ᴄᴏᴘꜱᴇᴄʟᴀɴ; ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʀ {ᴏᴘᴇɴ}

_{Who are you and what are you doing here? Never heard of you a day in my life XD
I think I’m too funny for my own good, nice to see you sky}

_{Take your time}

Perfect, perfect )

_{Nothing new there then XD I look forward to seeing them}

Since you know that I do finish these up eventually, gonna make some shorter forms as I'm itching to RP XD I have one more cat to make, but this is for right now as I need to go eat!


Iceflight
A beautiful silvery-white she-cat with blue eyes. She has long fur and a feathery tail. This she-cat is dying. Gripped by an unknown and incurable illness, she wastes away each day, growing weaker. She lives on only to see her kits eventually become apprentices. She tries to stay strong for her kits' sake, but it's clear to see that her vision is clouding, her legs are buckling, and her warm mew slowly grows softer with each passing day. 
~Skyblaze~
Queen   
Moonkit and Raccoonkit (Kits); Open for mate (but keep in mind that she is dying)
N/A

Moonkit
This kit is an exact copy of her mother in appearance. Her pretty silver-white speckled pelt and bright blue eyes makes her a miniature copy of the queen. Yet, their personalities are complete opposites. While Iceflight is eternally patient, quiet, and understanding, Moonkit is feisty, bossy and a bit spoiled. She doesn't mind getting under another cat's skin, but she usually isn't intentionally mean, and knows when she's crossing a line. She's also considerably protective of friends and family, and will gladly claw out the face of any cat who dares to do harm to them. 
~Skyblaze~
Kit
Iceflight (mother), Raccoonkit (brother)
N/A

Raccoonkit
Raccoonkit is a small brown-and-gray mottled tom with big green eyes. A large black splotch of fur is splashed across his eyes, looking a bit like a haphazard raccoon mask. Raccoonkit is quiet, timid, and unassuming. He usually prefers to let his sister take the spotlight while he explores some new interesting bug or plant. He's kind, sensitive, and empathetic, and makes a good friend, even if he doesn't talk as much due to shyness.
~Skyblaze~
Rank.
Relationships.
Anything else.


Hollypaw
Hollypaw is a tortoiseshell-and-black she-cat with short fur and a long tail, and green eyes. She has a white muzzle and underbelly. Hollypaw is generally well-behaved and attentive, and strives to be a model apprentice and eventual warrior. However, what always manages to draw her curiosity is travelers. The idea of travel draws at Hollypaw and greatly intrigues her, and she always takes an interest in cats foreign to the Clan.
~Skyblaze~
Apprentice
Open
N/A

Tinystar
This cat is tiny. Any cat coming upon him for the first time would think him an older kit, or a young apprentice, never a full-grown warrior. A terrible mistake. This cat is deadly. Under the short stature packs powerful muscles and lightning-fast, springlike reflexes that can end a life as quick as a cat can sneeze. Unfortunately, underneath the kittensoft black and white patchwork pelt and seemingly innocent amber eyes lie carefully masked evil. Tinystar was born early, inexplicably arriving before the other 3 of his litter. The medicine cat's hopes were not high on his survival, and yet, despite his small size, he did. From his youngest years, he would carry the mark of being incredibly small, right with his name - Tinykit. Yet what he lacked in stature, he made up in manipulation. Tinystar is a master orator and incredibly convincing. He knows exactly how to get his barbed claws around a cat's heart, all while maintaining an innocent, almost carefree demeanor. With these skills, he amassed a an ironclad loyal following that would follow his orders to the death without question. Those who resisted quickly realized, woefully late, that size does not make him harmless in the least. When the facade is unmasked, this cat becomes even more terrifying. He doesn't crave death, not in the slightest. Death only means he has less expendable pawns. No, Tinystar wants to break cats down until they are just as small as him - physically or emotionally. This is the kind of cat who will intentionally leave your prison unguarded - only to realize he orchestrated your escape as he wanted. Interestingly, the only cats he truly ever cared for - and still does - are his kits. Even Emberstar - there's nothing he wouldn't do for his dear kit.
~Skyblaze~
Dark Forest
Emberstar (daughter)
; Sparkdawn (Former mate)
The Fallen

Sparkdawn
Sparkdawn is a strikingly elegant she-cat who is strikingly similar to her daughter Emberstar. Her pelt is a rich mixture of orange-and-white, her pelt different only in that it lacks the black provided by her mate. Her eyes are identically amber, but hers are warm, wise, and welcoming, like a rising hopeful dawn. Sparkdawn was the former deputy of Copseclan, and had a bright future ahead of her. There was no doubt in any cat's mind that she would be the next leader. Cruelly, she was slain in cold blood by her own mate, for his own agenda, simply because she was in the way. And convincing as he was, Tinystrike, now the new deputy, convinced the entire Clan, including Sparkdawn's own kits, that she had abandoned her family and Clan to live as a rogue. Sparkdawn's murder was so brutal that she could not move on to StarClan, and she lingered on as a faded spirit among the trees, sparingly sighted but never recognized by clan members. Only at Tinystar's death did Sparkdawn move on, and she was finally able to meet her daughter - and reveal the truth behind her murder.
~Skyblaze~
Starclan
Emberstar (daughter) ; Tinystar (former mate)
N/A

Brokenpelt
Once a noble and loyal warrior of the Clan, this grizzled older tom is now a shell of his former self, due to the battles he participated in under Tinystar's rule. His bluish-gray pelt is crisscrossed with so many old scars it seems there is little of his pelt left. Both of his left legs are gone alongside his left eye. His short, stout tail is bent crooked from being used as a crutch so often. An honorable warrior, he fought fiercely against Tinystar's rule, and paid dearly for his resistance. The malevolent little tom felt it entertaining to remove the limbs and eye of the left side of his body, and leave him alive to languish in this new state, with the cruel mockery of a name 'Brokenpelt' as a reminder of his new state. Brokenpelt survived this cruel and horrific ordeal, but was left unable to continue as a warrior. The old veteran now lives out a peaceful yet uncomfortable and grueling existence in the elder's den, doing what he can to provide advice to younger cats and contemplate on the purpose of his existence.
~Skyblaze~
Elder
N/A
N/A

Alrighty! Wanna RP?)

All of mine are taken unfortunately!