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Ryesplash: 40 moons. A black tuexedo ton with white stripes on his forehead and back. He has white stripes that go across his amber eyes, white front paws, a dark gray and black striped tail, dark gray muzzle, and white hind legs. He is a strict mentor shapes each apprentice he has into a tough no nonsense warrior who will go far in life. He will do alot for his clan but usually no one notices his hard work. He doesn't work well with many cats in the clan. Ivy

Crowflight: 18 moons. A long-furred black tom with blue eyes and a white tip to his fluffy tail. Soft-spoken but resiliant. He is a steady source of kindness in the nursery. He has a soft spot for younger kits and would usually rather organize games or "warrior lessons' for them than be with cats his own age. Though he is determined to serve his clan as well as he can, he often finds himself looking enviously at the role of the queens and worrying who will take care of the kits while he is training, Ivy

Rosebriar- Calico she-cat with ginger patches and bright green eyes. She is a very shy cat. She is prone to panic attacks and has huge anxiety when around other cats. She is especially nervous around toms. Having a young cat to mentor may end up helping her. Mother Dark

Silentsong - 26 moons - A very small, lithe white she-cat with blue eyes. She is often mistaken for a young apprentice due to her small stature, which irritates her to no end. Primary physical characteristics include a long, windy tail, nimble legs with dainty paws, and an overall scrawny figure. Miscellaneous traits include striking pink paw pads on her paws, a small black nose, large round eyes, small claws, and slightly larger than average, fox-like ears. Silentsong was born mute and partially deaf in both ears, resulting in her having to develop other means of communication, primarily through mouth syncing and a type of sign language (movements of the paws, flicks and curls of the tails, so forth). Despite not having a voice, she is definitely not lacking in terms of personality, although she consistently finds it difficult to communicate this aspect of her as well. In essence, she is a surprisingly compassionate, endearing, morally guided cat at heart, but chooses to primarily show her stoic, honest and practical side to most cats, and can appear as a bit standoffish, choosing to avoid social interaction whenever possible. (Don't include this section in the profile, but unless anyone as any objections, she won't be close to any cats at the start of the RP. She has, to a point, given up on trying to get close to another cat, but a small flicker of hope lies deep within her.) She also has a short fuse and is prone to frustration, especially when cats choose to ignore her. She likes both she-cats and toms. Dark Sun 

Trampleleaf - 22 moons - A fluffy, medium-haired tortoiseshell (chestnut brown, white, and black) she-cat with green eyes. Primary physical traits include a bushy tail, a slightly plump frame, long but somewhat stocky legs, a large rump, dainty paws, and a very pretty face. Miscellaneous characteristics include triangular ears, a black nose, unusual black whiskers, and small nooks in her left ear. Trampleleaf (whose nicknames were "Trippaw" or simply "Trip" as an apprentice) is quite a clumsy she-cat who often doesn't look where she places her own paws down in front of her, leading to some embarrassing moments for her. She is also prone to zoning out or even daydreaming at times, which had gotten her into trouble countless times as an apprentice. She is a pretty self-conscious character who is often plagued with self-doubt (from her reputation, to her fighting skills, down to her body, including her weight), but instead of being a drama queen about it, Trampleleaf decides to keep the majority of her internal struggles to herself, choosing to focus on the positive so that other cats don't have to worry about her (and so her perceived reputation doesn't sink even further). She is always willing to help others, and is the first to join many border and hunting patrols. She can be immature at times, such as running through the territory when no cat is watching, and often takes the time to admire the smaller things in life, such as budding flowers in newleaf. Trampleleaf has always wanted kits of her own, but in a sort of clashing way, she only likes she-cats, with the latter being a close-guarded secret of hers; she has no reason to hide her preferences, but she doesn't find it to be very important, or at least, not right now. Dark Sun

Wrenwillow- 40 moons. Cinnamon solid tuxedo she-cat with orange eyes. She is a very picky about who she keeps company with and doesnt like to be around smaller weaker cats. She plans to do her hardest to do what is best for the clan and tends to rub others the wrong way. There is a lot of fight in this cat and no one will stop her from succeeding. Mother Dark

Melonburr- 36 moons. Lavender mackerel tabby tom with copper eyes. He is a sweet caring cat who tends to be a bridge between the more fiesty cats and the smaller cats who can't play rough. He can any cat to do what he wants cause he knows how to play his cards. He tends to soften the blow when someone is harsh and can make anything positive. Mother Dark

Volethorn: 23 moons. Volethorn is a light brown messy furred tom. He has green eyes. He is a quiet and reclusive tom, preferring to be on his own than around his clanmates. It is rare to see him interacting with others, the main cat he talks to being his own brother. He always seems to have messy fur, despite grooming it, the fur ends up becoming messy again. He is antisocial and avoids conversing unless he feels a desire to. He has a desire to be close to someone, but he is to nervous to make the effort from a fear that he will lose them, similar o how he feels he has lost his brother. He was quite different as a kit. He would play with the other kits and talk to his clanmates. But when his brother switched the the path of a medicine cat, he began to grow more quiet and reserved. He had been close to his brother and was hurt that Cedarsong(paw at the time), hadn't even said anything to him about it. But he accepted it when he was told why he switched. He is still close with his brother, but he isn't able to talk as much to him as Cedarsong is either busy with medicine cat work or off learning abut things. Ember34. 


Oakleaf: 24 moons. A lean built ginger tabby tom, with darker ginger markings. He was a white underbelly, with white paws. His fur is very long so it often gets twigs and leaves stuck in it. He has a amber eye and one hazel eye. Oakfall has changed drastically since the lose of his mate and potential kits. He is cold and rather rude to his clanmates, especially the medicine cats. He isn't afraid to voice his opinion that the medicine cats are useless and unneeded. But past all this his old personality can be found. The tom is gentler with the apprentices that he interacts with. He does still want to try hv e another family, but he is afraid to just lose them again to starclan. He is often seen alone. Oakfall was born in the clan. He would often play with the other kits, finding it easy to make friends. When he became an apprentice, it is when he started to develop feelings for Ashenpaw. He tried his best to win her affections, which caused him to neglect this friends and his training. He succeeded when they were named warrior's. He was heartbroken when she died during kitting. And choose to blame it on Cedarsong, accusing the tom of letting her die. Ember34.
 
Dappleberry: 34 moons. A torbie(calico/tabby) she cat. She has medium length fur. She has white fur with orange splotches over her fur, with black tabby markings. She has ice blue eyes. Dappleberry is a very quiet she cat, often not speaking to others unless spoken to first. It is simply to do with her not feeling others would want to hear what she has to say. She is very loyal to her friends, willing to go to great lengths for them. She was a kit when her mother joined the clan. She at first was hesitant to interact with the clan cats, this continuing into her apprentice time where she only ever talked with her mentor. She lost her mother a moon into her apprentice training causing her to be more closed off to her clanmates. Ember34. 


Iriscry: 41 moons. Iriscry is a long furred lilac tabby with soft silver grey markings. She is missing half of her right ear. She has hazel eyes. Though she is slowly going blind in her right eye. Iriscry was a born and raised clan cat, though at the time she was born as Icekit.. She was never close with either parent, as her father never wanted kits, and her mother didn't want to raise the kits on her own. So she dumped her kits on to another queen in the nursery and went back to her warrior duties. Iriscry was closer to her adoptive mother though, even requesting to have her prefix changed as an apprentice when the she cat died from greencough. Iriscry worked hard through her apprentice training, and even when she was a warrior. Leaving little time for herself to actually get to know her other clanmates on a deeper level. Ember34. 


Robinfeather: 29 moons. A pretty light brown she cat, with a ginger underbelly. She has a bent tail. She has light green eyes. | Robinfeather is very motherly to the young cats, as she dreams of having a family of her own. But she is scared to get close to others in this manner, as part of her feels she is the reason her mother left. That she hadn't been good enough for her mother to want to be a part of her life. This is a very sore spot for her and talking about it makes her depressed. Robinfeather is hard working and does her best to do what is asked for her. She still gets distracted easily during leaffall as the season is her favorite. Robinfeather was born to a Cinderclan queen and a rogue tom. It was known by the clan as her mother didn't try hiding the fact she had a mate outside the clan. When Robinfeather became an apprentice her mother left the clan to be with her rogue mate. Robinfeather worked hard through her apprentice. Though it got hard for her to learn during leaffall as she finds the colors beautiful. It caused for her to fall behind her training to where her mentor didn't bother training her again till leafbare, causing for her to need extra time as an apprentice then it took others that were training at the time. She was delighted when her ceremony took place in leaffall, though she did get distracted during it, much to the leader's annoyance. Ember34. 

Brittlefrost - 53 months - A mid-sized white tom with a black throat, chest, underbelly, and paws. He has a rather scrawny build with relatively underdeveloped shoulder muscles, slim, almost bony legs, relatively small paws, and a skinny waist with some of his ribs clearly visible under his flesh and fur. Other traits include somewhat large, triangular shaped ears, a black nose (with small white dapples), a handsome face, and icy blue eyes. He has few physical scars but the ones he possesses are pretty gruesome, including several tears in his ears, another the end of his tail, which has been bitten off at the tip, a broad gash across his throat, stretching from just beneath his chin and running down almost to his left shoulder, and three large claw marks scored across his right shoulder blade; no fur has regenerated from any of these injuries. Despite his size, he possesses remarkable strength, rivaling that of the largest toms and she-cats even, although his move set has never been the most impressive. However, when in battle, he often doesn't know when to quit, and will sometimes sacrifice his own body to get the job done. Brittlefrost was born to a queen by the name of Snowflower, and he had never known his father, who apparently had abandoned his Clan with no real explanation and was never seen again. As an apprentice he was a scared, timid tom who was a poor student at hunting and especially at battle skills. After encountering a stubborn old rogue tom on their territory and accidentally killing him however, something in him changed. His focus finally emerged, becoming prevalent in his training, and while he had graduated two moons later than usual, he paid that no mind. This once frightened, innocent young cat, who still remains quite likeable to this day, has developed a habit of not only chasing away outsiders, but killing them outright - no monologue, no hesitation, just to the point. There is no bloodlust or malice in his actions, and kills as effortlessly as a cat hunting their prey, although his sanity is slowly, tragically failing. He believes outsiders and half-Clan cats to be no better than rats in than rats in terms of value, and regarding the latter, he believes them to be a dangerous breach of security, and proclaims that one day, if even one outsider is allowed to remain in the Clan, and to breed, that all of CinderClan will fall. He is undoubtedly loyal to his Clan, but perhaps too loyal. Dark Sun