Northern's Cats

Ghostclaw is a handsome, scruffy tom. His fur is a pale, creamy white color with slightly darker gray stripes running through it intermittently. His pelt is slightly longer than average, and has a rather soft, feathery texture. He has long whiskers, slightly rounded ears and large paws. Ghostclaw has nice, bright gray eyes. He shares a resemblance with his father Dogstripe, both in fur color and temperament. Ghostclaw is typically fairly calm and relaxed, although he can be a bit sharp tongued at times. He enjoys talking to clanmates and has a strong sense of humor. He loves being out in the territory and would rather be running in the territory exploring and adventuring than anywhere else. He can be hot headed at times, although usually he can get away with it since he has the fighting skills to back it up. He has almost no remaining family, except for his two daughters, Ashfall and Songflare. Since his parents and other siblings were killed, he makes a point to pay attention to those around him. He relies on the support of his friends and clan.

Summerbreeze is a thin and slender red bengal cat with dark emerald eyes. She's brave, courageous and willing to fight for her Clan. She's swift and strong for a she-cat with no warrior training. She's incredibly talented with her fighting and hunting skills but is also skillful in her knowledge in general as well as with her herbs and treatments. She's very careful and shy, hardly socially outgoing, and secretive. She tries to look out for herself and her Clan well but is usually distrustful to others outside her Clan. Love for her is hard to come by, except with kittens and elders whom she loves to take care of. This pretty red she-cat loves being able to heal others but sometimes wishes she could be a warrior. She gets envious of other warriors because they can go out and hunt and battle when her rank doesnt require that. Summerbreeze is gentle, kind-hearted, and generous to others when secretly, inside, she is bitter. She's usually very sweet but if you get her on her bad side, she tends to have an attitude and be picky. If a cat isn't patient, kind, or anything else that sets off her temper, she gets frustrated with them quickly and easily and doesn't seem to mind if it irratates others. She'd like to find a family and have kits, but isn't quite sure. Since joining with the clan, she finds herself restless and aggitated at the differences from loner hood, but remains helpful and usually kind. She has a tongue that will snap if anyone tries to annoy her or press her to do things a new or different way. 

She is a dark charcoal gray she-cat with silver markings across her whole body. Her eyes are a mixture of colors stretching from teal, blue, and hazel to emerald, amber, and brown. They look like the entire world is captured within her gaze. Astrid is an interesting she-cat, who used to live by herself as a rogue ever since she was abandoned by her neglective father Moose. Moose killed her mother, and forced Astrid to murder alongside him. Every night, after she washed the scent of blood from her fur, she would look at the sky, and that was where she stored her soul until she became free. She was always captivated with its beauty. Even though her father's brutality hardened her, she never lost her awe in the starry depths. Eventually, an opportunity like no other came upon her: the chance to kill her father and free herself from him once and for all. Just as she pinned him down, once paw on his throat, she saw her reflection in his eyes. Just her reflection, and flecks of hatred. Nothing else. No fear, no hint that a soul existed inside him. She let him go, disappearing. After all the cats she had killed, tormented, she could not take the life of her biggest enemy. Now she has come to the clans with a scarred past, which is apparent only on her right flank, where there is criss-crossing scars spiderwebbing all across her flank from her shoulder-blade to her right hind leg. She has come looking for a new life, to start over and bury her past. Because of her hardships, she still has trouble determining right from wrong, and is unused to love or kindness due to her mother's death at a young age. Astridloves the sun, and the sky, and the stars, but holds no belief in StarClan because she thinks they were not there for her when she needed them most.

Diesel is not very flirtatious, but quite the looker. He doesn't care how many she-cats like him, he only cares if the ones he likes himself like him back. If any cat goes against what he says, he assumes you wish to start a rivalry, but he would never fight a cat unless they force him to. Diesel has dark gray fur - almost black pand his eyes are a brilliant shade of dark yellow. He has a muscular appearance but doesn't fight unless it is necessary. He is not easily provoked, yet when he is he can have obvious anger issues. Diesel is the type of tom to break rules, but never get caught doing it. He was born in a litter of five, born in a cardboard box in a city of Twolegs. His mother had run off after their birth to join FoxClan, along with his sister named Flint, and being the youngest he had to fight for everything, even the tiniest bite of food. One cold, stormy day, a kind old Twoleg took in all of the kittens, all except Diesel and Flint.  He had to learn to fend for himself, but after a moon he became very thin. He noticed a nearby forest and taught himself to hunt. 

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