at times and a bit of a bully when offended by someone. Carrotleaf was born with a birth defect causing her back leg to be twisted and unusable. Through practice over the course of her life, she has managed to be able to walk with it but has to move slowly. She was unable to become a warrior so she decided to be a queen even without kits of her own. The Queen taught her all the herbs and practices for kitting and taking care of queens, while her mother taught her how to take care of kits so she uses this information to help her clanmates with their families.
Slenderoak - 41 moons - Fortunata A slender Abyssinian with sleek fur. She has rather large ears and her nose is dark red. Her eyes are a burning orange. Her fur is a dirty grey with a cream color that goes from her muzzle down to her chest. She has cream markings around her eyes. Her underbelly and shoulders as well as the rest of her chest turns into a light orange. Her legs are cream and orange down to her paws as they become cream colored. Her tail is long and grey with the colors growing darker half way to the tip. An elegant she-cat with a witty tongue. She is quite brave to the point of recklessness as she never seems to fear death, rather she believes that it’s apart of life and nothing less. She is very imaginative as she enjoys telling and making up stories to kits and young apprentices. Storytelling and being persuasive is her greatest strength as her voice is soothing and trusting. She’s also known to hum. She likes to go out and explore the territory, looking for hidden nook and crannies. She has a fascination for insects as she can name them all and describe their nature. She was named after her mother’s older sister Oak who died protecting Creek who was pregnant at the time, from a coyote attack. Her mother was a sickly cat who died shortly after Slenderoak was born. Her father would always tell her stories and fill her head with ideas until he died in the avalanche.
Raincloud - 35 moons- Blizzardsfang Raincloud is a Russian blue cat with a very fluffy tail. Even her nose is blue and matches her fur. Her ears are a bit bigger than normal but don't look odd against her head. The fur underneath her eyes is a bit lighter than the rest of her. Raincloud is an average sized cat but her paws are a bit smaller than normal. Her voice is very soothing when she speaks. Her eyes are a mixture of green and blue and come out as a sort of aqua. Raincloud is a very brave cat who is never afraid to stick up for the cats around her. She won't just sit back and watch as a cat is bullied and she will help whenever she can. Both a fatal flaw and a blessing she has little fear and is never afraid to jump into danger to save her friends. Overall she tries her hardest to be optimistic and isn't afraid to let cats know when they're being jerks. She doesn't care what a cat has done she believes everyone deserves a second chance and she hates when cats are ganged up on. She has a bit of an attitude when the wrong buttons are pushed but she does her best to be kind to those around her.
Fallowberry - 29 moons - Wildwatcher Fallowberry is an average sized she-cat with thin, sleek fur. Her pelt is a sandy yellow, with darker tabby marks echoed across her back. Her wide eyes are a frost colored blue. She isn't big and imposing, but she isn't small either, aside from being a couple weeks pregnant with kits. Fallowberry is a very independent she-cat. She's been through a lot, and doesn't like to get close to cats. She's polite and minds her manners, but tends to stay to herself unless acted on by another force. She plans to raise her kits as independent as well, and doesn't seem to have that 'motherly instinct' quite yet. In general, she's a well-mannered cat who just prefers the company of herself to others. Born in the tribe. Fallowberry fell in love with Thornstem the moment she met him, and soon after they became mates. The night she planned on announcing her kits to him, he went out to hunt and never returned. A couple of days later, the tribe found he'd been killed by a fox. Fallowberry, an already guarded cat, shut herself off and decided life was better with no one to lose. She now keeps a respectful distance from others, and plans to honor her mate's loss by being the best mother she can be to her kits.
Cherryleaf - 18 moons - Blizzardsfang Cherryleaf is a very small orange and white she-cat. She is very pretty but would never admit to it. She has a triangle of white on her face the large part being her cheeks and jaw and the top being the middle of her forehead. The bottom half of her body is all white while the top half is light orange. Her tail is striped with both orange and white. Her eyes are a very light brown and her nose is a bubblegum pink color. She has a very sweet sounding voice and she doesn't have much muscle. Cherryleaf is a very shy cat and often times she gets jumpy when cats talk to her. She thinks that others don't want to talk to her and she gets very anxious when they do. She questions why anyone would want to talk to her. She is also naïve and wants to believe that the world is all black and white and that everyone has good intentions. She gets her feelings hurt very easily as well. Once she finally opens up to a cat she becomes very fun loving and just wants to enjoy life. She has a big imagination and she can get very lonely but is much too shy to open up and make friends.
Kits:
Batkit - 3 moons - Blizzardsfang A black Oriental Shorthair with a long slender body and large ears. She is a spitting image of her father and even has his exceptionally long tail. Her ears sit large upon her head and her eyes are a beautiful green with an inner yellow ring around her pupil. She is a bit smaller than most cats but she never seems to care about her size. Batkit is an extremely outgoing she-cat who is never afraid to speak her mind even if it means getting backlash from those around her. She is curious and is never afraid to ask questions even if they sometimes seem a bit...odd. She has a horrible habit of pushing herself into conversations even if the cat obviously doesn't want to speak with her. She is persistent and when she wants something she will do anything and everything to get it. She hates when she is dismissed and will often times turn into a raging tiny ball of fury if she is ignored enough. While she has quite a temper she is fiercely loyal to those who have earned her trust. She puts on quite a front yet she has a huge fear of heights and will avoid climbing trees if she can. She also hates water but it isn't as bad as her fear of heights. She loves her family dearly but she has always noticed something off and she is more observant than she seems. Batkit was born of a forbidden relationship between her mother and the medicine cat, Gracklefur. She was raised believing her father was Oakheart.
Oriolekit - 3 moons - Quailly A redpoint siamese, like her mother with cream fur and a red tail tip, socks and of course siamese point on her muzzle. She has green eyes with a strong build and the promise of being a brilliant warrior just like her brother. She looks very much like her mother besides her build and eye color. Oriolekit is a quiet kit, most times keeping to herself. She is determined and independent, even at a young age she has an instinct to do things herself. She believes others must earn her respect just like she must earn theirs. She has a fierce personality and has high hopes and dreams for herself.
Pantherkit - 3 moons - Anti Sanji The tom is very lean with a long tail and short fur that is easy to groom. His pelt is all black and he has intense aqua eyes that resembles his mother's. Pantherkit is the type of tom who becomes over protective with the ones he loves. He gets hot tempered if anyone starts messing with his sisters or mother thinking he needs to protect them from any dangers. He is quite sensible, not allowing his siblings to go out alone or tries to stick to the rules. His responsible personality makes him a bit of a stick in the mud and hesitates to play games.
Pumakit - 3 moons - Morningglory A skinny, lean, and tall tom with a long thin tail and large ears. He has brown fur and big yellow eyes. Pumakit is a bit of a nervous young cat who thrives on routine and consistency. Though he is often plagued by anxious thoughts, he is also a highly-accomplished fighter for his age and performs better than ever in stressful situations. he tends to be too much of a rule-follower to fit the fancy of his older clanmates, but he has a few, close friends whom he loves absolutely, and he loves to show off his unexpected wit to those who will listen. he has a deep love for music and will often wake up at dawn to hear the birds singing in the trees or stay up late to hear the crickets.
Skunkkit - 3 moons - Fortunata A skinny white and black patched cat with long legs. Like her father, she has a long thin tail and large ears. Her eyes are dark grey. She is polydactyl, meaning she has six toes on each paw. A typically kind and sweet cat who enjoys tagging along with friends. She gets uncomfortable when alone and becomes panicked until she can find someone to relax with. She’s insecure about her extra toes and tries to make them go unnoticed when talking to others. She loves following her sister, Batkit around as she admires her spunk and adventurous spirit.
Stemkit - 3 moons - Wildwatcher Stemkit is a brown tabby tom with bright green eyes. Though young, he is tall and strong in his build, cluing in that he'll one day be a strong warrior. His fur is thin and sleek, like his mothers, though in appearance he looks identical to his father. Stemkit is far from well-mannered like his mother. He is wild and careless, hardly ever thinking about consequences. He's fiercely loyal to his family and friends, but often does more harm than good. He means well, most of the time, as he can be a bit of a prankster. He's light-headed and in the clouds, much like his late father, Thornstem. He doesn't seem to ever take much seriously, much to his mother's dismay.
Elders:
Tinyfire - 97 moons - Morningglory Tinyfire is a tiny white shecat with fluffy white fur. She has two ginger points: her tail and her left her. Her long, delicate face hosts a slender muzzle and a pair of bright green eyes. She is easily one of the smallest cats in the clan, no bigger than an apprentice. Though undeniably pretty, Tinyfire could care less about her looks. She is energetic and not afraid to get dirty. Tinyfire is relaxed and careful but has a tenancy to be impulsive, especially when she believes in something important. Though she tries to think situations through before acting, she is driven strongly by her heart which can cause her to make rash decisions that sometimes turn out bad in the end. She finds making friends to be a fun and easy task due to her love of laughter and natural kindness. She is excellent at comforting others but leaves no comfort for herself, leading her to fixate on small issues in her character. She is a very kind friend who cares deeply about others, but she sometimes struggles to understand boundaries in her quest to help her friends—this can cause her to insult them when all she meant to do was help. Tiny lived the normal tribe life; she hunted for the tribe, had a mate, and a family. Not long after the birth of her only daughter- named Fire after Tiny's mom, she adopted another tom, son of the King and Queen. His mother died and father denied him. He wasn't likely to last through the night but she managed to keep him alive by nursing and licking his fur backwards all night to increase his strength. He survived and she raised him as her son, naming him Owl. When they became a clan, she took the name Tinyfire in honor of her daughter who died in the avalanche.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 0:29:38 GMT -5
Allegiances
Outsiders:
Owlstar - 72 moons - Morningglory Large, thick-furred silver-gray tom with white flecks scattered throughout his pelt and dark points. His eyes are a lovely deep green like the forest just before nightfall. His left ear is crooked which has caused him to be deaf in that ear since birth. He has a long, feathery tail that tends to get in the way. Despite his auditory difficulties, he is rambunctious, energetic, and blessed with a quick wit. He loves to explore new places. He is an intelligent tom with a knack for strategy and tracking. He has a strong desire to always be learning something new. Always making sure his family and friends are safe and happy, he is cheerful, optimistic, and hardworking. He is a social tom, and though he abhors small talk, it isn't hard to keep him chatting for hours. He is the only surviving son of Weasel and Aspen. The difficult kitting had left Weasel with a dead mate, three stillborns, and a tiny son who wasn't likely to last the night. If it wasn't for a young mother named Tiny, who took pity on the kit, Weasel would have abandoned the kit to the cold and Owl would not have survived. Tiny stayed up all night to ensure Owl would survive. Weasel broke tradition and allowed the shecat to name the son he didn't wanted. She named him Owl after an owl whose hotting was a constant for her the night he was born. She continued to raise him alongside her own daughter and convinced the reluctant Weasel to train young Owl into his rightful place as Heir. To this day, Owl resents his father's hatred towards him and views Tiny and her mate as his true parents.
Karma - 31 moons - AntiSanji An elegant looking she-cat with lovely soft and fluffy fur. Her chest and muzzle to between her nose is white. She has dark brown and light brown mixed together on the rest of the pelt while her eyes are a golden amber. Karma is someone who enjoys messing with tom's heads by flirting with them and ditching them for another tom the next day. She has a voice like honey and knows how to wrap them around her paw. She might use them for her own needs such as catching prey or something else. All the information she gains from other cats she might use against others and loves to gossip about others. It wouldn't be a surprise if she is seen between a fight and just watching for amusement. Karma used to live with her two twolegs who left her on the side of the road and never came back. She became insecure about herself so knew that making others feel bad would help her self esteem. She now lives in the tunnel underneath the thunder path and hopes to stay there for a long time.
Dustpaw - 9 moons - Blizzardsfang A handsome siamese tom with dark cream colored fur over most parts of his body. The outer portions of his face are dark brown and turn to black the inner they go and his ears, paws, and tail are all black with hints of dark brown within them. His shoulders are a burnt brown color. His stomach is a lighter version of the rest of his fur and almost appears white if seen from a glance. His eyes are beautiful deep blue pools that go darker towards the top of his irises. His tail is crooked from being hit by a monster and healing incorrectly. His voice is often times soft and gentle but he can be intimidating when he needs to be though it is rare for him to raise his voice even when angry. Dustpaw began as a gentle tom who hid himself in silence. After watching his sister time and time again stick up for him he decided he would be able to stand up for his friends no matter what. He is determined to prove himself as a valuable cat and that he is more than just his parents. He is good at handling when cats are cruel to him but when cats are violent in any way to his family or friends he is a force to be reckoned with. Dustpaw was born in Lightningclan where he was constantly bullied for his father being the well known murderer, Crowface. It took a toll on him and his siblings and even his mother. Another cat, Drizzlepaw, was the worst of them all and no matter what he was being hateful to Dustpaw. After six moons of dealing with the tom the apprentices were out near the Thunderpath and Drizzlepaw began being cruel to Dustpaws friend, Brookpaw. The two toms argued and Dustpaw attacked him, finally tired of everything he had gone through. A monster struck the two and Dustpaw was only hurt in his tail, Drizzlepaw died. This pushed the apprentice to his limits and he ran, knowing everyone would call him a murderer. He then found his father and began working towards joining Sunclan.
Starclan:
Wren - 58 moons- Morningglory Wren is a long-legged she-cat with a tabby pelt in a shade somewhere between brown and ginger. A pair of large, gently sloped eyes sit above a long, narrow muzzle and a delicate, pink nose. Her left eye is a brilliant corn-flower blue and the other eye is gray like ice on a lake. Due to her main coon heritage, Wren's fur is incredibly thick. She spends quite some time grooming it to keep it looking nice. Wren is a hard cat to read, constantly caught between the impression given to others by her graceful looks and her true inner childishness. She is about as energetic and naive as they come, always up for the next adventure. Wren is quite the social butterfly, and, although she abhors small talk, it isn't hard to get her chatting for hours—provided the topic is of interest to her. She tends to be blunt and will say what's on her mind without regard to the feelings of those around her and doesn't always understand why others get upset as a result. To her, honesty is always the best policy, and as such, she is incredibly trustworthy. Wren's voice is a low-alto sound like the low hum of a bee. She has a hard time pronouncing the letter "r" and some vowel sounds which leads them to sound very exaggerated. Wren was the last Queen before the tribe became a clan. Cause of death: Avalanche
Boar - 15 moons - Morningglory Boar is a large tom with a strong and broad build. His fur is a mix of different shades of brown and has a white splash on his belly. His eyes are a rich, dark amber color and sit above a short muzzle. He is proud of his size and see himself as a hero as his strength gives him advantages in fights. He is proud- but not arrogant- and very noble. He is very clumsy due to his massive paws. Boar is tough and ambitious, always showing off for others. Though confident, he is clumsy and doesn’t know when to stay quiet but things, especially when it comes to his opinion on things. He is a courageous, loyal tom who can be quite the spit-fire when riled up. He is generally even-tempered unless he feels insulted. Though his disproportionately large paws and clumsiness keep him from being a skilled warrior, he puts a valiant effort into everything he does. His top skills rest in battle, making him a fierce and confident warrior. But he finds hunting a little more difficult due to his large frame. Cause of death: Avalanche
Reed - 112 moons - Cloudchaser Reed is a large, tabby brown tom. His pelt is covered with scars and he is missing his left eye. Reed's pelt is a mess of long, short and bald patches, with some areas of his belly slightly matted into clumps where he spend so much time in his nest. His right eye used to be orange but has enlarged and paled as he has lost sight and his once strong body now leans to one side due to hip problems. Despite the state he is in, his size and rough, booming voice makes him pretty intimidating. Reed used to be a proud and strong Fighter but age has made him intolerant and rude. He hates how the tribe has become a clan so refuses to take a clan name or refer to his clan mates by their new names. The old tom spends a lot of his time now grumbling about the changes and pretty much anything he can think of. On a rare good day, he may visit the kits or apprentices and tell them old stories and the tribes history - partly because he wants to stop the young forgetting their roots and also because he secretly enjoys the change of company. To those he is close to he will show sympathy and try to comfort them if they are in distress. His mate, Sage, died many moons ago and they never had kits. He and Tinyfire get along really well. Reed had a good life as a fighter and was an Officer for a while until he retired to an elder. His mate, who was also a fighter, was killed by a fox in battle. Although the loss effected him greatly he knew she would only be happy if she died defending her clan. He still talks to her as if she was there when no one else is around. Cause of death: Old age/Illness
Grassyeyes - 33 moons - Quaill Grassyeyes is a short, slender she-cat with a smooth and sleek build. Her eyes are a yellow-green color. She is a Bombay cat, with a dark black pelt and medium length fur. Her left ear has a notch in it from a training accident as an apprentice. Grassyeyes a fairly naive and childish she-cat. She enjoys her friend's company but is often stubborn. Easily flattered and trusting, Grassyeyes believes everyone deserves another chance and there is some good in everybody. It isn't an all bad idea except for how wrong she can be, ignoring her gut feelings and letting false judgment take over. She is very kind and caring to just about everyone. However, she is also highly emotional. Grassyeyes doesn't handle stress as well as she could either. Being emotional means she prone to overreacting in certain situations. She was born in the tribe. Her parents were named Cliff and Red. Red left the tribe shortly after Cliff died of a sickness. She took Grassyeyes' littermate, Stone with her. Grassyeyes got over it quickly. Though she still harbors feelings of being unwanted since her mother didn't take her along. Perhaps its why she jumps on any chance of someone liking her. Cause of death: Murdered by Bluesmoke in Dark Pines
Twist - 34 moons - Mornigglory Twist is a small, lithe reddish brown and black she-cat with dark red and black stripes on her tail, and spots on her back and face. Her eyes are different colors. One is a golden color and the other is a very light ice blue color. She has a white underbelly and white toes, and a fluffy tail. She is sassy, secretive, seductive, and mysterious, not to mention cold, calculating, and alert. She's observant and a natural born leader. Haughty and arrogant, Twist knows she's pretty and knows exactly how to use that to her advantage; she's even been known to use her power to get her way. She is intelligent and quick-witted which helps when enacting her malicious plans. Although never front and center in the gossip chain, she somehow finds a way to know everything going on and, if crossed- which isn't too hard to do- will spit out embarrassing information about anyone who crossed her. She's very particular, always wanting everything done correctly and will be the first to point out even the smallest fault. She came to the clan, weak and ill so Owlstar took her in. She knows he doesn't seem to trust her and is determined to change his mind. Cause of death: Murdered by Bluesmoke
Wheatpaw - 13 moons - Cactusbloom Wheatpaw is a long furred, light golden shecat with darker golden stripes sketching through her fur. /she has a white chest, underbelly, toes, and muzzle, as well as a distinctive white splash over her left eye. She is a rather pretty shecat who tries her best to keep her fur as clean as possible but, because it is so thick, it often gets knotted, and littered with leaves or twigs. She has vibrant green eyes, just like her mother. Wheatpaw is a sweet little cat, with lots of energy and big ideas. She is fairly young but has great enthusiasm for her training. It takes a lot to make Wheatpaw angry, as worries roll off her like water on a duck's back. She is quick to forgive, and in all fairness this is her down fall. Wheatpaw levels all life on an equal playing field, she believes that anything, no matter how big or small, is capable of understanding the lie around them and believes that everyone as a reason to live. This can make her a detriment when it comes to a number of things as she lacks the conviction to fight and gets teary--eyed when forced to hunt. She feels that everything can feel pain and the thought of putting an animal through pain, even if it's to feed her clanmates, is wrong. she freezes in battle situations, not so much as raising a claw against an enemy. Cause of death: Rogue battle
Blossomthorn - 44 moons - Blizzardsfang Blossomthorn is a dark brown tabby she-cat with thick black stripes. Her fur is a bit fluffier than her brothers but it is still considered short. The fur on her chest is a bit longer than the fur on the rest of her body. She has tints of orange on her face and her muzzle and a stripe going up it is orange. She has grass green eyes with a thin outer ring of light brown. She is a bit smaller than the average cat size but she doesn't let it bother her too much. She is very soft spoken and sometimes cats have to ask her to speak up. Blossomthorn shows the deserved respect to the cats around her and she always let's others speak first. She doesn't like to do things if she thinks she will get hurt and she has little ambition, unlike her brother. She does get very curious at times and wants to go explore by herself as she spends a lot of her time on her own. Often times she doesn't tell the truth when cats ask her questions as she has little to no trust of anyone but her brother. She believes she will be let down in the end and she puts a shell around herself mentally so that she doesn't get close to others. She has trouble controlling her emotions and she is a fairly unstable cat. She keeps to herself most of the time. Cause of death: Rogue battle
Mouse - 9 moons - Fortunata A slender blue gray tom with hazel eyes. A logical thinker who doesn't really talk until he's thoroughly thought his comment through. He is very mellow and doesn’t see reason to start unnecessary fights. He’ll simple state his opinion and leave it there, he isn’t one for debating. Cause of death: Rogue battle
Larkfeather - 18 Moons - thenovice Larkfeather is a slender, long-furred silver and black she-cat with icy blue eyes. Her pelt blended well with the mountains she formerly called home. She carries herself with confidence, something she knows is important to be a good warrior. That confidence is in everything she does, posture, voice, and even the way she eats. She is not, however, arrogant contrary to what most of her clanmates probably believe. Her claws are always kept sharp and ready to go to defend her clanmates. Larkfeather is a bit of a trouble maker. She doesn't seem to have much care for the rules of the new clan life style and is under the impression that respect needs to be earned. Although ambitious, she isn't ruthless and works hard. She values a clanmate who she feels does their part. Even though she isn't too careful of the clan's rules, ones that she sets for herself she would die by, making her an incredibly loyal friend if you earn it. Her mother, Twilight, had been born on the plains and named her after her favorite songbird from there. Spark, her father, had died from illness while the clan was travelling to their next home. Cause of death: Rogue battle
Ploverheart - 32 moons - Quail Ploverheart, named after the bird found among the beaches near the ocean where she was born, is a sleek small-sized stocky she-cat with a cream white colored underbelly and a saturated dark chestnut brown top. She has markings of black specifically along her nose and up her forehead and along her neck as if to be a necklace with small flecks scattered throughout her pelt. She has big round brown eyes and fairly short fur. Ploverheart is a freespirit, enjoying her time among the long forest trees and remembering her time by the ocean. The she-cat is adventurous and often feels confined by the clans ideals and tradition. Ploverheart has never been satisfied in her life, and if she was, she doesn't remember. The young warrior is bound to her ambitions and always wants more out of life and out of the world. She wants to see every inch of the territory then more. Perhaps its the constant movement she has faced throughout her life that gives her this feeling. Ploverheart tends to daydream and wonder about new places and areas, as well she often wanders from camp without much reason but returns soon after her leave. Ploverheart is a kind but temperamental cat. She loves and cares for those around her but will not put up with those testing her abilities or limits, generally she does stupid things to impress others around her, especially if she has a crush on them. Ploverheart is highly energetic as well as curious. She has an odd habit of sitting on her tail. Ploverheart was born around the time when the tribe had moved toward the ocean. Her father named her after the plover birds who lived along the area. Her mother died during her birth and father passed on of sickness. Ploverheart has always had a knack for adventure and got into plenty of trouble as a kit and apprentice. Even now, though more responsible, the she-cat will continue to pester and attempt to persuade her clanmates to go on oddly timed 'patrols' with her. Cause of death: Rogue battle
Branchtail - 94 moons - ♣️Quaill♣️ Branchtail is a long sleek she-cat, she is fairly small with a long and oddly bent tail. She's gone blind in her left eye from a previous injury as well. Branchtail is a thin-haired gray-brown Peterbald she-cat. She has long legs and a long face with yellow-green eyes. Branchtail is a pessimistic and cynical she-cat with a generally grumpy and snarky attitude. She often carries a stoic tone and dull facial expression, She isn't much for interaction with clanmates either. Often enough she is just quiet and angry, silently judging their every move with her warm colored yet cold souled gaze. Inwardly, she is in denial of her past, failing to ever mention it and if it is asked about she disregards it or becomes defensive and denying, particularly of her kit's deaths. Born in the Swamp, as Branchtail grew up she was a fairly normal she-cat. She wasn't as angry or generally pessimistic as she is now. However, as an apprentice, her mother was killed of sickness, she was grief stricken as the two of them had been very close. After that, Branchtail, or Branch at the time was much more reserved. Eventually, she found a mate who bitterly left her and the tribe after a not so well played out argument. She became a bitter and pregnant she-cat, eventually giving birth to two kits around the time they'd moved to the forest. Sadly both died. One because she was too weak and the other became sick, leaving Branchtail to become alone and secluded, Attempting to outcast herself from her clan. Cause of death: Illness
Wolfhowl - 27 moons - MadFaith Wolfhowl is a very tall tom thanks to his long legs and the added height of his larger than average ears. He has a dark brown, almost black pelt covering his face, head, back, and tail but it lightens significantly as it reaches his underbelly and legs, turning into more of an off-white colour. There are faint tabby stripes visible on his face and back if you look close enough, much more obvious against the lighter fur on his stomach and legs. He has longer fur and vivid green eyes, a stark contrast to his dark face. Wolfhowl is a regal tom and he knows it, he loves attention and is a fantastic actor, knowing how to manipulate others to get what he wants. He often spends time around she-cats flirting and doing his best to make them laugh, but deep down he is really a terribly insecure cat, scared that he is only liked because of the way he looks. He acts like an extrovert, but he is in truth an introvert, large crowds terrify him. Cause of death: Rogue battle
Oriolecry - 46 Moons - MadFaith Oriolecry takes after his mother, or so he's been told, something he doesn't like hearing. He isn't a terribly muscular, but he is also not nearly as lithe and long-legged as his father or Mintshadow, he's pretty average. Oriolecry's pelt is sandy brown with dark brown spots running along his back and around to his underbelly, the rest of his fur covered by thick stripes. His most prominent features are his eyes, they look like molten gold, and seem to glow under any light, something he inherited from his mother. Although Cobramask did his best to raise his kits, the lack of a motherly figure has greatly affected Oriolecry's personality. Oriolecry is known as being a fairly unpleasant sharp-tongued tom. The tom's firey temper paired with his impulsive behavior makes him quite the wildcard in the crowd. He will look out for his family, but places his wellbeing and wants at the top of his priority list, he will often only do something if there is something in it for him, which makes him very easy prey for cats who are smart enough to play into this weakness. He follows the warrior code to an extent, not truly believing in StarClan and often finding some of the clan's traditions meaningless. He believes all she-cat (except his sisters of course) are cold-hearted and unfaithful, willing to leave him in the dust and move onto something better, so he really isn't interested. Being seen as imperfect and being cast to the side does a lot of trauma to a kit's heart, because of the abandonment of his mother Petal, Oriolecry has hardened his heart to anyone except his family, not wanting to get hurt again. Missing the motherly figure has twisted Oriolecry, he might have had the chance of being a very friendly tom. Cause of death: Rogue battle
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 0:30:08 GMT -5
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 0:30:32 GMT -5
TriviaThis will consist of fun information about the tribe/clan including tribe ranks, previous locations, etc..
Tribe Ranks
Leadership: Queen had all the powers and responsibilities of a medicine cat. The King had all the responsibilities of a clan leader and deputy combined. He was the head of the Guard which means he was in charge of the physical well-being of the tribe. Both lead together as a united front where she was the spiritual leader and he was like a chieftain. They combined their expertise to make decisions for the tribe.
The Guard: Fighters- in charge of protecting the tribe. Larger, muscular cats. Hunters- in charge of feeding the tribe. Leaner cats. Officers- There was one Officer for each group. They had the responsibilities of a deputy in which they kept the Guard running smoothly. They were one rank below the King and always older cats. They were elected into place by voting.
Little Foots: LittleFoots trained most extensively for their role in the Guard although they did have to take a few lessons with the other group. Fighters learned how to protect the clan at all costs. They even had things like trust exercises to learn how to work as a team. Hunters learned how to provide food for the tribe. The first prey caught is ceremonially given to their Advisor in thanks.
Mothers and Kits: Any female with kits not yet weaned. Mothers were relieved from duty until their kits began training around five moons. First time mothers were celebrated with a feast upon announcement of their pregnancy.
Wise-Ones: The elders of the tribe. Their duties are simply to keep the history of the tribe alive by telling stories to younger cats.
Previous locations This is important to know when naming cats because for the most part, most cats in each generation are named with things from where they lived at the time. This will be ordered from most recent to older places and will be listed in regards to current ages of cats who were born there.
9 moons and younger: born in Sunclan 10-22 moons: born in mountains 23-35 moons: born by ocean near stormclan and lightningclan 36-48 moons: born in a gorge 49-61: born in the plains 62-74: born in the forest 74-86: born in the desert 87-99: born in underground cave system 99-111: born in swamp 111-123: born beside a lake Owlstar's Lives
1. Acceptance- Granted by his sister Fire 2. Certainty- Granted by Echo 3. Endurance- Granted by Apple 4. Faith- Granted by his son Boar 5. Happiness- Granted by his mate Wren 6. Resilience- Granted by Blizzardstar 7. Nobility- Granted by Lightstar 8. Trust- Granted by Pine 9. Honoring Old Traitions- Granted by his father Weasel ◆◆◆ Art Canyonpaw- Quail Ploverheart, Hailstorm, and Larkpaw- Quail
Gracklefur and Raincloud- Quail
Gracklefur- Fortunata
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 0:30:48 GMT -5
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 0:31:00 GMT -5
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 0:31:13 GMT -5
one more
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 0:31:25 GMT -5
annnnnd we're open!!!!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 0:37:24 GMT -5
(*kicks down door* Could I reserve the med cat post? I’ll send my form tomorrow thou if that’s cool.)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 0:38:06 GMT -5
sure! -fixes door- we like this door, let's leave it up lol)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 0:38:35 GMT -5
(Cool thanks ^^ )
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Aug 26, 2018 0:44:56 GMT -5
*Flies in* I shall create my kitties!)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 0:45:43 GMT -5
I won't be around to accept them till tomorrow. Tis bed time )
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 0:57:47 GMT -5
*coughs loudly* Oh sorry lol)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 11:12:26 GMT -5
Good morning! I'm so excited for this page!)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Aug 26, 2018 11:50:30 GMT -5
(Do Sunclan cats have a certain build or common fur color?)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 11:53:35 GMT -5
Not really. I would say they're probably fairly tall and most may be a bit stockier but because they've moved so much and outside cats have joined throughout their travels, they're pretty diverse. They were never really in one place long enough to genetically adapt)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Aug 26, 2018 11:56:17 GMT -5
(All right just wanted to check )
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 11:57:07 GMT -5
I’m at church so can’t rp until afterwards which is an hour)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 11:57:33 GMT -5
Okie dokie! I'm adding characters and fixing typos in the page)
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 11:58:17 GMT -5
Oh so I have a discord server for Rainclan. Would you guys like one for here too?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2018 11:59:32 GMT -5
I need to find my discord account before answering that XD)
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Post by sunni on Aug 26, 2018 11:59:39 GMT -5
If i try to be active here can I join 😌 lol i think I'll be on more as the school year starts cause of homework breaks lol ))
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Aug 26, 2018 12:00:23 GMT -5
Of course Sunni!)
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Post by sunni on Aug 26, 2018 12:12:57 GMT -5
Yay! I think I'll just join with wren over here, and have her name be after owlstar's past mate, if that's okay))
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