❝Truth is rarely pure and never simple.❞


Name:
Fallowkit | Fallowpaw | Fallowstep
|Fallow for her pelt as well as her kindness - Step for her agility & strange walk|

Age:
19 Moons (1.5yrs)

Rank:
Warrior (?)

Gender:
Female

Description:
Fallowstep is an elegant-bodied mollie who looks to be more kit fluff than actual muscle. Beneath those downy soft layers are strong, worked muscle built from intense - almost self-destructive - hard work. She has long legs, which give her a deer-like appearance, as well as give her the speed she is known for. Her tail is long and is often kept curled near her leg to prevent any mishaps. Her pelt is a sleek, glossy rich auburn color with a ginger sheen. Her torso is a soft pigmented creamy white that reaches towards her mouth. Her nose is a dark peach and her eyes are a mystifying lime and celadon mix, with darker hues. The ridge of her spine is stripped with a dark russet that leads to her tail and her flanks are dotted with cream flecks that fade as they reach her lighter-colored belly.

Personality:
Flamboyant | Honest | Patriotic | Faithful | Naive | Amiable | Unforthcoming
Fallowstep is known to nearly everyone, all because of her flamboyancy and overall friendly and welcoming aura. She is, what many would call, sunshine. She’s almost always smiling and purring out jokes like charity. Fallowstep loves community and has complete faith in the cats of PineClan, often finding disloyalty within her peers hard to imagine, and is even less willing to believe in any less-than pure motives of her Chief and Chieftess, and because of this, it would be hard to make her budge from these judgements. She has the utmost faith in those she serves under, and expects her Clanmates to feel the same. She is honest to her core. If you ask her something, be prepared to hear what you might not want to hear. She means well, of course, even if the words chosen aren’t exactly friendly… or charming. Despite her honesty, she does hold a sort of lock to her muzzle. She knows how to take things to the grave, and her chatty persona doesn’t mean she’s one to gossip. Fallowstep is also very very naive, as she was fostered by any Queens willing to care for her, and those Queens shoved the code of Serve, Obey, Trust into her brain and never let it out. It ties in perfectly with her faithfulness and patriotic fervor - it makes her the perfect little sheep to follow the herd, which could also cost her her life.

History: [be sure to elaborate here about their ideals. Are they with or against PineClan's ideas?]
Fallowstep was born to a grieving widow, her father having perished during a border skirmish two week prior. Fallowstep grew up being almost completely neglected by her mother. Barely suckling and when she did it was after the Queens either let her in with their litters or they reminded her mother. Since she was forgotten much as a kit, she would often end up escaping camp and playing make-believe between the trees and roots. This is also where she learned to track prey, as well as blend into her surroundings. As she grew, she would throw herself out there, trying to make connections with anyone willing to listen, learning quickly that you had to pose about with a different, more acceptable persona. Here, she vowed to help fight this never ending war with the rogues, and even to become a martyr if it came down to it.

Relationships:
Romantic {Crushes}: (Open)
Friendship: Twignose. Swallowpelt, Dawnpaw, Sagestep, (OPEN)
Family:
Mother - Birchleg {Deceased}
Father - Bluetail {Deceased}
Acquaintances: (OPEN)
Enemies/Disliked: Rogues, (OPEN)

Other:
- She has a very, very distinct walk. She seems to bound and lope quite like a deer, and when she isn't running, she moves in a hopping kind of manner. Some believe she was raised by hares rather than the Queens.
- She loves the stars and often uses them as a guide through her mischievous journeys that take place, of course, at night.

Fallowstep | Warrior | 19 Moons | She-Cat | Location | Open

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Name:
Ravenkit

Age:
5 moons

Rank:
Kit, soon to be apprentice

Gender:
She-cat

Orientation:
Asexual, aromantic


Description:
(Detailed and as an older cat)
Ravenheart is a very tall, jet-black she-cat with sharp emerald green eyes. She has a short, glossy pelt and is very muscular in general. She has an extremely long tail, kind of big, slashed ears and a lithe body. She has a scar going from her cheek down to her right shoulder, and a scar just over her eye.
(Short)
Tall, muscular, black she-cat with sharp, emerald green eyes.

Personality:
(As a kit/apprentice)
Ravenkit is a quiet and observant kit. She’s clever and quick on her paws. She’s a bit snappy though, and doesn’t take well to it when others talk down on her. She’s not very friendly and rarely approaches other unless she absolutely has to. She’s kind of a loner, or well, hasn’t really found a ‘stable’ friend, someone who wants to be by her side. But as she gets further into her training, she’ll turn into a massive troublemaker, stirring up trouble wherever she goes and pranking the other warriors. But as she gets older, she’ll leave all the troublemaking behind. As a young apprentice, she’s dislikes being dragged into the problems of the clan, but of course, that will change too.

(As a warrior)
Ravenheart is a relatively quiet she-cat. She’s extremely clever, a good strategist and loyal to a fault. She can be very aggressive at times and always stands up for herself. Surprisingly, due to her quiet yet aggressive personality, she always stands up for those who can’t stand up for themselves. Ravenheart is brave and always has a snappy comeback. She’s very observant and isn’t much for approaching others, and in truth won’t talk to anyone unless she’s approached or has to. She speaks in short sentences, and her voice is rather deep and kind of dignified, and when she raises her voice, it’s strong and powerful. She’s a motivational speaker, but she’s rarely charming. She’s not really battle hungry, but she would fling herself into a fight without a moment of hesitation.

History:
As the clan’s numbers were dwindling, her mother, a queen, was sent on a patrol. Sadly, she was slain in an unexpected fight, and never returned home. It took its toll on Ravenkit at first, but now she acts like it doesn’t bother her when it’s brought up. All that matters to her now is herself and the good of the clan… more or less. Her father died before she was born, he too, fell in battle.
For now, she’s uninterested in the clan’s ideas and troubles.
But as she gets older, she starts to question the clan’s ways, and perhaps, she’ll even turn into a Turnclaw.

Relationships:
Mother-Whiteraven-Deceased
Father-Timberheart-Deceased

Other:

WIP



Name:
Snailkit | Snailpaw |Snailwhisper
Snail for her color (as in for the snail's shell) and her sluggish actions, Whisper for her soft voice.

Age:
42 moons (3 years, 6 months) old

Gender:
Female

Orientation:
Bisexual

Rank:
Warrior

Description:
A brown tabby she-cat with light amber eyes.

Snailwhisper is more on the smaller size of how cats go. She is also pretty slim, probably not a good tactic in fighting. Some say her appearance is completely opposite of her brother. Her fur is sleek and tend to not get items in her fur stuck in it. Her fur is a nice soft brown while her skinny stripes are a mud color. Her ears have the same mud color on the tips and as the mark of the tabby, the M marking stands on her forehead. Her brother suspects her siblings and them and part of maine coon in them but Snailwhisper definitely get any appearance wise.

Personality:
Despite being the opposite of her brother in appearance, she's similar personality wise. Snailwhisper is in no way an outgoing or a cat that speaks her mind. She performs any task given to her with reluctance and often she does not volunteer to go with a patrol or hunt with a party. She prefers solitude and quietness. The only cat she speaks to willingly is her brother, Bramblebreeze.

To go along with her skittishness, is her ability to kill. If she meets with a rogue or any other animal that shows any signs on threat, she will kill on the spot. Snailwhisper will not take any chances of attack or confrontation. She cannot take any chances of being hurt again. She does not act this way solely because of the tradition of the clan but the way she was treated by her father and mother.

History:
Snailwhisper's kithood was traumatizing for her and her siblings. Their father was quite rough with them and the she-cat would go to her brother for comfort and guidance. The day her father killed the cat made her anxiety rise to the roof. For being so young at the age, her mind may have been some moons ahead. She worried that it could've been her or any of her siblings.

The day Brambebreeze got kidnapped and returned home was one of the most stressful days for Snailwhisper. She worried what would happen to her and her sister if he wasn't around. Where would she go to for comfort when she needed it? Her mother wasn't helpful. When Bramblebreeze came back with scars and being ripped up, the she-cat ran to her brother and hugged him the best she have could. She was glad that he got her apprenticeship earlier than most because he deserved it.

Snailwhisper, on the other hand, retrieved hers a little bit later than most. Her mentor had a rough time training her became she was lazy She got her name around 14 or 15 moons; she never really paid attention to the date.

Relationships:
N/A i'll wait

Other:
i'll work on this in a bit

Character is owned by me, art was purchased as a custom, I have full rights to use it. Artist is vveins on deviantart.
Name:
Hollowsong
Hollow--for his empty, hollow eye sockets || song--for his gentle, soft nature
Age:
23 moons
Rank:
Warrior -- however, due to his inability to see he is unable to fight, therefore he can only hunt.
Gender:
Tom
Description:
Hollowsong is a pale classic brown tabby with white irish markings. He has long, silky fur that he does his best to keep clean and free of tangles and debris, however living as a forest cat he often has matted parts to his fur, often in places he can't access easily, such as under his arms and behind his ears. His not notable feature is the complete absence of eyes. Hollowsong was born completely without them, even the sockets appear smooth and blank. Despite not having partaken in any feuds, Hollowsong has many scars hidden beneath his long pelt, due to run-ins with larger game such as rabbit and pheasant, which will often fight back if they get the chance. He has many scars due to accidents, such as scraping his muzzle on a bush of briers he wasn't able to avoid.
Personality:
Hollowsong is a soft-spoken, often kind cat. He tries his best to treat every cat with as much compassion as he possibly can, however his deformity and the way in which he is treated because of it have made him bitter and therefore he often has a short fuse. He is extremely self-loathing and does his best to please his clan, even putting himself in danger of bodily harm to do so. If faced between fighting a large dog or running away to keep himself safe, he would rather fight and die to at least have some semblance of heroism. He enjoys playing with the clan kits and listening to the elders' stories, becoming lost in the imagery that they provide him.
History:
Volewind hadn't had an easy pregnancy, she was often entirely immobile due to nauseousness and a pain in her abdomen that the shaman couldn't put to rest. Volewind knew in her heart that there was something terribly wrong, but there was nothing to be done about it. When her litter was born, Volewind was in such a profound agony that the largest of the warriors had to be called in to hold her down, and several of her teeth were broken due to clenching her jaw too tightly. Volewind did not survive her kitting, but she was able to hold on just long enough to see the ghastly creatures she'd brought onto this earth.

Hollowkit was considered lucky, given the state his siblings were born in. Spiderkit, named for the excess limbs protruding from her sides, was born a stillborn, never receiving her first breath and never knowing her name. Halfkit, named for his missing jaw, was able to survive for a mere 3 days, unable to nurse properly. And Wormkit, who was unfortunate enough to be born completely without his front legs, and his hind legs fused into one appendage, scarcely living for more than a few minutes. Hollowkit, his mother and siblings dead, father unknown, was involuntarily forced into a world of perpetual darkness and loneliness.

Hollowkit was given to an unwilling queen who had just given birth to a healthy litter of 3 kits half a week prior, who served not quite as his mother, but did the deed of keeping him alive. The clan found this kit to be shameful, born a bastard child and unable to do all of the necessary duties of a warrior, and the mother was no different. Gullstorm was a formidable she-cat, renowned for her battle skills and avoided for her sharp tongue. It was Gullstorm who prepared Hollowkit for the cold, uncaring world he had been ushered into, making sure he knew exactly what kind of treatment the rest of the clan would give him. In her own way, Gullstorm was helping Hollowkit, for at least he would have a shell of defense for any verbal assaults his clanmates would direct towards him. Hollowkit's adoptive siblings and father, however, showed Hollowkit a love that was unconditional.

Ferretclaw, Pikekit, Dewkit, and Talonkit treated Hollowkit no differently than they did eachother, Ferretclaw saw Hollowkit as one of his own kits and Hollowkit's adoptive siblings treated him as their brother. It was Ferretclaw that taught Hollowkit to be kind to even the most aggressive cats. Ferretclaw believed that every prickly personality was simply a shield to avoid heartbreak, and he drilled his ideals into Hollowkit religiously. Ferretclaw refused to allow the clan to teach his children to be as unruly as the rest of them, and he truly did his best to keep them from becoming corrupt. But, in the end, every flower must wilt, and as the kits grew older they began to become the very thing Ferretclaw tried so desperately to turn them away from.

When the time came that the kits were apprenticed, Talonpaw's main goal was to kill every non-clan cat he saw. Pikepaw sought to one day become a Guard, and would step on any cat to achieve his dream. Only Dewpaw and Hollowpaw remained as innocent as their father wish they would be. Dewpaw was naive, however, believing that her clan could never do any wrong, that they were all good, kind cats. Hollowpaw knew far better than his sister, he noticed the details that most others missed, overheard the conversations that no other cat heard.

Hollowpaw was disgusted by the ideal that all non-clan cats were deserving of death, and he hated his brothers for their views. As an apprentice, Hollowpaw began to grow cold. He despised his birth mother, for creating him, his adoptive mother, for forcing him to stay on this earth, and any cat who so much as made a noise towards him, for the opinions he knew they had. He treated them all with care to their faces, but behind their backs he spat on the ground they walked on. It was only his dear adoptive father Ferretclaw who he could confide in, and who made him see the good that could be in the world.

While Ferretclaw wasn't Hollowpaw's mentor, he taught him more than his mentor ever did. Owlfeather ignored Hollowpaw as much as he could, only teaching him the bare minimum and avoiding him whenever he could. How dare the leaders give HIM the broken, sightless apprentice, who couldn't even navigate the forest correctly? Ferretclaw, however, had all the patience in the world with his adoptive son, teaching him how to find his way through the forest without walking into trees or shrubs. Hollowpaw learned how to use his other senses, and he came to find that it was easy to walk through the wooded area. He used his sense of smell, mostly, for scents become stronger the closer one gets to them, and it was simple to avoid plants once their stink was overpowering.

When Hollowpaw reached his 14th moon, his sister was killed by a fox who wandered a bit too far into the territory. She was on a patrol with her mentor, Kestrelspring, when the beast attacked. Her mentor and the rest of the patrol leapt into action as quickly as they could, but the damage was done, and Dewpaw bled out on the forest floor. Hollowpaw was distraught after his dear sister's death, but he was able to recover over a short week. His adoptive mother, on the other paw, was a complete wreck. Her only daughter, dead, and she had been unable to even utter a goodbye. Gullstorm left the clan, unable to live in the place which failed to protect her kit. Hollowpaw and Ferretclaw found her body the next day, right on the border, the only scents around her that of PineClan cats.

Ferretclaw grew increasingly paranoid, always sure that he was being watched. Hollowpaw paid no mind to his father's jumpiness, chalking it up to having just lost his mate and one of his kits. Hollowpaw's brothers, Talonpaw and Pikepaw, were killed in the same battle with a group of loners passing through the territory. Hollowpaw felt no love towards his brothers, and remained unaffected, for his brothers were too filled with ambition and lies to have deserved his affection. Ferretclaw caught blackcough that leaf-bare, and was banished from the clan to keep the others from becoming ill. Hollowpaw visited his father every day in an old badgerset just outside the clan's border every day, bringing him fresh food and water-soaked moss until the day that Ferretclaw passed away.

Hollowpaw was completely devastated after his father's death, and found himself unable to leave the body until it began to stink. When Hollowpaw returned to PineClan, it seemed no one even noticed his absence. Hollowpaw now had no one left in the world, and he spent nearly all his time perfecting his hunting skills. He was determined to make his father proud, even if the tom was already dead. Several moons later, in the late new-leaf, Hollowpaw returned to his father's resting place, and retrieved the skull of the cat who had put so much into raising his son to do the right thing, to see the best in everyone. Hollowpaw vowed to always keep the one he loved dearest close to him, and began sleeping in an old fox den just outside of PineClan's camp. His clanmates were unbothered by this, seemingly happy to have him out of their fur, for the most part, other than the strange eyeless tom bringing fresh-kill into camp to assist in feeding the masses.

At 20 moons old, Owlfeather was finally able to train his apprentice enough to the point that he received his warrior name; Hollowsong. The young warrior now strives to be the best he can possibly be, burying his beliefs and doing his best to be a model PineClan warrior. Or, at least, as much of one as he can be. He knows he will never become a truly accepted member of his clan, for any cat who cannot fight will never be seen as an equal. But still, Hollowsong will continue to treat every cat just as his father would have wished, with respect and sincerity.

Relationships: N/A

Other:

Commisioned by Misa, permission to use and was paid for by me.
Name:
Thundercloud

Age:
16 moons

Rank:
Warrior

Gender:
Female

Description:
A massive muscular fluffy gray she-cat with white toes and deep green eyes with two fangs poking out from her upper lip. Her body is apparently all brawn, her fur mostly messy and unkempt. Her ears having a notch in them and her left shoulder having a large scar.

Personality:
Overall, Thundercloud can be defined as quiet and perhaps intimidating looking. Young as she is, she rarely outright speaks unless needed and seems to have a calm demeanor. In which she usually uses her size to intimidate in a fight. However, she actually is just shy and a bit unsure how to properly socialize. Always feeling that she'll just screw it up somehow. And although on the outside she's tough as any claw, she's a bit too soft on the inside. Having a kind and caring side that cannot help but show sympathy to any cat. Even though she's a excellent fighter, she secretly loathes fighting, but it's something knowing she can never admit. Although, most of the time she just comes off as cold since she's quiet and looks away from others.

Although her parents and clan has firmly taught her the importance of following the rules, she can't help but silently disagree nor quite understand them. She's still very loyal to her clan, however at times she can't help but feel sorry for any cats her clan forces to attack. Often she's not very confident in herself and mostly just drives to do her best for her clan and the cats she cares about.

Often she's conflicted over her loyalty to her clan, and her actual morals. Often times, Thundercloud likes being alone and finding a peaceful place to just sit and look at the stars. She doesn't know if anyone is actually up there, she just sort of wants to believe that those she cares about who have fallen are somewhere. Encouraging her and easing her mind of her worries.

Tends to be overprotective and a bit of a worrywart for others well being.

History:
Thundercloud was born as the only kit in her parents litter. Badgertooth and Swanfeather, both fiercely loyal to the clan and their ideals. Her father Badgertooth pushed her harder than most kits since she was his only kit, wishing for her to carry the family tradition of being noble and loyal Pineclan warriors. Her mother Swanfeather was usually the one to lick her wounds and soothe her. Once she was a apprentice, both of them trained, gave her tips, and lessons on being a true warrior of Pineclan. Thunderpaw listened, obeyed, and carried out their ideals, wishing to impress her parents and make them proud. The hard training never allowed her to really socialize with others however, so she never knew how to properly interact with other apprentices, only to respectfully and not very outspoken.

Nearing her time to possibly be made a warrior, it was time to learn how to really fight by taking on some rogue or loner. So she was brought on more patrols and when she wandered, she found a loner. Skinny as a twig and stinking of the scent of warm milk. The starving milkgiver loner pleaded with Thunderpaw that she was hungry and just wanted food for her kits. Thunderpaw couldn't help but hesitate. She knew the rules. By Pineclan rule, she was supposed to kill on sight. Instead she just froze. Claws extending, yet the massive paws that held them shaking, Thunderpaw bared her fangs into a snarl while mouthing simply to run.

So she chased the starving cat, hoping to just have the cat run out of reach, until her father came. Badgertooth charged passed her and was about to get the cat, much to Thunderpaw's horror. Yet they had ran head first into a ambush of vicious rogues. Horrified, the young cat launched into the battle, fighting like a thunderstorm, a event that earned her nicks in her ear and deep scar on her shoulder. Thunderpaw could only stare at the crumpled bodies, as well as Swanfeather weep before her father in the aftermath. The event had done a number on her, and soon enough, Swanfeather passed away as well.

It wasn't too long after Thunderpaw was named Thundercloud for her vicious battle with the ambush, and it wasn't something she could really forget. She blames herself for all lives lost, yet she was unsure what she could do. She could of killed that loner on the spot... but the thought made her feel just as ill. What was wrong with her? Was she broken? She loved her clan! Yet... she just feels wrong. Perhaps it wasn't the clan, and just her.

Recently, Icefang has disclosed the knowledge that he is actually her brother who's mother Blueflame had Swanfeather adopt her in order to protect Thunderkit from their mad father Shadowfang. She is unsure how to feel about this whole new turn of events.

Relationships:
Adoptive Kin
Badgertooth - Large black short fur tom with white underbelly, chest and toes. Overbite. Golden eyes. (Father/Dead)
Swanfeather - Fluffy white she-cat with green eyes. (Mother/Dead)

Biological Kin
Mother - Blueflame - Grayish-Blue She-Cat with white paws and yellow eyes - Dead
Father - Shadowfang - Dark ginger tom with halve a tail, many scars, and blue eyes - Dead
Older Sister - Splashkit - Dark gray she-kit with green eyes - Stillborn
Older Sister - Goldpaw - Ginger she-cat with blue eyes - Dead
Older Brother - Foxsplash - Dark ginger tom with bright blue eyes - Alive - {NPC}
Older Brother - Icefang - Large light gray battle scarred tom with very long thick fur and a left front white sock. Light blue eyes. {~LightQueen~}
Great Grandfather - Adderfang - Old, grizzled brown tabby with a bobbed tail, intense scarring, and yellow eyes - Alive - {Peachie}

Friends
(Open to others)

Romantic:
Homoromantic
(Open)
Crushes are fine, romance needs some development.

Other:
Thundercloud || Warrior || She-Cat || 16 Moons || Location || Mentions

-Thundercloud had always sort of wished she could of been a Shaman instead so she could heal instead of fight, but thanks to her parents pushing her in a certain path, she knows she could never be one.

Name:
Pantherclaw

Age:
40 Moons (barely over 3yrs)

Rank:
Warrior

Gender:
Female (Heteroflexible)

Description:
A pitch black she-cat with subtle dappling on her underbelly. Eyes are a vibrant yellow, with hints of green. Stature is that of an average cat, though slightly more lanky and skinny than others, making for a lean warrior. Pantherclaw is exceptional in the art of stalking, having gained her 'claw' name via successful hunting methods. Due to her sleek physique, Pantherclaw has the ability to slink through branches and undergrowth quite easily; particularly in the evening, where she is hidden, thanks to her jet-black pelt. She thrives in the pine forest that engulfs the clan's territory and enjoys herself most often when she is out exploring, or tracking prey.

Personality:
A cunning, witty she-cat, with a subtle mysteriousness about her. Pantherclaw tends to keep to herself for the most part, but has a sharp tongue when need be, and has a tendency to 'sneak up' on clan-mates amidst conversation. She is clever, intelligent, and strategic in the art of the hunt and is relatively quick on her paws. Loves to mentor, and loves to show off her skills; she is especially intrinsically motivated when it comes to pleasing her superiors. Overall, quite a wallflower type, and every cat who encounters this secretive she-cat will know right away that there is more beneath the surface than what may appear.
Tends to hit it off with kits and elders, thanks to her quiet demeanour and tone. Doesn't like to admit she is nosy, but she would be lying if she said that did not want to be immersed within the latest clan gossip. Though she keeps to herself, Pantherclaw nonetheless wants to feel as though she belongs, and is wanted.

History:
Born and raised in PineClan, Pantherclaw has always been a submissive cat, accepting her duties as warrior and getting work done when asked. As a kit, the title Pantherkit was put upon her due to her sleek black coat. Pantherclaw was later given for her superior skills. Her mother and father raised her well, though as an apprentice she was not necessarily outcasted by the other 'paws, but it was quite hard for her to make friends. She was different; quiet, observant, and wiser than most her age and she was not as flamboyant was younger cats were meant to be. Nonetheless, she has proven herself to be an asset to the clan, and has vowed to serve her chief with tooth and claw, as Pantherclaw believes that she has a purpose, and the only way to see this through is to devote herself to the clan.

Relationships:
Leaning towards tom-cats, but would not refuse a groom or tussle with a she-cat by any means. Flirty at times, but has not thought about becoming serious with any male yet.
Siblings - unknown
Parents - Wildpelt (Deceased), Bramblestep (Deceased)

Other:
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