#swynwarriorsbio

[laurette-moi]

Name: Honeypaw (Laurette) Age (in moons)**: 14 moons Clan: Lakeclan Rank: Apprentice Mate: None Apprentice/Mentor/Kits: Minnowstream (Mentor) Beliefs: Honeypaw truly believes in the Starclan. She sees things happen before they happen, and she knows it’s a gift from the Starclan, but she doesn’t want to be different! Skills: She doesn’t really have any particular talents, Honeypaw likes to daydream… she can be a little nosy so let’s say that not minding her business is a skill. Appearance: Honeypaw is a long haired orange tabby. Her orange is more cream leaning and she has a fluffy cream colored chest. Her tail is just as fluffy and pristine as the rest of her coat. And her eyes are a pretty yellow hazel color. Story so far…: Honeypaw was born different. From the time that she was a kit, she’d see things happen before they came to pass. But she saw what happened to Shadowpool all those moons ago. She was scared to show off her gift from the Starclan, so she kept it secret from everyone. Even her mentor, Minnowstream! Honeypaw didn’t want to be different; she wanted to fit in. And if she were to hypothetically have chosen to tell everyone and became a medicine cat… she wouldn’t be allowed a mate or kits! And who could feel fulfilled without a life partner or kits to raise? Honeypaw is determined to get through her apprenticeship, even though it is not going great, and just become a queen as soon as she can. This warrior cat thing is not for her!

[fiend-ofthefae]

Name: Raccoontail (PRINCE Briar of the Riverlands) Age (in moons)**: 30 moons Clan: Forestclan Rank: Patrol Leader Mate: None Apprentice/Mentor/Kits: None Beliefs: He has always been iffy on the Starclan, but outwardly pretends to be devout. Skills: Tracking, being pretty, being coy Appearance: Coontail is a tall and slender, but sturdy, tom cat. He has olive green eyes, and a small pink nose. His fur is long, sleek, and silver; tipped with darker stripes of grey. And he has a distinctive bottlebrush banded tail, almost like that of a raccoon. Story so far…: Raccoontail had never been bothered by much in life. The carefree life of the Forestclan suited him to a tee. He easily worked up the ranks by appeasing the higher ups. If he didn’t look so much like a raccoon, his name could have been Foxtail. Because Raccoontail was clever and always knew how to get what he wanted.

But now he wants something that’s just out of reach… He just has to take a few steps past the border to try and take it, but will he risk everything he’s been given for someone who might not do the same?

[wedonttalkabout-bruno]

NAME: Shadowpool

AGE (IN MOONS): 73 moons

CLAN: lakeclan, banished

RANK: medicine cat, former

MATE: None

APPRENTICE/MENTOR/KITS: Troutstep (former apprentice), 

BELIEFS: For the longest time Shadowpool placed all of his beliefs in the Starclan. Their teachings were absolute and they definitely existed. They had a plan for all warrior cats. Until the two legs came and Shadowpool was completely taken by surprise. He’d communed with the Starclan on multiple occasions and foresaw a time of great prosperity for Lakeclan. He never saw the two legs coming and destroying part of his home lands. Now that he’s been banished from his home, he’s not sure he what he believes anymore...

SKILLS: a skilled medicine cat, he’s quite adept at healing. As his name suggests he is highly proficient in his prophecies, often having prophetic dreams without the Half-Moon Rituals.

APPEARANCE: Shadowpool is a medium sized Nebelung. He has long black fur that is bordering on a dark grey due to age. He has startling, round eyes.

STORY SO FAR…: (TW: Cat death)

From the time Shadowpool was a kit, he knew he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps. Cranepool was the Lakeclan’s revered medicine cat and the one cat that Shadowpool looked up to. Which meant it came as no surprise when Cranepool took Shadowpool as his apprentice. 

He took his studies very seriously, making sure that he listened to everything his father told him. He quickly became adept at healing other warrior cats and even those who came to Lakeclan that did not belong. As Cranepool told him, it was their duty to help any and all cats because Starclan had blessed them with the skills. And Shadowpool believed that with all his heart. 

For many moons Shadowpool apprenticed under Cranepool, helping with every day duties and communing with Starclan during the Half Moon Ritual. He was content to be an apprentice, too, until it was his father’s time to pass on to Starclan. But as his twentieth moon passed tragedy struck. While out helping with a family of loner cats he and his father were attacked by a band of rogue cats trying to claim their own territory. Cranepool succumbed to his injuries before Shadowpool was able to get them both back to the camp, leaving Shadowpool the new medicine cat.

In an attempt to keep Cranepool’s legacy alive, Shadowpool focused all of his efforts on helping the other cats within his clan.  He convened with Starclan regularly and even began to have dreams outside of the Half Moon. For some time they kept his clan safe. Offering warnings when things were going to be bad and telling when good times would come. Starclan seemed to favor Lakeclan more than most and Shadowpool felt at ease as he settled into his role and took on an apprentice of his own.

However, as the two-leggers came and began to invade, Shadowpool lost his favor with Starclan. While his dreams spoke of a fruitful future for Lakeclan, the reality was much worse. Their boundaries were shrinking, their leader was lost to skirmishes with Darkclan leaving his son in charge, and then the unthinkable. Dawnstar banished Shadowpool from Lakeclan.

Convinced now that Starclan has turned its back on him, Shadowpool is trying his best to live as a loner cat. But he can’t shake the feeling that his poorly timed dream was true. There is prosperity in Lakeclan’s future. If only he could prove it somehow...

[dian-morey]

Name: Batheart (Dian) Age (in moons)**: 60 moons Clan: Forestclan Rank: Medicine Cat Mate: None, they are forbidden for medicine cats. Apprentice/Mentor/Kits: Brindlepaw (Apprentice) Beliefs: Bathear frequently visits the Moon Glen and truly believes the Starclan is looking out for them. If they weren't, how would all of his adoptive siblings found their way to a warm home after all that happened to them? How would he be gifted with the knowledge he has to help every cat he has helped in his time as medicine cat? Skills: Healing, Identifying plants, Comforting others :) Appearance: Batheart is a tuxedo cat. His fur is sleek and shiny, eyes are a golden yellow color. His face is all black aside from a small white speck between his eyes. His chest is white and it extends a bit onto his neck, but not too much covers his belly. Batheart’s paws are dipped in white, just the toes really. The rest of his body is black aside from the tip of his tail, which is white. Story so far…: Caring about others was instilled in Batheart since he was just a kit under the care of his mother, Plumflower. Over the years, she took in many kits that needed mothers. She much preferred to care for kits and be a queen than to fight others. Batheart understood that philosophy. So when his time came, he realized being a medicine cat had been meant for him all along.

Batheart has been caring for the Forestclan and countless individuals for many moons now. With the leader’s permission, he often scouts out the outskirts and neutral grounds for lost or wounded cats. He liked to think his mother and father, Rookheart, would approve. Little does the clan leader know, he heals them no matter their allegiance or clan. An injured cat is an injured cat in the eyes of the Starclan. That is a belief he holds dear to his heart.

[twentytanya]

Name: Spider Age (in moons)**: 12 Clan: Rogue Rank: N/A Mentor: N/A Beliefs: What’s Starclan ever done for her? Spider is certain that if Starclan exists, they hate her. And she hates them, too! As for other clans, she knows they distrust her for being a rogue, and she’s not in the business of trying to win people’s trust. She barely even trusts her fellow rogues– but they’re all she’s got at this point. Skills: Speed! She’s great at running away. She’s also pretty good at tracking and sneaking up on cats/prey. You won’t notice her until she wants you to. Appearance: Long black fur that sticks out in all directions, yellow-brown eyes, a nick in her left ear, several battle scars across her face and pelt. She’s a small and somewhat sickly cat, but her long black fur obscures this.

Story so far…

If Spider was given a name at her birth, she doesn’t know it. If she had a mother, she never met her, and if she belonged to a clan, well, she wants nothing to do with the cats who did nothing for her. Her earliest memories are of wandering the woods alone, stealing prey from loners, being threatened by warriors each time she stepped into their territory. Spider learned to fight quickly, as she learned it was the only way to survive in Enchantra.

She got her name from another loner cat, one she latched onto for a few weeks when she was just a kit. He called himself Spider-something, so the young kit began calling herself Spiderkit, too. When they lost track of one another, as loners sometimes do, the name stuck, as did a sour taste in Spider’s mouth. She learned her lesson about getting attached to loners.

It was at that point that Spiderkit became Spider, deciding she alone should get to decide she was old enough to drop the “kit” part of her name. And it was at that point that Spider fully understood the rules of being a rogue: take what you want, be who you are, trust no one, and don’t get attached. Her crew is tight-knit, but only out of necessity for survival. There is no code. They may turn on one another at any moment. And Spider prefers it that way.

She makes her own rules.

[brucewhite]

Name: Graynose (Previously Sharky) Age (in moons): 37 Clan: Darkclan Rank: Elder Mate: Previously Lynxface Apprentice: Previously Shadowpaw Kits: Snowpaw, Mistpaw, Thunderpaw, Cloudpaw Beliefs: He believes in Starclan and he’s terrified of it, as he thinks they must be punishing him for something but he doesn’t know what.  Skills: Very good at tracking (hence the -nose) suffix. He used to be a good, if somewhat unpredictable and reckless, fighter as well-- but ever since he returned from his encounter with the two-legs, he hasn’t been able to fight. Appearance: Short gray and white fur with amber eyes and white markings above them. On the larger side. A few old scars from fights on his legs and shoulders.

Story so far…: (TW: animal cruelty, kidnapping, violence, blood)

Every warrior has a skill that sets them apart, and for Graynose, it was tracking. He could sense other clans from a mile away and identify the slightest rustling as a friend or foe. This made Graynose popular among the clan, he had many friends, and he even fell in love and mated with the beautiful Lynxface, fathering four kits. 

He knew when to run and when to fight-- until, one day, he miscalculated. What he thought was a rival hunting in Darkclan territory turned out to be a kittypet, and with kittypets came their dreaded two-legs. The next thing Graynose knew, he was being scooped up and brought to an animal shelter, and within days he had already been assigned a new home, thanks to his unique fur pattern and striking eyes.

Graynose hated and feared the two-legs, and they soon came to fear Graynose, too (or as they had begun to call him, Sharky). The new environment made him agitated and paranoid, and after he drew blood scratching one of them, they took away his claws. Graynose had been plotting his escape since the day he arrived at the two-legs’ home, but this delayed him a whole moon as he struggled even to walk anymore. The day came, eventually, when Graynose became strong enough to sneak out the back door and slink back to Darkclan territory.

It’s only been three moons, but Graynose hasn’t been the same since he disappeared. He can’t fight anymore, and he walks awkwardly and slowly. He’s restless and paranoid. He left behind an apprentice and a mate when he was taken, and both seem to have moved on. His kits are already apprentices now, and they barely recognize him. He spends most of his time with the elders, technically considered one of them now that he can no longer fight even though he is younger than most of them. And while he still believes in Starclan, he’s terrified of their vengeance. What could he have done to deserve this fate? And how can he prevent things from worsening?

If only he could sniff that out so easily.

[the-lottie-diaries]

Name: Lynxface Age (in moons)**: 34 moons Clan: Darkclan Rank: Warrior/Queen Mate: It’s complicated. Mated with Graynose before he left her. Having a flirtation with a rogue named Wolfe and expecting kits. Apprentice/Mentor/Kits: Mentor to Juniperpaw. Kits: Snowpaw, Thunderpaw, Mistpaw, and Cloudpaw. Beliefs: Lynxface has never cared much about Starclan. She’s believed, but lately with all the strange business with Graynose and things she’s started to lose faith a little. She doesn’t trust other clans as far as she can throw them but she’s started to waver a bit since she’s flirted with a rogue...and really if a rogue isn’t all bad...how can the other clans be? Skills: Hunting/Fighting Appearance: Lucy Story so far…: Lynxface had been blessed with charm and good looks ever since she was a kit. Though she wasn’t the biggest cat, she was quick and she used her charm against clan enemies. And she was proud of it! 

Though she wasn’t a legend at any of her skills, she did her part for Darkclan, and because Lynxface was who she was...she became smitten with a cat named Graynose. The two were happy for a time, and the two of them had Snowpaw, Thunderpaw, Mistpaw, and Cloudpaw (kits at the time). 

But not long after the kits were born, Graynose left, and Lynxface was devastated and enraged. She took proper care of the kits with other Queens until they were old enough to start learning as apprentices. 

Lynxface was determined to push her sadness of Graynose abandoning her aside, wandering out a little more and coming into contact with a charming rogue. It was nice to be noticed and one thing led to another and well... Lynxface is expecting again, but not ready to stay in the den and let others do their thing.

Things were going okay again...at least until Graynose suddenly reappeared and...it turned out he hadn’t meant to leave her at all? Now Lynxface is caught between this new rogue and her old mate. Heavens, what’s a cat going to do about that?

[winndeavor]

Name: Troutstep Age: 57 moons, approximately Clan: Lakeclan Rank: Medicine cat Mate: N/A  Apprentice/Mentor/Kits: Shadowpool [Bruno, Mentor], Dappledpaw [Finn, Apprentice] Beliefs: Troutstep grew up in the clans. He understands Starclan, believes in them, but his mentor’s slip up, his inability to explain the existence of the two-legs, makes him wonder if it was actually Shadowpool’s fault or if Starclan has abandoned them. This is something he does not speak aloud, for fear of being exiled like his mentor, but Troutstep is not above seeking out answers to his crisis, and he thinks he knows just whom he should speak with.... Skills: With a long tutelage beneath Shadowpool, Troutstep has a long and intricate connection to healing and knows a variety of the maot common plants available by sight and smell alone.] Appearance: Troutstep is a long-furred Ragamese cross with smoke point markings and blue eyes. He prides himself on his appearance, and takes care to look well-groomed.  Story so far…: Born into Lakeclan, Troutstep’s family comes from a proud line of Lakeclan warriors. However, Troutstep never wanted to fight. He was more concerned with the healing aspects of the clan, watching as former medicine cats saved lives, aided in the birth of the clan’s kits, and helped their elders pass on to Starclan. 

Medicine cats were an important, vital role, and Troutstep believed he could earn that.

When he was selected as Shadowpool’s apprentice, Troutstep was overjoyed. Though he knew it would take years of work and that he may only ever be seen as an ‘apprentice’ to his mentor, Troutstep was content. He would leave the fighting, and the patrolling, to his younger sister, Kestrelheart. 

However, with war brewing and the doubts that have plagued both his and his leader’s mind since Shadowpool’s misstep, the pressure to be and do better than his predecessor is worse now than ever.