Gαleclαɴ ᵀᵃᵏᵉ ᶠˡᶤᵍʰᵗ

(Awesome, thanks Scatter! c: I think my healer is gonna be based off a crane for the color scheme.)

Dovesong -- Whiskerwing -- Female -- Healer
A gentle white longhair cat, with black tips on her paws and grey tips on her tail and ears. Her wings have black and gray alternating tips. Her eyes are a dazzling silvery green. 24 moons of age. -- Dovesong is a rather talkative cat, oftentimes talking or even singing randomly. She is known to mutter to herself to keep in focus, but is still one of the sweetest cats you could come across. She's a very kindhearted shecat, and will lay her life on the line for another cat if needed.

Riverleap -- Whiskerwing -- Male -- Warrior
A Russian blue shorthair. Fur is silvery blue as noteable by their breed, with hazel colored eyes. His wings are the same color as his fur. 33 moons of age. -- Riverleap is the strong silent type, preferring to use body language or short sentences for most of his interactions. He's stubborn, and a bit of a rude tom at times, but to whoever he would be mated to, he would protect them until his dying breath. Away from other cats and around close friends, kits, and whoever he would apprentice, he has a much softer disposition about him, dropping the front he puts up around other cats. He has no mate or crush currently.

(Well, is there a specific age for those, or just experience?)

(Yeah, that's why I added the ages to my cats like I always try to do. I think Riverleap would be more of a senior warrior.)

(Thank you! I'mma edit my siggy then.

(Okies then! If you want we can start those right away?)

(I can prolly use Dovesong then. c:)

(Lemme start it up!)

Dovesong smiled as she made sure every little stash of herbs had its own small cubbyhole. She was merciless in her sorting, she wanted everything perfect and set up for if a cat needed anything. As she sat down and used a paw to count out loud to herself, she went into a state of focus, and didn't notice someone stepping inside.

A small yelp escaped the medicine cat, causing her to drop a few poppy seeds in her shock.
"Oh! Oh, bother.. Sorry about the mess, Ospreystar. I was in one of my states of focus again, trying to organize all the herbs properly." She began to use her tail to pile the seeds together, before smiling gently and staring a little at her herbs.
"I think we have more than enough, but I want to try and gather more sooner or later. If we have a surplus we could be in good hands until newleaf."

Dovesong nodded quickly, before beginning to pick up the seeds, dusting each one off quickly before putting them back in their specific spot.
"I'd love it if you could go on an expedition with me. I want to have a definite surplus of cobwebs, as well as a few other things. But we should clean this up first."

(You might need to make a post edit for some herbs. My brain cant remember them all ;u;)

Nodding happily, Dovesong soon muttered to herself on what they would need, and how much of it, to keep her mind on it before she lost track of herself. Once all the poppy seeds were put back in their small cubbyhole, Dovesong then accounted everything one last time, and smiled wide when it was satisfactory.

(Thank you! ;u;)

Nodding, Dovesong flapped her wings a few times to make sure they were fine, and jumped into the air alongside them. They would need mainly Feverfew, Coltsfoot and Goldenrod, as well as cobwebs. Maybe a little bit of Marigold. Other then that, they were very much fine.
"We'll need feverfew, coltsfoor, goldenrod, a little marigold, and a lot of cobwebs!"

WIP

All these chars are new, except for Stormie, That is why there is very little development. So sorry. D:


The Egg Litter:
Mother- Ashfeather (Off screen)
Father- Stoneclaw (Off Screen)

Stormkit (chaser) -- Ɓαттℓє Scαяѕ -- M -- kit
How to describe this majestic and elegant cat? For one, he is uncannily large, everything about him broad. He is jet black, diluted throughout his coat, with several (and I mean several) scattered hairs of white and paler grey. Black is the reigning color, however. He has a pale undercoat of white, so when he walks, he flashes his white roots. He holds himself with the confidence of a lion, with constantly narrowed golden amber eyes, flecked with orange around the outside, that bore into your soul. From his ears sprout 1 ½ inch black tufts of fur. He has a wide jet black nose. He has thick neck fur, making him look all the more broad around the neck. It is pale grey near his cheeks, and as it progresses, the grey becomes stormy, and horizontally striped white fur. His huge paws are jet black, with a smattering of white clubs, sprouting ivory colored claws. His thick furred, elegant tail is colored like a raccoon’s, with the same black found throughout his body with pale grey rings. His strangest feature however is his teeth defects, causing them to have grown two rows of needle sharp teeth, and overly large canines, the tip hanging just out of his mouth, making him look like he is always scowling. His wings are like a guinea fowl's, with the slate grey coloring, and white speckles. The thing is, he has two pairs of wings, coming from right behind his shoulder blades. He also has a 3rd pair of legs. Both abnormal attributes are from a mixed embryos from twins, when he was born from an egg.
<> It doesn’t help the huge tom that he is overly brooding, preferring to shut himself away from all of reality. He is severely introverted, and is pistanthrophobic. Aside from those roots of his personality, his is very dutiful but sometimes finds it hard to commit loyalty, for fear of being betrayed. No, even when you earn his trust, he doesn't roll over for you, you still have to work. (WHAT D: It's called being pistanthrophobic) He does not handle empathetic situations very well, as he finds it very hard to relate to others. He blames himself for the death of his stillborn sister, wishing it were himself that died instead. (Survivor's Guilt)



Shadedspirit -- Ɓαттℓє Scαяѕ -- M -- Kit
An elder son of Ashfeather, he has no siblings due to his other 2 siblings being still born. He is a dark cloudly, blue tinged grey. with pale wings on top, and blue tinged lighter grey feathers on the under-side of his wings. His ears are a darker grey, with even darker grey spots on his feet, and a gradual gradient from his main pelt color to his tail tip. He has very thick and fluffy fur, making him look more thicker set. His ears are thin and not as wide as most cats' are. His chest is a paler splash of grey.
He is very quiet, the stereotypical, strong, silent type. He says very little, but when he speaks, it's when it is needed the most.
Based off this cat by DJ88 on DA: orig02.deviantart.net/272e/f/2015/215/8/e/winged_cat_auction2__open__by_dj88-d92y0e3.png


NEED NAME -- Ɓαттℓє Scαяѕ -- M -- UNDECIDED
His head is furred in a way that looks like the upper hemisphere of an oval. It rounds at the top, and flattened at the chin, with just his muzzle breaking the shape. His ears are long and thin, like that of an elf, longer than his head, in fact. Right between his ears, horns sprout out with a little more than half of a pawspace between them. They are short, alike to a bison's horns with a slight curve backwards, instead of facing outwards. The horns are ridged, almost in sections, like the rattlesnake's rattle. He has a foreign body, (a type of cat body figure.) as he is sleek, with wiry, athletic limbs, a large barrel-like chest. His main body color is a dark ginger and russet appearance to his fur. For the most part, his fur is short, but on his long, feathery tail, the hairs grow long, give his tail an elegant appearance. Near the base of his tail are two mousy grey patches, one on each hip, and on the top of the base of his tail. The grey is permeated by the russet hairs that break into the patch. He is darker on his back, and lighter on his chest, tail tip, paws, and other common colorpoints for cats. His eyes are an emerald green.
He would give his life for his clan, and his loyalty is past the horizons. He loves hunting, the chase, and the killing leap to bat the birds from the sky. In fact, his build makes him so unbelievably fast he is a mere blur through the terrain.  However, he isn't the best tanking fighter, as his body is not accustomed to taking damage. Instead, he takes a more dart in and out approach. He is a lover, an adventurer, and hopes someday to find a mate. He is a hopeless romantic, but whenever he tries to seize the opportunity with she-cats, he gets easily flustered and shy.


Tigerpaw -- Ɓαттℓє Scαяѕ -- F -- Apprentice
Description ;; Tigerpaw is an American Bobtail cat, another one of the larger domestic cat breeds. She has the standard look, powerful haunches and legs, wide heads, a fluffy ruff of fur around her neck, and a fluffy pompom of a tail. Her main color is a pale dirty brown. Her markings are not too extraordinary, her being dusty tan, on her ruff, underbelly, under her tail, and other common cat 'points.' She had dark tabby markings, similar to those of a tiger, a thick black stripe down her back and tail with grey in the dead center of her stripe, with striped legs and tabby markings branching off or near her black stripe. Her feet are white, as is the splash on her muzzle and chest. Her eyes are a pale amber color. Her wings are like her colors, brown with black bars on top, pale and dusty with white tips on the bottom. However, she has no front legs, replaced instead by wings.
Personality ;; Tigerpaw is very blunt, almost cold, in the fact that it can take her a while to warm up to some cats. She is very reluctant to make close bonds. She tends to walk on her back legs when not leaning on her wings.

"They are much like cows, but with longer legs and skinnier," he explained, curling his tail over his paws thoughtfully. Honeypaws eyes widened in amazement, imagining what these creatures sounded like.
(I might poof fr a bit I have homework:))