Dustythorn - large fluffy white shecat with dark points and blue eyes
Family: Heronwing (mother), Raccoontail (brother) Gender / Sexuality: Tom / pansexual Personality: peaceful, wise, critical, judge mental, sees things as black and white Backstory: One horrid bareleaf, a cold wind came from Frostclan’s mountains, and covered the entire forest in snow and ice unlike they’ve ever seen. When the clans began to starve, and herbs became scarce for the first time in some territories, Frostclan stepped up. They sent warriors to other clans to teach them how to hunt and forage in the snow, and the forest grew stronger. After this selfless act from Frostclan, the next generation of kits born after the Frost Wind were breeds of their own. Often coined with the phrase “blizzard kit” these cats just seem like out of a whole new book. Stronger, bigger, smarter, faster, they are prime warriors. More resilient than most, the clans believe this is due to the kits being mixed blood, the frostclan warriors spreading their dna throughout the entire forest after offering some hunting aid to the other clans. Born to Thrushclan, the marshes were never a true home for Dustythorn. He felt out of place and struggled with the hunting and fighting styles. He lived for the pure white snow and the chill in the bareleaf air. He would often sneak onto Frostclans territory to play in the snow as an apprentice. Being caught in his younger warrior years by the leader herself, Lakestar offered Dustythorn a position among her response warrior if he wanted to join her clan. He agreed, and became one of her most trusted advisors, helping see the perks and flaws of every warrior in her clan. He’s a smart happy young warrior, who loves getting out and going hunting. He looks so at peace when the snow begins to fall, as he’ll just stand there, eyes closed, head tilted up as if he’s looking into Starclan’s eyes and thanking them. Ideal Partner: the big baddie of frostclan, or someone who he was with before he left, or even worse hes the dumb ass who falls for a kittypet, or hes like messing with the med cat Position | Clan: Warrior | Frostclan
Daisydew - white shecat with pale grey tabby points
Family: Berrypatch (mother), Poppystep (sister) Gender / Sexuality: shecat / bi Personality: loves a challenge, loves being able to prove herself, wants to be the hero of the story Backstory: One horrid bareleaf, a cold wind came from Frostclan’s mountains, and covered the entire forest in snow and ice unlike they’ve ever seen. When the clans began to starve, and herbs became scarce for the first time in some territories, Frostclan stepped up. They sent warriors to other clans to teach them how to hunt and forage in the snow, and the forest grew stronger. After this selfless act from Frostclan, the next generation of kits born after the Frost Wind were breeds of their own. Often coined with the phrase “blizzard kit” these cats just seem like out of a whole new book. Stronger, bigger, smarter, faster, they are prime warriors. More resilient than most, the clans believe this is due to the kits being mixed blood, the frostclan warriors spreading their dna throughout the entire forest after offering some hunting aid to the other clans. Born to Brookclan, its obvious that her father was likely Frostclan from her white pelt, to her piercing blue eyes. Still, she was a good fisher, she loved to swim, and she was loyal to the clan. Like many of the blizzard kits, Daisydew was a resilient young shecat. As an apprentice, she was on a patrol when her patrol was attacked by foxes. A Frostclan patrol had been chasing the foxes and with the aid of the other patrol, both were able to fight off the foxes. Despite getting seriously injured, within two days, Daisypaw as on her feet again, sparring with her denmates. Shes a cat who loves a challenge, and because of this tends to like older warriors, since they can keep up with her better. She’s a smart quick shecat who can handle herself in a fight. She’s looking for someone to fight along side her, so she can trust them when she is vulnerable in the nursery with their kits. Ideal Partner: the hero before the blizzard kits, or maybe a blizzard kit from her clan or another clan, the kittypet turned warrior who is stronk Position | Clan: Warrior | Brookclan
Cinnamonpatch - brown and white tom
Family: Thornfur (father), Mudsplash (mother), Clovestep (sister) Gender / Sexuality: Tom / demisexual Personality: warm, loving, cuddle monster, loves his kits, very protective over them, he pulls the “did you just yell at my son?” But is also not above smacking his kits for their mentor if they back talk Backstory: It was after the apprentice den was empty for two seasons that the senior warriors realized something had to happen. They did too good of jobs training the young warriors, and they were so focused on the clan, they didnt mingle. So the senior warriors and elders stepped in, arranging matings. The plan was to raise from a kit, the next leader of the clan. First contestant is Cinnamonpatch. Technically, he doesnt qualify for a deputy position, but the clan very easily forgets. When he was a young apprentice, there were doubts he would ever want to get with a molly. A few dawns after his warrior ceremony, Cinnamonpatch came into the camp with a shivering queen with three little bundles of fur. The queen was a kittypet to ran away from her twolegs when she found out she was pregnant and has been hiding in the woods. Cinnamonpatch had been patrolling the edge of the forest where the grass meets sand and found her there. Cinnamonpatch stepped up to care for the sickly starving queen and barely alive kits. When their mother passed away, Cinnamonpatch moved into the nursery to care for them. He is seen as their father, and acts like it too. Now his three kits are apprentices; Birchpaw (Birchclaw), Beechpaw (Beechstripe), Oakpaw (Oakthorn). He adores his kits, but did not want to mentor any of them. He does still groom them like a mother would, and his endearing nature towards kits has made him incredibly popular with the queens. He’s on a fast track to the deputy position, thanks to the shecat influence with the clan. Ideal Partner: a wanna be mom, or a single mom, or the other den dad would be adorable, or maybe the strong warrior who wants to latch onto the “pretend dad” thing so he doesnt have to have kits Position | Clan: Warrior | Thrushclan
Toadchirp - small dark tabby tom
Family: Vinethicket (father), Ivybacken (mother) Gender / Sexuality: Tom / pansexual Personality: tramp, smooth, flirty, really chatty, super friendly, loves pda Backstory: It was after the apprentice den was empty for two seasons that the senior warriors realized something had to happen. They did too good of jobs training the young warriors, and they were so focused on the clan, they didnt mingle. So the senior warriors and elders stepped in, arranging matings. The plan was to raise from a kit, the next leader of the clan. First contestant is Toadchirp. The elders were fairly certain that the experiment was a failure when it came to this Tom. Toadchirp is in one word; a tramp. Charming in a way that borders on sleazy if he wasnt so cute about it. His small size made him popular with the mollies, and the tomcats. He is a very flirty chatty little boy, who is very familiar with a few warriors from other clans. This makes him a target for the clans abuse, but he takes it in stride. He doesn’t mind if they keep watching him, calling him out on his bullshit. Any kit he makes is a pure blood Thrushclan cat, which in this territory they need. Ideal Partner: the one who gets charmed by him, or the one who calls him on his bs, or maybe a warrior from another clan who becomes a deputy and is like “im in power now, come live with me” Position | Clan: Warrior |. Thrushclan
