[CHAR] The Rise of WillowClan

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Fernstar

Gender: She-cat
Age: 48 moons
Rank: Leader
Personality: Intelligent, loyal, charismatic and calm, Fernstar makes a firm and protective leader. However, she is wary of cats who are not clear and genuine about their intentions; be it with her or the Clan as a whole. She seems to have very strong intuition and easily sees through those who lie. She is private with her emotions as well as her personal story, except with Maplestream, who is her best friend.
Description: Long haired calico she-cat with green eyes
Backstory: Fernstar, (originally Fernkit), was born to an ex-Clan Mother and a loner Father. Her Mother raised her alone in the forest, taught her the Warrior code, how to hunt and enough battle moves to defend herself if necessary. Shortly after Fernsky had been given her warrior name, her Mother disappeared suddenly. After searching and waiting for her for moons, she finally realized she had to strike out on her own and survive. While grieving the loss of her Mother, Fernsky made her own way hunting, exploring and learning every bush and gravel trail of the forest until eventually, she stumbled upon a group of loners living and hunting together.
Mate: None
Kits: Honeypaw (adopted)

[Eklispe]

Deputy Brambletail

Name: Brambletail
Gender: Tom-cat
Age: 70 moons
Rank: Warrior/Deputy(?)

Personality: Gruff and grumbly with anyone other then his mother, Brambletail is a cat that doesn’t come off as a very nice cat. He tends to speak more to himself than others, is always pointing out mistakes, and seems a bit standoffish. However he means well and simply doesn’t want others to run into the same troubles he did. Brambletail’s constant chiding, though it may seem irritating, is always useful, and his constant vigilance is applied towards keeping others safe, in particular his mother.

Description: Brambletail is a big cat and has clearly seen a bit of trouble. His eyes are intense, piercing, and constantly roaming for danger. His footsteps are precise and careful, his movements conservative, covering a layer of energy ready to burst out at the first sign of trouble like a loaded spring. His somewhat unusual whitish coat has a few patches in it, is covered in dirt, and there perpetually seems to be plant life in it, notably his tail. He insists that it provides natural camouflage and refuses to clean up, given his coloration, it might actually be true to some extent.

Backstory: Brambletail was raised by his adoptive mother, Merl. He does not know where either of them came from, merely that his first memories were of her. The two of them were part of no clan or other group and thus did not have an easy life. The hard school of knocks proved an effective tutor and although Brambletail was initially a useless kit hiding in holes and following, or being carried around by his mother, the wild spurred his growth onwards quite quickly.

Brambletail quickly grew up to be tough and resourceful, first enough that he wasn't a liability, then so that he was an asset, and eventually to the point where he could protect and take care of both of them. For a while this was good enough and there was no real way of making things better. Eventually however, the pair ran into a cat calling herself Fernstar and she told them grand tales of Clans and a Warrior Code. Although Brambletail wasn’t sure about such things, he saw the chance to give his mother somewhere safe to live, as well as to help give younger cats an easier life than his.

Elder Merl

Name: Merl
Gender: She-cat
Age: 90 moons
Rank: Elder

Personality: A no nonsense lady but a sweet one. She’s been through more than most anyone and knows it, so she won’t put up with anything from anyone. These days however Merl doesn’t have the same energy that she used to and prefers to lounge, worrying about her son.

Description: Raggedy is the first word that comes to mind with describing Merl. A fairly old cat, with a missing eye, and shredded right ear, and plenty of other tell tale scars of battle. Although not a husk, her frame is still relatively lean and if you were to pick her up you'd find her surprisingly light. However none of this dims the her tenacious energy. Though fond of naps these days, her tail is always flicking back and forth as though it has a life all its own. Despite her flaws Merl still seems like a cat you wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of.

Backstory: Merl was born a kitty pet and lived that way for some odd 20 moons. For a kitty pet however, she was pretty fierce, and spent a lot of time outdoors. Many of her escapades found her returning with prey for her less hunting savvy two legs, though she received little thanks for it. One day however, after a particularly long foray into the surrounding woods, when Merl returned her family was nowhere to be found. Although she waited there for quite some time they did not return. Merl was forced to roam further and further into the woods for food, and even though she came back for weeks just in case they came back, they never did. Eventually she moved on.

Shortly she came upon a mewling kitty pet like herself, she could tell through the thorn bush it had been tossed in that it was in a two leg box. Merl wasn’t the only animal to notice its cries for help. Shortly after she arrived a weasel came onto the scene, but she could tell the weasel’s interest was less than benevolent. Unable to leave another cat alone like she had just been so abruptly left, she battled the tiny, but ferocious creature, for the right to the kitten. Although it cost her an eye, she won. An already difficult proposition, taking care of herself and a kit, was made more arduous.

That wouldn’t stop Merl though, and she raised the kit on her own as best she could, naming him Brambletail on account of his terribly messy tail. A missing eye and a mewling kit might have stopped some cats, but it didn't stop Merl. Her tough situation merely drove her to more intense efforts, more careful living, more extreme measures. The first days were the hardest, but as Brambletail and her both grew things became easier. Eventually one could say the two fell into a rhythm of sorts. It would be a lie to call their lifestyle luxurious or easy, but it was sufficient. Life carried on this way until the pair encountered a cat named Fernstar.

[savannahssu]

Maplestream

Gender: She-cat
Age: 36 moons
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Overly optimistic, clingy and empathetic, Maplestream makes a wonderful friend to others, but she doesn't want to be one to herself. She lacks self confidence and the ability to trust her gut, so is always seeking validation from others. One could say she has anxiety issues.
Description: Small light brown she-cat with green eyes and a very long tail
History: Maplestream was born to a pair of kittypets and spent the her first few moons with her Twolegs and her Mother. Although her Mother was attentive in the beginning, all that changed when tragedy struck. Of her litter of four kits, Maplestream was the only one to survive. A mysterious illness slowly drained her siblings of their lives and her Mother became more and more distant with each of her kits deaths. She became so disheartened and distant that she never gave her last kit a name. When Maplestream grew big enough to hunt on her own, she said goodbye to her Mother and left her kittypet life to roam the forest. Shortly after, she met Sunfur and the two became friends. After meeting Fernsky and hearing the tales of the Clans, she chose her Warrior name and swore her life to WillowClan.
Mate: None
Kits: None

[savannahssu]

Sunfur

Gender: Tom
Age: 72 moons
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Being raised in the luxury of kittypet life made Sunfur very relaxed, aloof and somewhat spoiled. A lot of the time, he is not as serious as he should be and fails to see the potential danger or threat in a given situation. He comes off as lazy and loves to bask in the center of camp soaking up sunlight. However, he is strong and loyal to WillowClan and makes a powerful line of defense against foxes, snakes and rogues.
Description: Long haired orange and white tom with amber eyes
Backstory: Sunfur spent the first few years of his life as a kittypet, but eventually grew tired of the constant routine and wanted something new. So one day, he said goodbye to his Twolegs and his housemate, wrestled free of his collar and set off into the forest to live free. Eventually he forgot his kittypet name; Cheeto, and smelled the scent of other cats. After following it, he wandered into the WillowClan camp and spoke to Fernstar about joining the Clan.
Mate: None
Kits: None

[Red7VII]

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Silverpaw

Gender: Tom
Age: 8 Moons
Rank: Apprentice (Former Loner)

Personality: Silverpaw is not politically ambitious. In a perfect world, he would hunt, eat, socialize and then hunt some more in constant repetition. He's got an odd sense of humor and is still getting used to being a part of a clan. He can be highly competitive and has no problem voicing his opinions and defending them.

Description: Silverpaw's fur is a gradient of white, gray and even black hair that lends itself to his namesake. His eyes are a subtle amber with a hint of green and his body is very fit and agile, a product of his frequent hunting and honed prowess.

Backstory: Silverpaw was born to a Loner mother who nursed and provided for him as best she could, teaching him how to hunt and how to survive in a world where you were all you had. Several moons later, she began feeling very ill until one morning Silverpaw woke up and she simply wasn't there anymore. He cried out and looked for her, but none of his effort bore fruit. Eventually he was forced to accept that she was gone and to take all he knew of the forest and use that knowledge to survive on his own.

For many moons, he did just that; hunted, sheltered and looked after himself against other predators. It wasn't long before he crossed paths with the WillowClan and, tired of having no one, requested a place among them by offering himself as an apprentice to the clan.

[sassy1085]

Hawkpaw

Name: Hawkpaw
Previous Name(s): Hawkkit
Gender: she-cat
Age: 6 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Personality: Hawkpaw is like any Apprentice, she eager, optimistic and little naïve, wanted to proof herself that she can be the best warrior ever.
Description: A small brown tabby she-cat with a white spot on her forehead. She has green eyes.
Mate: not yet
Kits: not yet
Sibling(s): Cinderpaw
Parents: Deertail (Dark brown with patches of lighter brown fur here and there, mother) and Silverstorm(A grey tabby tom-cat with teal-blue eyes and white fur on his underbelly, paws and maw, father)
History/Skills:
Even though Hawkpaw and Cinderpaw were born in WillowClan but their parents, DeerTail and SilverStorm, were not, you see, they were born into two different clans. DeerTail was born in ShadowClan and SilverStorm was born in RiverClan, once when they met at the gathering, the two warriors instantly fall in love and the two love birds have been meeting in secret. Until one day, their leaders finally caught them and they give the two choices, not seeing each other or be exile....They chose to be exile together. For while, the two warrior have been rogues for days, until one day, the two cats meet Fernstar and agree to join WillowClan and then one moon later, HawkKit and CinderKit were born.

CinderPaw

Name: CinderPaw
Previous Name(s): CinderKit
Gender: she-cat
Age: 6 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Personality: Unlike her sister, HawkPaw, CinderPaw is calm, serious but overall shy when she meets new clanmates but at the same time, like her sister, wanted to proof herself that she can be the best warrior ever
Description: CinderPaw pelt is white with silver and gray splotches and dark gray spots on her cheeks that looks like freckles, she also have teal-blue eyes
Mate: not yet
Kits: not yet
Sibling(s): HawkPaw (sister)
Parents: DeerTail (Dark brown with patches of lighter brown fur here and there, mother) and SilverStorm (A grey tabby tom-cat with teal-blue eyes and white fur on his underbelly, paws and maw, father)
History/Skills:
Even though HawkPaw and CinderPaw were born in WillowClan but their parents, DeerTail and SilverStorm, were not, you see, they were born into two different clans. DeerTail was born in ShadowClan and SilverStorm was born in RiverClan, once when they met at the gathering, the two warriors instantly fall in love and the two love birds have been meeting in secret. Until one day, their leaders finally caught them and they give the two choices, not seeing each other or be exile....They chose to be exile together. For while, the two warrior have been rogues for days, until one day, the two cats meet Fernstar and agree to join WillowClan and then one moon later, HawkKit and CinderKit were born.

[Shadow Dragon]

Blackpelt

Name: Blackpelt
Gender: Tom
Age: 36 moons
Rank: Medicine cat
Personality: Strict, but in a caring manner. Not afraid to tell you exactly what he thinks, even if you take offence.
Appearance:

Blackpelt

Backstory: Born and raised in the clan, he walked out to the woods one day on a hunt, and got lost. He hid in a cave, and slept until the moon rose. He saw a large glowing pool, and, feeling thirsty, he lapped at it. He suddenly felt very very tired. He curled up, but when he woke, he....wasn't on the ground anymore. Instead, he was surrounded with cats. But what manner of cats? They were made of stars! They told him that they were the ancestors of all good cats. But he noticed that they didn't talk about the bad cats. Strange. He woke up, and felt weak, and tired. He walked back to the group, and told them that he....had been away.
Mate: None
Kits: None

[The Elvenqueen]

Name: Spidernose
Gender: She-cat
Age: 26 moons
Rank: Warrior

Personality: Spidernose is a determined, no-nonsense cat with a bit of an abrasive side. She can be blunt, but she only wants what is best for her Clan, she doesn't mean to be stand-offish but sometimes comes off that way when she is lost in her work, however if a Clanmate came to her with a concern she would treat it with the utmost care and compassion until it was resolved.

Appearance: A skinny, long-legged she-cat with cream fur and dark brown points, Spidernose's fur is sleek and short, her appearance calling back to her father's kittypet roots a lot more strongly than her sister's. Her eyes are a piercing blue, and often seem to stare straight through someone very critically.

Backstory: Born as "Spider" to a loner mother and a wandering kittypet father - who, although he cared for the she-cat, could not always be there for her due to his housefolk sometimes shutting him away - Spider was the oldest in her litter of two, with one other sister. Her mother, young and naive, had conceived too close to winter and the result was very nearly a disaster for her two kits. She did her best to try and keep them fed and warm, but doing so alone became a real struggle. When she heard of WillowClan, Spider's mother quickly sought refuge with the Clan and asked them to take in her kits. She was too used to life alone to leave her life as a loner behind and join the Clan, and Spider's sister found staying continually in one place too stifling as well and soon followed her mother to return to a loner's life. Spidernose isn't sure where her littermate went after that as she presumably went to carve out a territory of her own, though she kept in close contact with her mother who is currently living somewhere as a loner, in the area surrounding WillowClan's territory. She will always be an ally to the Clan and has a kind word for any of the cats should they happen to run into her on their travels. Spidernose took to Clan life very well, and is as dedicated a warrior as any, considering WillowClan her home. A few moons ago her mother sought out WillowClan again, she had had another litter with Spidernose's father and yet again brought another kit to them in order to strengthen the Clan, little Frogkit, who seems to take great delight in irritating her big sister and anyone else in the camp whenever possible.

Mate: None for now, but crushing hard on Stonefall ;3
Kits: None for now

[TykerS97]

Moosepaw

Age: 10 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Apprentice
Personality: He is a very silent and observant cat when on patrol or training with his mentor. Otherwise he is very casual and friendly with his fellow apprentices. He is loyal to a fault to the clan and the code. He also has a deep seated fear of badgers.
Description: He is a very large cat with very fluffy brown and black hair that requires excessive grooming. His hair flows out around him giving him the trait of what almost looks like a lion’s mane.
Backstory: When Moosepaw was 3 moons old he was abandoned by his Twolegs along with his mother. For the next 3 moons he wandered with his mother heading toward Willowclan territory. His mother had heard rumors of cats banding together out in the wilderness from other kittypets that had smelled Willowclan’s scent markers. She figured that was the safest place for her and her son. During the 3 moons of travel Moosepaw was shown the dangers of the forest by his mother. When they arrived on the outskirts of Willowclan territory they were attacked by a badger… Moosepaw’s mother was big enough to hold it off for long enough to let him escape into clan territory. His mother did not survive the encounter.
Mate: None
Kits: None

[PrankFox]

Duskwing

Gender-She-cat
Age-32 moons
Rank-Warrior
Personality-built for hunting Duskwing is a quiet yet fierce presence. She is exceedingly loyal to the clan and will fight for it with everything she has. Though her silence is often mistaken for arrogance or aloofness, she is a steadfast friend to those that take the time to get to know her. The time she spent alone makes it more difficult for her to understand the inner workings of clan life, but she does her best to try and fit in.
Description-Dark russet fur with a black stripe from the back of her neck to the tip of her tail, bright light green eyes, and sharply pointed ears
Backstory-She grew up a loner called Dusk after her parents were killed in a fight with a dog when she was still under 12 moons. She used her slender stature to go unnoticed and, if needed, attack from the shadows. After making her way into the woods she stumbled across the clan cats and watched silently for some time. Enjoying the camaraderie she saw within and, tiring of being alone, she decided to join. Fighting head on isn't her forte, but that didn't stop her from doing everything she can to provide for the clan.
Mate-none
Kits-none

Stormheart

Gender-Tom
Age-34 moons
Rank-Warrior
Personality-Stormheart is kind and soft spoken; he is quick to offer aid to anyone who needs it and takes pride in helping out however he can. Despite this he is often unsure of what to do with himself and feels like he can be overbearing and clumsy due to his large size. He has a noble heart and is often struck by how well his own personal code lines up with the Warrior Code he now follows. He is a strong and capable fighter with a drive to do what he believes to be right.
Description-Large, broad, thick-furred silver tabby with yellow eyes
Backstory-Stormheart started off as a barn cat spending most of his days relaxing in the sun, if he wasn't hunting down mice or other vermin, but always found himself bored and itching to explore. He wanted to find something bigger than himself, and become useful in more ways than just killing rats. After arguing with himself for several moons he finally gave into his curiosity to explore the wider world and eventually came across Willowclan. After learning about how the clan worked and the kind of life they lead he decided that this is where he needed to be.
Mate-none
Kits-none

[WaywardTraveler]

Leopardfang

Name: Leopardfang
Gender: Tom-cat
Age: 26 moons
Rank: Warrior

Personality: Protective, honorable, loyal, and cunning. But also distrustful of strangers, vindictive, dogmatic, and tense. Leopardfang has had a rough life and for the most part, he has only had himself and a few others to take care of. It's difficult to become his 'friend' but when you have or when he finds a cause he decides is worth fighting for a fiercely protective and loyal cat is on your side. He has had to fight to survive but in doing so has his own code which has translated well to the Warrior Code. He has never killed another cat unless he was forced to and his sense of honor in combat is unshakeable. While surviving on his own he has had to grow to be quite cunning and uses his opponent's strengths against them and is a talented tactician.

Unfortunately for Leopardfang his past has also given cause for a very mistrustful demeanor to anyone that hasn't proven themselves. He has also grown used to being in charge and his dogmatic personality has had to become tempered as he enters the Clan world. It is still present but he's aware of it and it is already in the midst of changing. Leopardfang also holds a grudge and takes insults very seriously, he will harbor his desire for revenge until the culprit may have even forgotten the entire incident, Leopardfang waiting until the guard was down to strike. He's also quite tense, anxious about making a mistake and getting thrown out of the clan, or an enemy sneaking in. He will voluntarily take vigils and solo patrols just to ease his mind.

Appearance:

Leopardfang Hunting

Backstory: Leopardfang was born in a two-legs town a few miles away. Through the forest and across a very large thunder path. However, as a kitten, his playful and energetic side was too much for the family and they ended up sending him to a shelter. On the way, the monster was attacked by another, and Leopardfang, or Levi, as he was known at that time's cage, was broken open and the doors shattered. The kitten managed to escape just barely and ran straight for the woods. While within he came close to death's door many times but was saved through either shrewd thinking, a passing stranger, or a larger animal hunting the hunter.

Levi was swarmed and enamored with tales of Clan cats all around the territory and started working towards making himself presentable for such a future. He started escorting cats from the two-leg town to the forest, taking them through a smelly tunnel that ran underneath the thunder paths. It was dangerous work, but Levi grew stronger from it and started gaining a sense of belonging, of helping, of life not being all about himself as it had while he struggled to survive. He was a well-known 'rogue' from some clans as some of the cats he helped escort ended up being accepted into various clans around the area. But Levi wanted more, and so he accepted a true challenge. A group of cats from the town wished to enter the wood and then exit the opposite side to see what life they could make there. Levi accepted the challenge of the escort and the group started their journey.

The ensuing adventure was one for the books, but the end result was the full group making it across the forest and then finding that they quite enjoyed the area. They started to settle down when Levi smelled a territory marker. His hackles had raised but knowing of the Clan cat stories he decided to investigate. In the end, Levi and the group he escorted were offered a place within the Clan. Not all accepted, but the vast majority did and Levi was given his warriors name, Leopardfang, due to his spotted coat and larger canines. Leopardfang entered into Clan life relatively well. He was a skilled hunter, but also a fierce defender and was a sure-in for defensive patrols or escorts should it be required. He made a name for himself as an honorable, albeit testy Warrior but one that pulled his weight and one that the leader knew had the Clan first.

Mate: None as of yet.
Kits: None as of yet.

[Marlowe]

Redleap

Name:
Redleap

Gender:
Female

Age:
49 moons

Rank:
Warrior

Personality:
Redleap tries her hardest to be friendly, though sometimes her patience runs a little thin, especially with apprentices. She is fiercely loyal to WillowClan and is a no-nonsense she-cat; she bristles at any sign of laziness from others and takes her duty as a warrior very seriously. Despite her somewhat aloof exterior, she is actually quite timid and awkward when it comes to personal interactions. She tends to overthink things-- the only thing she doesn't overthink is hunting, and her natural skill of stalking and leaping upon unsuspecting prey is what earned her her name.

Appearance:
A tortoiseshell she-cat with a white underbelly and amber eyes. Her tail is a deep red.

Backstory:
Redleap joined WillowClan as a rather young cat, slightly older than when most apprentices should be getting their "-paw" names. Because of this, Redleap was one of the first apprentices of WillowClan, and already, she knew she had a lot of pressure on her shoulders. She sought to make a name for herself, despite the fact that she had some trouble in claw-to-claw combat. Though, Redleap was able to overcome her obstacle, and quickly became one of the most notable warriors in the Clan. What she was practically famous for, however, was her hunting technique.

Redleap once had an apprentice-- a she-cat by the name of Troutpaw. Redleap was very much honored by the fact that Fernstar had deemed her worth enough of having an apprentice, but such a feeling was short-lived. Unfortunately, Troutpaw succumbed to greencough one specifically harsh winter, and due to this, Redleap hasn't been able to see young cats the same way.

Mate:
N/A

Kits:
N/A

Wolfpaw

Name:
Wolf -> Wolfpaw

Gender:
Male

Age:
9 moons

Rank:
Loner -> Medicine cat apprentice

Personality:
Somewhat silly and laid back, but cunning and conniving as well. Wolf always has something to say; he isn't afraid to speak his mind, even to cats that are older than him. He's an avid gossiper and very much nosy. Though, Wolfpaw doesn't mean any harm. Sure, he might have a sharp tongue and somewhat of a sassy attitude, but everything he does is in the best interest for his Clan. He's very intelligent when it comes to the different types of herbs, and knows how to work side by side with Blackpelt almost effortlessly.

Appearance:
A light blue-gray tom whose fur is darker at his tail, ears, and face. Has sharp, yellow eyes, and his tail is plumed.

Backstory:
Wolf started off as a kittypet that had escaped his home in search of something... well, better than eating dry pellets and having to deal with a collar the whole day. Luckily for him, there was hardly a time when he had to put his strength to the test against other cats for survival. He usually waited for smaller cats to catch something for prey and then chase them off, or laid in wait for ambushes on cats who might have been tracking him down. Even then, he wished he had something more to worry about. He craved company, so he traveled deeper into the wilds after hearing talk about a group of cats that dwelt there. Hopefully they would be willing to take him in.

Mate:
N/A

Kits:
N/A

[Hazelrah]

Honeypaw

Gender: She-cat
Age: 6 Moons
Rank: Apprentice
Personality: Honeypaw is pure sass and spirit. What she doesn’t know, she demands to learn, and when she fails, she gets up and tries again, and again, and again...even if she’s been told several times to stop. Determined to show that she is better than everyone around her, Honeypaw can come across as aggressive, rude, and downright annoying. But what takes time to realize is that Honeypaw’s tendency towards show-boating and attention-seeking stems from deep insecurity, as someone who doesn’t remember her family or origin. She has a deep attachment to Fernstar, who practically raised her as her own kit, and can often lash out when she feels that relationship is in jeopardy. She tries to make up for her insecurity by being impressive, particularly to impress Fernstar, by being beloved, by being treasured. She hates to be alone and is constantly pestering her mentor for attention, other warriors for attention, basically anyone who will give her the time of day….
Description: Short-haired black and orange tortoiseshell with light green eyes. One ear-tip is black and the other is orange, and her paws are all black.
Backstory: Honeypaw doesn’t remember much before she stumbled into WillowClan’s camp a few moons ago. She’s been told that she suffered memory loss of her life before likely due to a huge bump on the head she had when she arrived, and she has vague recollections of being soaking wet and cold, but that’s all she can actively recall. Fernstar took her in and raised her, bringing her back to life and taking good care of her, almost as her own kit. Honeypaw spends more time trying to remember than she ever lets on.
Mate: None
Kits: None

[Hazelrah]

Stonefall

Gender: Tom
Age: 32 Moons
Rank: Deputy
Personality: Stonefall is a genial, kind soul who is always willing to help out. He is fiercely loyal and a surprisingly vicious fighter for one so affable in nature. Stonefall has a kind word for everyone, respects his leader, and voices dissent or differing opinion very tactfully. While he may be a gentle spirit, soft-spoken and observant, Stonefall is also incredibly passionate and deeply articulate. He has a way of commanding the space around him even if he is speaking softly. His voice is naturally deep and warm to offset his piercing blue-green eyes.
Description: A sleekly muscled grey and black tabby, Stonefall’s fur is soft and dense, and has silver/white undertones. He is of medium build, not particularly long-legged or stout, but is pure muscle from moons of traveling and hunting and fighting. He has a scar along his left back hip from a particularly savage fight with a dog back in his village, just before he left. His eyes are piercing blue-green and expressive, and his tail transitions from grey tabby to a completely black tail-tip.
Backstory: Stonefall’s former life as a neighborhood stray lent itself to being a tom who loves adventure, craves purpose, and seeks companionship. He was born in a small two-leg village to a stray she-cat who called herself Faith; she named him Rocky, and his sisters were called Daisy and Lily. As they grew, their mother taught them how to beg from two-legs, how to hunt for mice in alleys, and how to stay safe from those who might try to catch them. But Rocky looked out beyond the village from atop the two-leg huts and saw miles and miles of trees, and yearned to see what they had in store for him. Soon after they turned 12 moons old, Daisy and Lily ended up becoming kittypets, opting to settle for a safe life inside a particularly cat-savvy two-leg who lured them in. But not Rocky. He alone stayed loyal to Faith, caring for her as she aged and eventually helping her to cross over into what he now knows as StarClan. As soon as he could, he journeyed into the forest. After many many moons of traveling, he met an exiled cat who simply went by Snow, who taught him all about Clan life. Snow tried to paint a picture of bureaucracy and trauma, but Rocky knew that Snow’s exile was justified, and was drawn to Clan life like moth to a flame. So he left Snow and continued to travel until he found fledgling WillowClan, at the age of 28 moons, where he was welcomed in as Warrior by Fernstar. After serving as Warrior for 3 moons, Fernstar promoted Stonefall to Deputy after Brambletail went missing and was not found.
Mate: None for now, major crush on Spidernose
Kits: None

[solokolos]

Moosepaw

Age: 10 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Apprentice
Personality: Moosepaw is an easily excitable cat that often has trouble thinking through his actions. The bulky cat holds the clan and The Warrior Code in high esteem, and has done so since his kithood. He is casual and friendly with most clanmates, though he has stayed particularly (at times too) formal with his mentor Duskwing.
Description: Moosepaw is big. He a fluffy cat, with thick yet soft fur, and his fur is long enough that it is often too much for him to keep consistently well groomed. But the apprentice is more than just fluffy: underneath the fur is a well built, strong cat. Though not especially agile, he often makes up for it with physical strength and stamina. The bulky cat also has two different colored eyes, one green and one brown.
Backstory: Moosepaw was born a kittypet, and an only kit at that. He had a strange kithood, growing up alone with his mother for the first three moons of his life. When the Twolegs who cared for him and his mother stopped filling their foodbowls, his mother decided that they were better off hunting for themselves. The lazy mice around the barn were easy prey, so Moosepaw's mother assumed they could travel off of the Twoleg's territory for a couple moons and hunt on the way.
Moosepaw's mother was wrong. She was a bad hunter, who had never learned proper techniques while lazing about in a barn full of fat mice she hardly ate. The journey was a hard two moons, mostly subsisting off awful smelling and tasting carrion. Near the end of the journey, unknowingly on the edge of WillowClan territory, Moosepaw and his mother came across a badger. Moosepaw and his mother (mostly his mother) fought desperately against the creature, but it was hopeless from the start. Moosepaw fled after sustaining a heavy injury to his right flank, but Moosepaw's mother was too injured to even flee.
Mate: None
Kits: None

[Bartimaeus]

Loki

Loki

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Gender: Tom
Age: 34 moons
Rank: Warrior
Personality: Loki is a fairly stoic cat. This, mixed with his large, dark appearance makes him seem somewhat unapproachable. To a degree, this is true. Before the death of his mate, Loki was more expressive and talkative, but he is in the recovery stages of his grief and this makes him a bit more impassive. Having been a loner for about seven moons before partnering with Snow for another 8 clanless-moons, Loki is a cat who knows how to defend himself, and as such is nowhere near as trusting of others as his son is. Despite his offish demeanor, his attitude changes when it comes to Ash. He's a very doting father, and adores his son more than anything. The small kit is often on his mind, and he worries about the youngling even when they are amidst the clan-grounds.

Appearance: Loki is a rather tall cat with a thick black coat. The sides of his face are bordered softly with tufts of silvery fur that sit underneath his ears and just above the thickest part of his coat, which forms a sort of mane covering his neck and throat. His coat continues black down his body until it reaches his strong back legs and slim tail, where swathes of silvery fur mix in with the usual pitch coal color. His form can be somewhat imposing, being moderately larger than most cats, but still holds a litheness to it, naturally. This visage is only enhanced by a gaze that seems almost arresting at times, coming from his watchful, silvery-bluish eyes.

Backstory: Loki spent the first 12 or so moons of his life as the kittypet of a rather uncaring twoleg owner. An owner he never felt particularly attached to, which made his decision to abandon his cushy home for the swathe of woods nearby pretty easy. The new life of living in the wild wasn't exactly an easy one, but it could have been worse. Admittedly though, he wasn't alone in his new life for long. Some moons after he left his old home, he stumbled across a... somewhat amiable she-cat called Snow. It wasn't too long before the two hit it off and lived together for a time. Inevitably, they eventually mated, causing the she-cat to give birth to a singular kit. Sadly, Ash's birth didn't go as well as one would hope, and Snow passed. Loki was stricken with grief at the death of his close friend - but predators offered no solace. It wasn't long before a Coyote sniffed its way towards the scent of a birthing animal. Stumbling upon a small kit and a grieving father, the Coyote seemed to have hit the dinner jackpot. It looked rather grim for the wildcat and his new son, but Loki would fight until his last breath to defend the small babe. Ash watched in horror as the two danced around one another, swipes rending flesh and the smaller black figure deftly avoiding deadly bites as best he could. It was in one moment that the black-furred cat landed a lucky strike that would save both their lives, his sharp claws slashing across the hungry right eye of the Coyote. It recoiled and howled in pain, giving Loki a chance to lift his son into his maw and sprint away as fast as he could, though not without a number of worrying wounds. But he couldn't stop, no matter how much it hurt.
After a time though he couldn't help but slow to a limp, the gash across his hind leg and another across his hindquarters sapping the energy from him rapidly. He carried his son as far as he could from their would-be predator, but eventually collapsed in a small clearing.
Next thing he knew, he was surrounded by the blurry faces of WillowClan.
Mate: N/A
Kits: Ash of 3 Moons.

Ash

Ash

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Gender: Tom
Age: 3 moons
Rank: Kit
Personality: Ash is, as one would expect from a young kit, very curious. He is always trying to explore the area around him, sometimes trying to wander a bit too far, only to be corralled back to the nursery.
Appearance: Ash's coat is very thick and tufty. It appears to be a mixture of Loki's coal-black coat, mixed with a bit of silverish and chalky tones - colors that he inherited from his mother.

[The Elvenqueen]

Name: Frogkit
Gender: She-cat
Age: 4 moons
Rank: Kit

Personality: Quite pacifistic and peaceful, Frogkit isn't much of a fighter but don't be lulled into a false sense of security. Just because she doesn't enjoy using her claws, doesn't mean she can't be troublesome! Frogkit has an insatiable curiosity for the world around her and can be found bugging Spidernose and any old cat in the Clan who will listen with questions of "Why? Why? Why?" near-constantly. It's best not to turn your back on her for too long or else you never know what she might get into. There has to be a way for Fernstar to make use of all this energetic curiosity, surely?

Appearance: Quite a bit fluffier than her sister, Frogkit seems to have taken after their mother's long, thick pelt rather than their father's sleek, short hair. She's the same cream colour, but her face, legs and tail are tortoiseshell instead of solid brown and of course sports the Siamese blue eyes as well.

Backstory: Her mother is a loner who makes her home in the area surrounding WillowClan's territory, their father is a purebred Siamese kittypet with a penchant for wandering quite far from home, who apparently took enough shine to Frogkit and Spidernose's mother to see her twice and father a second litter with her. She was simply named "Frog" at birth, and though she doesn't remember her other siblings' names, she was sure she had been part of a litter of at least three kits. Frog's mother nursed and cared for her for the first two moons of the kit's life, and once she was weaned, brought her to her elder sister Spidernose and asked her to return Frog to WillowClan as a sign of friendship between their mother and the Clan - though she knew she could never become a warrior of the Clan, she could gift them one more of her kits to add to their ranks, since Spidernose spoke so fondly of the Clan and seemed to have settled in well. Though she doesn't need milk, Frog, now named Frogkit, still needs to be watched with a careful eye as she has boundless energy, she has shown a particular interest in exploring the medicine den as of late. Perhaps she will spend more time in the medicine cat den in the future, only time will tell...
Mate: None for now, too young
Kits: None for now, she is one!