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Flintfang was born in ThunderClan to Tatteredleaf and Logpounce. He had two sisters, Bushfang and Chervilpaw, the latter of which passed away at a young age. As an apprentice, Flintfang caused trouble and rejected the warrior code, he struggled with depression and felt trapped in the clans. He meant a ShadowClan apprentice, Burntpaw, who helped open his eyes to the flaws of the code. When Flintfang became a warrior, he adopted two daughters with Falconwing. Lilypaw unfourtunatley passed away young, but Mossbloom grew to become a renowned medicine cat. A flood swept through the clan territories, displacing Flintfang as well as the rest of the clans. He reunited with his family on an unknown shore and grew closer with his daughter. His relationship with Falconwing faltered, however, as Flintfang fell for a ShadowClan apprentice, Littlepaw. When the clans returned, Flintfang left ThunderClan to help Burntpaw - now Burntstag - change ShadowClan for the better. Scorchstar of ShadowClan would not see reason, and was driven out of his home along with those loyal to him. Burntstag named the new clan StagClan, and worked to reform the code. Littlesun became pregnant with Flintfang's kits. Sometime later, the ShadowClan deputy, Wildstrike, snuck back into the old camp and attempted to kill Flintfang. Burnt interviened and killed Wildstrike in defense. Devastated that he had shattered his utopia, Burnt ordered Flintfang to kill him, which he did. StagClan disbanded, and Flintfang became a rogue. He meant up with Mossbloom one last time, to say goodbye. He was never there for her, but felt something in his heart for his adopted daughter. As Flintfang left the territories, he meant Amberdawn, the medicine cat of SkyClan. An owl swooped down to kill her, and Flintfang tackled her out of the way. Beartooth and Mossbloom witnessed this, and Beartooth mistakenly took Flintfang's tackle as an act of aggression. He threw Flintfang off of Amberdawn, impaling him on a branch. Flintfang admitted to his daughter in his last words that he hated that she knew him so well. Angry with his life and the utopia that had fallen just out of reach, Flintfang died.

Personality

Intelligent, yet plagued with an endless hunger for something more than the mundane. Flintfang is crippled by his own greatest asset; his mind. The tom remains neutral and woefully apathetic to the happenings of the forest. He strives to detach himself from life all together, and yet is tied to it by his emotions themselves. Flintfang wears his heart on his pelt, despite how much he desires to separate himself from true life. In his mind, it would be naïve to think something as small as a relationship could fix his broken body. Those he loves do not deserve his scoundrel self, but rather a utopia, created in his own broken mind as he thinks his days away.

Appearance

Flintfang is a muted gray tabby cat with a white muzzle and diamond on his chest. He also sports white paws as well. His pelt is somewhat dull, with subtle straight stripes and rings. But while his fur is unassuming, Flintfang's facial features are very handsome. He has a rounded jaw, with circular green eyes, and high cheekbones. His facial expression is constantly resting in a slightly peeved state. Several nicks and scars blanket his ears, and three long scratches spread over his wide shoulders. Additional scars cover his throat and sides, fur has been torn from his pelt in some places as well. Flintfang's height is average, but he has the sturdy, muscular legs of his old tribe ancestors. His claws are long and sharp, stained forever crimson by the countless fights he has taken part in. Oftentimes Flintfang's maw will curve into a frown, and while this is an absent-minded doing, it gives him an intimidating and brooding look. Paired with the scars and the muscular build, the tom involuntarily scares off kits and younger cats alike.

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Finchstar was born to rather absent parents, and so he paved his own way. At a young age, the tom made fast friends with Brookkit, who joined him into apprenticehood as Brookpaw. They trained and learned together, with Barelytuft acting almost as a pseudo-father for the tom. Brookpaw was motivated and rose quickly in the ranks of WindClan, keeping Finchstar active to always follow in her path. As a warrior, Finchstar was given Aspenpaw as his first apprentice. Not long after that, Brookclover revealed the news to her love that she was expecting kits. When the time came, however, the kits were stillborn. In newleaf, Swiftstep retired from his deputy position, and Finchstar was named in his place. Brookclover acted as his confidant and closest advisor during this time. Not long after, a flood swept through the clan territories, killing many and separating Finchstar from his beloved. Brindlestar was found dead, and Finchstar recieved his nine lives to take her place. Trapped at Highstones with SkyClan, he made a vow to return to Brookclover and all of WindClan. The displaced clans ran to the mountains to avoid the pack of dogs that hunted them. From there, they assisted Stoneteller in killing Sharptooth, and finally returned home. Finchstar was reunited with Brookclover and meant Ravenpaw, whom she had adopted as a son during their time away from each other. Finchstar felt complete with his love, but was soon torn away from her once again when they both were killed in a sinkhole while hunting. The flooded territory still rendered itself dangerous. Finchstar arose again costing him a life, but Brookclover was dead. The leader was devastated, and contemplated leaving WindClan for good, never to create another attachment so he wouldn't be hurt again. He stayed, however, and mended relationships with both Aspenheart - now medicine cat - and Barleytuft, whom he had grown distant from during his time of grief. Through his leadership, Finchstar had proven himself to be forgiving and strived to be a haven for those who needed it. WindClan became a home for loners and clan outcasts alike. It was a place of love and life, as Brookclover would have wanted it. A new season came, and cats began to go missing. Aspenheart recieved a strange dream of the dangers lurking below the ground. Patrols went out and found their missing cats dead and stripped of their pelts. Believing this to be the work of a beast, WindClan set up traps to hinder the hunt, but found that there was no beast, but rather cats instead. Their hunters were cats of the Asylum who wore pelts of those they killed. The clan went to war, but Finchstar was captured and killed by Pakhet. He arose again and promised her he'd show her how to obtain this power. He took the Asylum cats to the moonstone, and was meant by Goldengale, who helped him hold off the cats long enough to retreat to WindClan. WindClan fought their own battle, and won. The Asylum's Nightstrikers retreated to come back another day... Seasons passed and the clan grew close again, more lonely souls were taken into WindClan for safe haven. Relations were well, and the clan was fed. Trouble struck when the Righteous Ones arrived. A xenophobic branch of StarClan who desired pureblood among felines. Torrentstar of RiverClan and Thornstar of ShadowClan were killed after having kits with one another, breaking the code. Finchstar was also targeted for how mixed and diluted WindClan had become. He refused to cast those out that didn't share blood, and denied the objectives of the Righteous Ones. Tensions grew, but WindClan rallied behind Finchstar as he defended his morals. At his final gathering, Finchstar threw himself on the line, asking the Righteous Ones to kill him instead of his clan. His lives were stripped from him all at once, but he had bought WindClan time. Finchstar died for love, never faltering and defending his ideals of unconditional adoration until the end. In StarClan, he reunited with Brookclover, his long lost love, and wanted for nothing more, content and happy, he watches WindClan from the stars.

Personality

Hopeful to a fault, Finchstar sees the world through sun-lit eyes. The tom is driven by his selfless heart and desires, wanting to bring an idealistic peace to all he cares for. He strives to know and understand others, and yet is too independent to allow the same to be done to him. Finchstar leaves his mind wide open, cherishing life itself and the adventure that comes with it. There is no friendlier cat with a knack for intuition. And the tom's cheekiness and skill in conversation is unrivaled. However his greatest strength is also his greatest weakness. Finchstar's optimism will blind his very eyes.

Appearance

Finchstar, like his WindClan brethren, is tall and lean. His tail is unusually long, complementing his chiseled physique. Unlike most moor cats, the tom is an orange and white tabby, standing out starkly from the usual pelts of brown and black. He has a splash of ginger on his nose in the shape of a star, and yellow eyes to sit above it. Finchstar's face is well-formed and thin, his jawline is cut and ears are pointed, bearing many nicks and scratches. His left leg has also been subject to a dog's bite, leaving the faint markings of fangs. Another long scar marks his stomach from his fall on a rock. While the tom may be lean, his muscles are well formed from many moons of running the moors, and has calloused pads to show for it. The leader's expression seems to always rest in an amused state. He is always smiling, and his eyes convey much emotion.

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Leaftwirl was part of Tigerleaf's litter of four. Her kithood was happy and exciting, Leaftwirl herself was naive and hopeful. Quickly she learned the ways of the world, finding herself in a border scuffle at a young age, and learning the struggles of hunger in leafbare. Newleaf came, and brought with it heavy rains. The forest flooded, driving out the clans, and washing Leaftwirl and others away to an unknown shore. She witnessed her first death, but was comforted by her longtime friend Amberdawn, medicine cat of SkyClan. Her spirit was hardy however, and determined not to be broken, Leaftwirl made friends with many cats across the clans during her time on the shore. Eventually they made their way back to the territories to find them flooded and wrecked. After becoming a warrior, Leaftwirl grew closer to a young tom Sunflower whom she had grown up with. Her attraction to him stemmed from the tom being the son of her mentor and leader, Tinystar, now Tinylegs. Leaftwirl was given her first apprentice who sadly passed away soon after. In greenleaf, the warrior meant Mosspaw at the SkyClan/ThunderClan border, and the two attempted to stop a border skirmish between their clans, which sadly failed. Soon after, Tinystar executed an apprentice in front of all of SkyClan as he didn't trust the apprentice's father. Leaftwirl became more jaded, but her mind shifted when Amberdawn helped her realize that she had become pregnant with Sunflower's kits. She gave birth at the gathering with the help of all the clan's medicine cats. As her kits grew, Leaftwirl became saddened, missing Amberdawn, who had left for the Twolegplace. She decided to abandon SkyClan, feeling alone and isolated. Saying goodbye to Sunflower, Leaftwirl meant up with an old clanmate, now called Arno, and they discussed their situation. Young, yet still unfufilled, Leaftwirl contemplated her life and lived as a rogue for sometime. She returned however when warriorhood called. SkyClan found itself in a clan war, and an itch began to burn in the she-cat. Her kits were in danger, her clan was in danger. She returned to fight and was killed in battle, and in death, she found solace.

Personality

As wispy as the wind itself, Leaftwirl laughs with the sun and sleeps with the moon. Her mood is fragile and shifts gently with the changing of her circumstances. By default, she is a spunky and fluttery cat, outgoing and charmed with the world around her. But she fails to make a match for adversity, and will give up easily when hard times descend. Flighty and indecisive, Leaftwirl oftentimes hops between viewpoints or convenient things. Loving and caring, oftentimes her pursuit of happiness will conflict with relationships made. She craves consistency and yet contradicts her own wants and desires as she desperately searches for joy.

Appearance

Leaftwirl has a smaller frame, but looks larger due to her long fur. Most of her height originates in her legs, inheriting the long-ago traits of her SkyClan ancestors. Leaftwirl's fur is a soft brown, bearing thick black tabby stripes. Her underbelly, paws, and maw are white. The she-cat has yellow-green eyes and a long feathery tail, black like her markings. While she carries some scars, the only visible ones reside as nicks on her ears, as the rest are covered up by her lengthy fur. The warrior is graceful in her movements, and keeps her pelt well-groomed and attended to. Her face naturally looks younger, making her aura seem like that of an apprentice rather than a full grown warrior. To complement her younger traits, Leaftwirl's voice is also kit-like, cute in its mannerisms.

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Duskrain is strung together by her own morals, and no one else's. While her ideals are mostly good, she has no regard for the Warrior Code, and views it as her father did, useless. She cares little for fluff and emotions, and only respects those whom have shown strength, either emotionally or physically. Justice is her main law, and Duskrain will take it upon herself to complete every task asked of her. To the she-cat, life is limited, and the strong will take the most fruits from it, while the calloused and evil are left with the rotten produce. If not for the high standard she holds herself to, Duskrain could be seen as lazy, as she does not put much thought into others' opinions. But the standards that do exist for her life are vast and rigid, she would rather die than break them. Intimidating, and brooding, it takes a brave cat to befriend Duskrain, but once friends, her loyalty will be shattered by none.

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Grounded, unwavering, and hard-to-crack, Pinefrost is the embodiment of the tree he was named after. The dependable tom ensures every day that his arrogance isn't unfounded. If any cat should be cleared to carry such an ego, it's Pinefrost. The cat can follow through on just about anything, and refuses to cut corners to reach his goal. Pinefrost hardly ever doubts himself, finding that a self-assured mindset comes as second nature. He seeks organization, order, and law. In Pinefrost's mind, each and every object in the forest can be categorized into a box. He doesn't handle outliers well, and a rift in his perfect formula is feared greatly by the tom. He can brush his stubbornness and enlarged ego under the brambles with the more charming parts of his personality. Pinefrost's humble handsome demeanor is his greatest asset, and finds best use in sorting his friends and family into his organized idea of life.

Appearance

Pinefrost inherited the sturdy build of his mother, and the russet-toned fur of his father. His build fits easily into the ThunderClan body type. Wide shoulders stretch the tawny pelt over his frame. A square head is held high, displaying a splash of gentle white fur over his muzzle and chest. Modest paws form the foundation for muscular legs. Pinefrost sits at average height, ears tall; the left split into a 'v'. He carries himself with an effortless elegance and seems to always sport a look of lazy attractiveness about his face. Green eyes default to a half-lid, viewing the world just as nonchalantly as the spray of short russet pepper fur over his frame.

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If Cinderpaw cannot be a good cat, then she cannot be anything. Law and order are the she-cat's main principles, and she lives only to fulfill the needs of the code. No one is harder on Cinderpaw than herself. She strives for rigid obedience and unwavering loyalty. To Cinderpaw, her life only holds value if it has been used to serve another. She is incredibly close-minded, and ultra confident. Despite her steadfast nature, there are no defiant qualities to the she-cat. Cinderpaw feels lost without a task from a higher being, and fails to command herself on her own accord. There's a hidden pool of emotion in Cinderpaw that remains closed off from the rest of the world. She feels things deeply and loves harshly, but will drop her mask for no soul.

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Like her father before her, Cinderpaw is a massive black smoke cat. She possesses beautiful long fur with darker hair near the shorter cropped parts including her face and legs, and silvery gray hair around her neck and chest. Cinderpaw is extremely tall and muscular, boasting an impressive shoulder width and toned legs. Her long pelt further adds to her large stature, creating quite the imposing frame for the apprentice. Cinderpaw's face is shapely and crude, and would be sooner called handsome than beautiful. Her maw seems to sit in a constant frown, always carrying some form of tension in her body. The only window into Cinderpaw's true feelings are her eyes, hazel and soft.

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