MewMew's Notes and Junk

Name: Flashstar
Gender: Female
Age: 31 moons
Rank: Leader
Appearance: A pretty, slender she-cat with a ruffled pelt of bright ginger and dark russet. Though her pelt remains mostly flat, the areas around her tail, cheeks, ears, and elbows tend to be more fluffy and feathered and stick out messily. Her tail is long and feathered, and her paws are small and quick. Her eyes are faded yellow-green, like the sun-scorched grasses of a high plain.
Crush: Open
Mates: None
Kits: Nettlepaw
Kin: Younger brother- Glowpaw, Cousin- Sandrazor
Other: While she has been a cat of Terraclan since birth, she was born of cats who were originally of Featherclan- thus she appears more like that of the forest dwellers in appearance and ability. She is the fastest cat in Terraclan, and though she wasn't blessed with their sturdy build, she matches their fearsome demeanor with her strong will and lack of fear.

Name: Sandrazor
Gender: Female
Age: 30 moons
Rank: Deputy
Appearance: A very skinny she-cat with a thin pelt of sandy creamy and tan. A faint spot of grey blends into her pelt over her shoulderblades and back of her neck. Her legs appear very fragile, but are very strong and carry her swiftly around on her dainty paws. Her tail is long, thin, and whiplike, and her ears are extremely big- as if to stay she has the blood of an Abyssinian in her veins. Her eyes are an odd olive-grey color and tip of her nuzzle and nose match the same faded grey color as her upper back.
Crush: Cesiousflame, though she may not make it very obvious.
Mates: Open
Kits: Open
Kin: Cousins- Flashstar, Glowpaw, Second cousin- Nettlepaw
Other: While her father was the brother of Flashstar's mother and thus had the blood of a Berryclan cat, Sandrazor's mother was a full-blooded Terraclan cat. This allows Sandrazor to be nearly as swift as her cousin, but still harbor great strength despite her seemingly frail build. Razor-sharp wits bless this cat, but only during the heat of the moment. She is rather stupid at other times- usually blinded by her devotion to her older cousin. Sandrazor is a hot-blooded, bull-headed cat who is typically hard to be around due to her easily being angered and her constantly annoying praises to Flashstar. She easily is offended by those who don't see the 'wonderfully amazing qualities' of the leader that she sees and is quick to put her sharp tongue to use when Flashstar is denied respect- which usual leads to the leader scolding Sandrazor for her idiocy.

Name: Nettlepaw
Gender: Male
Age: 11 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance: A small, light sandy orangy-brown tom with a tan underbelly, paws, and chin. Yellowish gold tips the thin bristles around his neck, along his spine, and on his bushy tail and his bright, wide eyes are a rich honey-gold. He is sturdily built, but carries a lithe and elegant demeanor as to mask his fairly decent strength.
Crush: Most cute little she-cats, but mostly Lightningpaw, Applepaw, Goldenpaw, and Leafpaw- though he doesn't pester her as much (she makes him nervous, but not in a crush-like way). He's rather smooth with the ladies.
Mates: Open
Kits: None
Kin: Mother- Flashpaw, Uncle- Glowpaw, Second cousin- Sandrazor
Other: He is cheery and flirty by nature and he makes friends very easily. His closest friends, however, happen to be Glowpaw of Emberclan and Koipaw of Shineclan. One of his favorite pastimes is upsetting and working up Koipaw by pretending the pretty tom is a she-cat and flirts with him- much to Glowpaw's amusement.

Name: Bleachfang
Gender: Male
Age: 35 moons
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: A pale white tom who bear the trademark Terraclan muscle. His muscles often ripple beneath his ghostly, short pelt, and his paws are very big. His paws are dusted a faint grey, almost appearing as a misty fog over his feet, and the pale color also lightly marks his ear tips, tail tip, muzzle, neck, and upper spine. His eyes are rimmed in thin black, and his eyes glow a sharp yellow-orange. Whenever he stands in the sun, his faded pelt of white reflects off a soft yellow gleam, as if to say his pelt was originally a regal golden color, but was bleached by the sun.
Crush: None
Mates: Jademire
Kits: Shadowkit, Grapekit, Redkit, Shinekit
Kin: Half sister- Orangepaw, Strawberry / niece- Yellowmoon
Other: While both Orangeice and Strawberry are his half sister, neither are related to each other as his mother was the mother of one and his father was the father of the other. Somehow Yellowmoon is mixed in, but honestly- I'll get into that later... Anyways, Bleachfang has a naturally serious demeanor and is a bit aloof, but is seen to have a tender side with Jademire and the younger members of the clan. He is always by his mate's side to comfort her whenever she is feeling depressed and is often seen as her 'other half.'

Name: Jademire
Gender: Female
Age: 37 moons
Rank: Queen
Appearance: Jadepaw is a pretty she-cat with a pelt of various details. The base coloring of her pelt is a faded ashy grey, though her soft chest fades to a faint cream, and her legs to a faded black color like soot. Her body is marbled with odd markings of greys and dark browns, and finally topped with a ticking of tiny silver and black dapples that laden her entire body. Her claws are long and black, as is her muzzle and tall ears. Her eyes are rimmed in black and shine a lovely hue of a dark bluish green, and her light pink nose sticks out like a sore thumb on her darkened face of monochrome color. Her tail is thick and feathered and her belly, undertail, and neck are a faded white only ticked by the faint silver flecks.
Crush: None
Mates: Bleachfang
Kits: Shadowkit, Grapekit, Redkit, Shinekit
Kin: Deceased
Other: Jademire is more aloof than her mate and typically appears rather emotionless. Despite her expressionless face, one can try to tell what she is feeling from her actions, which tend to be very affectionate- even to the leader and deputy. Though none desire to tell about it, it is rumored that Bleachfang, his mate, the leader, and the deputy have a past together that result with Flashstar and Sandrazor viewing the somewhat silent queen as a mother figure and Bleachfang as a source of advice.

Name: Shadowkit, Grapekit, Redkit, Shinekit
Gender: She / Tom / She / She
Age: Close to two weeks
Rank: Kits
Appearance: A slender cat with glossy charcoal-black fur and odd eggshell-green, almost white colored eyes. Shadowkit's tail is long and wispy and her legs are long and delicate. She also has a small, creamy white spot on the middle of her back like an egg. / A dark charcoal, almost violet-indigo hued tom with short, but thick fur. His build is similar to his father's, being wider-framed than his sisters which all bear delicate frames- with Shinekit as the exception. His eyes are bright, leafy green color and his paws are fairly large for his age. / A silky soft kit with long fur of bright russet red and heavy creamy-white marking the lower portion of her body, including belly, legs, neck, undertail, and chin. Her eyes are rimmed in even darker red fur and her irises are a light, startling yellow. / Shinekit's fur is short, wiry, and black with a large golden brown splotch on right half of her face. Her right eye is gold and her left eye is a milky pale blue, the left being blind from birth. Her tail is bobbed short, the fur at the end ragged and splayed out from a bite.
Crush: None
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Mother- Jademire / Father- Bleachfang / Aunts- Orangeice, Strawberry / Cousin- Yellowmoon
Other: Shadowkit is the loudest and most active of the kits, her brother closely following in second place. Her eyes were the first to open completely and she has been very curious about everything around, though she has yet to get up and try exploring. / Whist his sisters' eyes have all opened, even though barely, Grapekit's have yet to open and remain shut. / Redkit is the oddball of the litter when it comes to appearance as she bears the coloring that her father's parents bore instead of the dark charcoal and cream pelts of her siblings. Sometimes it's rumored that she's not even their kit, though logically the rumor is impossible. / There was an incident recently where a snake made its way into the Nursery and attacked Shinekit's tail in confusion for food. Before the poison could set into her body, Jademire bit off half of her tail so that she could stop the spread.

Name: Paintedstar
Gender: Male
Age: 46 moons
Rank: Leader
Appearance: A thin and lanky tom with a base color of bone white. However, his pure pelt is mottled with sparsely placed splatters of ginger, gold, russet, tabby, brindle, grey, and blue along his boy. His ears are quite large in comparison to others and his tail is long, thin, and whip-like. His legs are long and paws are dainty, but swift. His odd eyes are a rare icy blue- almost white color with faint flecks of amber within the iris and the fur ringing around his eyes are a deep, rich brown color. He is the tallest cat in Shineclan and his height is rivaled only be Cherrystar of Featherclan.
Crush: Open
Mates: Deceased
Kits: Sons- Honeyflood, Mousehawk / Daughters- Leafpaw, Softfrost (Adopted)
Kin: None other than his kits
Other: He is kind, wise, and a general favorite of the leaders among the clans for his strong sense of brotherhood between all five of the clans. He was an extremely close friend of Softfrost and Orangeice's mother, thus he honored her request of keeping secret of Softfrost's father. Such is also why it is easy for it to be believed that Paintedstar is the deputy's father.

Name: Softfrost
Gender: Female
Age: 32 moons
Rank: Deputy
Appearance: Softfrost's is extremely tall in comparison to the others of her clan, with Paintedstar as the only exception. She has a long, silky coat of light brown tabby with tiny flecks of dark ash and soot colors. Her chest, front of her neck, chin, cheeks, belly, legs, and undertail are a pure white that stand out brightly against her darker back and head. Pale blue eyes gleam icy against the tabby fur around her eyes, and her tail is log and feathered. A small blaze of white marks her face, streaking from between her eyes, down her muzzle, and to her nose- which is oddly also white.
Crush: None
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Half sister- Orangeice, father- Cherrystar
Other: Softfrost hates confrontation and often make fights usually come to an early stop or are typically avoided as her soothing coo of a voice tends to advert tension and her wisdom settles eager minds. While she and Orangeice are half siblings, Softfrost's father is Cherrystar of Featherclan- but very few cats are aware of this. In order to keep this a secret, requested by Softfrost's mother herself, Paintedstar has claimed to be the she-cat's father and thus, his real kits have always assumed Softfrost to be their half sister.

Name: Orangeice
Gender: Female
Age: 21 moons
Rank: Medicine Cat
Appearance: A downy soft she-cat of solid white whose fur is very thick, but not long. Orangeice's ears are considerably much smaller than those of the rest of the lan and are somewhat limp at the tips, as they slightly flop over. Her tail is long and very fluffy despite her shorter main coat, and her legs are short as well- making it very clear that she and Softfrost obviously had from different fathers. Her eyes are a brilliantly odd orange and her nose is oddly black, unlike her sister's nose. She bears the same hard, black pads of her sister. She also bears a small grey scar on her upper throat which can only be seen when her chin is raise to the sky and the fur is stretched and parted.
Crush: Open
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Half sister- Softfrost / Half brother- Bleachfang / Nieces- Yellowmoon, Shadowkit, Redkit, Shinekit / Nephew- Grapekit
Other: Orangeice is very sweet and open to others, and sometimes seem almost carefree. However, she still carries the same serious streak- something that must've been passed down from their mother. And yet, despite how nice she may seem, during her waking moments, is lost to the cold and sarcastic nature of her inner self.

Name: Koipaw
Gender: Male
Age: 6 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance: Koipaw is nearly a mirror image of his father- limber and long-legged. However, his smooth white pelt covered in light splotches of pale orange, red, and gold is rather longer and more luxurious than his Papa's. His eyes are a soft, almost albino pink with golden flecks within the iris, making the tom appear very pretty to even other toms.
Crush: Open
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Father- Paintedstar / half brothers- Mousehawk, Honeyflood / half sister- Leafpaw
Other: Koipaw is the only one of his siblings who knows that Softfrost is really not his half sister, however, he keeps quiet about it as his father doesn't know he's aware of it. Koipaw is rather curious about Softfrost's father as the great leader is the only other seemingly albino cat in the clans- thus he wonders if he's somehow related to the handsome leader of Featherclan. Koipaw's best friends are Glowpaw and Nettlepaw, but he is also very close with Applepaw and Leafpaw.

Name: Applepaw
Gender: Female
Age: 7 moons
Rank: Formerly apprentice- currently Queenie
Appearance: A small, white she-cat with downy soft fur like a kit. Light splotches of a pale color similar to Red Merle lace her soft body in large spots. Her paws are snowy white and small, and her eyes are a pale mossy green that cause calm to overcome someone who locks gazes with her. Her tail is so short, it seems almost nonexistent, having her soft, fluffy fur covering the small nub of a tail.
Crush: Lionroar of Terraclan, and Speckledpaw of Berryclan
Mates: Mousehawk
Kits: None
Kin: Aunt- Strawberry
Other: She is very sweet and calm, and very loyal to those around her. She is best friends with Leafpaw in Emberclan as well as her brothers. She understood Mousehawk's shyness and became his mate through the last Moon of the Mates so that others wouldn't judge him if they found out about him liking other toms.

Name: Mousehawk
Gender: Male
Age: 25 moons
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: A faded brown tabby with dark flecks of tan sprinkling his body and face. His underbelly and legs are a light tan, and his eyes are a sharp, darkened gold.
Crush: Redheart and Windwhistle a bit- he likes toms, though he took a she-cat as his mate.
Mates: Applepaw- to be
Kits: None
Kin: Brother- Honeyflood, Younger sister- Leafpaw, Half brother- Koipaw
Other: He's all hush-hush about liking toms and only his closest friends know of it- including Applepaw. However, he is a friendly and sweet cat to be around. However, if angered, he is not a pansy nor afraid to shred a cat's tail. He is an excellent hunter and a pro in the trees despite being a Shineclan cat- his mentor having been a Featherclan warrior before being won as a mate and transferred to Shineclan. She taught Mousehawk the proper techniques after her mate passed away and she returned to her warrior duties.

Name: [tip=Snowstar(skin)]Sleet[/tip]
Gender: Female
Age: 61 moons
Clan: [tip=Formerly Shine]None[/tip]
Rank: [tip=Former Leader]Rogue[/tip]
Appearance: A slender, lithe she-cat who looks very well for her age. Delicately framed with a charming demeanor, Sleet's fur is extremely short- almost merely white fuzz over her skin. Her body is long and elegant, and his tail and legs are both thin and nimble. Her angular head and pointed muzzle are sharp, along with her knobby joints, as to reveal her age through her gaunt features, and her eyes are a glistening dark amber with the whites of her eyes being oddly a pale bluish color. A small spray of reddish brown colors the front of her chest and along her upper flanks in messy splatters, though the color is much more faded with age.
Crush: None
Mates: Deceased
Kits: Softfrost, Orangeice
Kin: ...
Other: Former leader of Shineclan, Sleet was a victim of a mass murder gone wrong and as mistakenly named deceased. Currently, she leads a group of cats depicted as rogues who were also mistakenly named dead from similar happenings. Her name was Snowspatter before she became leader, however, when Splatterstar became the leader of Emberclan, she figured that whenever she may rejoin the clans in the future, after her time as leader, she would take the name of Snowskin. She was fairly close to Palmkit before her disappearance, and the former leader believes to have an idea of who attempted to kill her.

Name: [tip=Birdbones]Flight[/tip]
Gender: Female
Age: 18 moons
Clan: [tip=Formerly Feather]None[/tip]
Rank: [tip=Former Warrior]Rogue[/tip]
Appearance: A pretty she-cat with long, luxurious cream fur and pale, sky colored eyes. Her tail is feathered and wispy, and her paws are delicate, as well as swift. Her middle toes on each paw are spotted white and she has a small white blaze jutting up from her pink nose, and her pawpads being just as pink and soft.
Crush: Stark
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Cousin- Asppaw
Other: Flight was always a troublesome she-cat who tended to butt heads with Bloodblaze all the way through their apprenticehood and into warriorhood. However, she was a very loyal cat to her clan and practically the prefect example of how a Featherclan cat should appear and act- thus she was greatly popular despite her easily insulted nature. When she was claimed 'dead', Bloodblaze seemed to be the most accepting of the fate. She is currently the one who does the most spying on the clans for the rogues as she is a master among the trees and cannot be tracked.

Name: [tip=Zerolight]Zero[/tip]
Gender: Female
Age: 24 moons
Clan: [tip=Formerly Feather]None[/tip]
Rank: [tip=Former Warrior]Rogue[/tip]
Appearance: A sleek black she-cat with a body striped in streaks of grey and white. Her paws are nimble and quick, and her tail and long and furry, layered in monochrome stripes against her dark pelt. Her eyes are a pale, milky white color. She is not blind, but she has a hard time distinguishing colors apart and sometimes gets a color confused with another.
Crush: None
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Half brother- Gleamingskull
Other: Zero is a bit of a mute and was originally an easily forgettable cat in the clan to begin with. Though she was born into the clan by a Featherclan cat, her father was the same Shineclan cat who sired Gleamingskull back in Terraclan. Due to her mother's early death and her father never having anything to do with his kits, as well as her overly shy nature, Gleamingskull never knew that Zero was his younger half sister, though she had known all along of their relationship. She was 'taken out' at the same time as Flight and when the pair decided to hide out, she began very attached to the younger, but more mature she-cat.

Name: [tip=Sweetpaw(stalk)]Shade[/tip]
Gender: Female
Age: 14 moons
Clan: [tip=Formerly Ember]None[/tip]
Rank: [tip=Former Med App]Rogue[/tip]
Appearance:  A pretty, smooth-furred she-cat with lavish white fur and faded splotches of pale grey and light misty blue-grey spotting her sleek body. She is swift-toed and a master huntress due to her lithe frame despite being trained as a medicine cat. Her little pink nose is capable of picking up nearly any scent she is accustom to, and her keen blue-green gaze is one that is never broken. She has a rather pretty black rim to her mouth and waterlines of her eyes, helping to better show off her sparkling fangs and irises.
Crush: None
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: None
Other: Shade was originally the apprentice of Strawberry of Emberclan despite the fact that the cream and red she-cat was still considered an apprentice of Windwhistle. However, because she showed so much promise, she couldn't be ignored for the position. She was taken out during an herb excavation and was believed to have been lost to the river that crosses through the territory due to Emberclan cats' lack of swimming ability and how she was supposed to be collecting mallow by the riverside. She currently acts as the healer for the group of rogues.

Name: [tip=Starknight]Stark[/tip]
Gender: Male
Age: 33 moons
Clan: [tip=Formerly Berry]None[/tip]
Rank: [tip=Former Warrior]Rogue[/tip]
Appearance: A thick-furred tom with a slightly sturdier build than his limber brother, Stark bears a stark black pelt with a scruffy mane around his neck and shoulders. He is lean and has well-trimmed muscles that flex often beneath his gleaming pelt, and his legs are long and strong with wide, but not overly large paws. His tail is similar to Darkhorn's in length and appearance, though Stark's is much less feathery and airy, and rather is heavier and thick, the ends of his fur hanging in dark tendrils.
Crush: Flight slightly
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Brother- Darkhorn / Cousins- Jademire, Blackpaw
Other:

Name: [tip=Dreamdrifter]Dreamer[/tip]
Gender: Male
Age: 42 moons
Clan: [tip=Formerly Shine]None[/tip]
Rank: [tip=Former Warrior]Rogue[/tip]
Appearance: A thin-furred tom with a rather dainty build like his sister, yet fairly good-sized paws. His fur is a creamy pale blue color with a soft white color ticking his body in an icy layer of pure fur. His eyes are pale, blue-grey and his nose is a cute little blue, along with his eyebrow whiskers and delicate, yet hardened paw pads. The undersides of his paws- the fur surrounding his pads- are also a frosty white color.
Crush: None
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Older Sister- Sleet
Other: Dreamer was supposedly taken out when he went to the rescue of his older sister, Sleet. As a tom, it was found strange that he was killed within the time of the she-cat slaughter that was currently taking place, but his 'death' was easily overlooked as the 'death' of the leader eclipsed his. He now follows Sleet's every order as the group attempts to track down their assailant.

Name: Whitestep
Gender: Female
Age: 27 moons
Clan: None
Rank: Rogue
Appearance: A beautiful, sleek-furred she-cat bearing a short coat of satiny white. Light shines off the smooth surface like sun on frost and her points are a soft, skin pink- such as her nose, inner ears, lips, and pawpads. Her tail is long, slender, and the tip often remains tightly coiled like that of a snake. Her eyes are a deep, rich emerald color that would pierce deep into the flesh of those who stare too long if not for her soft and soothing demeanor.
Crush: Cherrystar
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Adopted Sister- Mystery
Other: Whitestep, though born and raised a rogue, decided to bear the name of a clan cat due to her affection for Cherrystar. She is very gentle and soft-spoken, not often being on for arguing or speaking her opinion out loud. She's great for listening and radiates such a welcoming feeling that others can't help but sit down and speak their hearts to her.

Name: Mystery
Gender: Female
Age: 27 moons
Clan: None
Rank: Rogue
Appearance: A dark and muddled she-cat with a grimy pelt of black and brown- very much like wet sod and mud. Mystery matches her name well as she is always covered head to tail in the musty earth of the land and her true pelt color cannot be distinguished from beneath. Her body is very lithe and her tail would appear quite slender if not for the various sticks and leaves which cling to it. Also to go well you her name, she has no distinct scent as she masks it with the strong smells of the forest. All that is known to be true about the she-cat are her keen, vibrant green eyes that pokes deep holes into others with their sharpness.
Crush: None
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Adopted Sister- Whitestep
Other: Mystery, very much unlike her adopted sister, is crude, shrewd, and very snippy. She's not one to easily get along with others and very much enjoys blood sport- even more so in participating in such. She is like an enigma and is rarely ever seen with the rest of the group- she is only ever seen by herself as she claims she cannot stand the others.

Name: Zeke
Gender: Male
Age: 29 moons
Clan: None
Rank: Rogue
Appearance: A muscular, sturdily-built tom with a pelt of dark gold and strong legs. Zeke's paws are wide and large, yet swift despite their seemingly heavy appearance. The tom bears bright golden eyes and a few pink scars about him- two small, thin scars on the left side of his throat and a single jagged scar of pink right between his eyes on his forehead. His tail is average length, but seems thick, just as the rest of his short, but thick coat.
Crush: Whitestep, Mystery
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: None
Other: Zeke is very open and friend to even strangers and is quite the humble cat whom one would see making a great warrior. He is relatively a peacemaker and very loyal to his friends, which he often makes with ease. Despite his strong appearance, he is very gentle, though he's quite the fighter when he needs to be.

Name: Sylph
Gender: Male
Age: 48 moons
Clan: None
Rank: Kittypet
Appearance: A slender tom with a pelt of slate-grey dappled in a light dusting of silver- like that of stone littered with starlight. His form is very elegant and matches that of his sister's, though his pelt is much shorter than Rosaline's feather and soft fleece. His legs are long and thin, but remain strong and muscular, and his tail is thin with a rounded tail rather than pointed. His ears are fairly tall and instead of a soft pink skin tone underneath his pelt, he bears a pale blue-grey color. Sylph's eyes are a stunning glacier blue with soft rings of silver within their midst.
Crush: None
Mates: Anistar
Kits: Willis, Raina
Kin: Sister- Rosaline
Other: Though it is unknown to his sister, Sylph has been sneaking out of his Twolegs' house to meet with the loner which he had made his mate many moons ago. The tom had at first tried to get Anistar to come live with him, especially when she became pregnant with his kits, but when she declined, he didn't push her. Despite this, she allowed the kits to live with him in the house and she lives out in the small wood in the Twolegs' backyard. He greets and spends time with her everyday for the majority of the daylight, which often leads him to missing Rosaline's absence in the house.

Name: [tip=Perhaps to be Whitewalker]Willis[/tip]
Gender: Male
Age: 15 moons
Clan: None
Rank: Kittypet
Appearance: A handsome tom which resembles his father in build rather closely, though he bears his mother's sturdy body and strong neck. Willis' pelt is like that of virgin snow yet to be trampled on by unwanted feet, and his pelt- despite his age- is like that of a young and pure-hearted kit, thick and downy soft. His tail is like that of his father's, rounded at the tip, however, it is much thicker than Sylph's thin pelt. Willis' eyes are a light hazel yellow with a faint rosy hint to add depth- very similar to that of his aunt, Rosaline.
Crush: Open
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Father- Sylph, Mother- Anistar, Aunt- Rosaline, Sister- Raina
Other: Willis and his sister have always known their mother and father love each other very much, despite how Anistar refuses to live with them. And while Raina is more of a daddy's girl, Willis is very close to his mother. He always worries about her living out in the wild and often whines to her about coming to live with them, always assuring her that their housefolk are kind and would love her just as much. However, he respects her wishes just as he has begun to understand her reasons for avoiding Twolegs.

Name: [tip=Perhaps to be Redrain]Raina[/tip]
Gender: Female
Age: 15 moons
Clan: None
Rank: Kittypet
Appearance: A very pretty she-cat with a pelt of pale reddish cream and  long and limber body like that of both of her parents. Upon such a luscious and creamy soft pelt, spots of various small diameters scatter around her body in slight sprays, though avoiding her chest and belly. Her tail is long and thin, though the furry is a bit of a fluffy mess in some parts, and her toes are mostly the bright crimson color of the spots she bears on her flanks, legs, and face. The largest spot of red is on her face, which covers her muzzle and pink nose. Her inner ears and pawpads are the same shade of pink as her nose, as well as the waterlines of her bright, electric cerulean gaze, helping to accentuate their vivid color. However, a thin scar of pink marks across her left eye, causing its vision to worsen in comparison to the other, though it can still see.
Crush: Open
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Father- Sylph, Mother- Anistar, Aunt- Rosaline, Brother- Willis
Other: Raina is much more independent, and though she is quick-witted, she isn't always the most rational thinker. She tends to enjoy running off to play in the wild wood her mother calls home as if they have been calling her. She is careful though to return home before she is missed due to an experience from her youth that resulted in her getting lost for a day and half. She had hidden away when it had begun to rain and cut her eye trying to find shelter in a thorn bush. Her mother ended up finding her and returned her to the house before scolding her the day after she returned from the vet where he eyes was checked for any damage.

Name: [tip=Perhaps to be Prairierose]Rosaline[/tip]
Gender: Female
Age: 31 moons
Clan: None
Rank: Kittypet
Appearance: A pretty she-cat with a pelt of dusty tan and faded brown like that of an Abyssinian. However, her ears aren't as large as such of the specific breed and her tail is more thick and feathered rather than thin. Her legs are long and the inners of all four are a light yellowish tan, along with her neck and under-paws. The rims of her eyes are yellowed in fur and the irises of such are a light rose color. She bears golden whiskers and quite a natural, yet regal look.
Crush: Open
Mates: None
Kits: Adopted- Aster, Primrose
Kin: Brother- Sylph / Niece- Raina / Nephew- Willis
Other: Despite being quite the spoiled kittypet, Rosaline is a bit of a thrill seeker who often sneaks out from her house to venture out into the wild- a secret which she hides from her brother. She isn't aware of his own affairs outside the house, but when she's out and about, she cares for and trains a pair of kits who'd rather remain out in the wild, but love her as their mother. These young she-cats, Sylph knows not of either.

Name: Anistar
Gender: Female
Age: 47 moons
Clan: None
Rank: Loner
Appearance: A regal-looking cat with an odd appearance, Anistar is a long-bodied cat with long, yet thick and muscular legs and a thick-boned tail good for battering others. The she-cat bears a pelt of misty blue-grey across her back, tail, head, and legs; however, a pale sandy tan colors her belly, chest, inner neck, inner legs, muzzle, and a bit of a mask over her eyes and cheeks. Anistar's head seems somewhat small in comparison to the rest of her large body and her ears are small and a bit more rounded than that of the rest of her family's. Her paws are large, but not overly big and are quite nimble. Her whiskers are tan and her eyes are a faded blue that could've once been rich pools of deep sapphire.
Crush: None
Mates: Sylph
Kits: Willis, Raina
Kin: None
Other: Though a very well-fitted wild cat, Anistar was once a kittypet herself to a Twoleg whom mistreated her. Though she bears no hatred towards other Twolegs, she cannot bring herself to resume such a life for the fear that she would have to relive such traumas over again. She much rather enjoy her freedom from behind her mate and kits' home and visit them whenever it pleases them. She is much more comfortable around this specific house than others due to the fact that she actually spent a night in it once before- when she had retrieved Raina from being lost in the woods, the pair made it into the Twolegs' garage and spent the night there from the rain. She knows the Twolegs' of the house have seen her around before and often she assumes they are aware that she is the mother of Raina and Willis and though she's let them pet her a few times before, the she-cat is careful to keep distant enough to avoid being captured by the housefolk of her family.

Name: Blu
Gender: Female
Age: 50 moons
Clan: None
Rank: Loner
Appearance: An extremely large, regal-like she-cat who age only seems to accentuate her wisdom rather than wear her down. Her pelt is thick and heavy; and sports a vibrant blue-grey hue. Her body is muscular and well-built, with long, thick legs of lean muscle and a defensive frame. Due to odd genetics, her bone structure is quite sound and fairly stronger than most of the light-weighted cats within the clans. Her tail is long, large, and ruffled with a pure white underside like fallen snow. The fur around her neck is slightly longer than the rest of her body and matches her tail in the ruffled, jagged fashion. The edges of her 'mane' is frosted in the same white that marks her tail, and a small claw-like spot of white prints on the lower corner of her left eye. A long bang of jagged fur hangs in her face, the edges white as well and the piece of fur is often shook out gentle to remove the blockage from her albino gaze of pale pink. White also covers all four of her legs, though on her front paws, her toes remain blue, and on her hind leg, the heels of her paws are blue. Said paws are quite massive in comparison to others and the strong she-cat i not one to be reckoned with.
Crush: None
Mates: Deceased
Kits: Unknown
Kin: Deceased
Other: Blu is a wandered said to have been to all sides of the world and met with all different kinds of clans along the way. Her wisdom and natural strength is unmatched by any other and her wisdom is often sought out through questioning or the listening of her tales and trials. She is a gentle giant who feels greatly for others, though she may seem indifferent at times, and she is often depicted as an enigma and the bridge between the world of living and that of the spirits.

Name: Aster
Gender: Female
Age: 5 moons
Clan: None
Rank: Loner
Appearance: A rather small she-cat with a pelt of pale ashy grey and a fleece like that of thick down. Aster's body, though little in size, is quite stocky and will be well-built for defense when she ages, her legs and wide chest and flanks already beginning to form muscle. Her paws are a bit too big for her, thus making her sort of clumsy, and her tail is shorter than most and thick. Her whiskers are tinted a bit of a russet color, as well as the areas around her eyes, and her irises gleam a soft lavender-violet.
Crush: Fruitpaw slightly
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin:  Adopted mother- Rosaline, Adopted sister- Primrose
Other: Aster is quite heart-felt and calm, very much like her slightly older peer. She cannot remember a time being without Primrose, even though for the longest time, neither had names. Aster had immediately grown quite attached to Rosaline when the she-cat had caught them something fresh to eat and decided to give them names after flowers- similar to hers. She tends to look up to her adoptive mother and sister with complete admiration.

Name: Primrose
Gender: Female
Age: 7 moons
Clan: None
Rank: Loner
Appearance: A pretty she-cat of pale cream fur tinted a slight yellow in the sun that retains its kittish fluff, but has begun to take a very refine and mature form. Her tail is shorter than average, but seems bigger from the feathered fluff bearing the color of buttermilk. Her legs are short and her paws are rather small and delicate. Her ears are tipped with soft feathering and her whiskers are a dark yellow-cream, as well as the fur outlining her eyes and lacing the bottom sides of her paws. Her irises are a pale pinkish white and her nose, inner ears, lips, and pads happen to be a similar pink.
Crush: None
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Adopted mother- Rosaline, Adopted sister- Aster, Bio Brother- Fruitpaw
Other: Very similar to Aster, Primrose rarely remembers life without her adopted family and is grateful for both of them. However, she faintly remembers another kits whom she assumed to be her littermate being separated from her at a young age before all faded to darkness and water. From whatever past she had come from, the young beauty has remained mute for the majority of the time-even to Aster and Rosaline.

Name: Smazeskies
Gender: Female
Age: 27 moons
Clan: Terraclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance:
Crush: Open
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Half Sister- Meteorstar
Other: Smazeskies is a soft-spoken and friendly she-cat who is often curious about others, but not enough to pry too deeply into their business. This is because she is extremely shy by nature, however, once she opens up, she can be quite the pleasant conversation partner. She also shares the same father as Meteorstar, and though the sisters aren't very close, they are always kind and polite to each other when they're in each others' presence. Smazeskies is actually a bit dumbfounded at how Meteorstar harbors no ill will towards her, as Smaze  got to live with her father while Meteorstar was born to a rogue mother and was orphaned at a young age.

Name: Sapshade
Gender: Male
Age: 14 moons
Clan: Terraclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance:
Crush: Open
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: None
Other: Sapshade is a quiet cat by nature, taking after his mentor. He tends to not poke his head into trouble and speaks really only when spoken to. Other than that, the cat is bit of a mystery who clings to Smazeskies like the she-cat's shadow.

Name: [tip=Sporeaura]Sporepaw[/tip]
Gender: Female
Age: 9 moons
Clan: [tip=Formerly Terraclan]Gaminclan[/tip]
Rank: [tip=Formerly Apprentice]Deputy[/tip]
Appearance: A scrappy young she-cat with a bit of a tussled, unkempt pelt of milky blue which would look rather cute if not for her snappy demeanor. A layer of pale, yellowed cream covers the soft, blue undercoat and is ticked with a spray of faintly darker blue. Sporepaw's legs are rather stout and she stands a bit bowlegged, but her somewhat lithe frame makes it loo a bit more refined, though not elegant. The pads on her paws are a dark blue color that matches her nose, as well as the thin layer of fur outlining her eyes and cover her lids. Her yellow chest and face are free of spots and her eyes strangely a sharp lime color.
Crush: Open
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Cousin- Quartzpaw
Other: Sporepaw was rowdy apprentice and a bit of a troublemaker in Terraclan, though she took being the deputy's apprentice very seriously. Whenever she had stormed off into the territory after one of her famous rage-fits, she had come across Animus. When the older cat's words wormed their way into her anger-warped mind and offered her a place as a deputy, the young she-cat was led away before her better judgement could replace her longing for proper recognition .

Name: [tip=Oceanfeather]Oceanpaw[/tip]
Gender: Female
Age: 7 moons
Clan: [tip=Formerly Berryclan]Gaminclan[/tip]
Rank:[tip=Formerly Queenie]Warrior[/tip]
Appearance: A pretty, long-furred she-cat with light grey-blue fur and silver marking her muzzle, lower neck, belly, and paws, as well as the tips of her ears and her bushy tail. Her eyes are a deep, bright crystal blue and always glow with a cheery sheen. Though she isn't directly related to Bluebell and Pepperpaw, it is very evident in her coloring that they are kin of sorts.
Crush: Open
Mates: Pepperpaw of Berryclan
Kits: None
Kin: Aunt- Bluebell, Cousin- Pepperpaw
Other: She is a distant relative of Bluebell and Pepperpaw, yet despite this, Bluebell insisted that Pepperpaw fight for her to be his mate- which worked out in the end. Her short apprenticeship was guided by whom she called her 'aunt', however her becoming a queenie was somehow more favorable to the older queen. In the end, the pretty young cat caught the eye of Animus and was stolen away with sweet words to join his clan, where she would be beloved. Being nearly as ditsy and even more naive than Meteorstar, and very kind,  she was easily swayed.

Name: [tip=Jeweldust]Jewelpaw[/tip]
Gender: Female
Age: 7 moons
Clan: Gaminclan
Rank: [tip=Formerly Rogue]Warrior[/tip]
Appearance: An extremely beautiful she-cat with a satiny pelt of lusterous white like whipped frost and long fur. Her body is marred by starry coils and stripes of shimmering silver that glint lavishly when they ripple from her graceful movement beneath the twilight's watch. Her gate is charming and elegant- almost to a sultry extent- and her eyes glimmer with a shade of silver that pales only slightly to the sheen of her exotic markings. Her tail is thick and luminous and radiant to the touch of others.
Crush: Shatterpaw
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: None
Other: Jewelpaw grew up a nameless loner, lost to the wild of the Twolegs' Place. Without anyone to care for her, the she-cat developed a mute personality of fear and wariness of others. It is said that when Animus approached her with kind words, she could not believe if what was happening was true. She had followed him with high hopes that he was true with his promise of her having safety, friends, and a name for herself. Jewelpaw is grateful beyond belief to him and the rest of the cats she calls her clanmates for such, and she finally took pride in cleaning her gallant pelt of the dark grime that laden it once such a name so 'unbefitting of her lowly status' was bestowed up her, in an attempt to better bear it. She is very good friends with Oceanpaw as of now.

Name: [tip=Poppyeater]Poppypaw[/tip]
Gender: Female
Age: 8 moons
Clan: [tip=Formerly Featherclan]Gaminclan[/tip]
Rank: [tip=Formerly Apprentice]Warrior[/tip]
Appearance: A slender, chestnut and tan she-cat with a short, sleek coat. Her face is fairly angular, but holds a delicate feeling to her overall appearance. She carries a similar gate as her sister, Chervilpaw, as the two share very similar bodily structures, though Poppypaw is a bit more heavily build and sturdier than the darker she-cat who looks like she'd crumble in the slightest breeze. Her tail is long and thin, with a rounded tip- unlike her sister's pointed tail- and a faint spray of reddish freckles marks her upper back, shoulders, forehead, and length of her tail. Her eyes are a faded rosy color with a hint of golden flesh to the irises, and her nose is a dark salmon-pink, as well as her inner ears and pawpads.
Crush: Olivepaw
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Sister- Chervilpaw
Other: Though she can be sarcastic and stubborn like her sister, Poppypaw is relatively much more tame that Chervilpaw and often acts as a buffer for the dark she-cat's misbehavior.  She's quick witted and tends to have a much longer though process than Chervilpaw. It is unknown by the rest of Gaminclan how the sisters ended up with them, but it is known that they arrived together and seem to hold no grudge for leaving Featherclan- or rather, it too is unknown.

Name: [tip=Chervilchomp]Chervilpaw[/tip]
Gender: Female
Age: 8 moons
Clan: [tip=Formerly Featherclan]Gaminclan[/tip]
Rank: [tip=Formerly Apprentice]Warrior[/tip]
Appearance: A thin, brown she-cat mottled with a mix of darker brown and grey. Her spine and tail is dappled dark with colors of soot and ash, and her eyes are a sharp emerald green. Her body structure is very much like that of a typical Featherclan, which she fits very well, being lithe and light-weighted. Her tail is very slender, paws are quick, and legs are almost stick-thin. A jagged streak of blackish brown blazes across the front of her face along her muzzle- not so much reaching her brown nose, nor reaching past her eyes- but the color stretches off to blend into the dark black that rims her eyes. the skin lining her lips on the inner of her mouth is a gleaming black as well as her pawpads.
Crush: Open
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Sister- Poppypaw
Other: Though she's a bit shrewd, snarky, and sarcastic, she tries hard to get along with her clanmates and often ends up having to rely on her sister's good nature to pull her through conversations with others. She was once fairly good friends with Asppaw, but the two had a bit of a rivalry that leaned on what could be considered slightly on the unhealthy side.

Name: [tip=Bunnyblitz]Bunnypaw[/tip]
Gender: Female
Age: 6 moons
Clan: Gaminclan
Rank: [tip=Formerly Rogue]Warrior[/tip]
Appearance: A darling little thing, she is nearly a ball of downy, snowy fuzz. Bunnypaw's body is small and quick, with tiny legs that spring as swiftly as a hare's. She has a small, somewhat awkward gate that makes her stride short and rather choppy. She tends to move around in short bursts or 'hops' and moves about quickly and jerkily. Her fleece still bears the puffy fluff that a kit's would, but even with age, her pelt will only develop to being slightly more tame. Her eyes are bright and wide, colored in a charming sky blue hue, with pale pink skin outlining their rims, her nose, lips, and soft pads. Her tail chopped short from getting caught in a hunter's trap, but it was already short to start with- being a bit of a pygmy breed.
Crush: Furypaw
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Brother- Chappypaw
Other: Bunnypaw is a bit of a hyperactive optimist short of an off-switch. She's always on the move and tends to act as the clan's scout due to her seemingly ceaseless energy. Though she can be easily startled, Bunnypaw is one to quickly get over things and doesn't dwell too much on the past. She's practically joined at the flank to her brother, Chappypaw.

Name: [tip=Chappytune]Chappypaw[/tip]
Gender: Male
Age: 6 moons
Clan: Gaminclan
Rank: [tip=Formerly Rogue]Warrior[/tip]
Appearance: A young tom with a similar appearance to his sister, Chappypaw bears a downy soft pelt of pure white and kitten fluff to give him a rather fuzzy look. His tail is short, but still much more noticeable than Bunnypaw's numb, and he is slightly larger than his littermate. While Bunnypaw's features are pale, his are much darker- his nose being and pawpads being black instead of pink. The fur around his eyes is also a soft charcoal color and his eyes are a faded blue-grey that glitter dimly like water.
Crush: Glitterpaw
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Sister- Bunnypaw
Other: Chappypaw is just as cheery as his sister, though his stamina is a bit better- he can manage to keep up with the rambunctious Bunnypaw and still outlast her when she drops from exhaustion. Though Chappypaw is optimistic to a semi-sickeningly degree, he is still more realistic than his sister and often has to slow her down to explain things to the she-kit. He cares greatly for his sister and is always with her.

Name: [tip=Houndshard]Houndpaw[/tip]
Gender: Male
Age: 10 moons
Clan: [tip=Formerly Emberclan]Gaminclan[/tip]
Rank: [tip=Formerly Apprentice]Warrior[/tip]
Appearance: A large, dark tan tabby tom with mottled stripes of slightly darker brown to his pelt. He is well-bodied with a sturdy gate and lean muscles which appeared large for his large. He is taller than the rest of those his age and even older, and the tom has paws that would eclipse others from their sheer size. He has a bit of a thicker scruff which hangs like a small mane, the ends tinted almost to a black color. Along his strong spine creeps a similar dark color till the tip of his ruffled tail. His paw pads are a nice, firm black already marred with thin scars of wear. Dark amber colors the majority of his back, as well as the sides of his legs and area around his eyes and muzzle. His eyes are a odd, icy blue that glow with a strange warmth, but carry a stinging chill at the same time.
Crush: Oceanpaw
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: None
Other: Houndpaw was quite the promising cat in his former clan, being bigger and stronger than the average young warrior. His resolve was unbreakable and his actions weren't swayed by the emotions he kept hidden away from every eye. The tom was coveted by many she-cats of young and old, but Houndpaw seemed to have a bit of a coldness that seemed to stun those who tried to get to close to him. He isn't mean, but he isn't necessarily nice either. He has an aloof air of indifference to his being which none seem to fully understand. How he got wrapped into Animus' clan was when the supposedly 'stone-hearted' apprentice found out Oceanpaw had gone missing and he desired to find her...

Name: [tip=Shattershaw]Shatterpaw[/tip]
Gender: Male
Age: 11 moons
Clan: [tip=Formerly Shineclan]Gaminclan[/tip]
Rank: [tip=Formerly Apprentice]Warrior[/tip]
Appearance: A small sepia tom with dark brown, almost black stripes, dark brown toes, and a dark brown tipped tail, and a thin, dusty grey layer across his entire pelt. He has one blue eye and one pale green eye. He has thick, dark grey rings around his eyes, a matching grey muzzle, and two grey scar-like markings that cross on his left cheek. His back legs are quite powerful, allowing him to springing into the air to grab birds and enemies despite being of Shineclan lineage.
Crush: Open
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: None
Other: Shatterpaw was kind of a drifter, even back in Shineclan. He'd slip out of the camp for a matter of days and slip right back in before anyone could really get upset with him. At a young age, he was orphaned when his mother and father died in battle and he never truly opened up to others. Now, he wasn't mean- in fact, he was pretty nice and always held a cool air about him. He spoke charmingly to others and many she-cats began to fawn over her in his later years. However, he never let them too close, and after a few moons, he slipped out again and never returned. Thus is when he joined Gaminclan for the hell of it. Many in his new clan, though, fear he'll just slip on out like in the past...

Name: [tip=Oliveore]Olivepaw[/tip]
Gender: Male
Age: 14 moons
Clan: Gaminclan
Rank: [tip=Formerly Rogue]Warrior[/tip]
Appearance: A slender tom with more of a feminine gate than his sister, Olivepaw bears a strong resemblance to his aunt, Anistar. His pelt is a blend of slate grey and pale brown, giving his surprisingly soft pelt a stony look. He has long, strong legs and a head similar to his aunt's. His neck and chest are a lighter tan, as well as his muzzle, eyelids, and cheeks. His under paws are a similar tan while his pads are a nice rocky grey. His eyes are a flashy olive green with hazel hints and his tail is fairly thick-boned, good for clubbing and battering others.
Crush: Poppypaw
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Sister- Plumpaw / Father- Animus / Aunt- Anistar / Cousins- Raina, Willis
Other: He is very close to his sister, and although Plumpaw deals with more affairs with their father, Olivepaw is closer to Animus. Though they aren't very close either way, he somewhat admires his father with how he was able to bring together all the cats to create Gaminclan. Olivepaw is very friendly among the others of the clan, making friends with even Quartzpaw, and he and Poppypaw have grown quite close and are seen almost always together- of course, that's when he's not with Plumpaw and she's not with Chervilpaw.

Name: [tip=Plumrasp]Plumpaw[/tip]
Gender: Female
Age: 14 moons
Clan: Gaminclan
Rank: [tip=Formerly Rogue]Warrior[/tip]
Appearance: A pretty she-cat with a short, but soft pelt of light chestnut brown- very close to the color of milk chocolate. Her body is stocky, but slender and her legs fit her form well, even if they are a bit thicker than the rest her age. Her face is a bit rounded and she gives an overall warm and inviting feeling. Her eyes are a deep, rich plum color and are lined by dark sepia fur that given sharp angles at the front corners of her eyes, but don't reach too deeply onto her muzzle. Her toes appear to be dipped in the same darker shade of brown, as well as her tail being hazed in a similar, but slightly lighter brown.
Crush: Shatterpaw
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Brother- Olivepaw / Father- Animus / Aunt- Anistar / Cousins- Raina, Willis
Other: Plumpaw and her brother are very close, though neither really know their father all too well. They had grown up with their mother until she died in the Twolegs' Place. They were cared for by the neighborhood strays for a few days until Animus, hearing word of his former mate's passing, came to retrieve them. Though Plumpaw had seen and met her father in the past and believed him when he told them about his clan, she still isn't too close to the older tom. She's more curious in knowing where to find kits of her aunt who left them not long after finding their clan.

Name: [tip=Quartzprickle]Quartzpaw[/tip]
Gender: Female
Age: 13 moons
Clan: [tip=Formerly Shineclan]Gaminclan[/tip]
Rank: [tip=Formerly Apprentice]Warrior[/tip]
Appearance: A stocky and thick-furred, white she-cat with extremely long white, silver tipped whiskers. She has long fur sticking from her cheeks, making her face look wider, but has a long, pointed muzzle with a pale grey nose. She has transparent blue eyes, looking almost clear, and she has thin, spiked fur down her spine, sticking up like needles. The fur down her spine is tipped with a pale silver and her long, thickly furred tail is always bristled, the white spines also tipped with a silver color. Her clear claws are very sharp and her toes are webbed, showing she has ancestors who were swimmers. Her sturdy and muscular body also shows she is of Terraclan descent.
Crush: Open (She's into she-cats...)
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Cousin- Sporepaw
Other: Quartzpaw is a stubborn, hardy she-cat who most find it rather hard to be around. Her words are usually strong, as they are backed up by her firm beliefs, but she has no problem using vile language. She's overly protective of she-cats and tends to be a bit of an aggressor with toms, as she isn't too fond of them. She hates MotMs and the passive nature of her former clan, so she ended up running into Animus and took his offer without arguing- though she's not too fond of the male leader either.

Name: [tip=Bilestar]Animus[/tip]
Gender: Male
Age: 47 moons
Clan: Gaminclan
Rank: Leader
Appearance: A large, muscular tom who's color pattern is an odd dark crimson-ginger and black tabby. Against his brightly colored dark and light crimson-ginger blended tabby fur, a large clump of black fur clung to the top of his head, between his large ears and it hangs down to cover part of his face like a bang. The tuft of fur then connects to the large area of loose skin around his neck with fine, long black fur draped around his neck from the back to the neck down to the chest and part of the front underbelly, looking almost like a black mane of a lion's. He has bright olive green eyes, a long tail that's tipped with long black fur and he has enormous paws with long black claws and tough black pads. He has a long, jagged black scar running from the left side of his chin up to the corner of his left eye, giving that gruff, yet noble look that she-cats swoon over, especially from his lion likeness and luxurious pelt and mane.
Crush: Open
Mates: None
Kits: Olivepaw, Plumpaw
Kin: Sister- Anistar / Niece- Raina / Nephew- Willis
Other: Animus has a kind and warm demeanor which he uses with his clan of kits. He is often seen like a gentle grandfather-type guardian to the apprentices, and for the most part, they all revere him. However, despite such, he is seen to have a harsh streak that could easily match Cherrystar's, which the tom tom keeps hidden behind his charming facade. The rest of the lion-like tom's past is unknown, but most assume his sister, Anistar knows much more. He is also known as the Red King/Lion of the Alleys from his lion-like appearance and how he often guided the strays of the Twolegs' Place.

"We should always be ourselves, everyone else is already taken."
"Sometimes things need to fall apart to make way for better things. I'm saying that if the eggs are already cracked, we better make a pretty good omelet out of it."

Strawberry's head lolled back as her maw swung sloppily agape, her narrow, pink tongue jutting up and out into the around humorously. Along with such, a loud, awkward cackle emitted from the medicine cat's form as her body heavily heaved with each might bellow. After a moment of the strange scene, her head reeled back up to face the couple of cats gathered around her and she blink bleary-eyed at them. "See? I sweeeear- Its fer medicinal purposes only!! Heheheheheheheee!!" Her eyes teared up and her neck snapped back as she purged another gurgling chuckle out into the air of cheering and jeering. "Ya see- I'm jus' tryin' to keep 'ealthy and all since the colder seasons are coming up!! No gettin' Greencough fer me!!"

With a small sneer, Smazeskies laughed lightly at the Emberclan cat's antics and mused darkly, but warmly,"You know that's a lie. Leaffall hasn't even approached us yet, let alone Leafbare." With a snicker, the pale she-cat prodded Strawberry's side and added with a smirk,"Besides, you shouldn't be filling up on your own supply!"

Strawberry sat back up to look at the she-cat giggled,"Aye- I ain't that stupid!! I don't eat my own 'erbs!!" She gave a dastardly sny grin and craned her neck to stick her head into the center of the cluster of cats. With a bubbly whisper, she purred with a rasp,"Its the oldie, Windwhistle's stock!!! Chahahahaha!!!"

At the cream and red she-cat's loud hooting, the rest of the cats- with the exception of Bloodblaze- broke off into a fit of laughter and hot tears. However, the crimson warrior did crack a bit of a smirk of amusement at the Emberclan cat's free spirit. This was a whole lot more entertaining to watch than the fight going on. However, her amusement was short lived as Strawberry's hazy gaze turned to her and she frowned as the she-cat began to splutter in her direction.

"Oi- ya look like ya need a bit of it, eh? Loosen up, lil' lass! Ahahaha!! It makes ya feel like yer fallin' off the side of the mooooon!!"

Bloodblaze shook her head and grumbled with a slight smirk,"Nah, I tend to like keeping my wits about me. And why in the name of Starclan would I want to feel like that?" She scowled as the rest of the cats bellowed with laughter at the youngest cat's response. However, the scarlet warrior felt her pelt prickle and she glanced over her shoulder to see Thunderclaw a little ways away, and her belly tightened at the sight of the goofy grin he wore. After a second more, she turned her head back to the giggling cats and with a look of seriousness, she meowed,"Actually, give me some of that Catmint, Medicine cat." She swiftly passed the pretty she-cat a mouse that she had planned to snack on and she frowned slightly at the stupid smirk that Strawberry shot her as she swapped the mouse with a little stack of sharp-scented leaves. "Uggh- you don't have anymore of the dried kind?" She wrinkled her nose as the strong scent that rose from the leafy membrane. She sighed as the medicine cat cheekily shook her head with a leering stare that glowed beneath her lazily hung lids.

"Fine." Bloodblaze ducked down and quickly munched up the couple of leaflets swiftly. She wanted to cough at the bitter taste of the fresh herbs, but after a moment, she swallowed them down. It didn't take long for the scowl she wore to fade into a cheeky, shit-eating grin own her own fashion, with red eyelids hung over her hazy orange gaze and a hiccuping chuckle on her sharp-scented breath. "Hey, Emberclan-" She decided to be lazy and shorten the medicine cat's title by merely referring to her as the clan she was from. "-This is pretty damn good! Heheheh......HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

"I know right?! 'Ar 'ar 'ar 'arrrr!!!" Strawberry fell backwards onto her back before rolling to her side and thrashing her legs slowly around, Bloodblaze following in a similar fashion are the rest of the cats around them laughed dark and lowly. This is going to quite the fun night!

Name: Hollykit (Hollydrop)
Gender: Female
Age: ~
Clan: Featherclan
Rank: Kit
Appearance:
Crush: None
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Mother- Meteorwisp / Father- Cherrystar / Godmother- Leopardfury / Halfsiblings- Bloodblaze, Pantherleap, Softfrost, Cheetahswift / Sisters- Daisykit, Flowerkit, Rosekit, Violetkit / Aunt- Smazeskies
Other:

Name: Daisykit (Daisybird)
Gender: Female
Age: ~
Clan: Featherclan
Rank: Kit
Appearance:
Crush: None
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Mother- Meteorwisp / Father- Cherrystar / Godmother- Leopardfury / Halfsiblings- Bloodblaze, Pantherleap, Softfrost, Cheetahswift / Sisters- Hollykit, Flowerkit, Rosekit, Petalkit / Aunt- Smazeskies
Other:

Name: Violetkit (Violetsmog)
Gender: Female
Age: ~
Clan: Featherclan
Rank: Kit
Appearance:
Crush: None
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Mother- Meteorwisp / Father- Cherrystar / Godmother- Leopardfury / Halfsiblings- Bloodblaze, Pantherleap, Softfrost, Cheetahswift / Sisters- Hollykit, Daisykit, Flowerkit, Rosekit, / Aunt- Smazeskies
Other:

Name: Rosekit (Rosespider)
Gender: Female
Age: ~
Clan: Featherclan
Rank: Kit
Appearance:
Crush: None
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Mother- Meteorwisp / Father- Cherrystar / Godmother- Leopardfury / Halfsiblings- Bloodblaze, Pantherleap, Softfrost, Cheetahswift / Sisters- Hollykit, Daisykit, Flowerkit, Violetkit / Aunt- Smazeskies
Other:

Name: Flowerkit (Flowermurk)
Gender: Female
Age: ~
Clan: Featherclan
Rank: Kit
Appearance:
Crush: None
Mates: None
Kits: None
Kin: Mother- Meteorwisp / Father- Cherrystar / Godmother- Leopardfury / Halfsiblings- Bloodblaze, Pantherleap, Softfrost, Cheetahswift / Sisters- Hollykit, Daisykit, Rosekit, Violetkit / Aunt- Smazeskies
Other:

Feathery white fluff buffeted against the sharp wind that tore through the trees in jagged gusts as Cherrystar's form stood stiffly atop the clan's meeting spot. With crimson eyes on the gathered cats below, he gave the slate grey and white tom of great muscle as short, single nod before raising his head high and meowing loudly,"Featherclan! Tonight will be the night of the White Moon, thus of the Gathering and the Moon of the Mates. Each of you whom I had listed out yesterday better be ready to leave, for the trek to Fivestar's Stones is a long one and we'll have to leave now if you are to make it in time." The tall leader smiled at the cats as he felt his fur lie flat from the death of the wind and warm light of the high sun beginning to beam into his pale pelt. Waving his tail, he jumped off the tree branch and landed well within the cluster of cats, padding swiftly over to where the cats planning to attend the Gathering stood.

The scarlet form of Bloodblaze sat at the base of a tree close to the entrance of the camp, her orange eyes pinned on the short meeting which her father had just called, ears perked as she registered the various scents of her clanmates mingles close. Her tail swished as she pulled it around her haunches and covered the tops of her paws with the soft shutter of a red veil upon the earthen color of the gnarled, woody roots by which she sat. Twitching her nose, she watched innocently as a small beetle crawled beside her seated position up the barked surface of the mighty oak, its shining black form glistening under the noon rays. After the creature made it high enough to evade her sight, she returned her attention to the group of cats just beyond the woven entrance, well within the depths of the camp.

The sleek, dark body of Blackpaw stood sternly with obedience beside the cats gathered, pooling closer to the camp's entrance as they loitered about. As he awaited the older cats' conversations to end, the young tom blinked in surprise as a form appeared behind him with a frown. He sniffed and meowed with a chaste expression,"Oh, hey Asppaw. Something the matter?" His ears bent back with a cringe as he caught the reddened glint of annoyance in the she-cat's dual-colored eyes, the gold and crimson shining dimly like jewels light by the faint glow of Shineclan's territory.

"Damn right something's the matter!! How come we both get in trouble, but you still get to go to the gathering?!" Her spotted pelt bristled slightly, though it still retained its oddly smooth appearance which often earned her the reference to appearing like a snake. Long tail stuck straight out horizontally, she scrunched up her mottled face into a deep scowl.

Blackpaw went to reply, but out of the corner of his eye he watched as a pretty form of silky, swaying fur was making its way over to the apprentices. "Oh?" he murmured absentmindedly over his shoulder as he began to turn to met the approaching cat and leaving Asppaw behind him. "Sorry Asppaw," he added in a soft, almost heartfelt tone with a gentle look in his eyes, though they weren't on the she-cat he was halfway speaking to- much to the rosetted cat's displeasure.

"Ah, Blackpaw. It's almost time to head out. You ready?" The tender, tuft-ticked head of Hazelnut tilted softly to an angle as she peered her rich chestnut eyes at the green-eyed tom kindly. With a slight twitch of her tanned pink nose, she narrowed her gaze sweet and cooed in a gentle voice barely hinted with the tang of play,"Oh, did I happen to interrupt a bit of a lovers' quarrel? I'm dearly contrite, Blackpaw, Asppaw." Her bronze eyes gave a twinkle of delight as she saw the face of Asppaw morph into an expression of dread and utter embarrassment and the look on Blackpaw grow giddy and red. Her feathered tail swayed with the faint rise of the wind once more.

"Oh no, its nothing like that. Trust me." The young cat gave his friend a wink, which forced him to chuckle to himself when he figured the gesture did nothing to help the situation.

Splatterstar gave a swish of his tail as he leapt from the charred stump from which the cats of Emberclan had gathered around. Scarlet eyes briskly switching from face to face, the leader easily identified the various members attending the Gathering with him later that night along with many others eager to hear his words. Carefully pushing past a few of the bodies that began to make him feel rather claustrophobic with rare delicateness, the crimson stripes marring his flanks gleamed brightly under the hot beaming of the sun high above. With a stern call that seemed fairly unfitting for the tom's body language- and almost forced, as if he'd rather not put so much effort into sounding discontent- Splatterstar's attention turned back to the cats behind him and he meowed,"Alright. We ready to go then?"

With a sigh of relief, the red and cream she-cat beamed softly to herself as she stood over a decent sized pile of an herbal medley, the mixture consisting of both dried and fresh leaves of similar appearances. Ducking her head down, she used one dainty paw to fold over the edges of the wide beech leaves which the softer, smaller herbs rested comfortably atop. Then, with certain delicateness, she pinched the edges close with her thin teeth before picking up her wrapped package of leaflets. She closed her eyes for a brief moment with her eyelids a flutter as the delicious scent of the rather rare herb wafted about her body in the air of the dark den. Sure, it was often hard to get and she had packed quite a bit of it, but this was a special occasion, wasn't it? After all, she had been searching quite hard during her time off to collect a surplus of the soft, leafy goodness just for this night.

Reopening her eyes, Strawberry cheerily padded out of the den with a slight smirk on her face and a skip in her step. Even if Windw'istle smells it in 'is den, 'e won't be able to do a fing! I'll be long gone and out of reach- and when I get back, it'll be all gone! Gahahaha!!

The thin forms of warm, creamy honey and earthen tan came padding eagerly past Strawberry grinning cheekily to herself over some bundle in her grinning jaws, the sister and brother chittered brightly to one another.

"Oh Leafpaw, aren't you excited? We'll be able to see father, and hopefully Mousehawk and Koipaw too! Even Softfrost! I hope we'll get to see all of our kin tonight!" The golden, gleaming body of Honeyflood beamed as he reached the gathered body of cats. His amber eyes gaze warmly on the tan and cream form of his darker-hued sister as the apprentice padded briskly to keep up with her sibling.

"Of course! Its so exciting to also hear about the news in the other clans as well. I wonder how many more kits have been born!" Leafpaw's emerald eyes twinkled at the thought of soft mewls and milk-laden pelts as her dream had always been to become a mother. If she could be at least one kit in her lifetime, she could die at any time afterwards and be content.

Shimmering eyes of faded green brightly gleamed as glittering pools as the marbled leader stood tall and poised as she stood at the entrance to the grassy camp. A faint breeze rustled her pelt lightly, sending a fluttering trail of feathery fur into the air like a creamy veil tinted silver. A soft smile of ease carried lightly on her face as she drank in the sweet scents of the floral territory and campgrounds, a tinge of somberness threatening to quash her good mood. After all, this may be her last time to truly breath in all that Berryclan has to offer before leaving to the land of her allies. Such was her last time to feel the rays of the high noon burn in full beam atop her head and back before she was seemingly forever shrouded in the shadowy canopy curtains of leafy tendrils within the Featherclan territory. With a peaceful sigh, Meteorstar turned her gaze back to the center of camp and peered calmly and pleasantly over the movement of the cats within the camp. Her look hardened slightly as her pathetic faded to a strong look of goofy mirth and a wide smile of ivory shown shining in the sunlight. Sure, Berryclan would be arriving a bit late to the Gathering as they hadn't left just yet, but no cat was complaining about spending a little more time with their leader. Even if I'll be stuck in the shadows, I'll still have my little ray of light with me, and that'll be for always!!

Meteorstar trotted briskly back to the heart of the camp, smiling and greeting warmly all those who passed her by. With a small smirk of sympathy, she fell upon the sodden mess of creamy yellow fur that lay in a quivering pile just outside the Warriors' den. Flicking her gaze down to where her deputy remained slumped at her silvery cream paws, the leader mused cheerily at the sobbing she-cat,"Aww come on! Get up, Yellowmoon. I'm not gone yet and this is surely gonna be a fun Gathering!! Let's try to make the best of it while we still can!" With her cheerily chipper tone flooding into the younger cat, the leader grinned widely as she realized the deputy just needed a little push before she would lift her golden head in full to face Meteorstar. With a slightly joking jeer to her tone, she added with a small poke from her paw,"Hey, that's not how a future leader should behave! What'll the others think?" She narrowed her gaze to a look of deviousness as she watched Yellowmoon's head shoot up to stare wide-eyed at the leader. Meteorstar had just barely managed to suppress the manic fit of laughter that she wanted to unleash from viewing the sight of the bleary-eyed, drippy nose, red complexion o the flustered, pale deputy.

"W-w-wa-waa-WAAAAHHH?!" Yellowmoon blubbered out in disbelief, her yellow eyes bright and reddened. "Y-you....buuut ....m-meee?!?! WAAAAHH?!"

"Heheh just kidding!" Meteorstar snickered teasingly as she gently poked Yellowmoon's nose with a single stretched toe. Opening one eye to plant its mossy ray of light on the yellow cat, she mused in a slightly more serious meow,"However, if the clan votes it as the best decision, then you could actually end up as the new leader. But, I'm sure if Bluebell has her way, she'll be in charge or something." Waving her tail, the leader got up off her rump from where she was laughing and beamed towards the couple of form that were gathering closer to the Ivy Stump, one being a large body of greys, blues, and cream with their head swiveling around in search for, most likely, the leader herself. Along with the fattish she-cat, she saw the smaller forms for apprentices clustering about- to be specific, the striped pelt of Pepperpaw and the bright pelt of Fruitpaw as the two practically stood on either side of her own little apprentice as if they were pestering , surely, the much more mature tom.

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"So Palmpaw!" Fruitpaw chimed cheerily as the bright ginger and yellow tom scurried closer to the younger cat with a fluffy bang, green eyes wide and glistening. "So, how doe it feel to be the leader's apprentice?! I bet you get to do all sorts of cool stuff, huh?"

"Geez, chill out, Fruitpaw. He's not going to be her apprentice long, even if he does follow her to Featherclan." The cool voice of the darkly striped tom with a detached expression as his icy eyes gazed lowly upon his younger denmate. Without an attempt at softening the harsh, iced edge to his tone, he added,"Yeah, everyone's heard the rumors that you'll be tagging along to the forest as a pesky tick on Meteorstar's tail."

"Hey, shut up, Pepperpaw!" Fruitpaw spat as his still kit-soft pelt fuzzed up in a flurry of frenzied rage. With green eyes burning on the oldest apprentice, he snapped out in more of a whine than a hiss,"Meteorstar and Palmpaw aren't going anywhere! If Pumaclaws if doing the fighting, then there's no way she's going to lose!"

"But its-"

"Not even to Cherrystar!" The russet tom's gaze softened greatly as his gaze lowered and he peered warmly at his paws. In a gentle voice just dripping with admiration and fondness, he cooed with gooey fancy,"I believe it more than anything." He seemed to be speaking pretty much to himself he pictured the pretty she-cat in his mind. "Pumaclaws...she can do anything she puts her mind to; and I'll always follow behind her. I trust in her judgement and abilities."

Pepperpaw scoffed and turned away a bit. "Yeah, well whatever. If she can't do it, what then? You gonna go running to her rescue during her fight with Cher-" The tom was cut off by a sharp whack to his left cheek as Bluebell glared fiercely at her son with burning indigo eyes. Meeting her gaze for only a moment, Pepperpaw frowned and turned his gaze shamefully away to the entrance of the camp, avoiding all other gazes as he attempted to freeze over his burning irrtation with his usual icy demeanor.

"You sure you'll be fine without me here?" Bleachfang's heavy voice carried out as he gaze warmly with questioning and longing at Jademire. As he listened to her soft reply, he secretly relished the sultry voice that his mate practically murmured into the dark space of the shaded Nursery. With all the kits asleep and Galefeather seemingly elsewhere from the den, there was only him to bear witness to his mate's song. It almost was enough to drive him into a state of inner instinct and plant his rear beside Jademire in the den for eternity.

"I'll be fine, Bleachfang. After all, won't you want to be there to roll proudly in the praises of the news of our kits?" He tone barely hinted towards a certain playfulness that caused a devious glint to lurk into the pale tom's orange gaze.

"Of course!" Bleachfang chirped before his mate coldly silenced him, reminding the warrior of the sleeping kits before carefully, but lovingly ushered him out of the Nursery and into the hot sunlight of the outside camp. Looking over his shoulder, he licked Jademire's nose before smiling and mewing softly,"I"ll be back as quickly as I can. At least try and play nice with the others." He trotted slowly off towards the copper-toned boulder where Flashstar was laid out beside Sandrazor, the scrawny Abyssinian of dusty grey and tan grooming the lavish pelt of the leader which gleamed like a radiant fire in the Sunhigh shine. "Flashstar, Sandrazor! Good afternoon! So, we leaving soon?" He waved his white tail to the she-cats as the deputy's head perked up to look at him, her tiny pink tongue still stuck out awkwardly from where she had once been licking down her cousin's coiled coat.

"Aye! Just about to head out!" Flashstar gave a wide grin as she pulled up slightly, her eyes glowing almost as brightly with burning light as her pelt as she peered over her shoulder at Bleachfang. With a yawn she sat up, much to Sandrazor's complaint. It was truly obvious of the deputy's attachment and devotion to her kinmate to everyone, as if she made no effort to mask- almost as if she were advertising it to the public eye. Standing up and shaking her small, tight curls, Flashstar hopped off as Bleachfang padded forth to meet her. With a slight dip of her head in a half nod, she motioned towards the gathered cats and began walking towards them. "Yup, I was about to head over to see Smazeskies and Nettlepaw. See if they're ready like everyone else..." Her gaze traveled to a trio of cats as Bleachfang, as well as Sandrazor, followed the leader- the two flanking her on either side.

Ahead of the leader's small group approaching, the pretty pale warrior sat beside Nettlepaw over a piece of kill, with the dark and light tabby form of Sapshade on the opposite side. With a slight chuckle, Smazeskies cocked her head to one side, closed her eyes, and smiled delicately,"Oh Saphade, don't look like that. I'm happy to do this for our clan- you should see it as an honor for me, and as my former apprentice, you should be happy too." Her light gaze of silvery apple slitted open before opening more and gazing warmly as the slight frown on the silent tom before her. She knew the young warrior wasn't one for much words, but from his expression, she could tell he was trying to appear more pleasant despite his heart rolling in turmoil. Much to Sapshade's comfort, she added calmly,"I know you have faith in Cesiousflame, as do I, so I'm not going anywhere. Truly!" She smiled deeper as a faint smile appeared on the most important cat in her life's face and she looked over as the slight movement of gold flickered beside her. As she looked, she saw it was only Nettlepaw ducking forward to take another bite from the sandy hawk that Smazeskies and Sapshade had hunted down earlier that morning. He had accompanied them as he was already wide awake from anticipation for the rest of the day to come and the warriors had invited him to share the lunch before they left. However, he had only remained silent to listen and give a makeshift privacy to the conversing cats. His ears twitched as he pulled his head up, mouth full, and eyes planted blankly on his mother, second cousin, and Bleachfang.

Paintedstar's regal form stood tall and proud as he padded out of the medicine cat's den with the soft form of Orangeice at his side. The size comparison between the two seemed almost comical as the top of the young medicine cat's head didn't even reach the belly of the leader as he stood upon his stilts of pale legs. The leader bore a pleasant smile, though it appeared slightly forced as he had just swallowed a mouthful of bitter herbs to help with his frail condition for the trek to the Gathering. Paintedstar told the medicine cat even that much really wasn't needed as he was fine, but his coughing was enough to make her practically force the herbs down. Even so, Orangeice was bringing extra herbs in a bundle for later use in the evening. Paintedstar wasn't one to argue with the medicine cat, as he both knew to trust her gut and figured she was more in tune with his health than himself.

With a slight wave of his tail, he waved over his two kits, Koipaw and Mousehawk, as well as the young Applepaw who dwelled with their company. As he did so, he noticed his deputy approaching as well, her sights set on her younger sister as the orange-eyed cat padded slowly beside him. With bright eyes and a cheery voice, the tall tom mused,"Ah, good afternoon, my kits! And of course you too, Applepaw. I assume you all have had a pleasant morning?" He stopped as he and Orangeice reached the gather of cats and his ears perked to await their response.

"Oh yes, of course. I slept very well, and in pretty late too!" Applepaw chimed as she stood in between Mousehawk and Koipaw, her pale eyes closed with an expression of pleasantry. Flicking them open, she added with a curiously soft mew,"Oh Paintedstar, did you say Shellkit would be coming along as well? Does this mean you plan to make her an apprentice before we leave?"

"Hmm? Oh yes, have you seen you about this morning? Errr...well, you see, I haven't caught sight of her since yesterday. I would've apprenticed her earlier this morning, but as luck would have it, she seems to have wandered off to play already." Paintedstar gave a warm chuckle which the others had joined in- even Softfrost, though it was a bit cool to match her serious demeanor. Just because she was a bit rigid didn't mean she was unkind and didn't bear a sense of humor. With a cute, but curt meow, she added,"Ah, so who did you have in mind for her mentor? As it would seem, there are a couple of warriors who haven't had apprentice in a while. And if Briarpaw were to be won by someone, Mousehawk would be open as well." She comtinued to look at her leader as the slightly surprised look of the recently named tom turned to pin his golden gaze on the deputy. Has he not realized such as of yet? How odd.

Paintedtstar nodded and gave a soft mew of warmth,"Yes, but with Rainkit, Silentkit, and Muddyfoot's sons, we'll have our paws full with apprentice at some point. I was thinking perhaps I'd train Shellkit myself..." He gave a soft laugh as the deputy's look hardened slightly with seriousness, her keen ears picking up the stifled cough in his throat which he kept hidden fairly well. With a voice slightly hoarse from his laughter, he added while wiping a single tear from his face with his tail,"Of course, there's always Elegantfire. I'm sure she'd enjoy an apprentice. After all, she is the only she-warrior at the current moment and I'm sure she'd love to show another young she-cat the ropes." Would it be wise to train her myself? She was already so attached to Snowstar....if anything happened with my health and her training was halted, I'm sure not even her typically strong cheeriness would fix her broken spirit. Turning his gaze to stare off into the depths of the dark cavern, he gave a sigh and cooed almost to himself,"Well, where could you be, dear Shelkit?"

Paintedstar - voice of Ukitake (Bleach)
Flashstar - voice of Shura (BE)
Bleachfang - voice of Seigi (Durarara)
Sandrazor - voice of Haruko (FlCl)
Yellowmoon - voice of Anri (Durarara)
Oceanpaw - voice of Leafa (SAO)
Meteorstar - voice of Patty (SE)
Applepaw - voice of Millie (Trigun)

Name: Lemonmusk
Gender: Male
Age: 54 moons
Clan: Featherclan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Appearance: A lithe, long-legged tom with a sleekly thin body and very short coat of rich ash. A lighter shade of creamy tan colors his upper eyelids, as well as a spot on his chin and on his chest. His body shape is very similar to that of Cherrystar's, as his belly is far from touching the ground when he stands on his well-muscled stilts for legs, and though his paws aren't as tiny as the white leader's, they are still relatively smaller than others in the clan. His eyes are a sharp, lemon yellow color which burn brightly in the dark of the shadowy forest. Despite his older age, he can still move very well, even among the trees. He is rather the most limber cat in the clan if all were compared at one age.
Crush: None
Mates: None
Kits: Pretty much below
Kin: Godkits- Sorrelstone, Teathorn
Other: He took in the young Sorrelkit and Teakit when the Terraclan orphans had wandered away from the camp while the clan was too distraught to notice nor care as they were mourning the death of Dustystar. During his herb pickings, he snapped the whimpering kits into shape and made them help him. After such, he named them and took them home, stating that they were in fact loner kits in need f a home and their Terraclan scent had come from their wandering in the dusty territory. None questioned him as Lemonmusk is not one to be messed with, being shrewd, snarky, and very sarcastic. He has not problem hurting the feelings of some and making others feel stupider than they really are; and it is often rumored that he actually enjoys yelling at others considering how often he does so.

Name: Sorrelstone
Gender: Female
Age: 26 moons
Clan: Featherclan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Appearance:
Crush:
Mates:
Kits:
Kin: Brother- Teathorn, Godfather- Lemonmusk
Other:

Name: Teathorn
Gender: Male
Age: 26 moons
Clan: Featherclan
Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice
Appearance:
Crush:
Mates:
Kits:
Kin: Sister- Sorrelstone, Godfather- Lemonmusk
Other:

At the sound to start, Pumaclaws instantly found herself backing away. The more space she could have between Cherrystar, the better in her mind. Blue eyes shone in the moonlight sky as she kept careful watch over the leader. The tom was nearly twice her size and probably twice her weight. It would make him slower than her and most likely less agile. That was an advantage for her as she was a quick little thing. Not only that, but she could probably slide under the tom's legs if she had to. Pumaclaws had done that in quite a few fights. It was one of the few times that she loved how small she really was.

After backing up to the edge of the ring, the silver warrior felt her back leg stiffen. Her eyes, which were narrow slits, widened considerably in shock. Her leg had been giving her a large amount of trouble over the last few days and it made her wish Thunderflash was still alive. The old tom would have known what to do instantly, as he had been the one who took care of her leg when she fist injured it. Not that Burningflame didn't know what she was doing, but the large maine coon made her feel more comfortable. I won't last long with my leg like this... Pumaclaws thought frustratedly. The best she could do was balance herself on her three good legs and then go from there.

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The large tom of white which loomed in the silent air of lingering, stilled breaths frowned slightly as he stood at the edge of the ring opposing Pumaclaws. From her appearance, the blue warrior seemed to be having some difficulty and the tom felt his heart sink. Must be her leg...God, I'm a monster. He turned his sleek head slightly to glance at the she-cat he was fighting for and furrowed his brow. Damn, she may have accepted fairly easily, but she just HAAAAAAD to make me feel even more terrible by fighting a cripple cat- not that its a problem, but she had to make it Leopardfury's sister. If I beat her, Leopard's gonna gripe and complain about it to me. If I lose, she'll gloat over her sister's win and scold me for not doing better. Either way, its a lose-lose situation. The leader sighed and hardened his scowl as he returned to facing the Berryclan warrior. Either way, I'm not just fighting to get Shiningheart a mate anymore. I'm also fighting to test the competence and resolve as clan leader of Featherclan. With confidence in tow, Cherrystar swept his fluffy tail around and mewed softly,"Well, here's goes."

He started after the she-cat at a brisk pace, though it seemed somewhat slower and tentative. Steeling himself, he growled under his breath. However, it wasn't aim towards her; it was for himself. Damn! She's just another warrior. And ENEMY warrior! Okay, just don't look at Leopardfury.... Seeing her would have his trapped feeing worm back into his brain where his common sense rested and he would've pulled out to avoid confronting the she-cat with a gimp leg. It wasn't long before Cherrystar stood looming in front of Pumaclaws, having reached her in a few long, smooth strides, his expression dark and almost sullen as his red eyes rested on her below. In a low murmur, he meowed,"I'm sorry."

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"I know." Pumaclaws replied quietly. As Cherrystar ran at her, Pumaclaws used her claws to grip into the grass. She had put all of her weight on her back paw and prepared to launch forward. Once she responded, she launched herself and managed to slide completely under his legs. "I don't have a chance, but no one else in my clan has one either," she said to him while sliding under him. She finished off with a roll. She didn't land well, but it was good enough. She had also put some space in between the two cats. Neither really wanted to fight each other. By the look on Leopardfury's face, she seemed rather conflicted. Thankfully Pumaclaws didn't have to look toward her sister. Her brothers called out in support of her which was nice, and most of the clan was cheering her on. However Pumaclaws knew how hopeless the situation was. "Let's just have a good spar," was her response.

If she can keep up with her sister then she could keep up with Cherrystar. No doubt he could easily overpower her, but Pumaclaws doubted that he would. Instead they may as well give everyone a show. Clearly the leader noticed her leg wasn't working well for her. No doubt he would go easier on her. That was nice because it was time to start training Fruitpaw on how to fight better. She was not going to go easy on him anymore.

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"Of course," Cherrystar mewed softly in a low voice, without turning to look at the rolling she-cat behind him. As her small, blue form landed awkwardly behind him, the leader wasted no time in responding to her action. With a certain swiftness, one of the white tom's long, thin legs jutted out backwards to place a firm kick to Pumaclaw's curled flank. Despite their delicate appearance, the force of the movement was evidence enough that the muscles in lanky limbs of the white fighter, although lean and trim, were nonetheless well-honed and experienced in battling in such a way.

Cherrystar's motions were calm and smooth, as if he were taking his time, and he turned around to look at the she-cat with a somewhat dark look of displeasure, the expression like that of a mother ashamed of her kit's misbehavior. Red eyes gleaming like rubies in the dark of a dripping cavern, the ominously pale warrior stalked slowly over to Pumaclaws and loomed over her with his shadowy face turned down to gaze up her form on the ground. Slightly frowning, he gave a soft murmur, barely more than a whisper. "Don't tell me that its over...." It was about now, as he gazed down on the laying form, that the large tom's blood began to chill itself and his somber expression was fading to that of a dark, stoic look of blankness and the light of his eyes extinguished. Such was the image of the tom meeting his inner being and struggling to fight it back into the depths of his soul.

Cherrystar, at a young age and before his mate's family had moved to the clans, had been raised by his father, Windclaw- the most violent and ambitious cat known to the land at the time- and the large tabby sought out to make his first born, and much stronger son, into the fighter that he himself couldn't become. Thus, Cherrykit had been specifically trained to kill, and it didn't matter who- it was his duty to his father to exterminate any cat who posed as a threat to Windclaw and the tabby's plans to take over, though the white cat knew not of what said plans were at the time. He was trained to block out all emotional attachments to catkind during fights so nothing could hold him back from accomplishing his duties, and over the years after his father had passed away, Cherrystar tried his very best to control such urges. However, they did poke through his facade from time to time, and the best thing to revert him back to his 'false' self, would be to end the battle as quickly as possible. He wouldn't dare call it his true self, as that would be the cold-blooded, killing machine of broken sanity part of him; and yet, he has spent so much time cultivating this new, charming and very much beloved persona that has easily become his greatest possession and project in maintaining.

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The kick caught Pumaclaws off guard. Unfortunately, it hit her bad leg. The kick wasn't even a hard one but the blue warrior knew that another kick like that and she would be done for. Usually she took such great care of her leg but it was to be her downfall in this match. Cherrystar had taken on a different demeanor now, much like all of her siblings did when in battle. Now it was time for her to go into fight mode. Her light blue eyes suddenly changed from her cheerful attitude to a far more serious one.

"My dear Cherrystar, we have yet to get started!" Even in fighting she still sounded cheery. Which was somewhat strange but completely normal considering who was the owner of the voice. She delivered a swift kick to his jaw with her bad leg and quickly rolled off to the side. Once far enough away, she was back on her paws. Her head was lower to the ground and her rear end stood high with her tail up. Pumaclaws shook out her stiff leg in an attempt to get it better. Her claws were digging into the grass and she prepared to leap into action. She was fast and hard to catch. Now the fun would happen. Pumaclaws was acting completely defensively at this point.

So this is Cherrystar's bad side the warrior thought. It was quite a lot like her sister's bad side. How her sister had gained this cold blooded killer persona was strange. Perhaps Cherrystar and Leopardfury had the same mentor... the blue cat's memory didn't go back that far. It was possible for them to have had the same mentors though, but she didn't know. She couldn't concern herself with it now anyway. Right now her blue gaze was concentrated on that leader. Right now space was her friend and her speed would save her.

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The white tom remained unfazed as he rolled his tongue in an attempt to fix his popped jaw which clicked and crunched faintly. Flicking one ear, the tom started swiftly, but silently. His stride was long and surprisingly fast, although it didn't quick meet the speed of Pumaclaws. However, what he did surpass the she-cat in was both weight and agility- such was an absolute staple in Featherclan, so that the clan may be about to move freely among the trees with purpose. His long form raced towards the blue cat who seemed to be like a frightened mouse, struggling to free herself from any attempt at being cornered.

His eyes shimmered dimly as he soon reached her side. However, he paused to gaze at her threatening form, his expression shadowed and eyes almost curious as he peered at her. If she wished, she could sprint from him again as he practically gawked in completely and utterly spine-chilling still silence, but that would only help to whittle away at her energy more.

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Meteorstar felt a strange pang of agony for her clanmate as she fought and fled from the Featherclan leader, and her mossy gaze had even traveled to scour the members of Featherclan. Astonishing to say the least, the marbled Bengal also cringed at how the leader's own daughter watched on with an expression of pure dread and almost disbelief and all the leader of the plains clan could do was shut her eyes tightly and cower closer to Palmpaw, engulfing herself with his scent as she fought to evade the reality of it all.

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Enough feeling returned to Pumaclaws and it wasn't a moment too soon. As Cherrystar drew nearer, the blue warrior bided her time. Finally just as he was withing striking distance of her, she reacted. With a quick hop to her right, she moved off to the side only to leap again. This time she sent herself flying toward the massive leader. Her good side made impact with the white tom and as it happened, she seemed to roll up and over his form. Pumaclaws landed on her paws with a slight wobble but she was still up right. Most of the blue warriors attacks involved her high leaping abilities. Thankfully she was just a ball of energy.

From her position she was still within striking distance for the tom cat but he was out of her reach. There was enough space for her to get quite a few good attacks in. Her most note able one being her ability to slide and knock cats off their feet. right now that one seemed to be her next best. Claws dug into the grass again and she prepped her launch. ~ From the side, Leopardfury kept a careful eye on the two. If anything got too chaotic, she was charged with stopping the fight. No doubt it would be a Cherrystar victory. Her sister, without her deadly claws, wasn't physically strong enough. Her only hope right now was evading and tiring her mate, which was highly unlikely despite her high energy levels. The Featherclan deputy was standing and following the cats the best she could. Finally she found herself by Meteorstar. "If it gets too chaotic, I may need help stopping the match." She muttered to the Berryclan leader. Leopardfury knew of her massive strength and it would be useful in dragging Pumaclaws away while Leopardfury took on her mate.

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Cherrystar remained tall and poised during Pumaclaws' blows, however, the beating was harder on him than he anticipated. Rearing his head back in an attempt to keeping his sights on the she-cat, his long legs carried his backward and he lumbered awkwardly to the point to where the Berryclan cat was before him. Furrowing his brow as expression returned to his face- his mate's sister's attacks knocking a bit of sense back into him- and the white leader started forward. Understanding how the blue warrior's fighting style revolved round speed, he decided he would match her and try to end this quickly.

Lurching forward, the lanky tom shot himself quickly, almost to match the she-cat's own level of speed. Before she could remove herself from the grass, Cherrystar was upon her and the brightly colored cat loomed a deep shadow over the crippled warrior. Without wasting a single second, he swept his massive tail to knock Pumaclaws over from the left side. The limb softened the blow with its thick fur, but the force from the swing was strong enough to knock even the most enduring warrior over. Before moment could pass, he launched himself after her and stood above her beautiful blue form, his long leg stretched on either side of the she-cat and his dainty, swift paws very close to her flanks and head on both side, the fur brushing on both bodies.

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After her launch, Pumaclaws was able to place a large amount of attacks against Cherrystar. Every time the tom moved to attack her, she was always gone and hitting him elsewhere. During his awkward struggle to keep balanced, Pumaclaws had hit him as had as she possibly could (within reason of course). However once he had regained his balance, she blue warrior had darted off again. Even with her injured leg, he would have issues catching up with her and all the clans knew that. After all, Pumaclaws was the fastest cat on three and a half legs. She was faster than almost everyone with four legs for that matter.

In an attempt to distance the two, Cherrystar had caught on to it and was now racing up to her. The she-cat at this point had no choice but to defend her ground. The blue warrior was just about to move and evade him when his powerful tail knocked her long legs out from under her. The warrior landed on the firm ground hard. Unfortunately she also landed fully on her bad leg. All her weight went to that leg and it was then, that she realized that she would not continue. White hot pain shot through Pumaclaws as she landed. Her eyes clenched shut and her teeth were bared in pain. The warrior curled up in a tight ball in an attempt to alleviate her suffering, but it was no use now. After a moment, some of the pain subsided and the small cat's body went limp under the massive body of her sister's mate. She looked up to the leader with pain in her eyes and they both knew the fight was over.

"I cannot continue." Pumaclaws barely was able to manage out. Her leg couldn't move at this point and her body was hurting too much to continue. "Take good care of them," the blue warrior told Cherrystar in a voice barely above a whisper. She had done her best. The fight was probably one of the longest that had happened for Cherrystar at least. Had Pumaclaws been fighting Shiningheart instead of Cherrystar there was no doubt that she would have won. She had proved herself as incredibly quick, almost impossible to catch and she could deliver quite a beating. Closing her eyes again, Pumaclaws rested her head on the ground and awaited someone to drag her out of the ring.

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By the time Cherrystar had Pumaclaws on the ground, the tom still held his good nature and he gave the she-cat a pained smile of the smallest size. He dipped his head respectfully to her and gently picked her up by her scruff, lifting her from the ground so that her injured leg was free of any pressuring forces. With a smooth stride, he carried her small form over to where the Berryclan medicine cat had been sitting and he carefully laid Pumaclaws before Burningflame. He softly gave his sister-in-law his best wishes and trailed off towards his mate, who just so happened to be resting beside the cat whom he had just won.

As he reached them, he dipped his head to the pair and meowed softly, almost somberly,"Leopardfury, Meteorstar..." He looked up at the pair before adding,"Thank you for agreeing peacefully. Please allow us to travel home now." He turned away without another word, obviously still beaten down by his swirling thoughts over Cheetahswift's leaving.

Da kick caught Pumaclaws off guard. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Unfortunately, it hit her wack leg. Da kick wasn't even a hard one but tha blue warrior knew dat another kick like dat n' dat biiiiatch would be done for. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Usually dat dunkadelic hoe took such pimped out care of her leg but dat shiznit was ta be her downfall up in dis match. Cherrystar had taken on a gangbangin' finger-lickin' different demeanor now, much like all of her siblings did when up in battle. Now dat shiznit was time fo' her ta go tha fuck into fight mode yo. Her light blue eyes suddenly chizzled from her cheerful attitude ta a gangbangin' far mo' straight-up one.

"My fuckin dear Cherrystar, our crazy asses have yet ta git started!" Even up in fightin her big-ass booty still sounded cheery. Which was somewhat strange but straight-up aiiight thankin bout whoz ass was tha balla of tha voice. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch served up a swift kick ta his jaw wit her wack leg n' quickly rolled off ta tha side. Once far enough away, dat biiiiatch was back on her paws yo. Her head was lower ta tha ground n' her rear end stood high wit her tail up. Pumaclaws shook up her stiff leg up in a attempt ta git it mo' betta n' shiznit yo. Her claws was diggin tha fuck into tha grass n' she prepared ta leap tha fuck into action. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch was fast n' hard ta catch. Now tha funk would happen. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Pumaclaws was actin straight-up defensively at dis point.

'So dis is Cherrystarz wack side' tha warrior thought. Dat shiznit was like a shitload like her sisterz wack side yo. How tha fuck her sista had gained dis cold blooded killa persona was strange. 'Perhaps Cherrystar n' Leopardfury had tha same mentor...' tha blue catz memory didn't go back dat far. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Dat shiznit was possible fo' dem ta have had tha same mentors though yo, but her dope ass didn't give a fuck. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch couldn't concern her muthafuckin ass wit it now anyway. Right now her blue gaze was concentrated on dat leader n' shit. Right now space was her playa n' her speed would save her muthafuckin ass..

Clan Fertility Rates -

Litter Size Rates:
Berry ~ 4-7 kits av.
Feather/Ember ~ 3-6 kits av
Terra ~ 2-4 kits av.
Shine ~ 1-3 kits av.

Cycle Speed Rates:
Terra/Berry - Fast
Ember- Semi Fast
Feather - Semi Slow
Shine - Slow

Hazelnut litter- Heatherheat F, Whiteflame M, Thistleknot M, Rabbitpatch M

Amaranthglow F, Acaciacore F, Icehorse??

A moon has passed since the night which bore many tragedies showed its yellow, full face. Tensions have greatly risen between Featherclan and Emberclan since the discovery of Glowpaw's body in Featherclan's territory, and thus it is believed that a cold war is fast approaching. Despite how Featherclan denied any knowledge on the reasons for the dead apprentice and even offered that Muddyleaf, who had been caught on Featherclan's territory as well, might have been the suspect, Emberclan remains sternly set on blaming those of the forest.

Not too long after the death of Glowpaw came Clashfang of Featherclan. Though no clear scents were upon his form, Featherclan greatly believed that it was an attempt of revenge from Emberclan, despite how the fiery clan denied even knowing about the warrior's death. Within the current time period, many skirmishes along borders have broken out and threats between rivaling clans further grow.

Yet, worst of them all has been Terraclan, the supposed main suspect of the mass killings prior as they had yet to lose a soul, has now been believed to be making a comeback. Due to the death of her younger brother, Flashstar has been quite grief-stricken and paranoid of all others around. Much to the point to where she believes that all the other clans are targeting the clan of the quarry. Because of the leader's extreme fear for her clanmates, none are allowed to leave the territory and all patrols have been limited to 5+ members per party. Along with this, the medicine cats have been restricted from going to the Moon Meadow for the typical sharing of tongues with Starclan. Most astonishing to the other four clans of Terraclan's sudden change in behavior was how they failed to attend the last Gathering, as they had become even more skittish and wary of the other four after the heated accusations towards the quarry clan during the Leaders' Meet; thus only four battles were fought during the Moon of the Mates and no new couples were made. Many are unsure whether Terraclan's latest actions are helping or hurting their cause.

However, all others aren't well either, as fear has stricken them hard. Only about half a moon ago, the body of Nightwing was found dead close to the back border of Berryclan's territory that reaches off to the farm. Although such allowed the thought that maybe the she-cat had wandered too close to a barn cat's territory to rise among the members, the idea that the murders from many moons past still weighs down heavily upon their thoughts. Without a leader to guide them, Berryclan has become quite melancholy- very similar to Shineclan- and many have believed Starclan has abandoned them for not naming a new leader, Yellowmoon being one of the strongest believers of such a theory.

Along with Berryclan, tragedy and fear have swept through the smallest clan as Shineclan has begun to suffer from an extreme food shortage as the cold seasons lurk closer. However, they are too fearful to seek assistance from their closest ally, Terraclan, to which all the clans have come to understand and respect why they are so timid- after all, they were the only clan to lose a leader during said former killings. And yet, rumors have begun to spread that they have turned to Berryclan, hoping to for an alliance with the larger clan so that they may support each other in the highly anticipated war rising. Another rumor, though much less mentioned and highly ludicrous, is the idea that they two may unite to create a super clan with the assistance the rogues who have been scented around the territories more often and supposedly have been thought to be in cahoots with the clan of flowers.

Even so, despite the pressures which all clans seem to be burdened with, nature has decided against easing up on the cats and resuming pushing full force upon them. Although it is only the middle of Leaffall, illness has already struck the clans strongly as Tinypelt, a new queen of Berryclan, was taken by the deadly Greencough and the rest of the clans are worried that such a sickness may soon spread...

Feather - 9 warriors, 13 apprentices
Ember - 14 warriors, 3 apprentices
Berry - 6 warriors, 5 apprentices
Terra - 12 warriors, 4 apprentices
Shine - 8 warriors, 4 apprentices