Active NPC Masterlist -
Timberstar -
Massive dark brown and grey hued tom with dark brown eyes, wolf tooth token pierced through left ear
Collected Information:
- Son of the last chieftains
- Scarring across his shoulders causes less range of motion and stiffness, but he's still very strong
- Loves his mate very much despite it being arranged
- Seems to enjoy harassing Turnclaw's Kin


Brokensnow -
Average sized chimera cat with black, ginger, blue, and cream calico patches across a mostly white pelt marred by heavy scarring including a mostly missing ear and ¾ tail, one blue eye and one brown, dog teeth tokens pierced through her full ear, Briarstar's chosen
Collected Information:
- Daughter of one of the last Guards, trained by a different Guard
- Lost her ear and tail to a rogue attack very early in her training
- Killed her first rogue when she was six moons old
- Her largest scar from face down to belly was given to her by a Turnclaw who she subdued, she almost died
- She is in charge of training Cinderpaw out of the poison the Turnclaw Ashblaze left in her
- Very no nonsense, though she entertains kits with stories sometimes and has a soft spot for young cats


Jaystep -
Large dark blue and black tom with a white underbelly and dark blue eyes, steller's jay feather token tucked behind ear, Timberstar's chosen
Collected Information:
- Goes out of his way to make life difficult for Turnclaw's Kin
- Tolerates very little from anyone
- Acts very trustworthy, is friendly and easy to talk to


Cinderpaw -
Large grey mollie with black tabby on her back and legs, a black tail, black legs, muzzle bridge, muzzle chin, and ears, and dark blue eyes, formerly apprenticed to the Turnclaw Ashblaze, now training under Brokensnow
Collected Information:
- Truly loved Ashblaze
- Is heartbroken by her mentor's death
- Disowned by her family
- Ashblaze and Cinderdust are cousins, their fathers were brothers [Only Known by those of 44+ Moons Old]
- Used to be very naive, happy-go-lucky, joyous, and excitable

[Art by Reever #43576, commissioned awhile back now]

Creekwhisker -
Elderly blue sepia point mollie with dark blue eyes, blind, blue bird feather token worn behind ear
Collected Information:
- Very very old
- Has raised many orphan kits once they become Charges
- When something is confusing, chances are Creekwhisker can clear it up or clarify, or offer some insight
- Peaceful in his old age, still very reminiscent of the old days


---

Unless otherwise specified, anything below is NOT PineClan knowledge

Shadowfang -
Pitch black tom with dark brown almost black eyes, heavily scarred, hawk talon token stashed in den
Collected Information:
- Former Turnclaw
- Father of Ashblaze [PineClan knowledge]
- Believed to be dead by most
- Rescued Juno, is a father figure of sorts
- Clan before kin


Juno -
Black and white patched mollie with one blue eye and one missing eye, presumed to be the reincarnation of Junebug, scarred heavily, extremely good fighter and field commander, notorious in PineClan, common knowledge
Collected Information:
- Missing Eye has been missing as long as Juno has been visible to PineClan [PineClan Knowledge if 50+ Moons]
- Mother of Rick and Eros
- Despite missing eye is very very deadly and a difficult opponent
- Loved by most of the Rogue Clan, incredibly charismatic
- Leads surveillance missions very deep into PineClan territory
- In possession of Ashblaze's Token


Rick -
Dark brown and white tom with a white diamond on his neck and dark blue green eyes, son of Juno
Collected Information:
- Son of Juno
- Commonly leads harassment missions along the border, known well by PineClan [PineClan Knowledge]
- Happy-go-lucky, humorous, affectionate


Eros -
Dark brick red Abyssinian ticked tabby tom with yellow green eyes, son of Juno
Collected Information:
- Son of Juno
- Commonly leads harassment missions along the border, well known by PineClan [PineClan Knowledge]
- Cold, serious, to the point
- Participates in most stealth missions with his mother
- Encyclopedic knowledge of PineClan territory

[Art by Agryo [Side] #84746, Commissioned from this thread]

 Frostheart
  "Stop fighting, what chance do we have against those who would see us dead?"
Age:
20 Moons
Gender:
She-cat
Affiliation:
Pineclan
Rank:
Turnclaw kin; Warrior

Appearance:
Frostheart was once a rather pretty she-cat, lithe and muscular. A white coat with soft hints of rabbit brown on her cheeks, ears, paws and tail, with long soft plumes around the neck and tail, was kept meticulously clean. Now however, scars mar her, and if it isn't streaked with dirt and mud, its tinged red from fresh wounds, limp from lack of care, hanging on a malnourished and degrading body. Eyes that once sparkled like the clear sky now stare dully outward, lost in her own mind. One particularily brutal scar runs down the back of her neck and to the front of her chest, and another on her back left leg, the injuring acting up in poor weather and cold. No token adorns her, and to any onlooker, she is merely the husk of a cat who once had life, now just going through the motions. She does not look like a cat entering her second year, but at times closer to an elder who has seen more than their fair share of haunted things.

Personality:
Frostheart is a near silent cat, who moves with her head and tail low, slow and meticulous, working if she isn't sleeping. she does not look cats in the eye unless ordered, her old defiance almost extinguished. While she first had fought to prove herself to her clan, and her loyalty despite her heritage, the constant barge of hate slowly drained her to what she is now. While occasionally a hint of life stirs behind her eyes, it is usually quite fleeting. In her brief moments of rest, she seems to fold into her own world, listless at the fringes of the camp, usually unresponsive unless given an order.

History:
Frostheart once had promise, before her family was killed. An apprentice on the path of the Shaman, she was lively, and had many a friend within the clan, at least, as much as any cat could have in Pineclan. When her family was discovered to be Turnclaws, her life however changed. Her mother and father were killed, along with her brother. Her sister, who like herself, was permitted to live, vanished into the night soon after. No longer worthy of the shaman rank, she was re-apprenticed under Ashblaze, who was as cold and distant as any other cat, now that she was related to turnclaws. She did not get a token quest, but did make her way to being a 'warrior'.
For the past six months she has been under that rank, and her name of Frostheart. The tasks however, only had become more grueling, and even though she is still young, she is almost always ill, or exhausted from the sheer amount of work she undertakes.
At Ashblazes reveal of her turnclaw nature, Frostheart felt something stir fresh within her, half impressed by her old mentors resolve to choose death over servitude, but half feeling like the she-cat had throw her life away for nothing. After all, nothing changed in Pineclan.

Relationships:
Frostheart does not make relationships with others, and so has little opinion about any cat in the clan. To the few who may show her a hint of kindness, she will merely fear less than those who have scarred her.

Past relationships-
Sunbird Part of her still resents Sunbird for taking the one thing she had coveted before her family's betrayal.

She has little opinion on the rogues, figuring they're not much of a threat, or a help against Pineclans sheer Barbary.


Adopted by me, art by Opalizero
Willowshade
  "Try me, I could use a new scratching post."
Age:
32 Moons
Gender:
She-cat
Affiliation:
Pineclan
Rank:
Warrior; training to learn about being a guard.
Token:
A full rabbit paw, hidden only where the Chieftains know.

Appearance:
A muscular gray and sand colored tabby she-cat with a thick ruff of fur around her neck and ears, and a long plumy tail. she has eyes like chips of ice, a deep dangerous blue that hold an intensity that matches their owner. Her coat is long enough to hide most of her scars, but two long claw marks mar the ridge of her nose, only adding to the rather imposing nature Willdowshade has. She carries herself proudly, and looks down her nose at others, something she can due to her slightly taller nature. She does not wear her true totem on herself, but has three rabbit claws pushed through her ear, one for each cat she has killed.

Personality:
Dangerous and proud are the two best words for Willowshade. She will be the first to strike if argued against, and seems to revel in the thought of murder and violence. With a voice that is silky sweet, she is the type to lure the unsuspecting cat into trusting her, like poison in the veins. She has no mercy for Turnclaws, and is almost always listening to find hints of dissension. Fiercely loyal to the Chiefs, she wants little to do with the Queen life, which may be odd for a she-cat, and only wants to serve with tooth and fang while she still holds breath.

History:
Willowshade was trained to be as brutal and strong as any Pineclan cat, and she took the the ways early, even as a young apprentice finding new ways to use her claws to hurt others. She was trained, and raised like any other apprentice, rising rather swiftly above her peers. When she went on her token quest, she was not satisfied until she hunted down the largest, swiftest, meanest rabbit she could, not taking just a small token but the entire back foot of the creature, the claws from it pushed into her ear in a similar fashion to her chief, a claw for every kill, to remind others who they were facing.
Older, she makes it her mission to hunt and kill any rogue or traitor in their midsts, her claws containing more blood than most due to her absolute brutality and resolve in this matter. She sees her future painted in blood, and helping bring the destruction of the Rogues. She is currently working with Jaystep in order to better learn the ins and outs of being a Guard, getting grooming for the position if one of the current guards were to fall.

Relationships:
Jaystep: She perhaps respects this guard the most, working with/under him to learn the ways of how the Guards operate in the clan. She also respects his ferocity.

Briarstar/Timberstar: Reverence. She would follow their orders to the death.

Sunbird: No strong opinions, she respects the rank, but doesn't get why a cat would want to pick healing over using their claws.

Frostheart: Willowshade was an advocate of killing Frostheart with her family. She doesn't trust any turnclaw kin.

 Pouncival
  "It wasn't me, I swear."
Age:
15 Moons
Gender:
Tom
Affiliation:
Rogues
Rank:
Warrior

Appearance:
A Bi-colored white and gray tom with bright amber eyes. With his heritage strongly hinting at Turkish Angora genes, Pounce is a lean but muscular tom, with a soft coat and long limbs. New to the rogues, his coat is still relatively unmarred, besides one of his ears, which is cut cleanly across one tip. Previously a barn cat, he has experience with two-legs, and has been to what the cats would call the cutter. While this seems to possibly explain his rather good natured temperament around other cats, it can cause others to find him a bit too close to a kitty-pet for their liking.

Personality:
Pounce is a relaxed tom, much more so compared to the Clans cats, or the Rogue cats he has taken to considering his family. He is chatty, and unashamed of his history, thinking his relationship with being around two-legs is a strength in knowledge that many cats lack.
Despite his easy go lucky behavior however, he is fiercely loyal to his friends and clan, and when provoked its clear why the rogues allowed him to join them. He is just as much a fighter when pushed as any other cat, and while he may groan about it, he puts his heart into any work he does, always doing his share and never leaving his work on any other cat.

History:
Born a short distance away, Pounce was originally a barn cat, living with a paw in both the wild, and the two-leg world. When he was old enough, the two-legs got him altered, and marked his ear, something several of the other cats in the barn had, so it had never bothered Pounce much. He was content in his home, but he always felt the stirrings that something else, something more exciting was out there. So, one day he decided to see how far he could go, to see what was beyond. He never ended up going back.
He only recently joined the Rogue clan, finding their laws odd but respecting their ways. His motives are unclear, if hes there for good or just passing through, but he does seem to genuinely want to help, and an extra pair of paws is always useful.

Relationships:
Pending

Commissioned from and drawn by artdream153: https://i.imgur.com/KaJV5Dql.jpg

{Name}
Sunkit, Sunpaw [Sunbird]
{Age}
20 Moons
{Clan and Rank}
Pineclan Shaman
{Gender}
She-cat
{Token}
Barn Owl feather, she has this tucked into her thick fur behind her ear. She also often keeps a herb leaf tucked behind her ear Elder, Lungwort, or Raspberry
{Physical Description}
She is a thick furred she-cat with darker tabby markings. She has a very long tail, it puffs out when she is angry. Under her thick coat the she-cat is very lith, she has long legs and is a great runner. She also has a very keen nose and great sense of hearing, her ears are quite large. Sunbird also has golden/amber eyes.
{Personality}
She was a bright she-kit, growing up alongside her littermates. Now, she has a closed off pearenalety, that can often be seen as harsh or stern. Although she might be seen as a pushover at times, especially since she is still pretty young, she is actually very skilled and wise. She doesn't like to be ordered around and is about the only one to back mouth to Timberstar. She does have respect for the chief and chieftess, but also knows that they are only cats and will say something, if their decision is not right. Although she can be very outspoken at times, most of the times Sunbird will hang back, until her voice of wisdom is needed.
{History}
Her early life was pretty uneventful, she was born in a litter of three and her mother took good care of them. Her father was never fond of kits, so he never spent a long time around them and if, then he was mostly with Tatteredkit. It was in the nursery, that she became best friends with Brierkit, and good friends with Frostkit and Umbrakit, along with their siblings. She always wanted to become a warrior, to fight the rogues, and she got her wish and was apprenticed to a warrior. She was not as adept at it as she had hoped though and would always get scolded by her mentor. Her life changed though, when Frostheart's parents (back then Frostpaw, the shaman's apprentice), where revealed to be turnclaws. When the she-cat was declared to be a warrior's apprentice, the shaman looked for a new one to replace her. The shaman decided that Sunpaw showed promise and named the young golden she-cat, his new apprentice. Ever since then, Frostheart and her have had a strained relationship, they are not friends anymore. After this, she started to learn to be a shaman, it seemed that she was born to be a shamen. The young she-cat was a natural and although she started her training late, Sunpaw learned very quickly. The she-cat was always frightened of her mentor's short fuse, still she had great respect for him and diligently learned. She only recently became the clan's shamen, after Shortbranch died.
{Kin/Mentor}
Mother: Fernwater - Alive - NPC - She was always very close with her mother
Father: Tornflurry - Dead - She had respect for her father, but never felt any love from the tom
Brother: Tatteredwhisker - Alive - NPC - Her brother was always gruff and a bully, so she was never really close
Brother: Flintheart - Alive - NPC - She always got along well with her brother and they're still friends
Mentor: Shortbranch - Dead - He was always very strict, she respected him and was always scared of his wrath
{Relationships}
Timberstar: She has respect for the leader, though she thinks he should use his brain more than his brawn sometimes
Brierstar: She and the Chieftess are best friends, they have been since they where kits
Brokensnow: She's tired of treating the warrior's many injuries
Jaystep: Normal
Adderbite: Normal
Umbraclaw: They have been friends since kithood
Willowshade: Normal
Smokemask: Normal
Duskfang: Normal
Frostheart: Their relationship is strained and, even if the warrior is injured, she'll rarely come to Sunbird for treatment
Cinderpaw: She's concerned about the young cat and hopes she can help
Frecklepaw: Normal
Rainypaw: She does not approve of the young she-cats eagerness to fight and getting hurt
Falconkit: Normal
Lavenderkit: She keeps and eye on the she-kit, might be promising
Creekwhisker: Although she doesn't like to have close relationships she can't help, but like the old tom

{Rogue Clan}
Shadowfang: She knew the tom, like any other turnclaw
Juno: Only heard of her, does not really want to meet her
Rick: Nothing
Eros: Nothing
Wolf: Sympathises with her a bit, but still a turnclaw
Nimbus: Thinks dead, mornes the back then young cat's death
{Other}
She is loyal to Pineclan, though this might change over time
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Commissioned from and drawn by artdream153: https://i.imgur.com/XhhZc6Al.jpg

{Name}
[Falconkit] Falconpaw, Falcon....
{Age}
4 Moons
{Clan and Rank}
Pineclan Kit/Charge
{Gender}
Tom
{Token}
His temporary token is a badger's claw, that he has hanging on a band, wrapped around his right leg.
{Physical Description}
Although he is still small, his paws are big, so he will probably be very big when he grows up. He has thick, fluffy fur. Falconkit is a rare calico tom. He also has deep blue eyes.
{Personality}
He is a brave kit, that respects the orders and the commands of his elders. He someday what's to become Chieftain, but might also be alright becoming a guard. He can't wait to start training as an apprentice, he wants to fight for the clan. Falconkit looks forward to the first time he can actually fight and draw blood, he always wonders who his first kill will be.
{History}
Spottedcreek was very weak, when she gave birth. Although the shaman did everything they could, they were not able to save her. Shortly after she gave birth to two kits, her life faded and she died. Seeing that both kits where very weak, the shaman's rushed to give them their spirit tokens. After taking only a few breaths, the tabby kit, Shadowkit, died. Falconkit was able to push through and soon became a strong kit, he was taken in by Skinktail and raised by her. The young kit always knew that Skinktail and Shadowheart where not his real parents, he does not care though. Even though they are not related by blood, he always tries to play with Lavenderkit.
{Kin}
Mother: Spottedcreek - Dead - His mother died just after his birth, so he does not rely remember her
Father: Adderfang - Dead - His father died one moon before he was born, his father was a respected warrior though and he wants to be just like him
Littermates: Shadowkit - Stillborn - He does not remember his littermate
Adoptive Mother: Skinktail - Alive - NPC - He never really had a close relation with her, but knows that he could go to her in need
Adoptive Father: Snowheart - Alive - NPC - He looks up to him, that's it
Adoptive Sister: Lavenderkit - Alive - PC the-grey-ace - He likes having a sister, even if she is a bit annoying sometimes
{Relationships}
Timberstar: He has great respect for the large tom and wants too one day be like him
Brierstar: He sees the chieftain like a second mother, she's also really nice
Brokensnow: He has great respect for the guard and always marveled at her many scars, he also likes listening to her stories
Jaystep: He has respect for the guard and makes sure not to cross the tom
Adderbite: He looks up to the guard and want to become like him
Umbraclaw: He respects her, but thinks she's a bit cold
Sunbird: He's a bit scared of the shaman, because she once threatened to give him death berries, if he keeps bothering her
Smokemask: No real contact, but he thinks the warrior is cold
Duskfang: No real contact, Skinktail tries to keep the kits away from the warrior
Willowshade: Not much contact with the warrior, yet
Frostheart: He finds the warrior weird and gives her a wide berth
Cinderpaw: Not much contact, yet
Frecklepaw: Not much contact, yet
Rainypaw: Not much contact, yet
Creekwhisker: He sometimes finds the old tom's stories boring, but will still listen diligently to his orders

{Rogue Clan}
Shadowfang: Nothing
Juno: Heard stories and wants to fight her
Rick: Nothing
Eros: Nothing
Wolf: Nothing
Nimbus: Nothing
{Other}
He is completely and utterly loyal to Pineclan
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Free picture from here: https://www.pexels.com/photo/calico-cat-on-focus-photo-1404819/

{Name}
Spottedkit [Arie]
{Age}
8 Moons
{Clan and Rank}
Rouge Trainee
{Gender}
Tom
{Token}
His temporary token was, and still is, a crow feather he had woven into his tail. He did not leave it behind, because the feather came from a crow his father caught. It is the last thing he has left, that reminds him of his passed. The young tom now keeps it in his nest
{Physical Description}
He is a small white and calico/tabby tom with large ears. Arie has amber/silver eyes. The young tom has short fur and small paws, showing that he will always be small. The older he gets, the bigger his tabby/calico markings will get. He has one large scar on his left shoulder, from where he was branded a turnclaw kin. He also has a nick in his left ear and a scar wrapped around his tail
{Personality}
The young tom has been through a lot in his young life, so he is a bit closed off towards other cats. Arie is very curious and is not afraid to jump into danger. He is an adept hunter and loves hunting fish, he does not get much of a chance though
{History}
Arie was born in a litter of three, to Pinelcan warriors Thestralflight and Tigerblood. He and his littermates, Squirrelkit and Shadowkit had a normal first few moons. They loved playing and their parents were both very loving and carring, something very unlike other parents in Pineclan. When they turned 4 Moons old, becoming charges, Spottedkit was chosen by one of the guards. This guard seemed to see very much potential in the young tom, any chance she got, the guard took Spottedkit out to train. Unbenounced to the three kits, their parents developed turnclaw thinking. Both had grown up in Pineclan and knew the life that lay before their kits, they did not want that kind of life for their kits. Tigerblood and Thetralflight wanted to get into contact and then join the rogues, before they could though, they were found out. One day then, when the mates took all three of their kits, along with the guard and two other warriors- who had shown interest in Shadowkit and Squirrlekit respectively, out to show them good hunting spots. Before they reached the spot though, the guard and warriors cornered Tigerblood, Thetralflight, and their kits. Before the queen and warrior could react they were attacked and quickly killed, right in front of their kits eyes. Shadowkit and Squirrlekit ran to their parents and cried, wanting them to get back up. Seeing the two kits 'weakness', the warriors killed them as well. Spottedkit had not gone over, because he had been paralyzed by shock. The guard saw the fact that he did not cry or show any sort of concern for his parents death, as loyalty. Pouncing on the kit, the guard told him, "Maybe, if you continue to show such loyalty, I might just take you on as my apprentice after all, but one whisker out of place and you're dead, like them." The guard then released him, with only a shoulder wound to show for it. Returning back to camp, he was treated like a turnclaw. No one took care of him, even though he was still a kit. Only after a few days, the kit could not take in anymore, so one night, Spottedkit decided that he would rather just run away, then live in Pineclan. He was just barely able to make it out of camp and just ran. The young tom then reached the river, but since it was so dark he saw it too late, he fell in. Luckily a rogue patrol found him and saved the kit. He then told them some of his story, not all of it, he just could not. Feeling pity for the kit, they offered him to stay and he accepted. Ever since then, he has been living in the rogue clan.
{Kin}
Mother: Thestralflight - Dead - Pineclan
Father: Tigerblood - Dead - Pineclan
Sister: Shadowkit - Dead - Pineclan
Brother: Squirrelkit - Dead - Pineclan
Mentor:

{Pineclan}
Timberstar: He vaguely remembers his cruel personality and that he was very big
Brierstar: He remembers, that she was a bit nicer than most others
Sunbird: Nothing
Brokensnow: Nothing
Jaystep: Nothing
Adderbite: Nothing
Umbraclaw: Nothing
Willowshade: Nothing
Smokemask: Nothing
Duskfang: Nothing
Frostheart: Nothing
Cinderpaw: Nothing
Frecklepaw: Nothing
Falconkit: Never met
Lavenderkit: Never met
Creekwhisker: He remembers liking to play with the old tom, he used to be nice

{Rogue Clan}
Shadowfang: Respects him
Juno: Thinks she's a bit rough, but respects her
Rick: Looks up to him
Eros: Looks up to him
Wolf:
Nimbus:
{Other}

All images are linked to their sources.



"If you ever speak to me that way again I'll have your tongue. The next time you see me you best pray yourself invisible."

Name
Adderbite.

Age
40 moons (3 years, 4 months) old.

Gender
Male.

Clan & Rank
PineClan Guard.

Totem
The skull of an adder, the scales cleaned off to reveal bone. The lower jaw is missing leaving the top fangs permenately bared. Worn around his throat like a necklace using animal sinew or else hidden elsewhere, the whereabouts only known to the higher ups.

Physical Description
Adderbite is a lithe and slender tom with an unusual appearance compared to the average PineClan cat. His fur is short, sleek and a solid chocolate brown in color, unmarred by any other color or marking while his almond-shaped eyes are a piercing jade green. His ears are large, wide-set and forward tilting, riddled with large tears.

He's all elegance and refinement with a smooth, graceful gait. Forever poised and expressionless. Adderbite's face is long and angular, further adding to his distinguished appearance. His svelte build should not be taken for granted, however. His thin body still holds a surprising amount of toned muscle and dense bone.

Adderbite is not a fragile cat in the least and he'll gladly show you how he earned his position if you push him to violence. His muzzle bears the marks of many claws and both ears are shredded.



Personaility
His mind is an analytical one, most often relying on logic, but not incapable of feeling. A true stoic through and through, it's fairly difficult to decipher the tom's moods as his face is most often impassive and his body language purposefully deceptive. Adderbite has never been especially chatty, but when he does speak it tends to draw attention. Otherwise, he is content to go almost unnoticed, naturally stealthy and quiet.

His tongue is as sharp as his mind and his claws are even sharper. Frigid in demeanor, he doesn't exactly foster feelings of warmth from the lower ranks, but Adderbite is undoubtedly one of the easier guards to be around. While no less strict and capable of truly frightening violence when moved to do so, he doesn't often push cats beyond their limits and appears uninterested in tormenting Turnclaw's Kin, leaving such pastimes to his Clanmates.

In fact, Adderbite conceals a rather surprising secret. While his loyalty is unquestionable and he would never abandon PineClan or so much as consider siding with rogues, he dislikes the Turnclaw Code, believing it to be counterproductive when the Clan's numbers are constantly dropping due to the high mortality rate. A cat shouldn't be blamed for the sins of their kin, and Adderbite would rather see warriors reformed than killed or resigned to a life of abuse. This is as much a logical conclusion as it is one tied to emotion and residual trauma.

History
Born to rather prestigious parents, his father a guard and his mother an influential and respected warrior. Though his mother wasn't especially tender, dumping him on another queen to nurse, and his father lacked the patience to deal with kittens, Adderkit proved an exceptionally talented and intelligent young tom who was eager to learn anything and everything. Shortly after receiving his apprentice name his entire demeanor changed. While always mature for his age and rather dignified, the enthusiasm he once emitted dimmed into something more reserved and distant.

The reason for such is known only to him. One night he noticed his father sneaking outside the camp. Upon following Barkfoot he was shocked to find him meeting with the dreaded Juno and the terrible truth dawned on him. His father was a Turnclaw and if this fact was discovered, his mother would be killed and he would suffer for the rest of his life if he lived at all. Thus, Adderpaw did the only thing he could think to do. Once Juno and her rogues retreated back to their own territory he confronted Barkfoot in a panic, pleading he never meet the rogues again.

Barkfoot refused, and the following argument turned violent. Barkfoot's throat was slit and in a sickening twist of fate, Adderpaw's own father became his first kill. Attempting to cover up his crime, he pushed Barkfoot into the river where he hoped the current would drag him away. A patrol found the body the next morning, but every cat assumed he was murdered by rogues with no distinguishing scents left to track. It's a terrible secret that still haunts him to this day. He tried to bury the event and move on with his life, progressing through the ranks until he eventually held the same rank as his father.

Relationships
[Snakefang] - [Mother] - [Deceased].
[Barkfoot] - [Father] - [Deceased].

Others tbd. Feel free to pm me if you want to discuss our characters being friends, rivals, kin, etc.

Theme Song
And The Snakes Start To Sing - Bring Me The Horizon.

Other
Quote shamelessly stolen from the Watership Down mini-series. I have no regrets.

He's based on an Oriental Shorthair, with perhaps a touch of Havana Brown.

◂━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━▸



"If you value your life I suggest you take a step back. I won't hesitate to slit your worthless throat. "

Name
Duskfang.

Age
24 moons (2 years) old.

Gender
Male.

Clan & Rank
PineClan Warrior.

Totem
Three red-tailed hawk feathers woven into the thick ruff of fur surrounding his throat as well as a hawk talon pierced through each ear.

Physical Description
A rather large tom, his build sturdy and imposing thanks to his Ragdoll heritage. Duskfang's body language makes it clear he is a volatile and violent individual, prepared to lash out at any cat who ventures too close uninvited, his pale blue-gray eyes carrying an intense light and a hint of inconsolable rage. His pelt is thick and white but possesses an almost grayish hue that leaves him appearing permanently unwashed.

His disheveled looks don't help matters any, the tom seemingly forever scruffy and unkempt. A fluffy ruff is created by longer fur surrounding his neck and under different circumstances, this cat would be absolutely adorable. A giant fluffball. Things being what they are, however, he's more along the lines of a gigantic puff of fury. Patches of seal black fur cover his long-furred tail, shoulders, and ears while creating a mask over his eyes. His nose is a pale shade of pink, lightly freckled. Various scars and tears mark his face and ears.

Personaility
Duskfang is not well liked among his people, at least not anymore. Since taking the role of a warrior all of his negative traits have intensified to the point of being almost fanatical, desperate to win the war against the rogues and make the leaders he adores proud. Irrational and narrow-minded, Duskfang is not unintelligent so much as impulsive and hot-headed, preferring to solve his problems with brute strength over reasoning. He is quick to resort to violence and his punishments are often painful as he is quick to lash out at others.

Duskfang is not entirely heartless, however, troubled by Ashblaze's murder and beginning to wonder if the Cheiftans methods are actually nessacary or effective. Would so many cats even be listening and spreading rogue rhetoric if they were happy? Such thoughts are blasphemous and while he attempts to ignore them, they linger. Despite his tendencies to send his paws flying at others with claws unsheathed, he isn't unaffected by the mark he leaves on those around him and the idea of killing his own Clanmates, traitor or not, leaves his skin crawling.

History
The only surviving kit of his parent's first and last litter. While born beside a brother and a sister, both perished before the litter reached five months of age, his brother growing sick and withering away within a matter of weeks while his sister was picked off by a hawk when they began exploring the territory without their mother's guidance or protection. The latter death often serves as a recurring nightmare and likely is also the reason Duskfang risked his life bringing down the bird whose claws and feathers would become his totem,

Other than these personal, yet not uncommon, tragedies his life was rather normal. He was raised up like any other PineClan kit and looked to be a typical follower, a brainless brute eager to throw his weight around and shed blood. His father was killed recently in a skirmish with the rogues that went wrong, and the death has left him eager for vengeance. Yet Ashblaze's murder, as well, weighs on his mind for reasons he can't quite explain. Needless to say, he's currently a ball of frustration and confusion.

Relationships
[Dawnpelt] - [ Mother] - [Living NPC].
[Nightmask] - [ Father ] - [Deceased].
[Flintkit] - [ Litter Brother] - [Deceased].
[Rabbitkit] - [Litter Sister] - [Deceased].

Others tbd. Feel free to pm me if you want to discuss our characters being friends, rivals, kin, etc.

Theme Song
For The Glory - All Good Things.

◂━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━▸



"You've gotta fight, you've gotta start a riot. "

Name
Nimbus.

Age
27 moons (2 years. 3 months) old.

Gender
Female.

Clan & Rank
Rogue Clan Warrior.

Totem
Formerly, a bluejay feather she kept tucked behind one ear. It was discarded after she abandoned PineClan.

Physical Description
Born nearly solid white, Nimbus would be unrecognizable to her former Clanmates now, and indeed no PineClan cat has ever called out her old name when confronting a patrol. Now only the she-cat's front toes, back paws, underbelly, chin, the fur around her eyes, chest and around the shoulders remain white. The rest of her short, sleek coat is a pale silver-gray with dark, swirling stripes that become thinner around the legs, tail, and face. The answer for such an extreme change in pelt could be explained by the fact Nimbus is what's called a lynx point, expressing more tabby coloration than a purebred Birman or Persian might.

Though both breeds are buried deep in her lineage she more closely resembles a typical feral cat in structure. Her almond-shaped eyes are a vibrant blue-green, her dark pink nose standing out against her gray and white face. Scars litter her pelt, both ears knicked with tiny scars, though the left is notably more tattered. She is average-size for a female with a slender frame, leanly muscled and wiry. Long legs allow her to easily scale trees and she seems to delight in this skill when it comes to ambushing prey or potential opponents.

Personaility
Despite her youth, Nimbus is highly trusted and a respected member of the community, joining the rogues only two moons after beginning her apprenticeship in PineClan. As such most of her life has been spent with her adopted Clan over her birth Clan, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Nimbus is both confident and self-assured, commonly composed and sensible. While her temperament can be a bit chilly at times, especially around cats she isn't fond of, this is a warrior who generally means well and wants to do right by her Clan.

Stubborn and strong-willed, once she has her mind set on something there isn't much that can be done to change it. Her attitude softens considerably around kits and Nimbus often spends her free time entertaining the Clan's youngsters even if she doesn't have much interest in becoming a mother herself. The life of a warrior is far more exciting, though she still respects the Clan's queens. One of her strongest flaws is not knowing when to quit. She's quite the fierce combatant and the amount of strength contained within her slender frame often catches her opponents off guard.

History
Born in PineClan beside a single brother, she and Smokekit had a fairly ordinary upbringing. Snowkit was ambitious from the start, with dreams of grandeur concerning becoming a guard like many kits. Things changed for her when she witnessed her first execution. Neither Craneflight nor Wolfcry shielded their kits from the violence and the memory stuck with Snowpaw. It was then she began to notice things and the deplorable truth became known. PineClan's legacy was built on death and bloodshed.

Shortly after beginning her apprenticeship she encountered Juno and her band of rogues while on patrol. Snowpaw was encouraged to battle bravely despite her inexperience, and it's likely if their attackers really wanted to kill them she would not still be alive. This restraint was noticed. The second time she encountered rogues she was alone on a hunting mission and all that was done was talking. Several more meetings like this occurred, with Snowpaw feeding the rogues information despite knowing the risks. In the moment it seemed right.

Reluctance to abandon her family kept her from serving as anything more than a spy, but before long the decision was made for her. She was hunting alone by the river when a Clanmate confronted her and accused her of being a Turnclaw. She denied it, but he didn't believe her. Reaching out to strike her she pulled away and fell backward into the river, leaving a pawful of pale fur between his claws. This Clanmate went on to put the blame on the rogues, fearful he would be punished for killing an apprentice despite his suspicions.

Snowpaw would have drowned if a group of rogues hadn't been lurking nearby and heard her cries for help, fishing her out of the river and dragging her to safety. Accepting it was no longer safe to return home, she pleaded with the warriors to bring her back to camp with them and the rest is history. She discarded her totem and PineClan name, adopting a moniker more like those of her new family.

Relationships
[Craneflight] - [Mother] - [Deceased].
[Wolfcry] - [Father] - [Deceased].
[Smokemask] - [Litter Brother] - [PineClan Warrior}.

Theme Song
Catch Fire - Jenix.

Image source: Character art is owned by me, design was created by the lovely belka-1100 on deviantArt.
Name: (Wolfstorm) Wolf
Age: 36 moons
Clan and Rank: Rogue clan Warrior (Former: Pineclan)
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Wolfstorm is a large, intimidating warrior. Her pelt is littered with scars from a harsh life.
Personality: Blunt and honest, but motherly and protective. Wolfstorm is the type of cat who takes no nonsense, and will protect younger cats with everything she has. Her token necklace rests directly over her heart.

Token: Despite having left the clan, she keeps her totem for sentimental value, finding comfort in it despite her newfound fierce belief in Starclan. The token is the canine tooth of a wolf. Unlike some of the other cats, she followed behind the wolf pack for days, knowing that the animal she wanted as a guide was none other than the majestic and regal wolf. It was honestly to her luck that when the pack moved on, they left a single sickly wolf pup behind. She took to the pup, keeping herself curled around it to keep it warm and comfortable as it died, unable to bring herself to kill it, knowing it was so close to death anyways. Once the little pup had passed, she pried out the newly grown in adult canine teeth to carry back to the clan with her. She wrapped it in sinew and made it into a necklace, which she wears to this day.

History: A former loyal warrior of Pineclan, Wolfstorm turned her back on the clan when she lost her beloved kit, Hawkpaw, as an apprentice when they were encouraged to take on a loner that was far too strong for them. Her clan hailed his death as heroic and brave, but all Wolfstorm could see was the horrors of these children getting sent to their deaths to 'weed out the weak.' She left a few weeks later, after Brokensnow accused her of being a turnclaw. Rather than rejecting the idea in order to remain with the clan, she agreed. The two warriors fought, Brokensnow with intent to kill, but Wolfstorm managed to give her a bad enough wound to escape, heading straight to the Rogues, bloody and broken. From the fight, she is missing part of her left ear. She was found by a group of the rogue cats and brought back to their home to be nursed back to health.

Since her escape, she has settled in well with the Rogues. She abandoned her warrior name, feeling as though it tied her too close to the clan she now hated. Instead, she has kept only the prefix of her name, Wolf. She assists her new clan to the best of her abilities, including providing knowledge gained from being a warrior of the clan for many moons.

Relationships + Perceptions of Clanmates:

:: Special ::

Hawkpaw (Deceased): Her son, the only kit in her first litter. She loved him dearly. The two of them were extremely close, and Wolf was devastated when he died. She refused to come out of her den for days until she was drug out by other warriors and practically forced back out onto patrol.

Ashblaze (Deceased): A former clanmate and respected ally. Her loss will be mourned.


:: Rogue Clan ::

Shadowfang: A former clanmate in Pineclan, and a clanmate now. She's always held respect for the tom.

Juno: Another clanmate that she respects greatly. She admires the charisma and intelligence of the she-cat.

Rick: The lead of the patrol that found her and brought her back, she is still thankful to him to this day and admires how he always manages to remain cheerful even in dire situations.

Eros: She respects Eros even if she doesn't know very much about him aside from that he's strict but fair. In her eyes, this strictness is far more preferable to Pineclan's tyrrany.

Pouncival: She's uncertain of the tom, worried about whether he's truly willing to fight for their cause, but regardless she appreciates and respects him as a clanmate and fellow Warrior.

Arie: Currently Wolf doesn't know the young tom well, however in time it's likely that she will adopt a motherly or at least protective attitude towards him.

Nimbus: Wolf was shocked to discover that this cat was actually formerly Snowkit, a and was overjoyed to find that she was still alive. When they were younger, Wolf had been excited about a new friend in the apprentice den, though she hadn't known her too well. She hopes to forge a better relationship now.

:: Pineclan ::

Brokensnow: A former friend, turned vicious enemy. She would still like to sink her claws into the she-cat and finish what she started to make up for the betrayal that she felt when Brokensnow turned on her without a second of remorse.

Other: (I'll probs fix this and add more later when I have more motivation, I just needed to get something up.)

[Image Pending]

|:| Name |:|
Burntcrow (Firekit > Burntkit > Burntpaw > Burntcrow)

|:| Age |:|
30 Moons

|:|Clan and Rank |:|
PineClan Warrior

|:| Totem |:|
A crow skull necklace, surrounded by the flight feathers of a crow.

|:| Gender |:|
Tom

|:| Physical Description |:|
Burntcrow is a dark ginger, short furred classic tabby tom with piercing yellow eyes, and a somatic mutation that leaves a black patch over his left eye and extends down to his upper lip. He possesses minimal white, with only a small dash on his chin, a patch on his chest, and white toes. He is of average height, but rather muscular for his size.

|:| Personality |:|
Burntcrow is loyal to a fault, and unquestioning to his superiors in PineClan. He is an ignorant follower, through and through, but it isn't for lack of wit. Following in suit of his namesake and spirit guide, the crow, he is quick-witted, mischievous, and intelligent. Propaganda can turn even the most smart cat into a mindless slave, which is an unfortunate truth for Burntcrow. This being true, being exposed to outside ideas is not likely to change his mind. Obedience, ruthlessness, and loyalty have been hammered into his head since birth, and he is going to cast aside those ideas merely because some raving mouse-brain claims to know of a better way of life.

While kind, loyal, and almost affectionate to his Clan, Burntcrow shows no such kindness to the Rogues. He takes great pleasure in describing how he'd gut them if he could, and often taunts them before he tears into them. To him, the Rogue Clan are hardly even cats - Only his Clanmates are correct, and above all, only the Chief and the Chieftess know what is good for the cats of the pines.

|:| History |:|
When his mother, Gingerstrike, went into labor, his father, Crowfall, was on a routine patrol of the border alongside one of the Guards and a few other warriors. This caused great stress to Gingerstrike despite the Shaman reassuring her that he would return to look upon his offspring. After further reassurances from the other queens, and the calm, soothing disposition of the Shaman, Gingerstrike delivered three healthy kits - two toms and a molly. Forgetting about the worry she had for her mate, Gingerstrike named her new litter with love in her heart. The two toms she dubbed Firekit and Redkit, due to their deep orange pelts, and the molly she named Shadekit, for her tortoiseshell coat. Her glee was short-lived, however, when the smell of smoke and burnt flesh hit camp.

Crowfall's routine patrol had turned sour when the Rogue Clan had attacked, using fire to their advantage. A Guard and one of Crowfall's close friends carried him, yowling, into camp. He had several smoldering wounds, and although the Shaman desperately tried to save him, he passed on due to his wounds, leaving Gingerstrike a widow with three newborn kits. Stricken with grief, and unable to have a kit named after the very thing that killed her mate, Gingerstrike renamed Firekit to Burntkit, violently swearing that he would one day avenge his father by turning fire against the Rogues.

As Burntkit, Redkit, and Shadekit matured, they watched as their mother spiraled down into a hole of increasing agitation and hatred towards the Rogues, leaving on patrol earlier than even the most eager PineClan queens. Despite this, the kits loved their mother - Especially Burntkit, who was turning out to be the most bold and brave of the young ones. He would often ask the warriors if he could bring her fresh kill after she'd exhausted herself on her days of endless patrolling, which she seemed to at least appreciate through her depressed haze. His childhood continued on like this until the litter officially became 'paws right before Leafbare. Unfortunately, this Leafbare would not be kind to his family.

Burntpaw, Redpaw, and Shadepaw were on patrol with their mentors after a particularly vigorous training session. The weather had just turned harsh, with cold sleet pelting their backs as it pushed through the treetops. Their mentors were just about to suggest they head home when a yowl broke from the bushes, and suddenly, they were surrounded by a raid of Rogues. Burntpaw was horror-stricken as one leapt for his brother's throat, biting down without hesitation. As the mentors and his sister were engaged with other cats, Burntpaw yowled in terror as he threw himself upon the back of his brother's attacker. Showing no mercy, with sleet blinding him, Burntpaw bit as hard as he could into the side of Redpaw's attacker's neck. They let out a yowl and desperately tried to shake him off, but the young apprentice was surprisingly strong for his age, and now bolstered by the assistance of his mentor who had rushed to his side upon hearing his yowl, Burntpaw killed his very first Rogue.

However, the battle was not without cost.

Although PineClan was ultimately victorious, driving back the intruders, Redpaw was unmoving when Burntpaw tried to get him to move. Filled with anguish, Burntpaw carried Redpaw home with Shadepaw, who was too stunned to speak. When they returned home, Gingerstrike was inconsolable, shrieking at the sky curses at the Rogues who had now taken her mate and son from her. Burntpaw reassured her that he had avenged Redpaw's death, and became very attached to Shadepaw afterwards, shadowing her to ensure that she did not fall to the same fate as their brother.

He couldn't save her from the blackcough that claimed her unexpectedly one night, though. Nor could he save his mother from her grief, for at the beginning of spring, she was found in a pool of her own blood at the border, the fur of Rogues caught between her claws, her face twisted into a permanent snarl of hatred. In one season, Burntpaw was alone.

Burntpaw continued with the rest of his studies in a determined, hateful way, often forgetting that his mentor was not a Rogue cat and attacking with claws unsheathed. This anger turned him into a formidable fighter, which was praised rather than discouraged by his battle scarred mentor. Despite his rough beginnings as an apprentice, he went through the rest of the expected stages as was tradition. He made his second kill - his first non-defensive kill - at eleven moons old, when he cornered and killed a smaller Rogue cat, and then permanently blinded one at thirteen. Despite his prowess as a fighter, hunting was harder for him to learn, and he didn't master it until he was sixteen moons old.

Upon being ready to be made a warrior, Burntpaw humbly requested to be named after the father who had died protecting the Clan when he was only just born - A request which was accepted. Named Burntcrow, the new warrior set off to find his spirit token, and a crow was what he chose, similarly to honor his father. He now wears a necklace of the skull and flight feathers of a crow whenever he is not in battle or hunting, and keeps it tenderly placed in his nest when he goes off to fight for the good of his Clan, and the revenge of his family.

|:| Relationships |:|
To be added.