A slim, dark gray she-cat with light yellow eyes. She was born to Blackclaw and Eveningmeadow, who is now deceased, alongside her littermates Morningglory and Dandelionpaw, who died during her apprenticeship. Since she was young she tried to make an effort to keep cool and not lose sight of the happier things in life. Orchidbloom was, unsurprisingly, devastated at the premature death of her sister, Dandelionpaw, but knew she had to keep strong for her remaining littermate. To this day, she still tries to convince Morningglory to relax and take a breather. However, she still has a difficult time talking about her late father and sister.

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Born with a purpose unknown to her, Poppy lived the first two years of her life under strict watch. Expected to behave a certain way, to keep her identity hidden, as if she was nothing more than a ghost. Unsure of her lineage, she only knew of her brother (or adopted brother, actually) and the father like figure that taught her everything she knows. In secret, he taught her to defend herself, to stand up for herself, and to be damn good at it. Medium length but thick fur the color of burnt copper covers her athletic build, making her a rare and unique sight. What really catches the eye is the two scars that cover the left side of her face, received by an enemy when she was merely a kit. There's a fire that resides in her emerald green gaze. She is determined to fight, to live. She is loving and loyal until the end, even if her sharp tongue and fondness of violence might sometimes speak otherwise.

Breathe. One. Two. Three. And Out. Don't forget to repeat. A timid creature, beautiful and reserved. Vixenbloom is a cat you might not notice. She's good at hiding and staying out of sight. She prefers this even. Yet if you are to make contact, you'll be surprised to find that Vixenbloom has a lashing tongue that seems ill-fitting to a cat who otherwise seems innocent and doll-like. Vixenbloom is mostly this way defensively, since she doesn't fare too well when put in stressful situations, especially with eyes on her. It's unfortunate she is this way, because she is talented, a strong and swift foe on the battlefield and a deadly huntress that manages to bring back kills even in the worst of weather. She is capable physically in many ways, but is held back mentally. And so, Vixenbloom makes a fine warrior left to herself mostly. You'll rarely find her on patrols that require her to actively participate with others, and training apprentices would be iffy at best. You might ask why? Has she always been this way? Is there a point she could change? All good questions. The why is simple; it's just how she is. And furthermore, yes, she's been this way most of her life. Change? Perhaps. Yet that all comes down to her. So far life is unchallenged. She does her duties and has a nest to sleep in. She spends her free time exploring on her own. Loneliness so far has yet to bother her. What reason would she have to work on that part of herself? That is the ultimate question.

One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it’s worth watching. That’s the life ambition of Tigerstorm. He doesn’t want a boring existence, he wants one full of excitement and accomplishment. Some may say he’s overly bold and way too reckless but he never sees it that way. He can just seem to tell if he could pull off a particular feat. If he doesn’t think he can, he just might try anyway. Tigerstorm is a handsome orange tabby with black stripes. He has a white chest and belly. His pale green eyes only add to his already good looks. Someday he hopes to find the right she cat who will make him complete.

A stocky dark grey tom with pale green eyes. Hailing from a long line of displaced and migrant cats, Rookbriar just wants a home and a strong family unit of his own. It is his one true desire, and he would do most anything to attain it. A hopeless romantic, he is easily charmed and holds a positive view of pretty much any cat he runs across. He is friendly, kind, and warm to all, with a harmless but endearing sense of humor that amuses rather than abuses. Despite his youth, Rookbriar is fatherly and responsible, quick to help anyone who needs him and offer advice when he can. He is dependable, hardworking, and protective, willing to sacrifice his life for those he perceives to be in his care, which is pretty much everyone. While he is good-natured and true, he can be oblivious and easily fooled, choosing to ignore or overlook the unsavory parts of others, especially those dearest to him. He prefers not to rock the boat as much as possible and often refrains from speaking up, sometimes to the detriment of himself or, unfortunately, other cats. Maintaining peace is of utmost importance to him, even if it means hiding the truth or pressuring (i.e. guilting) others to remain quiet about transgressions against them. Not particularly self-reflective, Rookbriar perceives himself as a good cat and doesn't understand when some felines -- including his own children -- hold resentment against him for his methods. In this way he can be stubborn, refusing to adjust his moral framework because he believes what he does is for the greater good, failing to take into consideration how it could impact the individual.

There is a dancer in his steps, a lively spirit and laughing heart; he is charm personified. His bright golden eyes always alive with a song and dance to bring alive the dreams painted within his words. His personage stands tall and firm, carrying with it the weight of pride wrapped carefully among soft fur and small stature to lessen the brunt of it. It weighs heavily on him all the same, the unyielding spine of his own stubbornness and ambition so carefully hidden away but never repressed. He dreams of both love and glory, of a fairytale ending and epics told long after he passes on. Of a legacy left behind and carried by the same proud shoulders of those who come after him. Despite all these grand dreams he carries alongside it a playful temper that has him playing when he's happy and whining when he's not. He is not one to restrain his joy nor is he one to hide his sadness; emotions flowing freely to the surface. Why stop himself from laughing when he enjoys it so much, why stop himself from teasing when it brings smiles to others. His ambitions will not be daunted by his unrestrained nature. Why stop himself from laughing when he enjoys it so much, why stop himself from teasing when it brings smiles to others. His ambitions will not be daunted by his unrestrained nature. Those he loves he grasps onto with an unrestrained fervor, attaching himself so closely that he makes it impossible to peel him away without also bring harm to themselves.

Scatteredmind is a battered tabby tom with half a missing ear and one damaged eye. His one good eye is a light brown that has dulled and seems lost to the void. A tom with an unexplained history, he had lost his mind before he had even joined Cinderclan, and spends the day muttering to himself while he stares out at the volcano that Cinderclan has made their home. When others talk to him Scatteredmind will smile, seemingly enjoying the chance at a conversation, but is often unable to hold down a normal conversation and will change the conversation to unrelated subjects. Others have the tendency of avoiding Scatteredmind because of his bizarre habits, but if it does bother Scatteredmind he doesn't really show it.

A gray and white selkirk rex with light brown eyes. Her fur is unnaturally curl and she spends an abnormal amount of time grooming it throughout the day. Born to a family with high expectations for their children, Sheepwool has put a lot of work into living up to those expectations and becoming something that her family can be proud of. Even after she had left the nest and moved on to forge her own life, she carried those expectations with her and continues to place pressure on herself to be flawless. She is a bit prissy and enjoys looking nice, which makes it difficult at times as sometimes she will get covered in mud or dirt when out on patrol. She tends to complain about the duties she has to complete because she doesn't want to ruin her coat and natural beauty. Due to her attitude about wanting to remain perfect, many tend to view Sheepwool as stuck up and a bit of a diva. It is not unnatural for Sheepwool to lose her patience and snap at others should they ruin her effort of remaining perfect. Under it all though Sheepwool longs for something different and is tired of all the effort she puts into the facade she has created. She wants the chance of being wild, free, and her authentic self, but her entire life has been dedicated to creating this image of perfection, and how could she get rid of it now?

Named after Batflower's childhood friend, Venuskit. An orange and white tom with slight tabby markings and amber eyes. Though Pumpkinspice didn’t know what Batflower’s friend looked like, he had spoken about him so often that Pumpkinspice felt it right to honor him. Venuskit seems to have inherited his mother’s bottomless stomach, although he is far smarter in what he eats (aka, actual food). As he got older he inherited his father’s passion for flowers but not in the same ways as his siblings. He likes to use herbs to spice up his food after he heard the hairless cat known as Sunshine speak about a Twoleg Chef who used to cook him food. While Venusrift has no idea what a chef is he’s ran with the idea and experiments with whatever he thinks tastes good.

Is there anything more beautiful than a field of flowers? The lovely smell of lavender on a particularly stressful evening, or the rather silly sight of a bumblebee nearly falling into the funnel of a tulip. Even the bright and cheery sunflower, everything about flowers is just so wonderful. There’s a lot more to flowers than meets the eye, and Calamitylight loves every bit of it. From the meanings of each flower, to just their natural beauty, there’s nothing more that he would love more than just spending time with flowers. Unlike his sister, Chestnutfreckle, he doesn’t care about any uses they may have. While she cares deeply about herbs and learning their medicinal properties, all Calamitylight loves is their wonderful smell and beauty. Perhaps this was a love inherited from his father, Batflower, who was well-known for his passion for nature. Now, Calamitylight has turned this passion into his own. With his black pelt, he also holds a similar appearance to his father, though not nearly as much as Batwiggle does. It’s his eyes that really sets them apart. His yellow-orange eyes, a different shade than the soft honey of Batflower, or the enchanting yellow of Batwiggle. There’s also differences in their fur, however. Unlike his father, Calamitylight’s pelt is a full black, instead of a smoky ash color. He’s a rather small cat, and any muscle that he holds is hidden in his short but fluffy fur. There is a cut in his right ear, shaped almost as if a bite had been taken out of it. As such, it’s a running joke that his mother, Pumpkinspice, had taken a chunk out when he was a very young kit. Of course, it’s probably not true, but since it has always been there, no one can exactly say it’s wrong. Despite the fact that each of his siblings were named after someone important to either Batflower or Pumpkinspice that were no longer in this world, he was the only one whose namesake was still alive. Calamityshrine, his adoptive grandpa and his namesake. It only stands to reason that someone named after an oddball like Cal would also be a bit of an oddity himself.

Lionfang is a large, long-fanged, light cream tabby tom with a lion-like Maine, a white left paw, and passionate fern-green eyes. Lionfang was born to Larkleaf, a deceased CinderClan Elder, and Quietstrike, a CinderClan Elder. He was born alongside his siblings Tallwhisker and Houndkit. Lionfang often strikes fear into young kits and apprentices with his frightening appearance, which he gets a kick out of, but struggles with its inconveniences. Its light cream color makes it incredibly difficult to hunt, and his size makes it stick out even more. Countering this, he is an excellent fighter. His body moves before his mind does, making his moves almost random, but accurate, at times. His sharp-toothed-grip, and sheer force, make him a deadly opponent. Although, Lionfang struggles in battles of wit and speed since he's always relied on his strength and sharp instincts. He likes playing jokes, and telling stories that may, or may not, be true. Overall, cats find it difficult to trust him with the enigma swarming around his true nature, seeming like he's better fitted for HollowClan than CinderClan. His surviving brother, Tallwhisker, being no help, gives away no information on his brother as they are closer than most littermates.

Tallwhisker is a long-legged, lithe, light cream tabby tom with white paws, noticeably long whiskers, and yellowish-green eyes. Tallwhisker was born to Larkleaf, a deceased CinderClan Elder, and Quietstrike, a CinderClan Elder. He was born alongside his siblings Lionfang and Houndkit. Tallwhisker is an awful flirt; his boldness makes it hard to tell whether he genuinely meant something or not, but his loyalty to CinderClan could never be doubted. A swift, quick-footed tom, unlike his only surviving brother, Lionfang, had to manage with his mind and cleverness to make himself useful. His bright pelt makes him quick to be spotted by prey, but luckily he's normally able to outrun them. Tallwhisker is one of the few that trusts Lionfang, and uncharacteristically dislikes Quietstrike with a passion. Tallwhisker lets nothing but his love for his brother override his dedication to his Clan. He doesn’t seem to be, despite what he says, interested in anyone on a personal level other than his brother.

Hickorytail is a black-brown tom with deep brown spots, a long tail, messy fur, and jade-green eyes. Hickorytail is a soft-voiced and calm-spirited tom. His silent demeanor makes some cats find him creepy, while some cats find peace. Taking care of his and his mate’s, Deerleap, kits, Dewkit, Littlekit, and Brownkit, is difficult for him, but he tries his best. He finds comfort in Dewkit's love of sleep but struggles with dealing with Littlekit and Brownkit. Hickorytail is on most hunting patrols, as his dark pelt hides him from the prey, and his surprising strength makes it easy to kill. Hickorytail finds the company of younger kits appealing, as older cats are challenging.

Born a Cinderclan cat, He stayed behind hoping to find his littermate who had not made it into the main party. He was unsuccessful in finding her so he started after the others, following every trail he could find. He dodged the wraiths at times and narrowly escaped a few times he made it back. he hopes to find solace in that so many others Did make it to this safe space. He is a Strong Orangey-red Tabby tom. He has not had a mate yet. He is roughly 20 moons old.

The days come and go, but the forest stands strong. the scars on the trees telling old stories, and the wind whispering old memories. Memoriesrapture, a calm and graceful cat, with steps as gentle as a floating feather. Her tabby coat and hazel eye blending into the forest floor. This she-cat isn't all grace though, with a temper to match the cruel nature of the forest, and the ability to make the hardest decisions. In her eyes, the heart comes last. She must do what she needs to for the sake of her clan. At a young age Memoriesrapture was stolen from her home with her loner family, and forced as a slave to a rogue group. Eventually, opportunity arose, and she made her escape finding herself lost in a beautiful forest, and became an apprentice to one of the old clans. Having survived the attack by the wraiths, and having to watch the clans be stripped away, she chose to join those who fled for a better home. from a young slave, to a brave apprentice, then finally a wise warrior. Memoriesrapture stuck with the cats who formed Cinderclan, even more determined to protect those she calls home.

Cobaltnight is a complete black tom with green greyish eyes, his prefix comes from his color of eye and his suffix comes from his color of pelt, he's the normal one of the trio, while his brother is always grumpy, and sister is always silly - he is the voice of reason. Serious and a cold to the adults his personality changes around the younger ones, he is always on the move and trying to build the apprentices. He's the teacher of the three of them, and loves every second of it and not only with apprentices he loves too be around the kits, having all the days without exception a visit to the nursery.

A dark gray, almost black at first glance, she-cat with yellow eyes that burn just as fiercely as the fire that disfigured her. Pyromaniac has patches of missing fur that exposes scorched raw skin and is missing most of her ears with obvious signs they were singed off. Don't let her fool you though, she can still hear perfectly fine even without the tops of her ears! Pyromaniac is a former kittypet turned wild after she accidentally caused the deaths of her owners and destruction of her home by knocking over a burning candle. When her owner placed the candle onto the kitchen table Pyromaniac's curiosity got the better of her. At first she just stared at the flickering flame that created a soft glow in the normally dark room. Then she inched closer, her nose barely hovering next to the wick, and felt the fire warm the tip of her nose. What came next is up for debates on whether it was an accident or intentional. Pyromaniac pawed the candle into the floor, and watched with a twisted look of joy as the flame caught the wooden kitchen chair on fire. The flames rapidly spread throughout the house in seconds. At first the kitten was delighted to see the brilliant glow light the entire house and the tall flames warm her very soul, but the delight was short lived as thick heavy smoke billowed around her and caused a burning sensation to ripple through her chest. Pyromaniac attempted to run to her owner's bedroom, only to see some furniture in the hallway had toppled over and trapped her owners inside the bedroom. As the fire and smoke engulfed her, Pyromaniac did the only thing she knew how to do, and hid underneath something. As fire destroyed her home and burned her body, she awakened to discover two-legs tirelessly working on her and treating her wounds. Once the broken pieces were put together Pyromaniac stayed huddled in her metal prison that the two-legs had put her in for weeks until eventually a new family attempted to adopt her. No longer seeing herself worthy to be a pet, Pyromaniac slipped out of the two-legs grasp, and disappeared into the surrounding foliage. She traveled for moons before eventually coming across Cinderclan and making the clan her new home. The fiery landscape reminding Pyromaniac of the short lived joy she felt when everything burned down around her. Pyromaniac has poor fighting capabilities and chronic issues due to the effects of the fire, but she is aware of these limitations and attempts to accommodate them with her intelligence and grace. She is a fast learner and views herself as more of a support to her clan versus someone to be on the front lines. She likes to tinker with herbs to create new mixtures to treat chronic conditions and has plenty of ideas on how to make the clan a better place to live, but often her ideas are unrealistic or her mixture of herbs unsafe to try on live patients. Pyromaniac is a she-cat with an odd personality that diverges from intense mania to weird periods of lacking emotions. Usually though Pyromaniac loves to go on adventures and is solicitous in personality. She loves to find the positives in negative situations and adores making new friends or making other cats in the clan feel important. She is quick to praise other people and is eager to try new things if she is invited to participate. Sometimes Pyromaniac's high energy personality can cause reckless behaviors and unrealistic self-confidence, but she can typically be talked down by others unless she is absolutely fixated on whatever it is she is trying to do. Despite all she has been through due to the fire she started, Pyromaniac still has an eerie fascination with fire and will sometimes find ways to start small fires if given a chance to be on her own. This causes those who are close to her concern about leaving her on her own.

A dessert brown and ginger brindle tabby she-cat with adorning tiffany-blue teal eyes. A white underbelly, paws, and mussel. She has a very stoic expression, but much like her uncle, she means none of it. She loves to give and receive attention and love. Born to Lynxcrawl, a Warrior of CinderClan, she doesn’t know who her father is. She is very careful with her movements. Even while loving on another. She likes to help take care of others, which fuels her while hunting. Featherpaw has strong legs which make activities like climbing and jumping easy for her. She is found most often in the Nursery and Elder’s Den. Mentored by Rookbriar, she holds a similar belief that all cats have good hearts.

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MATE: Unknown | KITS: Crispkit & expecting

The wind ensnares anything that comes in it's path, knocking down anything that comes in it's path. Ruthless and merciless it will stop at nothing until it reaches it's destination. The winds build the fires up and lets them burn towards the stars. The winds pull the seas into a rage that will drown anything unfortunate to remain near. Once you become entangled in such a force, you might as well write your dying wishes because there is no escaping once you've become ensnared. Entangledsnare lives up to her name. She is a force to be reckoned with and has never learned the meaning of give up. She will fight until she can no longer stand, and even then she will try and force her way though it. Having once lived a very quiet and peaceful solitude, she had her life shaken up when a fire came over the barn she resided. She lost two of her baby's in said fire and has never been the same since. She has a hard time looking at Crispfern. As she was the runt of the litter, Entangledsnare merely cares enough fo9r her to survive, having never been fond of her. It is not uncommon for her to look after another Queen's kits then her own daughter. Very high maintenance it is not easy to please this woman. Her long coat is always taken care of and it is rare to find her in a mess or flustered.

MATE: Hickorytail | KITS: Dewkit, Littlekit, Brownkit

Deerleap is a pretty, golden-brown she-cat with a light brown swirl pattern, white paws, and dark yellow eyes. Deerleap is a bright-minded and swift she-cat. She's drifted from her usual peppy and fiery personality since dealing with three tiring kits at once, Dewkit, Littlekit, and Brownkit. She's protective of her kits and has grown exhausted from chasing one after the other, but her strong will remains. She's sweet on the other kits but is often too tired or busy to entertain them. She's close with her mate, Hickorytail, who takes care of their kits while she sleeps. Deerleap takes pride in CinderClan and isn't welcoming to cats from other Clans. Her loyalty and strong spirit are what gave her value to CinderClan.

MATE: Unknown | KITS: Drainingkit

Possumwillow is a smoked black she-cat with ambar eyes, her prefix Possum comes from her scruffy pelt and suffix willow comes from her kindness, she is more skittish than a mouse who’s been cornered and her tail is always nervously twitching, but she is a great warrior. But don’t tell her that, she will start panicking thinking it’s a joke. She's nervous and distrustful that became more frecuent with the birth of her son; Drainingfuel, as she's so nervous and stress her son was born with fever coat even if it wasn't dangerous for his health she was even more nervous and stress than she was in the pregnancy because she thought it was a disease and her kitten could be affected or die for this anomaly.

Tinywish an abnormally small she-cat with startling sapphire eyes. She has a brown and white splotched pelt with oversized pointy ears. She seems to have a condition that makes it difficult for her to breathe when she overexerts herself or becomes overly upset, but she is unsure what causes her conditions and has had this chronic problem for as long as she can remember. As a result Tinywish was shielded from the outside world for the first half of her kithood by her mother, living in a rabbit den underground, until the day her mother didn't return from her daily hunting trip. This led to Tinywish leaving the safety of the den to find her mother, but eventually becoming lost due to her poor attention span and accidentally wandering into Cinderclan territory. Tinywish has a big personality and a lot of energy. She has a difficult time staying focused and is easily distracted by things that would fall into the background for most cats. She views herself as strong and unbeatable, but due to her small stature and chronic condition she can easily be overpowered. That's if they can catch her first, of course! Her small size provides her with the ability to easily dodge and quickly maneuver without exerting too much energy. Tinywish has big dreams of changing the world while she is in it, and of course, a simple dream of finding her mother. For now though, she will enjoy the simple pleasures that Cinderclan has to offer.

The ferns are the perfect place to hide. Even when shrouded in the ashes from a fire's blaze. Sometimes that the best thing, to just hide from the storm and keep yourself safe. Sometimes that's the only way to stay safe after all, when you have yourself and the protection of nature. More space to run and flee - less confinement to keep your ensnared. Having lost her brother in a barn fire she has never recovered. Now with burning trust issues from her own neglectful mother, Crispfern is also unable to be in tight spaces without going into a full blown panic attack. Timid and afraid of most things she is uncertain if the clan life is something that will best suit her. Very harsh on herself she is worried she will hold back her clanmates and be nothing but a burden. However her story is yet to be told.

"Bravery is a fleeting beast, isn't it? Always there to get you into trouble, but quick to disappear once you're where you want to be." Found in the new territory after the journey was over, Ashkit was taken in by Cinderclan and raised as one of their own. With no parents, he was raised collectively by the clan, therefor adapting and collecting many of the traits of those around him. Ashlake is very down to earth and always thoughtful, even if he masks it by seeming aloof most days. He's honorable, methodical, and trusting; all sometimes to a fault. His appearance seems to embody the aesthetic of Cinderclan with a solid gray slightly fluffy pelt and golden amber eyes. He's wise, skilled, and doesn't mind taking on responsibility when needed.

Gray tabby tom with blue-gray eyes. Sees life as one big adventure. Enjoys hanging out with friends. Has a knack for getting into trouble, nothing serious though, just mischievous. He and his sister were orphaned and were found by Tigerstorm while the cats were traveling to their new home. Only has the faintest recollection of his parents.

Gray tabby she cat with steel gray eyes and a pink nose. Her two front feet are white and she also has a white bib. Can tend to be shy at times but overall she is a kind and loyal cat. She doesn’t like to see cats arguing and will try to act as a mediator. She is very helpful around the camp and is willing to do any job no matter how menial. Tigerstorm found her and her brother after they had been orphaned. She doesn’t remember her parents very well.

Dewkit is a deep brown she-cat with a lighter brown swirl pattern, white paws, and jade-green eyes. Dewkit was born to Deerleap, a CinderClan Queen, and Hickorytail, a CinderClan Warrior, alongside her littermates, Littlekit and Brownkit. She tends to be quiet and a bit clueless about others' feelings. Dewkit is quick to disobey rules to satisfy her own curiosity. Avoiding her Mother and Father as much as she can, she watches her siblings create massive, chaotic problems without ever trying to stop them. Her favorite things include watching the birds that circle the area and sleeping in the shade.

Littlekit is a small, pretty, golden-brown she-cat with dark brown spots, a long tail, and bright yellow eyes. Littlekit was born to Deerleap, a CinderClan Queen, and Hickorytail, a CinderClan Warrior, along with her littermates, Dewkit and Brownkit. Littlekit is quiet and unimaginably troublesome. Anyone to trust this kit will soon find themselves in the middle of mischief at its finest. Littlekit is well-known for planting fire-ants into the pelts of cats she's angry with, getting an earful afterward from Deerleap. Littlekit is usually the one to lead, while Brownkit follows into more trouble: constantly bothering Quietstrike.

Brownkit is a black-brown tom with black spots, messy fur, and dark yellow eyes. Brownkit was born to Deerleap, a CinderClan Queen, and Hickorytail, a CinderClan Warrior, along with his littermates, Dewkit and Littlekit. Brownkit is energetic and chaotic, going from kit to kit, trying to find a playmate to keep up with him. Brownkit is always trying to make himself a Warrior, trying to beat Warriors while sparring. Most try to avoid him out of pure annoyance, but he takes non of it to heart. Under normal circumstances, he's following Littlekit into eventful adventures and then telling Dewkit all the stories of what they did. His biggest obstacle is Deerleap, whose hawk eyes are always watching for him, while his father is less strict.

• The birth of Clearmoon was a "Winter Wonder". Her Mother was said to not be able to have kits, but her father and Mother tried anyways. Clearmoon was born on Christmas Day, December 25th, 2022. Her parents called her their "Christmas miracle". White like the snow, and clear like ice, they decided to name her Clear. Clearmoon spent her first 3 moons living with her parents and Two-legs. However, when she turned 3 Moons old, March, 25, 2023, and began to eat soft food, her twolegs grabbed her and put her in box. They took her into the CinderClan's territory and left her there. She spent at least 2 days in the box and then walked out of it crying for help. In the late afternoon, as the moon was rising, a patrol of CinderClan warrior's found her took her back to camp. They renamed her Clearkit, and gave her a new home and cats who would be there for her. Clearmoon holds everything sacred. Everything has a purpose in her life, the people she meets and the things she does. After every hunt, she thanks StarClan for it's life. After every fight, she asks forgiveness for hurting the thing she hurt, even if she had no choice too. She hates fighting and prefers to look at herbs and heal the wounded and sick. She has her eyes on becoming a medicine cat, and will do all it takes to become one. She prays to StarClan, seeking their guidance, she tries her best to give honest opinions when asked to. To the Clan she seems to be destined for greatness, how and when, it is only time that will tell when she rises to the occasion.

Leopardsun before joining CinderClan on May 26, 2023 (3 Moons), was a rogue who had lost his parents to a gang of rogues. They had been out hunting when the gang showed up and attacked them. A band of cats came and chased the rogues away, Leopardsun was the only survivor. He had been born on January 3rd, 2023, in an abandoned house to his parents, Lion (His Father) and Cheetah (Her Mother). They lived his first 3 moons in the abandoned house until he was old enough to travel. They moved around in other abandoned places, before his parents deaths. The band of cat who saved him, tooking him with them to their place. Now he is helping to form CinderClan, he will remain loyal to his Clan until he dies. Leopardsun is a very cheerful tom-cat who always seems upbeat and happy, no matter the circumstances. He is a leader who tries to help his clan out no matter what happens. He is reliable and is someone who everyone can look up too. He is a beliver in StarClan and upholds the Warrior Code. Leopardsun is a handsome orange-brown tom with dark stripes and spots and bright yellow eyes Even as a cat who hasn't quite fully developed, Leopardsun is a good-looking young tom. His body is built for climbing as well as defense, but he isn't too burly or large that he becomes overpowering. His face is angled and shaped like that of a full grown tom and his white whiskers poke out far from his face. His nose is a dark shade of red and is surrounded by a layer of black that fades into his fur. As for his pelt color itself, he is a mix of many shades of tan, orange, and light brown, giving him just the start of his leopard name. Adding to the effect of his name even more so, he is covered in both black and dark brown spots and stripes, ranging in size and shape. His face, legs, and tail are primarily accented with stripes while his torso is covered in large dapples. The back of his ears are a dark brown, his eyes and chin are lined with white, and his eyes themselves are a bright shade of yellow.

Drainingfuel is smoke black Tom of long fur with amber eyes, his prefix comes from his fur when he was an apprentice and kit having the fever coat even if it wasn't dangerous to his helth he had a very distintive pattern from other smoke cats and reciving the prefix draining, his suffix comes from his personality being hiperactive from all his childhood and even as a warrior to non stop playing and running around like as if the tiredness doesn't exist, apart of this part of his personality whose is the most highlighting he's childish and curious being a pain to deal to his clanmates. If he founds someone who is a bit interested in him to be his friend he'll be the most annoying cat you'll ever seen mostly drawing away everycat who tried to talk to him but he doesn't care much because he has no problem with talking with any cat or getting in someone's else conversation.

Lavenderwhisker's life with her birth parents was short lived. Only a few weeks old and she lost everything to a gang of rogues. They attacked her parents and killed them. She was tossed under three heavy rocks, that the gang couldn't get through. She heard her parents' cries as they were torn to pieces. A yowl of other cats sounded and then snarls and growls as the gang was pushed back across the border of the CinderClan. The gang ran away and the other cats began to bury her parents. Lavenderwhisker came out of the rocks and wailed as she saw her parents laying lifeless on the ground. A she-cat came up to her and tried to comfort her as best as they could. Eventually, they picked her up and carried her to their camp. CinderClan's Territory, became her new home, she was renamed Lavenderkit. She was taken care of by the Queens of the Clan until she became an apprentice. As an apprentice she became good at tracking and developed good instincts and intuition. Using them as she grows up to become a warrior. Now as a warrior she uses her intuition and instincts to guide her life. As a kit she had developed a love for herbs and healing, not wanting to become a warrior, she tries her best to learn but struggles. But eventually she finds her way. Lavenderwhisker is a short, short-furred, orange-eyed she-cat.

Quietstrike is a lithe, soft-furred, dark-brown tabby tom with long whiskers, passionate fern-green eyes, and who is now half deaf due to old age. Quietstrike is a grumpy, old tom who'd once been a CinderClan warrior. Quietstrike is extremely displeased being bothered by kits and doesn't even seem all too interested in his own. In his warrior days, Quietstrike was well-known for being silent and stealthy. His violence on the battlefield was noted and gave his warrior name. In his late senior warrior years, he fathered three kits with his former mate, Larkleaf, before she was mysteriously killed. His Clanmates mourned for him after his young kit, Houndkit, accidentally ate deathberries and died. As he was around one-hundred-twenty moons, and his mate and kit died, he retired his Warrior Rank and became an Elder. He tries his hardest to discourage Tallwhisker by comparing him with Lionfang for unknown reasons. He doesn't pay Lionfang too much attention but acknowledges his accomplishments.

Looking at him, there is no way you would ever think he was a young and spry cat. His whole body aches around the clock, grunts of pain seem to come as natural as breathing - most kits would never believe he was anything but an old man. However back in his day, Grizzlysnap was one of the most nimble cats around. He had more stamina then the kits, and could hunt and train for entire days. Maybe that the way he is now? It wasn't until he was involved in a border skirmish did love ever come to mind. Giggle all you want, but he was smitten at first sight. Her name was Sonarbat, and she was the most gorgeous she-cat he ever laid eyes on. It had taken many moons for Grizzlysnap to get Sonarbat to fall in love with him, but he thanks Starclan every day that she finally gave in to his persistent trying. Only thing was she was from another clan. They finally managed to make it work and she came to stay with him in Dayclan, and shortly after they had kits together. This was when his life was the best. The love of his life, four beautiful kits, and a clan to protect. They had a picture perfect life together until one day There was a fight with Nightclan, to which someone was very petty towards Sonarbat and use this as a chance for revenge and sprayed her eyes with sand. She was fine at first, but her eyes slowly started to get worse and worse, until she could no longer see. She was retired to the Elders den early due to her limited abilities to which she was shattered. When he finally joined her, he stayed by her side and was sure to remind her how wonderful she was. He adores his children Fawnleap, Salamanderglow, Lynxcrawl, and Possumwillow. When they come and visit him and Sonarbat, these are his best moments. His siblings Polarstorm and Blackclaw followed his retirement shortly after, and they are a lively bunch when they want to be.

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