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larkfeather
A little too excited that Black Widow is going to be in Black Panther #halfgayproblems
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Post by larkfeather on Jun 5, 2017 22:29:52 GMT -5
IceClan
History:
Almost 60 moons after Gray Wing took his fellow mountain cats off the mountains, another group of the mountain cats decided to disperse. Led by Shattering Skies, they went a different way down the mountain. Several moons later they were hungry, tired, and now stranded at the mercy of a flooding river. Three other warriors stepped up, Blossoming Lily, Spotted Deer, and Lonely Wolf, and together with Shattering Skies, safely corralled the band of cats passed the river and to safety on the other side. The four cats led the cats together, forming a strong bond. They incidentally traveled north, heading into colder territory. After scouting the nearby land, Shattering Skies declared that they would stay. It wouldn't be an easy split, as the group had become close, but tensions would rise. They had gained several more cats on the pathway to their new homes and several of the rogues fell into disagreement with the mountain cats. Fighting ensued, and it was Starry Moon that stopped the fighting, forcing the group to separate into four separate groups to live separately. MoonClan was led by Shattering Skies and Starry Moon, SunClan was led by Spotted Deer, DayClan was led by Blossoming Lily, and NightClan ruled by Lonely Wolf. Everything went relatively peacefully for nearly 30 moons, the only problem was the wolves, foxes, and rare cougars, until everything changed. An endless, violent blizzard enveloped over the Clans, killing almost half of the Clan cats. The four Clans had joined together to support each other throughout the storm, but very few actually survived. Two Clans are born out of the remnants of the fallen Clans, IceClan and FireClan.
Introduction:
As you padded into the bushes of the light forest-land, your paws became tired and soon began dragging against the snow-covered ground. You ventured on, not quite sure why you bothered to even travel as you felt you were almost going to shut down with exhaustion. As you emerge from the forest, you find yourself in a completely snow-covered area. You shiver as the cold wind blows through your fur, and quickly try to find a space for refuge. You find a cave onto your right, and run into to it, curling up on the cold stone floor and going to sleep to regain your energy.
When you wake up, you see the sky, black as a wolf.
I mustβve slept the whole sun-highβ¦ You thought, standing up off the cold, gray stone floor of the cave and traveled outside it. Straight into a semi-circle of cats.
βLarkstar!β One of the five catβs shouted, βwe have the cat!β
βRight here!β Another exclaimed. βWeak, by the looks of it!β
You trembled in fear, judging by their muscled appearances these cats could fight. If you wanted to retreat, all you could do is go back in the cave for a method of escape. But somehow, you found enough courage to stand up against all these strange cats.
βI know this already. I'm not blind,β a she-cat, probably the leader as all the others were looking up at her, said. βWhat are you doing on our Clan territory, cat?β She questioned you, padding closer to you and stopping one wolf-length away, her eyes judging.
You knew she could smell your fear-scent, but tried to seem brave anyway. βI didnβt know I was on your Clanβsβ¦territory? If I am disturbing youβ¦β
Then let me leave! Your mind finished, making you tremble even more, and every cat there knew it wasn't because of.
The she-cat purred, her rude and fierce facade replaced with something you couldnβt place your paw on, but it looked happy. βI like you, acting brave even though you arenβt. We could use more of thatβ¦β her eyes became wistful, as though reflecting on something that had happened in the past. Then her eyes became clear again, shining brightly. βWould you like to join our Clan?β
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larkfeather
A little too excited that Black Widow is going to be in Black Panther #halfgayproblems
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Post by larkfeather on Jun 8, 2017 15:55:48 GMT -5
The Camp
IceClan's camp is a large, snowy clearing surrounded by woods. Above then looms a large cliff that the leader uses for announcements and meetings.
<Leader's Den>
The leader's den is the first den cat's will see if they look straight. It is also the smallest, formed out of a hole underneath the base of a tree. The trunk is hollow, and the ground within collapsed, giving room for several cats.
<Senior Warrior's Den>
The deputy and senior warriors all share a den together. Their den is perhaps the warmest, being a thick thorn patch that was cleared out enough for cats to sleep. Thick leaves and pine straw were woven in to help keep it warm. During the coldest of nights, the queens and sick cats will take refuge.
<Warrior's Den>
The outside is made of stone slates, leaning against each other. Below was a former badger end that was cleaned out and widened, making enough room for plenty of cats. Small shallows are made in the dirt as nests, but most warriors craft their own out of moss and feathers.
<Apprentice's Den>
The apprentice's den is of a several fallen trees. Thick branches lay on top that serve as a roof with thick leaves piled on to stop snow and rain from filtering.
<Nursery Den>
The Nursery is the largest den besides the senior warrior den. It is made out of a root cave next to the leaders den. Underneath one of the stones from the warriors den is a hole that serves as the entrance. It opens up to a large root cave underneath, with plenty of room for mothers and their kits to be comfortable.
<Medicine Den>
The medicine cat den is underneath a rock ledge that has lose vines hiding the entrance. Underneath is a small puddle that forms from rain dripping in. Herbs are stored in cracks in the rocks.
The Territory
IceClan territory is mostly made up out of fir trees, pines, and various other types of trees. It is a mountainous region
with several of fatal rocky cliffs and stone spikes. Cats daring enough attempt to climb them, and if they get to the top of the largest, called the Spire, they are labeled as a "Legendary Warrior" and are believed to achieve greatness.
Fallen Buck River is a huge, rumbling and dangerous river that spirals through IceClan and FireClan territory. Cats are advised not to go near it. Medicine Cats usually have a several warrior escort when retrieving herbs by the banks.
Silent Hollow is a big dip that is known for it's snakes because of its sunny rock pile in the deep center. It is surrounded by thick brambles and thorns.
The Starlight Caves has countless shimmering crystals that embedded in the ground, reflected the moon's light through holes in the ceiling and is where medicine cats go to talk with StarClan. It is located in a root cave in the midst of IceClan territory. FireClan is welcome to visit at any moment, given they do not hunt within the trip.
Glacier Plains is a hilly span of territory without trees and is known for the snow hares and voles, but as well as occasional deer and wolves.
Misty Forest is the best place to hunt as it is usually hidden by a thick patch of mist. It makes it harder to hunt, but prey usually never sees or smells hunters coming
Predators
Badgers are uncommon and are known for being vicious and merciless. Do not engage unless there are at least 4 cats in the party.
Foxes are common but deadly. Do not engage unless they appear aggressive, only attack with minimum of 3 cats.
Wolves are rare, but nonetheless extremely deadly. Most available warriors will participate in the attack. If there ever is a pack within Clan territory, both Clans will attack side-by-side.
Mountain Cats extremely rare and should not be approached at all costs.
Bears are rarely seen but regardless are very deadly. They will not attack unless agitated, do not approach.
Owls are often heard but not seen. Not a threat unless they attempt to steal a kit.
Prey
Mice, Vole, shrews, and the typical birds are common.
During spring when the rivers are flowing, those with the taste will fish.
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larkfeather
A little too excited that Black Widow is going to be in Black Panther #halfgayproblems
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Post by larkfeather on Jun 8, 2017 15:56:57 GMT -5
Allegiances
Leader
Larkstar| Female | No mate | Larkstar is a feathery white she-cat with thin tabby stripes covering her body. She has bright, glacier blue eyes with a white flecks. She is a lithe, scrawny she-cat that has the perfect build for running. Larkstar is cautious, she never goes into any situation without thinking it through. There is hardly anything that can be said that can anger her, at least in a visible sense, experience has given her control over expressing emotion, giving her a calm, cool, and collected appearance. To an outside cat, she may appear as heartless, emotionless through her impartial and quiet personality she has towards any stranger or opposing cat to protect her and her Clan's secrets. Nonetheless, in battle, she is a fearful foe because of her speed. Larkstar lacks brute strength and lust, but she has a tactful mind and an eye for detail. Personally, she is a reserved cat and rarely talks about her past. Larkstar is a natural leader, easily taking control of sitations with a calm head. She's good cat to open up to, has a good ear, and on occasion can give good advice. Larkstar is extremely sensitive about her past, and good reason too. Other then her daughter, she has no living kin in her Clan, most died tragic but honorable deaths. Her mate died defending the clan from a wolf when their three kits were barely a moon old. The runt, Dapplekit, died from green cough. Her other two kits become apprentices, but Lionpaw was almost to receive his warrior name when he died at the claws of an enemy warrior. She has one remaining kit left, Icestreak, that she is extremely overprotective over. ||larkfeather||
Deputy
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Medicine Cat
Owlwing || Female || 39 moons || Medicine cat || Owlwing is a medium sized tortoiseshell cat. She has bright green eyes and a long fluffy tail. Owlwing is smaller than most cats, but that doesn't stop her from guiding her clan. Usually, Owlwing is very calm. She prefers to keep to her own instead of socializing with other cats, but when any cat, good or bad, gets hurt she jumps right in to help them. Overall, Owlwing is rather good medicine cat. This is because she continuously blames herself when she messes up. One of her greatest weaknesses is that she will become very melancholy when things fail to go the way she wants them to go. She enjoys going on long walks through the forest and telling stories to kits. She loves to watch as young kits become strong warriors. Owlwing thinks of every cat in the clan as part of her family. || Other: none || Crush/mate: none ||featherdapple||
Warriors
|Icestreak|Female| No mate | Icestreak is a feathery light blue-gray she-cat with swirled black stripes. She has deep
glacier blue eyes. She is a rebellious, spunky she-cat that has no regards for the rules, if anything, she strives to break them. Because of her mothers overprotecting attitude, they often quarrel because she did something that she didn't approve of. Icestreak never felt satisfied in the Clan, always feeling anxious to get out and explore. More often than not, she's wondering around, searching for adventure. |larkfeather||
Nightshade|Male| Warrior| 42 moons| Nightshade is a rather large, fluffy tom with vibrant, piercing fern green eyes with a light sky blue tint. This rather unusual cat nothing short of an oddity, with his overall body shape as a large, with a rounded head and broad shoulders to go with a thick and long hind quarters tom. His base pelt color is a solid, onyx black, with long and torn ears. Very few markings on his coat, adding up to only two. A white splotch covers his shoulders, although its not very large, with a boomerang-esque shape to it. The other white marking is more of thick splash covering a little below his spine and completely swallowing his lightly feathered tail. Due to his battle savvy self, he isnβt short of scars, including a noticeable scar over his left eye and another over his back. Personality wise, heβs not the typical dumb, thoughtless brute. Heβs not clueless, or go blindly rushing into a situation without thinking through it (At least somewhat.) Saything that, Nightshade isnβt a big fan of authority, he just doesnβt like being told what to do. In most situations he will listen to his leader, unless given a good reason to listen and follow the opposing force. He is rather solemn, careful not to make any relationship bonds as Nightshade sees close friendships as a weakness. Nightshade lacks compassion and sympathy towards others, as he struggles to find the right things to say. Nightshade has the tendency to keep talking, saying something shouldβve stuck to the brain. Nightshade has this bad habit of keeping grudges, although most of the time they have a solid reason behind it. Due to past trauma, he canβt stand heights and water. Rain? Fine. Several tail length jump over a fallen tree? No problem. Climbing up a tall oak on the other paw, is a problem, along with his severe fear of fast flowing water. Nightshift was just one of those rogues, born to a mother who hardly cared and to a father who never showed his face. He, at one point of his early life, was very close to his only sister, Hail. Since their parents hardly cared for the kits, they looked out for each other for several moons. Until Hail fell for some rogue, who, in the end, broke her heart. In result, she wouldnβt eat and continually slept for days, her health deteriorating day by day. Nightshade (At this point in time was called Shades) stayed by her side, only leaving to hunt. He had realized in the beginning of her downfall that Hail wouldnβt recover, so he just stayed there, comforting her. When Hail had finally let go, Nightshade wandered around for awhile in a daze. Some time later, after he realized that he was going to live on for Hail, for her sake, kept going, to explore around. When he was about 24 moons he stumbled upon IceClan, and realized that this is where he could stay, where he could be himself. ||larkfeather||
Rabbitfrost || Male || 32 moons || Warrior; would like to be deputy || Rabbitfrost is a light brown tom with darker brown tabby markings, a white belly, and bright green eyes. He is fun-loving and energetic, always itching to do something. He loves to crack jokes and can be very sarcastic. Rabbitfrost is also very flirty and tries to be a lot smoother around she-cats than he is, often making a fool of himself. His mother abandoned he and his sister at the edge of IceClan territory when they were tiny kits. They were taken into the clan and raised as members of the clan. || His sister is Sunfeather. || Has a crush on Icestreak. || Rabbitfrost |||
Stormwing || male || 25 moons || warrior || He was named after the color of his pelt, which is a steely gray. His fur is long and thick, which makes it difficult to groom - hence all his tangles. Across his chest and down his stomach, his fur appears lighter and continues in a faded pattern down his legs. Each paw has a black sock, of varying length. A lighter blotch of fur rests between his shoulder blades. Stormwing has a pair of pale lime green eyes. An open book, that's the best way to describe Stormwing. He's an outgoing tom who is always ready to greet others with a friendly smile. His morals are strongly based on respect and responsibility, so he's a hard worker. Stormwing isn't afraid to do jobs that no one else wants, he just desires to prove himself. Pushing himself to the limit, working himself to exhaustion - it's how he sleeps at night. As unhealthy as that may seem, it's always worked for him. When it comes to personal relationships, what matters is your actions and your words. Stormwing doesn't care where you came from or what your "reputation" is. He takes others for what they are in the present, without judgement. For a warrior, he's not the brightest bulb in the box. Though he doesn't have the highest IQ, he really does put forth his best effort with every task he is given. This particular tom was born into IceClan, to a pair of stern but loving parents. Mothtail was a respected warrior and Sleetspirit was a dedicated tom. His siblings were Rainheart and Ivynose, two sisters who drove him crazy in their younger years. Shortly after he and his sisters became apprentices, their father Sleetspirit died from fighting off a few aggressive rogues. It was a heavy blow but Mothtail only grew even closer to her kits. His sister gave birth to two kits, Echokit and Shadowkit. Mothtail died a few days after her grandchildren were born. Shellheart fell ill with green cough when her kits were only three moons. Unfortunately, she didn't survive. Loosing his sister was extremely traumatic for Stormwing. Still, he stepped in to raise his niece and nephew - along with Ivynose. || Sister is Ivynose. Niece and nephew are Shadowpaw and Echopaw. || n/a || - Λ’α΅αΆ€α΅αΆΚ° - ||
Ivynose || female || 25 moons || warrior || A thick furred silvery gray tabby with darker spotted markings. She has a splash of white fur on her chest. Her build is short and slim, causing her to appear almost delicate. Wide deep green eyes settle into a rounded face with a short muzzle and tall ears. Ivynose has always been a bit on the smaller side, which often got her picked on. This has hardened her to insults and it actually takes quite a bit to hurt her. Unfortunately, the teasing has also made her a bit snappy and prideful. Friendly hasn't been a word that applies to Ivynose since her childhood. She prefers to be on her own and only lets a few select others get really close to her. Asking for help or admitting she needs it is never easy for her. Her pride has cost her friendships in the past and still puts a strain on her relationships with clan mates. Ivynose is very set in her ways and isn't welcoming towards change of any kind. She struggles to make meaningful connections with others and can get possessive over cats she deeply cares about. Born and raised in IceClan, she was blessed with loving parents. However, her "happy" childhood was tainted with taunts and jeers. Her brother and sister, Stormwing and Rainheart, couldn't always protect her and so Ivynose had to learn how to protect herself. Which, in turn created the hot mess she is today. When Rainheart died, the tabby was heartbroken and became distant from her family and few friends. She's never been as close to her niece and nephew as her brother is. || Brother is Stormwing. Niece and Nephew are Shadowpaw and Echopaw. || n/a || - Λ’α΅αΆ€α΅αΆΚ° - ||
Tigerheart|| Tom || 37 moons || Senior Warrior || A very dark brown tabby tom with one gold eye and one blue eye. He has white forepaws and has a white blaze on his chest. He is long-limbed and muscular, with broad shoulders and a thick tail. He has tufts of fur on his ears and he has thick mane like fur around his neck and scruff though he also has long fur on his cheeks. His right ear had a V-shaped nick in it. He has a small but visible scar over his left eye, and one long scar down his right shoulder from previous battles. Tigerheart is normally quiet and keeps to himself unless provoked or the circumstances require him to take part in the action. He has a way of becoming very snappy and irritable quite easily. However, it isn't too hard to gain his trust once he warms up to a cat, and he is a great friend to have around because of his fierce loyalty to those he cares about. Though he may seem cold, he wouldn't hesitate to lay down his life for his Clanmates. || Other || Crush/Mate ||Koi||
Breezefeather|| Shecat || 29 moons || warrior || A tall pretty tortoiseshell shecat with ice blue eyes, her fur is sleek excluding her tail; her tail has long whispy fur. Shes mostly dark brown and tan, with one half of her face being tan and the other almost black with a white underbelly. She is a great hunter and is exceedingly fast though she lacks in fighting. She is playful and kind, she is shy around new cat but once she gets to you she is bubbly and out going. She has a quick temper and a fiery tongue and isn't afraid to stand up for what she believes in even if she stands alone. She is a great hunter and is exceedingly fast though she lacks in fighting. She is playful and kind, she is shy around new cat but once she gets to you she is bubbly and out going. She has a quick temper and a fiery tongue and isn't afraid to stand up for what she believes in even if she stands alone. || Other || Crush/Mate ||Koi||
Ravenflight|| Female||25 Moons|| Warrior||Black she-cat with grey paws, deep green eyes. She is quiet and a deep thinker. She is very clever and doesn't trust easily. Very quick to lose trust in someone. ||None || No crush/mate||Rainfur||
||Moonblaze|| Female|| Warrior|| 16 Moons|| Very loyal to her clan and extremely fierce, she is always more than willing to put her life on the line for her clan. She is sweet and clumsy. Her intentions are almost always good, with the thought of whats best for the clan always in her mind. She is a midnight blue, almost black cat with dark eyes. She is lithe and sleek. ||silvermoonblaze|
Apprentices
Windpaw|| Male || 10 Moons| Broad long furred black and pale white Maine Coon tom. He has calm, intelligent amber eyes have a slight yellow tint to them. His base coat is a light, dusky gray that covers his entire chest and underbelly. The rest of his body is covered in a shadowy black, allowing for him to blend well into the shadows. His ears are rather big, even for this rather large tom. Windpaw is built well for strength, with a large build and broad shoulders. His brute strength and natural combat skills comes in handy, but with his large size it doesnβt come in handy in hunting. Windpaw has problem with stealth, no matter how hard he tries. Itβs hard to control what he steps on, as his heavyweight seemingly makes a crunching sound or stepping on a twig. This increasingly makes hunting difficult, along with long-distance running. Windpaw has always been a rather logical cat, trying to see other solutions then the obvious one. He accepts that fighting isnβt always the answer, even if itβs the easier one. Windpaw, despite his age, knows that problems donβt get solved through rashness. Every side needs a calm head, someone that doesnβt overreact from many situations. The large, fluffy tom has a calm tendency, but this doesnβt mean he lacks courage. Windpaw does have an immense amount of courage, willing to take on any trouble to protect his clanmates. Whether or not this means meeting a fox head on, or diplomacy to avoid a fight. The large, fluffy tom always did struggle on getting cats to listen to him, as many just thought that fighting was the answer. Many donβt take him seriously, let alone respect him enough to take charge. Loyalty to his clan is his number one concern, heβs always had the best overall interest of the clan in heart. His loyalty is often questioned due to his kittypet and rouge blood. His mother passed away when he was barely one moon old, and he never knew his father. He received pity and aid from several rogues and they raised him well, to be a respectful cat until their death by dogs. ||larkfeather||
Deerpaw || She-cat || 8 moons || Apprentice || Deerpaw is a semi-thin she-cat with rather long legs and soft features. Her pelt is a creamy light chocolate, although not light enough to be considered fawn. Her muzzle and neck have flecks of white in them, and her eyes are large and defined. They are greenish-gray with pale hazel specks. Deerpaw is definitely a dreamer, her head is in the clouds most of the time and it's difficult to regain her attention once you've lost it. She tends to romanticize things and looks on the positive side in bad situations. She has a firm moral and is as stubborn as a horse, not to mention her incredibly unshakable sense of determination. Deerpaw seems to never have a sense of urgency, but is rather fidgety at some times. She likes to explore and take life one paw at a time. Deerpaw's mother died soon after her birth due to her frail body and inability to handle the aftermath of childbirth. Her father was killed in a battle that took place before she reached 2 moons, but Deerpaw isn't very haunted by it. You can't really miss anything you never knew, after all. || Deerpaw admires Windpaw's logical thinking, but does not expect to become his mate. || Atsuko Kagari ||
Shadowpaw || female || 7 moons || apprentice || Pitch black fur covers this molly from head to toe. The only glimpse of color rests on her tail tip and is a bright snowy white. Her eyes are a warm golden amber. She has an athletic build, lean but strong. A small scar rests on her right cheek from a play fight gone wrong. Shadowpaw is a very competitive feline at heart. She loves the thrill of a challenge and the reward of success. Her ambition drives her to work hard and play hard, which can make her seem aggressive. Shadowpaw is very defensive when she feels that herself, or her loved ones are threatened. Making friends is sometimes difficult for her but she definitely makes an effort to get along with most clan mates. Driven by her desire to be the best warrior she can be, Shadowpaw is very determined and will walk through fire to complete her goals. This she-cat isn't one to stand down and take orders, in fact she can be very bossy. Shadowpaw was born into the clan but her father was a rogue. Her mother, Rainheart, broke the warrior code but kept her kits, though she was only with them for three moons. When her mother died from green-cough she was left in the care of her aunt and uncle. She grew up very close with Echopaw and still is, though she'd deny it if you asked. || Brother is Echopaw. Aunt and uncle are Ivynose and Stormwing. || n/a || - Λ’α΅αΆ€α΅αΆΚ° - ||
Echopaw || male || 7 moons || apprentice || His base coat is a soft, creamy brown. Across his short, sleek pelt are patches of dark chestnut brown and pure black. They cover his face, neck, back, flanks, and tail. He has a few white speckles on his cheeks and an ivory dot on his chin. Echopaw has a pair of big baby blue eyes, which are round and give him a childish look. Fairly muscular and large - though he has very awkwardly heavy paws. Echopaw always has to be on the move. He has to have something to do to keep him occupied or he becomes restless. When he's restless he gets into heaps of trouble. To say he's energetic is understating it. He's resilient as well, so if he gets tired or stressed, he's able to bounce back rather quickly. Brave, almost recklessly and very curious. This combination isn't a good one, as you can probably assume. He is always the first to try new things but can be easily mislead and brought into harmful situations. He's curious about everything and anything and often gets into other people's belongings and asks lots of questions. Yeah, the world would be doomed if he had Pandora's Box. Now, Echopaw is a very open, very sociable tomcat. He loves attention and can't stand it when other people are depressed. He tries to get along with most everyone but sometimes accepts that people just don't like him or aren't compatible with him. He enjoys annoying is close friends and family, to show is... affection. Echopaw was born half-clan technically and all of IceClan seems to know it. Still, he grieves for the loss of the mother he barely knew. He adores his uncle and even his aunt sometimes but his sister is the one he's closest to. || Sister is Shadowpaw. Aunt and uncle are Ivynose and Stormwing. || n/a || - Λ’α΅αΆ€α΅αΆΚ° - ||
Birchpaw|| Tom || 12 moons || Apprentice ||Birchpaw is a muscular dark mottled brown tabby tom with white paws and underbelly. Along his flank he has small specks of black that run down to his left hind leg. He has emerald green eyes with small tufts of fur on his ears. Birchpaw is a well known clan cat who is friendly with his clanmates and supportive of his leader. He is loyal to the warrior code and gets angry if it is broken. He is against letting non-clanborn cats join the clan. He finds them to be weak. Birchpaw is considered a great fighter but his huntings skills can lack at times. Birchpaw is a warmhearted warrior only to his own clan. He sneers at the other clans and would defend his leader's decisions with tooth and claw. Birchpaw was born in the clan but his mother chose to leave the clan due to major deaths in the clan.
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Newtpaw || tom-cat || 8 moons || Apprentice || Newtpaw is a slender, long-everythinged cat. His pelt is mainly that of a light grey spotted tabby, but in some places he has pale orange take over the spotting and fur surrounding it. Along with this, he has one white patch that consumes his entire left foreleg, goes up to his chest and throat, and ends on the lower half of his muzzle. The other three paws are also white. His eyes are a bright greenish-yellow. Newtpaw is a little odd, one might say. Because he's extremely lanky, he often trips other cats or generally messes things up. Because of this, he's a bit skittish around others because he's afraid he'll get into trouble by accident and get yelled at. He always strives to do his best. Newtpaw was born to a perfectionist and an unknown (likely) clan tom. His mother, even on the day of his birth, wanted him to be something. She constantly nagged him, made him stand up straight, be perfect in every way possible. Instead of making him gain confidence, this just ruined his self esteem and made every other word that comes out of his mouth "sorry".|| Other || None ||scorchtail||
Snowpaw || She-cat || 11 moons || Apprentice || Snowpaw as her name suggests, is a white long legged she-cat with a svelte build. Her eyes are dark blue and her fur short. Snowpaw is a little odd in the sense that she finds beauty in the simplest of things and has a known history of getting easily distracted by small things. Like a beetle or the clouds. Thankfully this little strange aspect is balanced by her honesty and determination. She is very protective of those close to her and has no issues getting involved in an argument with anyone who insults them. || Other || Crush/Mate ||Meraki||
Queens
Sunfeather || Female || 32 moons || Queen || Sunfeather is a long-haired calico she-cat with golden eyes. She is sweet and sensitive; she loves her clan mates and would do anything for them. Despite her typically gentle nature, she can also be fierce when protecting her clan mates; especially her brother and her kits. If somebody she loves is threatened, she can be a terrifying force to face. Her mother abandoned she and her brother at the edge of IceClan territory when they were tiny kits. They were taken into the clan and raised as members of the clan. || Her brother is Rabbitfrost. She is currently expecting kits. || Her former mate, Foxfoot, was killed by a badger not long after Sunfeather discovered she was expecting kits. || Rabbitfrost ||
Rogues
Silent || Tom || 52 moons || Rouge || Silent is a dark red Maine Coon cat, the dark, long silky pelt drapes over the Tom in almost scarlet red stripes from head to toe. Unlike most rouges, Silents fur is well sleek and well kept, which is great for water-related tasks. Right within the deep sea of red is a white muzzle and underbelly, which compliments well with the toms sharp, silver eyes. Silent is a selective mute, in which he rarely speaks, only in special occasions does he speak. In the occasions where Silent /does/ speak, his voice is silky, smooth, almost charming in a way. Despite the toms age, his voice still kept the young charm it always had. Silent is an observant and mysterious kind of cat. Always disappearing just as soon as he arrives. No cat had really understands him or his motives. How could he tell them? He's a mute. Despite his quiestionable actions, Silent is not dumb. He's a fast learner and that trait allowed him to survive. Growing up, Silent was born with Fireclan blood, but was never able to experience it, as his mother had been exiled whilst pregnant with him. Silent got his name from the lack of speech he expressed within his childhood to his mother. He never spoke much, but nonetheless he still made lovely conversation with his mother. Unfortunately, Silents mother had died protecting him. The experience was so traumatizing, that Silent refused to speak of it ever again... or even speak, in this case. Silent had traveled around as he grew, and made home near Iceclan territory. He often hunted within Misty Forest, and over the moons he learned of ways to cover up his scent, making hiding from the Iceclan cats easier than ever. || Selective mute || None |I Toastedtiger ||
Griffon || she-cat || 22 moons || Loner || Griffon is an average sized, run-of-the-mill mixed breed stray cat. Her pelt is a a mix of grey and brown ticking, making most of her appear as the greyish color. It only becomes apparent that she has brown as well when it comes to her chest, throat, face, and the insides of her legs because the furs aren't so thick here. All over her pelt, whether it appear more brown or more grey, she has mackerel tabby stripes that are an almost black color. On her face, she has a particularly brown patch on the top of her muzzle and a white chin that fades out into the tannish color that is the rest of her lower face and throat. Her eyes are a deep golden color. Griffon is a well-known trouble maker outside of IceClan. She has a habit of "accidentally" crossing borders and tempting the clan cats by flirting with them, no matter what gender they may be. She can be reckless and can be quick to jump to conclusions. Calls herself a rogue but really isn't aggressive enough to be labeled by others as such. Griffon was born inside a Twoleg home to what was supposed to be two kittypet parents. She along with her littermates were meant to be purebred bengals cats to be sold, but her mother had gotten outside for a bit and was instead knocked up by either a clan cat or a rogue. When her and her littermates were born and seen to not be purebred, her and her littermates were cast out of the house. Her littermates found homes in the surrounding neighborhoods, but she took this abandonment to heart and decided not to trust another Twoleg or really anyone else but herself. || Other || No Crush (yet) ||scorchtail||
Kittypets
Shado|Female| 40 Moons||Kittypet|| Shado is a really scrawny, bony she-cat with thin feathery dusky gray fur. Her fur has a weird white undertone, if itβs stroked the opposite way it has a white fringe. She has a white blaze that goes down to her chest and underbelly. She has beautiful fern green eyes with a light golden tint. Shado isnβt like any regular kittypet, she rarely eats the pellets and prefers to hunt whatever she can find. Merely the care, love, and shelter that the Twolegs gave her made her stay. Most days she roams the neighborhood, frequently getting into fights with other rogues and kittypets. Shado has what one would call a temper, one moment being kind and loving, the next she is all claws and teeth. Despite that, if some cat can crack that exterior, she has a kind heart when it comes down to it. She isnβt cruel by any means, but she has no problem attacking any cat if sheβs provoked in the slightest way.||Larkfeather||
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