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BONEMAIDEN

Roleplayed by simplylight
"Her dirty paws and furry coat / She ran down the forest slopes / The forest of talking trees / They used to sing about the birds and the bees / The bees had declared a war / The sky wasn't big enough for them all / The birds they got help from below / From dirty paws and the creatures of snow." As daunting as the sound of cracking bones, yet alluring as the maiden of grace should be, this feline has the personality of a mother of wild beasts. Her fearsome devotion to serving her clan mixed with the rebellious nature of her unquiet-ed spirit make for a terrific combination. Bonemaiden is a creature of habit, yet a free spirit. She is overall a queenly catastrophe. With a tall, skinny frame and eyes like gun-metal, she isn't one you would expect to be a fighter. Yet, she has the power to control, manipulate, and puncture with both her sword of tongue and sharp, tendril-like claws. Charcoal and ivory make up a tuxedo coat that covers her deceptive figure. This beautiful conundrum has a talent for creating tension because she isn't afraid to voice her opinion. She is a strong supporter of her own form of justice and will fight tooth and claw for what she believes is right. Her abrasive personality leads her to clash with some, especially her half-brother Copperstain. Bonemaiden was named after Bonestar and Rosemaiden. Her siblings are Suncrown, Tumbletundra, Illusionhaze, Tangledtruth, Mistfalls, and Shiningsoul and her half-siblings are Copperstain, Velvetdusk, Spindlebrook, Tourmalinesky, Silverlace, and Sagesymphony. "And for a while things were cold / They were scared down in their holes / The forest that once was green / Was colored black by those killing machines / But she and her furry friends / Took down the queen bee and her men / And that's how the story goes / The story of those beast with those four dirty paws." Lyrics: "Dirty Paws" - Of Monsters and Men.

BURNINGEMBER

Roleplayed by pluto
One half of a contrasting duo, Burningember is charismatic and impulsive tom, always listening to his instincts and not afraid to speak his mind. If it weren't for his "better half", he would have been dead a long time ago. As the name would suggest, he is engulfed in a swirl of fire orange, ash grey, and white, with hazel eyes.

SEABLOSSOM

Roleplayed by pao
The sea gives life and meaning to all. It is the beginning and the end, life and death, the start and the stop, where all returns and all starts. It holds the knowledge of the world in its depth. All the history, the stories, the myths float within its current. Storms spring to life, carrying the sea’s waters to the ponds and lakes, to the rivers and the creatures, spreading the tales of old across the land and collecting those of new back to the sea. It is a process of knowledge, a key element to life. And yet, many underestimate the effect it has in our lives. Seablossom understands. Her mother had been named Sealife and had given her life for her kits to be born, starting the cycle once again and giving rise to the next generation. It was a blessing and a curse to bear such knowledge at such a young age. Almondhope, Applecrisp, and Seablososm would never know their mother apart from the stories they were told. The knowledge of her life would be held dear to their hearts as they surfed the waves of their own lives. Where one life ended, three more began, each taking their own path through the waters of life back to the sea. Seablossom was the one that looked the most like their late mother. Where Sealife had seaform coloring, Seablossom has fur of frozen water. An icy white paired with her petal green eyes, she is a storm come to life upon the earth. Her life has been one whirlwind after the other. Pushing and pulling her in all directions, teaching her how to ride through the storms of life, how to handle despair, grief, happiness, longing, and love. She found self-sacrificing tendencies, loyalty to those around her, respect and honor to those before her, and wisdom to lead. She found answers and questions, concerns and worry, and much responsibility she was not sure she could handle. And yet, all treasures brought to her by the sea and its never-ending cycle of knowledge and life. Seablossom would take on the task of raising her younger siblings in her father’s place. He was not sound of mind, he was lost within the sea’s grasp and would not find land again. She bore the burden of motherhood at a young age, put off her own life to help begin and shape theirs. The loss of the tom who’d raised her, threw her into a tornado of despair and grief, of self-blame and depression, of questioning and longing for land. It was one she took far to long to crawl out of, and never full emerged from. Seablossom would from then on be clouded by depression and grief, never to escape its storm. Her worries would expand to her uncle and sister, causing her anxiety and a desire to remain firmly seated on land beside them. Seablossom could not bare to lose either of them, to lose anymore to the sea. But alas, the sea cares not for one’s desires and merely carries on how it pleases, pushing and pulling where it sees fit. Storms come and go and just like them, Walnutchime would too leave and Ivorycrown would push her away for many years before coming around again. Whirlwinds, storms, tornados, hurricanes, they come and go, brushing through her life, leaving it in despair and destruction until next time. Often, she wonders how long her life will remain in this constant push and pull? If she’ll ever escape its clutches? Would the sea ever see a time in which it could, would allow her to touch land once again, if only for a brief moment? One day the sea would pull her down into its deepest clutches and not release her. The depression would consume her, the anxiety ripple through her. And all Seablossom can do is ride the waves put before her and hope to hold on a moment longer, to see another storm. For all the knowledge in the world can not protect one from the unknown and its unpredictable tides.

ICEFROST

Roleplayed by pluto
The polar opposite of his twin, Burningember, Icefrost is the more reasonable of the pair. His cold exterior reflects that of his name and some would even say he's indifferent, but that is not entirely true. Underneath it all, he is a caring tom. He sees that his personality is to balance out his brother's impulsiveness. Icefrost is a white tom with a slender build and shares his brother's hazel eyes.

CROWNGLASS

Roleplayed by Cleaver
His golden gaze is wise beyond his thirty-three moons, and his weighty demeanor speaks volumes of the struggles of his past: the world-weary hesitance of his smile, the patient calm in the tilt of his head, the flicker of haunt in the back of his gaze. Reflective like a one-way mirror, everything he feels is on open display in his eyes: he never learned to conceal his mirth or his shock, to edge out depression or temper anger. In this way he is faithfully honest to the end, unable to tell a lie he doesn't truly believe in, a skill that has caused him as much trouble as it has aided him. He might be trustworthy, but sometimes openly expressing his emotions can send the wrong message, and drive away cats he would rather have kept close by. The young kit that danced around the paws of his mother was left to grow without them, without his siblings, and his troubles did not ease from there; he was chased up a tree by a fox in the dawn of his time as a warrior, badly injured, and thrown to the ground to break his ribs. While he recovered, his clan suffered bouts of sickness and they were driven from their home. Trials rocked the clan and his faith in their ancestors, and he hesitantly turned his gaze outward - exploring beyond their borders, as he had once done as an apprentice, and happened upon a savior. She became his best friend and soon, he must confess, he felt more than friendship for her; he did his best to disguise it, but he is still an open book when everyone knows exactly where to look for his true feelings. Sickness rocked his clan once again and a nightmare sent him fleeing his clan until he joined the deputy of EarthClan at her home, where he began to settle uncertainly into his new life. Crownglass is wise and patient, with a calm tempered by far too many hard experiences, but despite the weary age in the lines of his face he is not so old or tired as he seems. There is still a strong spirit raging within him, a hint of humor and a powerful dedication to his new home. Leaving home did him good, and he learned to look after himself, to see his own strength and accept himself for who he was. It was the start of a long journey, but he was pleased to take it. He found a new mate in his new home, and when their clan was destroyed, he found her again so they could finish their lives together. Born to Glacticcrumble and Deal in SummerClan, Crownglass's siblings - Maria, Nebulakit, Aurorakit, and Solarkit - are all deceased with the exception of his brother Quark. He is a thick-furred ebony tom with golden eyes.

TOADSTREAM

Roleplayed by Spottedleaffan21
Draped with a shadowed ebony cloak and blended with delicate whisps of honey, spawn a coat of diverse colors and exceptional gloss - beginning at the tip of his black heart shaped nose, passed his enthralling green eyes and ending at the tip of his winding tail. Lengthy limbs enhance great speeds and agile movements enabling absolute hunting. Though his stunning features may leave a she-cat staring in awe, what makes this tom so unique is his magnetic personality with an amiable disposition. Generous, thoughtful, gentle, and selfless are all words used to describe him. Being a former Earthclan warrior, Toadstream was found wandering Fallclan territory, lost and confused, after a devastating storm tore through his home and destroyed what was left of Earthclan. After taking refuge with Fallclan, he repayed their generosity by becoming a full warrior of the clan. His mother was Berryfrost, whom lost her life saving her son from the soul-snatching floods and his father being Stonefang. His sisters are Deerflower, whom found refuge in Dayclan and Quailchaser whom also lost her life in the floods.

WYVERNDELIRIUM

Roleplayed by Cleaver
The restless inventor, he dares to create his dreams. Most cats appreciate their childhood ambitions from a distance, and let them slide into the past; a select few will chose to actively pursue them, but they cling stubbornly to their dream and refuse to let it change. Wyverndelirium keeps his eyes on the prize and his mind set on his dreams, but the image itself is constantly changing and recreating itself. Defeat doesn't knock him down, it teaches him how to get back up stronger, and he crafts his plans based on what each failure tells him. It's very rare that one of his creations succeeds, but he learns more from the difficulties than he does the victories, and every improvement refines his confidence. His right eye has a sort of haze over it, a distant look; it doesn't impair his vision, but every cat has seen that familiar look in his green gaze. Wyverndelirium tends to space out and lose focus on the present, instead constantly mulling over his next creation. When the moment calls for it, he could always bring himself back to reality, and his brilliant mind often led to some creative and complex methods of hunting and fighting. It doesn’t matter if he ends up hurt, he will do whatever it takes to help his clan, and he is always striving to improve their daily lives. His family was a prominent one within his old clan, but he suspects they can all agree his litter was the strangest. Even so, it's their oddity that makes them such valuable and integral members of their clan. When the Ripple Cough struck the clan, he fled along with his family, and saw some of them perish - but what was he could do? He grew even closer with his sister Tinybreath as he saw his worst fears come true: his clan died, and he didn't know many of them intimately enough to grieve. He has to keep moving forward and fix his mistakes in the future, but it haunts him to know how fragile it all truly is. He protested against his brother's appointment as deputy and eventually took his place when their leader was overthrown, and worked his hardest to make his clan happy. He was by all marks a better deputy: he was careful with sending out patrols at the right time, paid attention to who got along and who needed a break, and spoke freely with his cats. Yet they were unhappy, and he could only be blind to his leader's faults for so long. When Riverstar was overthrown he was placed into a state of uncertainty, his relationship with his family destroyed, on the rocks with his romantic interest as well. When WaterClan was destroyed he fled to start a new life without the rest of his family. He didn't expect that it was in SummerClan he would first find comfort, but it was too late, and he'd chosen his clan. Instead, he watches across the border as his love moves on and finds someone else to love. He wants to be a good warrior, but with so much guilt on his shoulders, he simply isn't sure how. Wyverndelirium is a dusty orange tom with a white forepaw and underbelly.

NORTHERNLIGHTS

Roleplayed by Lost
Northernlights is a handsome, light brown tom with sea green eyes and a charcoal gray nose. His muzzle, ears, back paws, and the tip of his tail are all a dark brown, almost black. He is lithe and small but nevertheless good looking, and he knows it too. Northernlights is a very egotistic, self-oriented tom. He’s not at all modest and will tell you exactly how it is (whether it’s about you or himself). His often blunt nature can get him into trouble, although he feels it’s better to be truthful than to tell even a little white lie. He struts around like he’s a king, tail and chin high, usually with a sarcastic smile on his face. At times, he can even be a little grumpy and extremely bossy when he feels things aren’t going his way. Most of these traits make Northernlights really seem like a bad guy, but here’s the kicker – he is truly a sweetheart and a kind soul underneath it all. While the world seems to revolve around him, he would drop everything in a moment to help nearly anyone that needed his help. Life is precious, and he understands that. Because beneath his shallow exterior, Northernlights is a deep, old soul that nearly walks with two spirits in the forest. One is the tom he wants to be – the one that doesn’t care, the one that is sarcastic, self-centered – and the other is the tom that he truly is. He can’t stop himself from trying to be brave, trying to be the hero. He is often a good friend, although his friendship is sometimes hard to come by. Northernlights' story isn't all that tragic, but it did shape him into the tom he is. Northernlights is the son of two former FallClan leaders, Oceanstar and Madstar. When his mother was pregnant, they lost his father, and this led to Oceanhaze losing her status as deputy because of the depression she fell into. This led to her becoming even more depressed and cut off, and this included toward her one and only son. She took care of him, but there was no emotion in it. She regreted it later, and knows the reason Northernlights is so cold on the outside is because of her, but she's proud of who he is on the inside. After Oceanhaze learned to live with her pain, she rose up and became leader once again, leading her clan back to greatness. She tried to fix her relationship with her son; and upon her death, all was forgiven. It’s difficult to scratch below Northerlights' temperamental, selfish personality, but once you get through the surface, you strike gold.

GLANIUR

Roleplayed by lavellan
The drop of rain water in the stream, the rustle of leaves on a stormy day. The mouse hiding from its predator, the predator chasing its prey. A picture is worth a thousand words, but those words change with each story. Which is reality? Which is fake? Vision and sight. They are a simple sense, something that most cats have. Something that most take advantage of. Do they truly see the world for what it is? Perhaps the blind are the ones who see the most. Maybe those gifted with sight are the ignorant ones. The lucky ones. Who truly wants to see the world? Each little movement, unseen. Every tiny ant, ignored. Even something as big as a tree, often overlooked. Things that you would never even guess would be important, end up being life changing. This is the training that was pushed into Glaniur, to never ignore a single detail. Be aware of everything, as a blind cat would if they were given the chance. Overlooking a single fact could be deadly. Each sound, each movement. Take it all in, and think. Be tactical. Surprise your enemy with the obvious. Or the unexpected. After all, no one would expect to be beaten in a fight by a former kittypet. Not all kittypets have an easy life, however. Some are tortured, abused, even when a young kit. There was no love to be found by his twolegs, and so it was little surprise that Glaniur took the first chance he could get to escape. Even as a kit, he was always watching for an opening. It was that habit of his that made a small group of rogues take him in to train. The young tom learned every skill he knows from them, but at a cost. They were rogues. Untrustworthy, dangerous. Even for a kit. Sometimes, Glaniur wondered which life was better. The rogues knew no mercy. It was enough to turn a kit into someone else. They abused him much like the twolegs. But, he had freedom. He was offered knowledge. So, he went along with the training until the rogues abandoned him. The day they vanished was the day Glaniur officially gained freedom. He was no longer at the mercy of others, bent and beaten to their will. He was finally able to look after himself. Yet, he still ended up in a clan, following another’s orders. It was an odd thing, for a cat with no more trust to give, ending up in a clan. He makes no secret of his hatred for others, just as most cats do with kittypets and rogues. But, sometimes it’s easy to forget. After all, he seems to turn everything into a joke, responding to most things with a sarcastic remark. It’s curious, however, how Glaniur never throws his looks around. His speckled black face, covering his cream colored pelt, and his icy clear eyes, he’s not too hard to look at. But, Glaniur seems to not take a romantic interest in anyone.

VIKTORYGOLD

Roleplayed by lavellan
A prince on the run. A pair of mismatched eyes. A mysterious background that he rarely ever speaks of. Viktorygold is a cat that you wouldn’t expect to have secrets, as he will spout anything that comes to mind. Often aloof, but very polite, and a natural flirt, whether he means to be or not, Viktorygold is a cat that is rather easy to get along with. He is always pushing himself to do his best, though he does everything else at his own pace, and is normally rather easy-going and free-spirited. In reality, this cat is none other than Viktor, the son of Aiden, who helped turn Brookclan into the monarchy it was known to be before the flood. He was supposed to be the heir to the throne, but turned it down, passing it to his sister, Anastasia. Then, his brother, Rasputin, had arranged for the assassination of Anastasia. The plot had failed in taking her life, but it resulted in his father’s death, and Viktor being chased out of Brookclan with a target above his head. He knew his siblings would think he had died in the plot, and maybe that was for the best. If he stayed hidden, he could stay alive. If he could stay alive, he could find a way to save Anastasia and his other brother, Sasha. If he could stay hidden. After all, there had to be plenty of black and white toms in the clans, right? Even if he did have unique eyes; the left eye being blue, and the right green.

GREYHUNT

Roleplayed by lavellan
Occasionally known as The Mistress of the Hunt, Greyhunt's specialties lay in tracking prey. She is a keen hunter with blue eyes that can spot any small details, which makes tracking come so naturally that others would call it a sixth sense. This silver tabby knows exactly what needs to be done to get what she wants, and with her greedy nature, not much of what she acquires will leave her place. She has a way with words that one might think her to be posh, which is quite a contrast to her twin, Ravendagger. eve is too lazy to write a proper bio, so more will be added at a later time.

FJORDSTORM

Roleplayed by Simplylight
She is maiden of determination and brawn. Her muscular build seems to compliment her grace and not take away from it. Brilliant aqua eyes light up against a brown, white, and tan calico coat. While average in appearances, there is a lot about this young she-cat that will enchant you. Fjordstorm and her brother Talonstrike grew up without their biological parents, yet they seem so put together. The two fought hard to earn their places among Fallclan’s ranks and will not let their past define them. Fjordstorm is the daughter of an Earthclan tom named Regn who died before they were born. Her mother is unknown, but she knows that she was named after her uncle in the Regime, Fjord. She is said to have a more serious personality than her father or brother. She’s fierce and sometimes more sensitive than she needs to be, but many have come to love her. She would die for her clanmates and is one of the most loyal friends you could have.

CAVERNCRYSTAL

Roleplayed by Simplylight
Happy-go-lucky and pure at heart. At least, that is how many see him. He's an unlucky disaster waiting to happen. Caverncrystal likes to pretend that he has it all together. Truthfully, he has an irrational fear of being alone, and especially of being alone in the dark. It's an ironic thing, given his name. Many do not realize this fact about him. He comes off as so cheery and bright, yet underneath his mottled brown coat is a dark fear that saps at his strength. His eyes are bright blue and never seem to lose their sparkle, but that is simply a facade. Caverncrystal's parents are Pygmyprawn and Wright and his siblings are Seaserpent, Jadepond, Treasurecove, and Urchinsong. More to come as he is developed.

TALONSTRIKE

Roleplayed by Simplylight
Golden-brown fur like the blazing sun makes up the base of his coat. His eyes are bright amber like his deceased father, Regn’s. Talonstrike is the brother of Fjordstorm and nephew of the former commander of the Regime, Fjord. He never knew his mother or father, but heard many stories at gatherings from some of the Earthclan cats that knew Regn. Talonstrike has a joyful, bright personality. He loves to tell stories and hang around the kits. Growing up, he was always trying to show his loyalty to Fallclan. He would jump on as many patrols as possible and trained hard to become a formidable warrior. More to come as he is developed.

BARDPAW || REQIUM

Roleplayed by Cleaver
Astute, vigilant, charming —— many cats seem surprised how perceptive and gentle he can be; something about his long whiskers imprints a menacing image he doesn't fit. Bardkit works well in group settings and is often the focus of attention —— he's generous with his hearty booming laughter, intelligent informed quips and warm support, and his jokes rarely come at another's expense. His soft too-blue eyes are inclusive and adoring, and he gives everyone the proper attention if he can. With his ease around other cats it's easy to forget that he never shares anything about himself, and he's just as mysterious as his siblings. Few cats know intimate details of Bardrequiem's life beyond events in the public eye. They know he came with his siblings Clericchime, Paladinbeacon, Rogueshadow, and Rangerstrike to FallClan from somewher far away, but not how or why they came there: the siblings are mute on the subject and never share their story, though in truth, Bardrequiem has forgotten it. He has a poor memory especially for tales he doesn't care for and prefers to focus on the present moment. He arrived with a lyre string draped over his shoulders and wrapped around one paw, intentionally or perhaps hopelessly tangled, and it hasn't been seen since —— perhaps he let it go, or hide it away, he refuses to answer that question. Most questions about himself are deflected or answered in vaguely, uncertain terms, and pushing too hard yields no ground. He's in tune with other cat's emotions and respond to them gently, but pry into him too restlessly and he hardens: he's stern and careful and he can dig his claws into a vulnerable spot just as easily as he'll soothe it. Bardrequiem likes his privacy and he demands other cats respect his wish. His siblings know this keen, crueler side of him, but he rarely explores it, because he doesn't have to; he's always watching and taking in the information he needs, just in case, but he doesn't act on it unless necessary. His family are his to protect, just as they protect him, and he won't be caught off guard when they need him. A lanky offwhite laperm with ashen points and curly soft fur, his sprawling expanse is more often seen lazing around the camp than anywhere else —— he isn't prone to overworking and while he will hunt and look after his clan, he enjoys having a moment of solitude just to himself to relax and enjoy the day. Most of the clan seems far too focused on the details and he likes looking at the grander scheme and remembering he will not always have such a warm and beautiful day to sit around and do nothing.

CHAIPAW || CRISP

Roleplayed by Simplylight
She is a petite ember tabby she-cat with light amber eyes. Her right eye has a little splash of darker amber like a splash of chai tea. She's airy, almost fairy-like in personality. Her favorite thing is to climb the tallest trees and look down upon the world. To her, it's exilirating being taller than everyone else. More to come as she is developed.

CHERRYPAW || GLIMPSE

Roleplayed by komiharu
A dark brown she-cat with even darker green eyes. Possessing a petite and lithe form, Cherryglimpse exudes more energy than it seems her tiny body could even hold; with boundless enthusiasm for any activity and neverending friendliness toward total strangers, Cherryglimpse has little trouble making friends, and knows how to turn down her loud personality when she could be getting too overbearing, or during serious moments. In fact, while she generally is cheerful and outgoing, much of Cherryglimpse’s exuberant personality is exaggerated for the benefit of her younger sister Citrineglass, who is painfully shy. Cherryglimpse views herself as Citrineglass’s guardian of sorts, and makes sure to get to knowall the other cats in the Clan so that Citrineglass is sure to make friends too. Cherryglimpse is a weak fighter and hunter, but has well-developed social skills, and can be incredibly be persuasive when she wants to; this makes her a good mediator and diplomat, and she is often the one sent to diffuse arguments between her Clanmates.

CITRINEPAW || GLASS

Roleplayed by komiharu
A light brown she-cat with tabby markings and green eyes. Citrineglass is one of the larget she-cats in her Clan, and possesses a great deal of muscle and strength – even more than her some of her male Clanmates. A daring and courageous fighter, Citrineglass’s bravery extends oly as far as the battlefield. In day-to-day Clan life, she’s one of the most shy cats in the Clan, and if not fir her sister Cherryglimpse, she likely would not have any friends due to her social anxiety. Her fear of socialising leads to her getting overwhelmed and being more blunt than she’d like to be, but her blunders aren’t intentional, as Citrineglass doesn’t have a malicious bone in her body. She views herself as Cherryglimpse’s guardian of sorts, due to her sister not being particularly skilled at hunting or fighting.

PUMPKINPAW || SPICE

Roleplayed by Lavellan
Orange and white tabby she-cat. Enjoys eating spicy things and will try to eat anything.

SOOTHINGPAW || FALL

Roleplayed by Phantom
Soothingfall is an average sized she-cat wrapped in thick, pure white fur that frames bright yellow eyes that glow like orbs of sunlight against a fresh blanket of fallen snow. Soothingfall is a steadfast feline, once she had made a decision or made up her mind there is very little one can do to alter it. She is an adventure seeker and often finds herself in sticky situations because of it, the danger has never stopped her though and even after countless mishaps she refuses to let fear dampen her wild behavior.

GRAYPAW || SKY

Roleplayed by Lost
When a cool breeze sends the trees swaying violently and the sun is slowly swallowed by dark clouds, that is when you know that Graysky is around. Graysky is a tom of medium size, though beneath his longer coat, he is lithe and lean. His fur is a mixture of grays and browns, marked with tabby stripes. His muzzle, chest, and two front paws are marked with white, and a set of deep blue eyes can always be found watching and waiting. Since kithood, Graysky has always been more on the quieter side, though don’t believe that it means he is peaceful, lazy, or mute. Graysky is an observer, he watches before he makes any move, always prowling through life as though on a hunt. He believes that impulsiveness is synonymous with death. Just as he comes in quietly and without warning, Graysky is as wild and as fierce as the storm that follows. He is an incredible fighter, his blows powerful and his paws quick. He is a warrior through and through, the first to step forward to defend his clan. Graysky was raised from kithood by his elder sister, Seablossom, after their father died. He has always been grateful to her, and to EarthClan, where he was born, and to FallClan, for making him into a fine warrior. He is protective over his siblings, and though he does not speak with them much, you can find him lying quietly beside them on sunny afternoons or sharing prey when he is hungry. Graysky does enjoy having fun from time to time, especially having mock fights and exploring. Though quiet, if you get to know him, you’ll find that he is full to the brim of thoughtful opinions and thorough ideas. He also has a side to him that startles those who hardly know him — he loves to make others laugh, often times at his own expense when necessary. He is not the first to open up and trust others, but once you dig a little deeper, you’ll strike the warm, golden rays of sun beneath his stormy exterior.

SEABLOSSOM

Roleplayed by pao

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CRIMSONKIT || BLAZE

Roleplayed by Delrowe
She's a fiery little she-cat, her personality matching the intensity of her thick red fur. Her eyes are a lurid green and always seem lost in thought. Crimsonblaze is rather small in size but she has learned to use it to her advantage quite well. Her quick feet and wit lend her exceptional skill in hunting and tracking prey. Although she's bold in everything she does, she doesn't pick unnecessary fights and will hold her tongue when needed. Crimsonblaze doesn't really have what you would call friends. Her relationships with others are often strained and awkward. She doesn't like the idea of having someone else depend on her or having to depend on someone herself so she keeps her distance when possible. The red furred feline is not unfriendly, however, and will talk your ear off about trivial things to keep the conversation light. Her heart is dedicated to FallClan through and through. She wasn't born into this world but someone decided to give her a chance to live and she wasn't going to waste it by being mediocre.

TURKEYKIT || LEG

Roleplayed by simplylight
Turkeyleg is your average-looking cat with a not-so-average personality. Long brown tabby fur covers his whole stout body from nose to tail-tip and dark amber eyes adorn his triangular face. He is a pawful and a half to deal with because he is ALWAYS getting into stuff. This cat is a legit mess. He always finds himself wandering over the border or bumping into all the important cats and acting a fool. However, no one can doubt his loyalty to Fallclan. He's almost loyal to a fault considering how much trouble he gets into. More to come as he is developed.

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