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"What is to give light must endure burning."

♀ - - { Cloverrose } -- { Warrior } - -

A small she-cat that is slightly sensitive about her height when compared to her fellow warriors, Cloverrose is a lithe little she-cat with a cream-colored pelt. Her silky and sleek fur is marked by light brown tabby markings that coarse through her body and form an elegant marble pattern. Cloverrose’s long tail is marked by light brown rings, the same shade as her tabby markings, and her petite paws and chest are cream. Like the common plant for which she was named by her mother, Cloverrose has forest green eyes that may remind those looking into them of newleaf which is, coincidentally enough, her favorite season. The suffix of her warrior name may come from her surprisingly pink nose. In terms of her size, Cloverrose is smaller than the average warrior though not overly so. Still, it leaves her slightly self-conscious because it leaves her physically somewhat weak if compared to the other warriors. As a result, in battles and hunting she focuses most on her speed and stamina over bulkiness and strength. Typically, Cloverrose is a quick-learner and a rather friendly and light-hearted she-cat with an optimistic outlook on life. She enjoys socializing with others and making new friends, always trying to be polite and chivalrous to everyone. Even if another were to wrong her in any way that may anger, disappoint, or sadden her, Cloverrose would treat them the same as she usually would the next time the two crossed paths, for she’s the kind of cat who doesn’t just give second chances, but third chances, fourth chances, and so on. Many would consider her far too naive for her own good. Still, she is somewhat insensitive towards the feelings of others and also gets bored easily. As a result, this she-cat typically seeks out the cats she finds interesting and entertaining. A generally pacifistic and innocent she-cat, Cloverrose is very loyal to her clan and always tries to put her best effort into her duties. As a result, she would most likely have a hard time breaking any parts of the Warrior Code or defying orders even if it were for the better good of AetherClan.

- - { Roleplayed by •Ðᴏʟᴄᴇ• } - -

"When I struggle to keep the painful tears from coming out, I think back to the happy things you used to sing about, because I don't want to sing this type of tragic song right now..."

♂ - - { Lionpaw } -- { Apprentice } - -

Lionpaw is a lean and slender apprentice who is slightly taller than other apprentices his age. Like the dangerous predator for which he was named, the mountain lion, he has slightly larger-than-average paws and claws, alongside long legs built for jumping high and far. His fluffy pelt is a mottled golden-brown, not tawny like mountain lions usually are, with darker spots throughout his fur. He also has pale green eyes with a hint of blue in them. An outgoing tom often with too much energy for his own good, Lionpaw is very zealous and outgoing with a natural passion for life. As a result, he may bother his mentor or the other apprentices if he is bored. He is always trying to do his best for the clan, wanting to prove himself worthy of being a warrior, and often puts a brave front on. Furthermore, he is pretty confident and proud so when his ego is bruised he will probably mope around for a while. Unfortunately, this happens all too often enough due to his tendency to compete with other apprentices. Although he is pretty dense, and thus can be blunt and brutally honest at times, the tom is usually pretty friendly and loves conversing with his clan mates, especially his fellow apprentices. Often his clan mates will find him with a big smile gracing his countenance, his usual expression. Still, there is more to Lionpaw than he first appears, for inside is a sensitive and lonely tom that lost his parents in the mountain lion attack and seeks companionship in others even though he knows they cannot replace his mother and father. Although Lionpaw is very even-tempered, as one is unlikely to ever truly see him angry, he can grow very defensive when other cats actually see him for the lonely tom he truly is.

- - { Roleplayed by •Ðᴏʟᴄᴇ• } - -

"The people need a strong ruler. They don't want a weakling like me. They want the strength [you have]. My body is frail..."

♀ - - { Cardinalsong } -- { Warrior } - -

Cardinalsong is an average-sized she-cat with a soft, sleek pale sepia pelt. She has a strikingly pink nose, long whiskers, and petite paws. Her eyes are a pale yellow hue. A naturally aloof she-cat that usually keeps to herself, although Cardinalsong is respectable and courteous when addressing her clan mates in order not to upset the most sensitive of them, she is still introverted for the most part. In particular, this molly dislikes talking about her past and being criticized, so she can get very short-tempered and snippy around cats that try to get to know her better even if they are genuinely trying to befriend her. Deep down, however, she is lonely without any close friends in AetherClan. Because she believes her father died heroically, Cardinalsong wants to leave a lasting legacy, dying heroically like he did, and prove herself to her clan. This desire to prove herself may also stem from her innate loneliness and feeling inferior to others. Born into the clan, Cardinalsong's mother died during her kitting and her father was long gone. She was told that he died fighting a mountain lion to protect the clan, leading to her belief that he died heroically. For some reason, she was also very sickly as a kit and spent more time in the medicine cat's den rather than the nursery. As a result of her frailty and lack of parents, she was often pushed around and teased by the other kits. From the start of her life, she had a hard time making friends and so developed a self-defense mechanism of pushing others away and felt inferior to those around her. When she became an apprentice, Cardinalsong worked very hard at her training to better herself. Though she is talented in hunting and fighting due to all the effort she put into training, this she-cat is still physically frail and is almost always the first to succumb to illness when it spreads through AetherClan.

- - { Roleplayed by •Ðᴏʟᴄᴇ• } - -

"Pity and sympathy are things I really hate so don't waste those words on me."

♂ - - { Darkspeck } -- { Warrior } - -

Darkspeck is a lean tom who is smaller than the average tom, something that greatly irritates him. He has long legs and a slender build, which also irritates him as he would rather be large and muscular. This tom has sleek and shiny sepia brown fur and the suffix of his warrior name comes from the darker brown, almost black, spots that run throughout his pelt. His eyes are an amber-gold color. Due to being overshadowed by his older brother, Darkspeck grew up with an inferiority complex and as a result strongly desires to prove himself to his family and AetherClan. Thus, he can come off as snappy and hard to get along with although he is surprisingly loyal and overprotective of those he cares for. A short-tempered and hot-headed, very competitive warrior that constantly compares himself to others, Darkspeck hates being teased even in good nature. He is so sensitive to criticism and teasing that he often takes teasing to heart, never forgetting it and holding a grudge. Due to all this, Darkspeck is a very diligent hard-worker that is constantly trying his best to better himself, often pushing himself too far much to the ire of his loved ones. Cautious and mistrusting, he also has a hard time warming up to cats outside of the clan and often gives them a hard time. For some reason, Darkspeck often suffers from nightmares when he sleeps. Despite his tough exterior, he is weak-willed and constantly bothered by those who are better than him. Still, he is very kind-hearted when someone makes the effort to get past his rough, wild card exterior and befriend him. The littermate of Cardinalsong and Muddywater, Darkspeck's mother died during their kitting and their father ran away shortly after out of madness. He, unlike his sister, is strongly aware of this and believes his father to be a coward... but if anyone other than him or his siblings points that out, he'll snap at them without hesitation for questioning his heritage.

- - { Roleplayed by •Ðᴏʟᴄᴇ• } - -

"Only the strong survive."

♂ - - { Cloudpaw } -- { Medicine Cat Apprentice } - -

Cloudpaw is a small, long-furred tom. He has bright blue eyes and a pale silver pelt, though it is very light so it could be mistaken for white. Darker gray patches run throughout his fur. One of his eyes is cloudy and has healed scars over it. A pacifistic tom that believes there is no justice found in violence, Cloudpaw is generally kind-hearted to his clan mates and tries to show patience when dealing with the injured. He is very perceptive when it comes to the feelings of others. Although he tends to daydream a lot, his head up in the clouds, this tom surprisingly has a knack for learning and might even be called a prodigy for his medicine cat skills. He has a very strong sense of justice and is very devoted to the warrior code, looking down on those who break it. The truth is, however, there is more to this daydreamer than first appears. In fact, Cloudpaw is surprisingly cynical and pretty disillusioned with his life. He hates pity and has low patience for any warriors or apprentices who complain about their duties because he is, in fact, very envious of them as he knows he is too weak-willed to ever be strong enough to be a warrior. The truth is, Cloudpaw was not always regarded as a prodigy. He was born into the clan and was originally training to be a warrior, although he was never very good at hunting or fighting and was surprisingly clumsy. When he was taunted by the other apprentices for his failures, the tom tried to prove himself by going off alone to hunt. During this adventure, he encountered an eagle and tried to hunt it down on his own but was too small and weak, and the eagle retaliated by scarring one of his eyes. After recovering and realizing what a mouse-brained idea that was, he switched to being a medicine cat apprentice.

- - { Roleplayed by •Ðᴏʟᴄᴇ• } - -

♀ - - { Heatherheart } -- { Warrior } - -

Heatherheart is a pretty long-legged she-cat with a slender frame and petite paws. She is short-furred with a triangular-shaped face, rosy pink nose, and almond-shaped lavender-blue eyes. Her pelt is classified as dilute torbie, which means that her fur is paler, less striking, and more muted than an actual tortoiseshell. Moreover, the torbie pattern means that instead of the typical tortoiseshell splotches, her cream and blue-gray colors create a tabby pattern. Finally, she has white paws and a white splash on her chest. This she-cat is very shy and timid, especially around toms. When she is not confident in something, which is fairly often except in training or hunting, her voice gets softer and weaker and she begins to stutter over her words. Since her voice is naturally quiet already, that only makes it harder to hear her. Generally, she tries to be polite to everyone and as a result can often apologize too often, even for something that isn't necessarily her fault. It is unknown why exactly she is more fearful of toms than other she-cats, though she is still reserved around she-cats, since Heatherheart has never had any bad experiences with them. In fact, she grew up rather well off having been born into the clan with two older sisters from a previous litter of her parents. Her two older sisters were tough, brave, and loyal. They made the perfect role models, especially since she lost her parents shortly after reaching apprentice age. The trio of sisters were all fairly close, and Heatherheart often found herself turning to them for guidance whenever anything went wrong... which was a bit too often since she is pretty clumsy. They both died in the mountain lion attack, leaving Heatherheart alone. Since their deaths, she has become a bit more reserved than usual if that's even possible. Still, she is trying her best in her everyday duties as a warrior because growing up, she constantly lived in the shadows of her older sisters which pushed her to try and work harder to keep up with them. Though they are gone now, she still works as hard as ever in an effort to try and be herself, so she does not die being known as the she-cat who always clung to her sisters for comfort and assistance. Being such a hard worker though, she can all too often over-exert herself and her abilities.

- - { Roleplayed by •Ðᴏʟᴄᴇ• } - -

♂ - - { Crowtalon } -- { Warrior } - -

Crowtalon is svelte rather than muscular, with a sleek pelt and tufted black-tipped ears. This tom is such a pale silver color that it looks white in most lightings, with silver tips at the edges of his fur. He has pitch black tabby markings on his face, back, and tail. With a triangular-shaped face and dark-colored nose, Crowtalon's eyes are a dark amber that almost look, frighteningly enough, red in certain situations. Typically, a big smile will be found present on this petite tom's face. Although he's not much of a brawny fighter, he is surprisingly intelligent in battle and uses this to his advantage to outsmart his opponents with ease. An unusually cheerful tom that loves laughing and smiling, Crowtalon is very obedient to his leader, deputy, and medicine cats. He will always fulfill orders given to him if asked, usually perfectly... unless he disagrees with their orders and finds them 'mouse-brained'. This tom loves fighting and is proud of his skill at it, though he's not that great of a hunter. For some reason, he also likes the sight of blood and is pretty sadistic when it comes to his enemies. Although he seems innocent and child-like, with that ever present smile on his face, he is surprisingly immoral as he finds nothing wrong with killing other cats no matter their upbringing. Furthermore, despite the bloodiness it brings, he loves battles for some reason and gets overexcited when one is announced. A clingy tom that sticks by the ones he loves, he is always willing to do anything to make the cats he cares about happy... and that does include killing any cat that upset them, if need be. The more observant cats may have picked up on the fact that, however, his smile and laugh is completely hollow. In fact, Crowtalon truly smiles to hide his true emotions, never admitting how he actually feels about something, and he sees nothing wrong with smiling all the time. Due to hiding his true emotions, he keeps other cats at a distant so no one has ever seen him sad or angry. Born into the clan, Crowtalon's parents never truly wanted kits and as a result never loved him. His father never visited the nursery, and his mother left the nursery as soon as he was born so he was weaned off the other queens. His mentor was unfortunately no better, being very strict and stern and punishing him if he ever acted out. The neglectful cats that were a part of his life has led to the slightly twisted personality that this tom has developed today.

- - { Roleplayed by •Ðᴏʟᴄᴇ• } - -