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    _{{ ♀ } - - { Amberhaze | 67 Moons}

_{{ A sleek petite golden she-cat with large dark green orbs for eyes. Her golden pelt is short and soft like silk, she has white a white muzzle with a large white dot on her head. Her belly and chest is a light cream color that looks almost white, and white her paws are small and dainty. Her face is angular along with her shoulders and she has a sleek tail. Her legs are slim but still lean. Amberhaze has a loud booming voice and also has a temper. The golden she-cat enjoys going out boarding patrols more than hunting, while hunting is important she'd rather be patrolling the area looking out for any intruders. She despises apprentices who are rude, disrespectful, and/or boastful. She doesn't like disrespect and often times let it be known by her tail signals, growls, ears, and even her whiskers. Amberhaze doesn't like keeping quiet when things deliberately made her upset she would either get up in another cat's face or get into fights. This she-cat respects Peachstar, but thinks she's too nice and calm for her own good. Although, it's not her place to tell her leader what to do. When Amberhaze was an apprentice she wanted to show her mentor what she had. She wanted to be a warrior right then and there, she'd often sneak into the forest and hunt or train on her own. Her mentor was not pleased, but was gentle with her and let her know that things take patience and she should go out with her mentor and not by herself until she's a warrior.}

_{{ ☆~𝓒𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔞~☆}

_{{ Clan: WindClan}

_{{ Rank: Warrior}

_{{ Kin: {Open}}

_{{ Romantic Interest: No one at the moment}

    _{{ ♀ } - - { Petalsplash | 57 Moons}

_{{ A sleek petite broad shouldered she-cat with almond shaped eyes. Her light cream pelt is soft and thick hiding her fragile frame underneath it. Her face is slanted with a long scar running down on her right eye causing blindness. She has patches of dark creams and splashes of white. Her good eye is the color of the forest when it's foggy. Petalsplash is a gentle soft spoken she-cat with a heart of gold. Petalsplash enjoys going out hunting mostly to go out for a walk around by herself and when she catches prey she gives a prayer to StarClan. She does it out of respect for her warrior ancestors and is very passionate about the Warrior Code. Petalsplash can be come across as uptight and a bit strict, but she believes that it's a warrior's duty to not only serve their Clan but also learn the ways of their ancestors. The cream tortie enjoys the company of apprentices and she teaches them what she knows and sometimes they teach her things. Although she can be quite the stickler and can come across as pushy when talking about her beliefs. Half the time she doesn't know that she's doing it, the other times she's doing is to annoy someone. Petalsplashes parents were kind to her and always believed in her, although she became respectful to not only her Clan but to StarClan as well. By the time Petalsplash turned forty-eight moons old her parents died from green-cough. After that, the cream tortie was extremely respectful to StarClan and smiles when the stars are out. When she was 36 Moons Petalsplash had gotten into a sticky sitution with a badger on a border patrol and had lost her sight from her scar.  She had to learn to focus her vision in her good eye.}

_{{ ☆~𝓒𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔞~☆}

_{{ Clan: Windcaln}

_{{ Rank: Warrior}

_{{ Kin: ??? + ??? = Petalsplash}

_{{ Romantic Interest: None at the moment}

    _{{ ♂ } - - { Hailgaze | 17 Moons}

_{{ A large muscular short-haired tabby with slanted dark amber eyes. His pelt is light gray with dark gray tabby stripes that runs around his bulky shoulders. He hs a white underbelly along with the tip of his tail, his face is masculine with a small scar on his forehead. His paws almost look like they belong to a bear, and always wears an intimidating expression. Hailgaze is a strong and hard working tom-cat. He enjoys patrolling the border patrols during sunrise to keep an eye out for any intruders. Although the gray tabby can be annoying by trying to act tough and all cool, he may be a good warrior but he's not that witty and cool as he thinks. Although, he is still young and has a lot to know about being a warrior and it takes a lot more work than just being strong. When Hailgaze was an apprentice he usually got himself into trouble by praising of how much prey he could get. His mentor didn't appreciate his attitude and often at times would give him talks about this, but it never stopped him until one day he didn't catch a rabbit. The other apprentices thought he was a laughing stock, he wanted to impress the other apprentices, but instead he had embarrassed himself. After that, he never really tried to become a show-off but still acts like he his, his ego does get in the way of his common sense.}

_{{ ☆~𝓒𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔞~☆}

_{{ Clan: WindClan}

_{{ Rank: Warrior}

_{{ Kin: Open}

_{{ Romantic Interest: No one at the moment}

    _{{ ♂ } - - { Snowpaw/tuft | 6 Moons}

_{{ A small pudgy tom-cat with large misty gray eyes. He has bulky shoulders and his pelt is white and soft and thick as snow. His facial features are plump while his paws are tiny while his tail is long and feathery. His tail is the fluffiest part of him, and he has small ear tufts. Snowpaw is a bit smaller than other apprentices, but he doesn't let that get him down. He is kind-hearted and willing to help the elders. He enjoys listening to their tales and also enjoys training with his mentor on battle moves. Hinting isn't his favorite, although he tries he can't keep his balance right and ends up falling on his side ending up scaring the prey away. His eye coordination isn't that great along with movements. He is quite clumsy and trips over his own paws on accident. When he feels down he goes back to the apprentice den and just wants to sleep the day away and ignore about how tiny or clumsy he is. As a kit he was always the runt of the litter, he was tiny and the medicine cat thought for sure he wouldn't make it. And yet, he survived and is full of life. Although he will go through some rough times he is thankful for the life has been given.}

_{{ ☆~𝓒𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔞~☆}

_{{ Clan: Windclan}

_{{ Rank: Apprentice}

_{{ Kin: Open}

_{{ Romantic Interest:}

    _{{ ♂ } - - { Dawnpaw/cloud | 7 Moons}

_{{ A small lithe tom-cat with small light amber eyes. He has small shoulders and his pelt is dark brown with cream on his ears and muzzle while his chest, belly, paws, and the tip of his tail are white. His tail is average size and his facial features are lean and masculine. The tom has strong legs but not that fast nor light on his paws. Dawnpaw is quite intelligent and has often shown that in his hunting training, however, his battle training is a little bit tougher since he can be quite predictable at times. The tom can be quite shy, but still, tries make conversation even if he seems awkward at it. Dawnpaw always looked up to the elders for advice especially Emberbreeze the retired leader. He enjoyed listening to her stories and wants to ask for help for his battle training but he begins to get nervous and thinks it may not be the best idea. While Dawnpaw is shy he wants to try and do things for himself before asking for help. Although, him asking for help isn't easy it's quite hard. When Dawnpaw was a kit he looked an exact copy of his mother except for his amber eyes, those he got from his father. The tom never actually knew his dad and hopes to meet him someday. He hopes to be the best warrior he can be and when he is an elder he'll be able to tell future apprentices that it's okay to make mistakes you just gotta learn from them.}

_{{ ☆~𝓒𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔞~☆}

_{{ Clan: WindClan}

_{{ Rank: Apprentice}

_{{ Kin: Open}

_{{ Romantic Interest:}

    _{{ ♀ } - - { Cherrysong | 60 Moons}

_{{ A dark ginger she-cat with almond shaped that are the color of the sky.  Her short soft pelt has dark browns and light creams splashed onto her pelt her face is slim and feminine while her shoulds and her build is athletic and muscular.  Her tail is long and has white hairs at the end of it.  Her belly is different from the rest of her pelt it's a snow white color that no one can really see.  The tips of her ears are a soft cream color while her muzzle is coated with splashes of brown and cream.  Her whiskers are long and feathery, she doesn't like them half the time.  Cherrysong is an outgoing loud mouth she-cat with a loud voice when she is excited or just happy.  When she is sad or frightened she becomes soft and gentle.  The ginger she-cat can be very loud or obnoxious, and has a very hard time keeping her opinions to herself. When she gets really excited she starts rambling until what she was suppose to keep in comes out.  She will feel bad and everyone would forgive her in the end, but won't tell her their secrets again. Although she's untrustworthy she's nice, she always wants to help with a problem and will try her best to cheer you up or give the best possible advice to give.  The ginger she-cat may not seem like she's mature at times but she that's usually because of her excited and hyperactive personailty.  At times, when a serious topic is at hand she will treat it as such and become mature in an instant.} 

_{{ ☆~𝓒𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔞~☆}

_{{ Clan: SkyClan}

_{{ Rank: Warrior}

_{{ Kin: Open}

_{{ Romantic Interest:}

    _{{ ♂ } - - { Rabbitwhisker | 56 Moons}

_{{ A lithe athletic gray  tom-cat with large icey blue orbs.  His pelt is a dark gray with a white chest, a white muzzle, and white paws, he keeps it groomed and clean since his motto is that a clean warrior is a happy warrior.  His face is slim with white hairs on chin and forehead above his whiskers.  While the rest of his body is lithe and athletic is limbs aren't, usually SkyClan cats of long legs but he has normal sized legs and he hwas a hard time jumping long distance umps due to the lack of long limbs.  Rabbitwhisker is usually a cheerful happy go lucky tom, but that changed when he met Sweetrose after she left him he became bitter towards other she-cats thinking they'll just use him like she did.  He hates himself for making himself vunerable to her and not sticking to his morals but he loved her he honeslty loved her.  Although, she didn't love him resulting into complete and utter destructuon to his heart.  Although something came good out of it whihc is his daughter Bumblepaw he always smiled and a bit of old personality shined through when she was around.}

_{{ ☆~𝓒𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔞~☆}

_{{ Clan: SkyClan}

_{{ Rank: Warrior}

_{{ Kin: His daughter is Bumblepaw}

_{{ Romantic Interest: None}

    { ♂ } - - { Padfoot | 25 Moons

{ Long silken black fur, an aristocratic face and almond shaped silver eyes. Padfoot is.. well, he's classic ShadowClan. A dark, well-groomed appearance, objectively he is rather handsome. The high cheekbones and scarless visage makes for an appealing physique. He's got that slender athletic appearance, not stocky and bumbling like ThunderClan. No, he's a pure-bred ShadowClan, with the feathered tail and long whiskers. His mother was very much in love with the house cat name Sirius when she was pregnant with him. Of course, she couldn't give him a house cat name– not her handsome, pureblood boy. So instead, she named him Padkit, and formally told the leader that his warrior name would be Padfoot, no exceptions, no substitutions. Padfoot being the colloquial name for the Sirius star cluster in the night sky. He is a rambunctious fellow, to put it lightly. His family has an ancient ShadowClan lineage– no half bloods or outsiders sully his genes. Of course, Padfoot couldn't give a rat's tail about any of that pure blood nonsense. It is the leading reason he and his living relatives are estranged. No, this black pelted male enjoys pranks, charming the ladies, and playing with his fellow marauding accomplices. His pranks sometimes err on the side of cruel, keeping his responses sharp, witty, and snappy. Sometimes he pushes his jokes too far, and he honestly doesn't care much for others outside his friend group. Oh, and he’s always… serious.

_{{ Featherwing}

{ Clan: ShadowClan

{ Rank: Warrior { Young }

{ Kin: Younger brother deceased. Estranged from parents. Brother in all but blood is Stagflight.

{ Romantic Interest: Loves the ladies, but is not exactly the best with commitment.

    { ♀ } - - { Lilyroot | 25 Moons

{ Petite body with long ginger fur and eyes like a forest, this is an athletic angora-like female who don’t need no man. Also, she’ll fight you, just give her a time and a place. She keeps good care of herself, though vanity is not exactly her fatal flaw. When you look at her, sure you see the bright “red” fur but it’s her eyes, her shockingly green eyes, that set her apart. No other has quite this vibrant shade of emerald– or is it shamrock? Regardless, very green. Her face is well proportioned, ears not too big, eyes not too round, and cheek bones high and fine, but not necessarily aristocratic. Visualize the Turkish angora’s face. Now make it ginger. Add green eyes and boom, there you go. Born a kittypet, she wandered into ShadowClan’s territory at six moons old and never left. A firecracker of the highest calibre, Lilyroot has a big no bullying policy. She will also fight you. Her friends will tell you she is a sweet, kind hearted individual, her enemies will tell you she’s the furthest thing from warm and belongs under a frozen lake, where the water will be like a heated pool for her. She’s got hero worship for ShadowClan’s leader, has had one since she joined ShadowClan as a older kitten, and as she ages Lilyroot strives to be as responsible as he is. Is also super awkward around cats with crushes, on her or others. She just doesn’t know how to deal with anything that isn’t friendship. Literally thinks anything could be solved with a good fight. A fuzzy, angry cinnamon roll with no patience for cats who hate others for their blood or where they were born. Will fight you. Not joking, she will actually fight you. Very stubborn and will for sure try really hard to start a fight.

_{{ Featherwing}

{ Clan: ShadowClan

{ Rank: Warrior { Young }

{ Kin: None. Former Kittypet.

{ Romantic Interest: Very adamant she doesn't like Stagflight but also thinks he's not terrible to look at.

    { ♀ } - - { Lightbringer | 36 Moons

{ Golden she-cat with soft blue eyes. Short fur covering a well-muscled frame, Lightbringer lives up to her name. She is the typical RiverClan cat, with strong legs and a body ready to navigate the water. She is not cream, no, her fur is like spun gold. A blonde of the purest calibre with what might be tabby stripes on her legs, but they’re too light to be properly considered stripes. Her mother compared her to a beam of starlight, in comparison to her darker pelted siblings. Lightbringer has a single scar, on the back of her head. A small line, from where she hit her head on a rock during a thunderstorm and fell unconscious. As a result, she is terrified of thunderstorms and heavy rainfall. It was pure luck and a miracle she didn’t drown that day. A stubborn female who does not, I repeat, does not like the idea of wasting her talents away in the nursery. No she has plans, and those plans include being the best warrior she can be. Kits terrify her, the mere idea sends chills down her spine. Nope, not for her. She’d rather swallow a thistle and deal with the aftermath of that then be bogged down with kits. She’s a friendly cat, for the most part. Her accident as an apprentice did move things around in her personality though, where she was once unendingly sweet, Lightbringer now has a sharper disposition. No is no and that is final, no changing her mind. Not even from the mouth of the leader will she do something she does not want to do.

_{{ Featherwing}

{ Clan: RiverClan

{ Rank: Warrior

{ Kin: Halfbrother is Cicidachirp

{ Romantic Interest: None { unless requested }

    { ♂ } - - { Cloudpaw | 9 Moons

{ White pelted tom with light grey forepaws, black hindpaws and blue eyes. His fur is whispy, a light sort of fluff as opposed to the heavier, thicker fur others might have. It’s a miracle he wasn’t born deaf, as white cats with blue eyes are won’t to do. The different colored paws might have been his saving grace, honestly. He’s chubby, but nothing a lot of training won’t fix. Or so he thinks. The chub will stay with him long into adulthood, which is unfortunate, but it’ll even out and he’ll just look bulky as opposed to fat. He’s self-conscious of his weight, and often avoids eating, but he often succumbs to his grumbling stomach. He’s a joyful cat, very sweet natured. Hates confrontation and will try his best to diffuse situations he finds antagonistic. Sarcasm is not his friend, and often sends him running to a comforting figure. He idolizes strong warriors, regardless of their Clan. He wants to be a strong warrior someday– someone others respect, someone young apprentices like himself would look up to. Except he’d be nicer to the little ones, instead of pushing them away he’d help them. Give them advice, something that he would have loved. Instead, he was subject to teasing about his size and his disposition. Eventually you spend so much time blending in you forget to ever stand out. He’s a romantic, and longs to be loved in the way the stories tell. True love, he would think to himself at night, staring up at the twinkling stars. He wished with all his heart that he would be grow up to be someone to be proud of.

_{{ Featherwing}

{ Clan: RiverClan

{ Rank: Apprentice

{ Kin: None { unless requested }

{ Romantic Interest: None { unless requested }

    { ♂ } - - { Shaggywolf | 26 Moons

{ He is, essentially, a light grey– really he’s basically an off white– cotton ball that somehow grew a face. With big yellow eyes, and outrageously thick fur and stubby legs, Shaggywolf is, well, shaggy. His face is rather squished, like a Persian, and he’s got “tear” lines from when his eyes run and his fuzz gets all damp and gross if not cleaned regularly. Looks like a wet rat when it rains. I think you might be underestimating how fluffy this cat is. He literally looks like a fuzz ball, like a willow wisp was overly full, and had an equally poofy tail and there happens to be a nose and two round eyes staring out at you and you can kind of see four stubs that propel him forward– kind of like legs but those couldn’t really be legs, they just look like furry tree trunks that seamlessly blend into the owlet. What little muzzle he has is dark grey and his paws are also dark grey, that is the extent of extra colour on this odd looking cat. The excess fur on his face is almost always falling over his eyes, hindering his sight. Probably the laziest cat that isn’t a kitteypet. Shaggywolf is the definition of “chill.” The world could fall on his head and he’d still express his typical: “naaah bruh, it’s all good.” Despite his looks, Shaggywolf is always up for a bit of an adventure, particularly if it might involve something cool, or shiny. He has a weird love of plants, and knows quite a bit about botany for a cat who has no interest in healing. No he just likes flowers and nice smelling things. Oh, and catnip. He hoards that stuff and always knows where the best “stash” is. Calls everyone “dude”, “bruh”, “bro”, and even might be heard saying “groovy.” Gender is irrelevant to Shaggywolf, and he often forgets that things like kits exist until he is directly confronted with them. Even when surprised, his voice only goes a little up, still remaining calm and very smooth. Enthusiastic about “whatever, man.”

_{{ Featherwing}

{ Clan: ThunderClan

{ Rank: Warrior { Young }

{ Kin: None { unless requested }

{ Romantic Interest: None { unless requested }

    { ♀ } - - { Squirrelpaw | 11 Moons

{ White she-cat with ginger tabby splotches all over her body, ginger tabby paws and a long floofy ginger tail. Her tail is almost obnoxiously fluffy, all the time. Looks like it's constantly bristled, thus why she was named after a squirrel. Honey amber eyes peer out of a kitten-ish face, complete with a pert pink nose, rounded ears and long white whiskers. She's small and stocky, with a typical ThunderClan build– not exactly the most intimidating cat in the world despite her best efforts. Really, she does try to seem tough, responsible, but she’s just too cute. Her face is incredibly expressive, her eyes the windows to her soul and her emotions. She can’t hide anything, if there’s a secret, it can clearly be sussed out because she’s just terrible at lying. I mean terrible. All you need to do is wait and the guilt of keeping something will make her resolve buckle and she’ll spill her guts trying to explain. Pathetic really, and she knows it. Competent though, she doesn’t slack off– awake with the sun and doesn’t sleep until the moon is high in the sky. She wants her life to be a story someday, her adventures a tale for kits to ask for again and again and again. She wants her name to be a star, a prayer, a reminder– a legend. Squirrelpaw has her eyes on greatness, not on power, and she is eager and ready for any and all challenges that arise, excluding those that require subterfuge, because really. Who needs that pressure?

_{{ Featherwing}

{ Clan: ThunderClan

{ Rank: Apprentice

{ Kin: None { unless requested }

{ Romantic Interest: None { unless requested }

    { ♀ } - - { Foxrunner | 58 Moons

{ A lithe ginger she-cat with large pale green owl-like eyes. She’s got a few white markings– namely her muzzle, a dot on her chest, her paws and half of her legs are white and the tip of her tail is white too. Long legs, clearly of WindClan descent and she’s got a very angular physique. Aerodynamic. A need for speed, so to speak. Her enthusiasm is her driving force as age is slowly getting her down. Her muzzle only has a very light sprinkling of grey, and for the most part she is as sprightly as she was at twenty moons– barring the sudden movements for her joints get sore if she doesn’t warm up properly. Foxrunner does not do things by half, and so every move is precise and delicate. Still got that annoying sense of propriety. Manners maketh cat after all. She has a list of rules that she will never, ever compromise. Number one on that list is to always remain presentable. Number two is to never let others see you suffer. Her pride is her treasure, she keeps it, nurtures it, and occasionally lashes out with it. Mention her age and you will regret it. She loves babies though, despite never wanting them for herself. She loves the idea of kittens but finds them messy, as she does apprentices which she strives to teach manners. She finds most other warriors uncultured . She likes things neat, clean, and so she is always early and her appearance is always impeccable. When her mother Emberbreeze, then Emberstar, chose her adopted sister as deputy– well, it simply wasn’t right in Foxrunner’s book. She was the eldest, she was the blood born child not this familial imposter. She never wanted to be leader, but now, well, it was her blood born right.

_{{ Featherwing}

{ Clan: WindClan

{ Rank: Warrior

{ Kin: Mother is Emberbreeze, adopted sister is Peachstar

{ Romantic Interest: None { unless requested }

    { ♂ } - - { Icewisp | 56 Moons

{ Slender but scraggly blue grey male with almond shaped ice blue eyes, white toes and a few white hairs on his chest and forehead. He… isn’t the prettiest cat to look at. Covered in scars, head to toe really– Icewisp is blind in his right eye, a large 3 talon-ed scar crossing his brow, over his sightless eye, and down his cheek. His eye was always sightless, and the wounds just makes it look mangled. His ears are tattered, but still working well. He’s got a limp. If he moves too fast, his hind left leg starts to throb painfully. It’s something he has become adept at hiding. He is heavily ashamed of his looks, knowing that he is gruesome to look at. So he stays away from puddles– and the young. To hear them comment hurts his heart. Cataloguing his scars: there are countless gashes across his shoulders and chest, his back and sides are a mess of slashes and there seems to be a heavy impact mark on his flank– the source of his mangled leg and limp. A hunch in his spine, a result of a difficult birth that killed his mother. Of course there’s the eye and the scars littering his face, two leftover scratches on his chin, his right cheek is well slashed, his muzzle is also lined with lashes. It looks as if he was involved in some sort of war. Despite his looks, he managed to keep his voice low, resonating and smooth. Like a clean rain on a hot, muggy summer’s day. What he lacks in looks he makes up with pure, unfettered courage in the sight of danger. He’s the one you want on the frontlines, despite his extreme lack of self-preservation. He is terribly quiet and shy, usually spending as little time in camp as he can during the day so he doesn’t frighten the kits. He’s a good soul, he tries to be so anyway. He doesn’t argue, does as he’s told, he’s an avid believer in StarClan– hoping that he would be worth the honour of being changed into something beautiful– for once.

_{{ Featherwing}

{ Clan: WindClan

{ Rank: Warrior

{ Kin: None { unless requested }

{ Romantic Interest: None { unless requested }

{ ♂ } - - { Eveningstar | 45 Moons

{ That time of day perfectly describes this cat, evening. When looking at him, Eveningstar is a short-furred, long-legged tom with a black pelt and copper eyes. His fur isn't as soft with that smoky look as his brother however. As for his build, he has a lean and nimble build with upright pointed ears, along with a sharp looking body. In addition, his tail is on the longer side which balances to his long legs. This tom... he's certainly the troublemaker. He's a mischievous fellow who's always doing things he isn't suppose to do, yet somehow not managing to get caught most of the time. That's probably due to the fact he's rather sly and intelligent, not to mention witty. Eveningstar knows the power words can hold. Though his adventurous days were a thing of the past as an apprentice, he is showing signs of maturity and and strong leadership as a leader now. Back then as the troublesome apprentice no one would ever think he would shape up to be a leader, not even himself. Vixenstar however did see potential in her son as a young warrior and elected him as the Clan's deputy. The time Eveningfox, as he was known as then, was a deputy didn't last many moons. Due to a horrific accident forcing Vixenstar into the elder's den, he had to step up as leader. The loss of his sister Nettlepath hit hard on him, but he forced himself to stay strong.

{ Screen Name: ƑαƖƖєη Sтαяѕ

{ Clan: Shadowclan

{ Rank: Leader

{ Kin: Vixensnarl + Rubblepath = Eveningstar, Smokeyhorizon, Nettlepath

{ Romantic Interest: none atm

{ ♂ } - - { Smokeyhorizon | 45 Moons

{ When you think of smokey, you think gray correct? Well that is the case for this cat. Smokeyhorizon is a dark gray tom with amber eyes. His fur is on the shorter side yet has a soft and wispy feeling to it and gives the effect of smoke almost. His build is similar to the rest of his family, lean and nimble with upright pointed ears, along with a sharp looking body. Everything seems normal about his except one thing: he's colorblind. There are cases were you can still see some colors, but not with him. Smokeyhorizon can only see shades of black, gray, and white. In addition, any bright areas hurt his eyes so he prefers to stay in more shaded places of the Clan. More of a reserved fellow, keeping himself out from others. Well, with the exception of his brother sometimes. He gives off more of a cold vibe, not one for vibrant expressions. Smokeyhorizon tends to be annoyed easily when around others who are especially optimistic and bubbly. Certainly the pessimistic one you could say. Around his brother however... it's a bit of a different story. He's a bit more open when he hangs around Eveningstar. Even though he may not show it well, he will always be there for him. Especially after the loss of there sister Nettlepath. After her death, Smokeyhorizon never really felt himself really the same again.

{ Screen Name: ƑαƖƖєη Sтαяѕ

{ Clan: Shadowclan

{ Rank: Warrior

{ Kin: Vixensnarl + Rubblepath = Eveningstar, Smokeyhorizon, Nettlepath

{ Romantic Interest: none atm

{ ♀ } - - { Vixensnarl | 81 Moons

{ Practically looking like the vixen herself, this she-cat takes on a vicious appearance. Vixensnarl is a dark russet she-cat with oddly dark green eyes. She is a tall cat with long legs and a tail. Her build is lean and sharp, similar to what she was named after. A few scars are scattered across her body, a few noticeably particular ones such as a nick in her left ear and a long scar on her shoulder on the same side. There is also another noticeable trait about her, one unfortunately that had her step down as a leader. Her back right leg is twisted at an odd angle, loose and never to be used again. How she got it was trying to save her daughter Nettlepath from a monster on the Thunderpath. Sadly however she didn't make it, and Vixenstar had lost a life and the use of that back leg. Though it is rarely talked about, she had still tried to resume leadership as Vixenstar. Her sons though were able to make her step down and retire to the elder's den. She took on the name Vixensnarl, refusing to take on a name because of her deformity. As of now she still has two lives left.

{ Screen Name: ƑαƖƖєη Sтαяѕ

{ Clan: Shadowclan

{ Rank: Elder

{ Kin: Vixensnarl + Rubblepath = Eveningstar, Smokeyhorizon, Nettlepath

{ Romantic Interest: None (past mate died)

{ ♀ } - - { Shadeblossom | 59 Moons

{ Ah, Shadeblossom. Sounds like a lovely name, no? Well, her looks do almost coincide with her name. She is a gray marble tabby she-cat, with her black swirled tabby markings making her pelt seem to take on a darker shade than it actually is. The gray fades off into a lighter gray, almost white, from her chest and stomach down. Her fur is towards a medium length with her tail being quite soft and feathery. As for her size and build, she is a considerable large cat. With broad shoulders and muscular body, she's built more for strength and endurance rather then speed and agility. Her eyes are a calm blue, which depict her overall personality well. Shadeblossom is, well... Trying to describe this she-cat, it's like trying to describe something you can't really put into words. There is a suitable word however that can descrive her: odd. You would really just have to have a conversation with this cat to really understand.

{ Screen Name: ƑαƖƖєη Sтαяѕ

{ Clan: Shadowclan

{ Rank: Warrior

{ Kin: Open

{ Romantic Interest: none atm (will develop relationship with Shreddedruff)

{ ♂ } - - { Cypresswind | 48 Moons

{ Cypresswind is an agile, brown tabby tom with golden colored eyes. Oh this fellow, certainly having a way with words. A smooth talker he is, knowing the true power of it. He doesn't abuse this however, unless you count his consistent flirting with she-cats. Well in his defense, he doesn't call it flirting. Really he just holds a high respect for she-cat and merely just wants to compliment them. Unfortunately for him, it really just comes out as flirty. Another thing though is that Cypresswind is rather lazy, which is an odd trait for him to have. Lazy in this case is not doing duties such as patrols mainly. He does what he can to get out of doing something, and that could be easy considering he's definitely persuasive. When it comes to order and structure and set responsibilities, those things just aren't in his mindset. Cyrpesswind can be described more as a 'free-spirit' if anything. The structure and ideal of a Clan doesn't appeal to him much at times; although it isn't anything. He'll always be there as a supporting figure for his Clanmates.

{ Screen Name: ƑαƖƖєη Sтαяѕ

{ Clan: Thunderclan

{ Rank: Warrior

{ Kin: Thornrose + Sparkfur = Cypresswind, Russetheart

{ Romantic Interest: none atm (will develop relationship with Cragstar)

{ ♀ } - - { Russetheart | 48 Moons

{ Russetheart is a russet-furred she-cat with amber eyes. Her build is more on the muscular side, that of which isn't very common amongst she-cats. Now, how to describe the personality of this cat. Feisty, headstrong, determined, those are a few words. Russet is a strong-willed cat who never backs down from a challenge. She is a bit impatient and easily irritated however, and can become very snappy in an instant. Doesn't help she has quite the sharp tongue. Despite her more fiery attitude, she is extremely committed and loyal. Always there for the Clan, she is never one to let down or dissapoint.

{ Screen Name: ƑαƖƖєη Sтαяѕ

{ Clan: Thunder

{ Rank: Warrior

{ Kin: Thornrose + Sparkfur = Cypresswind, Russetheart

{ Romantic Interest: none atm

{ ♂ } - - { Owlscreech | 34 Moons

{ This tom takes on a more 'handsome' appearance.. or he'd rather like to think that himself. Owlscreech has a sleek pelt takes on mottled shades of brown - which seems to have ticked tabby markings, too. His tail is bobbed and fluffy; much like a rabbit's, with a white underside. His underbelly, inside his legs, his chest, throat, and the bottom-half of his face are all white, too. He has wide yellow eyes reminiscent of an owl's, with amber flecks within them. His wide but smaller ears often hide beneath how fluffy his ears themselves are, almost blending into the thicker fur of his head. He has a long-legged, lean-muscled build, with a streamlined body and surprisingly dainty paws. His muzzle is rather pointed and long, and he has an overall graceful air about him. How he acts, however, is a huge contradiction to how elegant he may be. Owlscreech is loud, obnoxious, and arrogant. He does what he likes whenever he likes, and he couldn't give two rat-tails about how anyone feels about him. He has a loud voice that carries easily, and he often raises it on purpose. He exaggerates often; claiming to do some deed or that. Perhaps, one day, he'll do something that's truly incredible, and it'll become something akin to the boy who cried wolf, as that's exactly what he is. As a compulsive liar, he finds himself making up lies that even he gets convinced of - and then he has to remember which lie he's told who. There's no doubt that he's a great hunter, though. He's caught larger birds by himself before; he knows what he's doing. However, his overall obnoxious, arrogant attitude can certainly do some working with. It might be good that he doesn't care what other cats think, but he does need to take some consideration in their comfort zone. He's extremely prone to breaking personal boundaries; often getting right in another cat's face. Yep, annoying but skilled, it's easy to feel extremely conflicted about him.

{ Screen Name: ƑαƖƖєη Sтαяѕ

{ Clan: Skyclan

{ Rank: Warrior

{ Kin: open

{ Romantic Interest: none atm

{ ♀ } - - { Petunianose | 37 Moons

{ Like the flower itself, Petunianose a soft-looking she-cat. Her thick fur makes her look a little larger than she actually is, and short legs make her smaller than she'd like. Her body is quite long - as is her tail - and she has a wedge-shaped head with wide-set ears and close-set dark green eyes, giving her somewhat odd-looking proportions. It is obvious that she isn't a Skyclan-born cat. Her fur is a soft tan in color, with her chest and underbelly being paler shades of tan. The toes on each paw are a crisp white in colour, as is her tail-tip. Flecks of a darker tan fleck over her back and haunches, giving a rather interesting effect. A small dash of white flicks between her eyes, and another dots her chin. Her cheekfur is rather fluffy, as is the fur of her elbows and haunches. Her body is lean-muscled and slender underneath all of that fur. A long scar drags from her left shoulder, along her side before it twists up onto her back. It parts her fur in an ugly way, with smaller scars dotting around it. Petunianose is more of a shy she-cat, not one to interact with many others much. It's more like she isn't one to go out and interact, but would willingly accept others to come and interact with her. She holds an air of patience, always there to listen to anyone talk; not that she would actually talk back though. She is considered a mute, having never spoken a single word since she joined the Clan. What no one really knows though, is that she had gone silent through a traumatic experience. Admittedly however, she doesn't trust too easily; a lot of her 'trust' is a bit of a lie, as she'll rarely let a cat walk behind her, and she tends to look over her shoulder a lot. Call her paranoid, but she's been cautious since the day a fox managed to ambush her and her family. Frankly, Petunianose finds herself lucky to be alive, considering the size of the scar that beast gave her. This causes her to be extremely skittish when she scents a fox, or even if someone mentions one. If she's on-alert, she can become jumpy at loud noises. It's hard to blame her, though, with what happened. Her family was practically murdered right in front of her eyes. She has every right to be nervy and cautious about who she trusts. If anyone actually knew what really went on in her past.

{ Screen Name: ƑαƖƖєη Sтαяѕ

{ Clan: Skyclan

{ Rank: Warrior

{ Kin: ??? + ??? = Petunianose, ???, ???, ???

{ Romantic Interest: none atm