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Did you read everything? Indeed.
However, I just want to know if the Cats of Withered Herbs - their powers and markings are what now? It wasn't made clear. And just to be clear (because it really isn't clearly stated) this rank is the one learning from leaders, right? And do they get full names or are their real names not known yet? And they can be young since they're chosen as kits, right?

And just for drawing purposes (as I like to draw cats and those they interact with) if the leaders have 9 lives, and 5 of them are the elements, what are the other four?

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Name
Gentle Waves
or Puddle if she's not supposed to have her real name yet.

Gender
She-Cat

Age
8 moons

Rank
Cat of Withered Herbs

Description
This young she-cat is a pale blue tabby with paled intricate tabby designs. She has a white diamond on her forehead right between her eyes that seems to overlap just the edges. Her eyes themselves are large and shining with a sparkling blue. She has contained a look of innocence, her nose is pink as are her pads, and they stay that way throughout her entire life. She is slim and short in stature, and she never will grow very tall at all which keeps her as the runt of the litter. Even now she has stopped growing, though she doesn't know it just yet.

Personality
This young cat is actually rather sweet and quiet. She doesn't talk very often, and for the longest everyone believed her to be mute. Her life style and beliefs are all very holy, sending her prayers at night and wishing all a good morning and safe journeys when they wake or go out on patrol. It's not clear where she picked up such a spirit-like and chaste personality, though maybe she's been with those who have retired too often. Her voice, when she does speak, is soft and crystal clear; Clouds had called her an angel. She is loving and gentle, but her sentences are short, and it's believed she may have a shortness of breath since she looks upset about this. Due to this, she is amazing with her body language, and always finds a way to make her point across. No cat has ever heard her yell, and Sparks says there will be a heavy toll to pay, and may the Spirits have mercy on the soul that ever upsets her so.

Kin:
Sparks; brother
Clouds; brother, deceased.
Fire Blaze; father, deceased.
Ocean Sound; mother, deceased.

Mate/crush
None

Element:
Water

History
Puddle, Sparks, and Clouds were born to very proud Claw Fighters of the tribe. The greatly known Fire Blaze was a Fire Elemental, a dark brown tabby with bright amber eyes; their mother who was always a gentle blue tabby she-cat, Ocean Sound, was a water elemental. Due to their harmonized elements, no one thought the two would get together, and after their younger days of arguing they actually managed a loving family.

When it comes to Puddle, when she was only a few days old, the omen came. The Spirits sent a rain that left puddles right outside the Leaders den, large and deep; and just on the other side was Fire Blaze and Ocean Sound picking up and moving their kits around the clearing so they could get used to their Tribe's scent. It was at that moment when Ocean Sound put Puddle down to pick up Clouds that the Leaders came out, the kit letting curling up near the edge of the puddle to rest. After that, her life was set, and once she was old enough she was under Burning Nebula. That didn't mean that she wasn't interacting with her family though, closest to Clouds. The pale grey tabby tom always visited her, played with her, and took close care of his sister, calling her a precious angel.

When Sparks and Clouds became Learners, they found they were a Fire elemental, and a Storm elemental. Sparks was ambitious and vigorous, Clouds a calmer set. The toms were even more excited when they saw that their sister was a Water elemental. Unfortunately, their happiness didn't last long. Back on Claw Fighter duties, their mother and father went on a patrol together and were attacked by wolves. The pack followed their Tribe scent, and Clouds was the one who protected a terrified Puddle and shocked Sparks, dying in the process.
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Name
Spark

Gender
Born a tom; however he is extremely effeminate and even answers to female pronouns; however he does proudly call himself a 'he'... Yes, complicated.

Age
8 moons

Rank
Learner

Description
Sparks is a lot like his father, a deep brown tabby tom with amazing tints that make his fur turn almost fiery with orange and reds in the right sunlight. He has a white undercoat that follows from his chest to his stomach. He has brilliant green eyes that are always lit up in a sense of wonder and amusement. Even now he is growing to be tall and lean with a generously svelte form. A lot of the older cats believe he looks more like a she-cat with his mother's figure over his father, and he doesn't seem to mind. He takes pride in his looks and his coat, keeping himself clean at all times. When he's all grown he'll be taller than his father had been, a bit curvier than his mother, but with good muscle shape.

Personality
Sparks really is a bit of a pain. Yes, when he's around his sister he's gentle and kind, taking Cloud's place as her protector; and around the one he's learning from he's rather bright and quick to catch on. However, he does get his reputation as a 'snake under the flower'. While he is a kind soul who really is a lover over a fighter, he is very ambitious to make a name for himself and hold up his father's pride. He's very tactful and resourceful in fights, his figure allowing him swiftness in speed and the ability to get a sense to throw his opponents own skill against themselves. He's also a bit of a flirt, playful though teasing since he doesn't find himself ever in a real relationship. He's far too much of a free spirit right now to ever think of being tied down. The thing about him is that he is flamboyant, and acts pouty when he doesn't get his way. The tom also find himself rather huffy, and his personality matches his rather femme figure. It won't be until he's older does he realize he was never attracted to a she-cat for a reason.

Kin:
Sparks; brother
Clouds; brother, deceased.
Fire Blaze; father, deceased.
Ocean Sound; mother, deceased.

Mate/crush
None

Element:
Fire

History
Puddle, Sparks, and Clouds were born to very proud Claw Fighters of the tribe. The greatly known Fire Blaze was a Fire Elemental, a dark brown tabby with bright amber eyes; their mother who was always a gentle she-cat, Ocean Sound, was a water elemental. Due to their harmonized elements, no one thought the two would get together, and after their younger days of arguing they actually managed a loving family.

When it comes to Sparks, he always dreamed of being a Fire Elemental like his father. He never felt envious of his sister when she was chosen into her position, though he did tend to get over-annoyed with Clouds and her closeness. He did try a few times to get close to the she-kit, only to find he was impatient with her ability to practically be a mute. When he tried to be closer with Clouds, he found the tom far too gentle and soft-hearted for him. So Sparks became known as the trouble maker who tended to run around like a nut-job.

When Sparks and Clouds became Learners, they found they were a Fire elemental, and a Storm elemental. Sparks was ambitious and vigorous, Clouds a calmer set. The toms were even more excited when they saw that their sister was a Water elemental. Unfortunately, their happiness didn't last long. Back on Claw Fighter duties, their mother and father went on a patrol together and were attacked by wolves. The pack followed their Tribe scent, and Clouds was the one who protected a terrified Puddle and shocked Sparks, dying in the process.

Okay, thank you! ^ ^
I'll add fix Puddle's bio when I get back from class, but I believe in that case Sparks' is ready.

OOC: It'll be a few more days before I finish my bio. Thanks for being patient with me.

ALL WIP, SCANDRA'S DONE, RINA'S DONE, CLASH'S DONE

Name
Clashing Armies {Clash}
Gender
Male
Age
25 Moons
Rank
Cat of Fighting claws
Description
Clash is a handsome devil, with a body that matches his element; he lives to make sure he looks good.
Now as his build, he's not super buff but he's not puny either, is this even making any sense? He has a rather regular shape of head, narrowed but not to much. His chest is slightly pushed out as muscles creep their way around it, before moving back into the shoulders. His legs are also thick, but also with a lot less muscles and more so used for speed, while his shoulders and back legs propel him foreword, all for legs in fact are like this. Clash's paws are also a little bigger to help him gain ground while sprinting. His back is also slightly curved to help him run a little better, which leads off to his large thighs which are big and muscular giving him enough power to take off quickly. Lastly he has a big thick, fluffy, long tail.
Now, Clash has a handsome short furred dark tanned, tom with a look that would make any she-cat swoon. His fur is incredibly soft, and pleasing to the touch. Although it does tend to get more soaked in the rain, much to his displeasure. While his fur, is a beautiful nice dark tanned color, with even darker marks flashing over his body; if you looked hard enough he may even resemble that of a cheetah or maybe even a jaguar. His fur is always smoothed to perfection, and actually shares that with some of his sibling's need for their fur to be perfect, well all but Rina.
Clash's eyes are a deep shade of raging amber, that looks like the flame of a fire itself. The eye sits slightly rounded and are narrowed only slightly on hi head, making him look absolutely pissed most of the time. His ears set near the side of his head, although not enough to make him look weird in anyway.
Finally, Clash's paw pads and nose are a light pinkish color. While his claws are also slightly tanned, but that might just be a trick of the light. Finally his marks are almost practically perfect, they swirl around easily and glow an almost blinding red.
Personality
Much like his element, Clash is a hot tempered, stubborn, cocky, you barley ever find him without his trade mark teasing smirk.
As the oldest of his siblings, he doesn't act like it, although protective of his family he loves to tease and make others feel lower than himself. Usually he doesn't pick on cats bigger than him(he's not stupid), but most of the time it's the younger or even the elders; but trust me, when he messes with his siblings it's not even close to how harsh he treats everyone else. Even if he's a little mean, and a big bully he does care for his tribe, so it's only he who gets to pick on others everyone else better watch out. Especially with his siblings, no one gets to mess or hurt them, but him. Yeah he may seem like a bit of a hypocrite; although if you ever said that to him, you'd make 'the list'.
Along with that he's incredibly stubborn, once he has his mind set you have a better chance of teaching a rock to dance. It's one of his biggest flaws, he wont even listen to others orders when he thinks that he has it better, or knows what to do more than anyone else. He doesn't take orders from anyone, and does what he wants, when the hell he wants. He NEVER listens to the voice of reason in his head, and acts out of impulse above anything else, he's a wild spirit.
Now, when he's angry that is the time you may wish to run, he may not be able to kill you with his power; that doesn't mean he wont singe your whiskers off. He's easily angered and doesn't take kindly to cats who try to make him upset. He's also easily annoyed, and probably wouldn't make a good father for a long, long time as he really doesn't like talking or playing with kits as he always gets upset with them. Not to mention his big manly ego, which is probably the highest thing on the face of this planet; he believes that females should do all of the male's wishes seeing as how they are higher and better, don't worry his sister's usually tend to set him straight.
Crash is also a very cocky tom, and always thinks highly of himself he believes he is better than everyone at everything, and doesn't need others to teach him. So you can guess it's kind of hard for him to make a lot of friends this way. The only one who seems to be able to put up with him, is his little sister Scandra, two of the same? No not really, but still he protects her from the idiots that call her a freak.
Kin
Sky Falling; Mother
Watchful Eyes; Father
Promised Land; Sister
Ocean Trenches; Brother
Shadow Chaser; Sister
Summer Rain; Sister
Mate/crush
None, although he is straight.
Element
Fire
History
As a kit Clash- or Gunner, at the time. Was much like his sister Scandra, although then he was more of a lead than his other siblings. Even now he also seems to be the leader of the siblings, and if in doubt they have always relied on their big brother. Nothing has changed even from kit hood, or moons apart.
At birth, his mother died; no one really knows how maybe it was the fact that his mother gave birth to all of the elements and their power just drained and killed her. Which is the most likely out of all of the stories. Although his father found a surrogate mother for his precious babies, it was even when they were young that they would grow to be extremely powerful. As they grew Clash always made sure that no other kits where to bother his siblings, they had to deal with the overly large kit.
It was winter, when everything went down and the kits were soon going to figure out which power of the element they possessed. It was Clash's idea to find out early, as he dragged all of his siblings out into the night. It was a stupid move, seeing as how when they can out into the cold, they couldn't find their way back home. Clash was so upset with himself, he had caused harm to his siblings, and he tried his best to look for home.
Each of the foxes gripped one of the kits and dragged them off into the night. To say that their father was distraught was an understatement, after the disappearance of his kits, the tom ran to the highest cliff and hurled himself off it. Although the kits themselves where very far from death, weather they knew it or not, the spirits planned to show them the true fact of life. It's unknown why they took these five, but from their pasts they are strong, and have an unbreakable bond.

Clash tried his hardest to try to get back to his younger siblings, fighting with everything he had to escape the jaws of the horrid beast. He clawed at whatever he could fine, before the fox launched him across a clearing where he slammed his head on the ground, and completely blacked out. The small kit was slowly freezing to death, when a small patrol of cats stumbled upon the poor kitten, gathering him quickly they returned back to their camp where their medicine cat quickly got to work to save the poor kit.
When Clash came to, he had no idea who he was; or where he came from. Naturally the cats decided to help him out, at the prospect of having another strong member. Turns out little Clash had just become a member of Thunderclan, whether he wanted to or not. From then on, Clash became Burningpaw, and while the group only lied about how he was born and raised in Thunderclan, that his parents had long since died. So he did as he was told, and wanted nothing more than to become a strong and brilliant warrior. He even fell in into a young love with a beautiful black she-cat who reminded him to much of a cat he though he used to know. Him and Lilacpaw were practically insuperable; where you saw one, you saw the other.
It was about the time that he had gained his warrior name, Burningeyes, and by now most of the cats knew him for his extraordinary fighting skills. Well anyways, about this time Burningeyes began having strange dreams where he saw a group of kits, one of them looked strangely like him, and Lilac. He remembered strange things, and no matter how much he wanted to tell his best friend, he just couldn't bring the words out of his mouth. As time went on, he only found it easier to escape to the world of dreams whenever he was in a bad mood, just seeing the faces of those kits gave him some kind of peace. He was around 23 moons, when he finally got the courage to ask Lilac to be his mate, eagerly agreeing they quickly got together; and became one of the most lovey-dopey couple you could ever imagine.
Although things were not all good in Clash's life, while he was finally able to call his best-friend his mate; he never knew he had an opponent, it seems that no matter how much he claimed to have known Lilac, he could never be prepared for what he found out. Waking from a nightmare, that seemed to center around foxes these days, Clash noticed his Lilac was not next to him, going out to search for her, he found her scent lead slowly into the forest. Training out in the woods; he could practically hear his heart snapping in half as he found Lilacfield and Crowhunter in the act. He felt so angry as Lilac tried to explain. But something snapped inside of him, like a flood gate memories filled into his brain; he felt extremely hot, like he had caught on fire, as his element burned itself down into his soul. Before he knew it, he began to burn the grass around him, turning it quickly to ash. His eyes and his marks began to glow a dangerous blood red, as he glared at his ex-mate and her new lover.
Now to saw that Lilac and Crow where terrified was an understatement, they were horrified. Lilac tried to calm him down, but when she went to touch him, his paws exploded upward and slammed flame into her face. Burning her eyes out of their sockets. The scream filled the forests, as Clash turned against Crow, the flames building around him as he attacked ripping the poor tom limb from limb, before turning on Lilac, he couldn't stop. His element fueled him to attack to protect what little air he still had left. So, he fried them both, left them burning as he made his way out of the forest. He was no longer sad, and felt no remorse. The fire within him, fueled him now, he may have lost Lilac but the flame was all her ever needed.
As he entered the gave of his home, he felt the soft wisps of snow lap out at him, the heat of his fur slowly burned foot prints into the snow. As he entered the cave, he watched as his siblings walked in, his eyes landing on Scandra; who looked all to much like Lilac, he made a vow that he would protect her, and never let her feel the break of heart that he did.
As he told the story of how he became here, he took the name Clashing Armies, as a tribute what he did when he found that his love had been taken, two men at war, and obviously Clash had won.

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Name
Promised Land {Missy}
Gender
Female
Age
25 Moons
Rank
Cat of fighting claws
Description(6-9 sentences)
Personality(7-11 sentences)
Kin
Sky Falling; Mother
Watchful Eyes; Father
Clashing Armies; Brother
Ocean Trenches; Brother
Shadow Chaser; Sister
Summer Rain; Sister
Mate/crush
Element
Earth
History(non optional 9-15 sentences)
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Name
Ocean Trenches {Ozzy}
Gender
Male
Age
25 Moons
Rank
Cat of fighting claws
Description(6-9 sentences)
Personality(7-11 sentences)
Kin
Sky Falling; Mother
Watchful Eyes; Father
Clashing Armies; Brother
Promised Land; Sister
Shadow Chaser; Sister
Summer Rain; Sister
Mate/crush
Element
History
As a kit Clash- or Gunner, at the time. Was much like his sister Scandra, although then he was more of a lead than his other siblings. Even now he also seems to be the leader of the siblings, and if in doubt they have always relied on their big brother. Nothing has changed even from kit hood, or moons apart.
At birth, his mother died; no one really knows how maybe it was the fact that his mother gave birth to all of the elements and their power just drained and killed her. Which is the most likely out of all of the stories. Although his father found a surrogate mother for his precious babies, it was even when they were young that they would grow to be extremely powerful. As they grew Clash always made sure that no other kits where to bother his siblings, they had to deal with the overly large kit.
It was winter, when everything went down and the kits were soon going to figure out which power of the element they possessed. It was Clash's idea to find out early, as he dragged all of his siblings out into the night. It was a stupid move, seeing as how when they can out into the cold, they couldn't find their way back home. Rina was terrified; figuring they were never go to go home. She was right in fact, after she had fallen asleep, she felt teeth in her back drag her off somewhere.
Each of the foxes gripped one of the kits and dragged them off into the night. To say that their father was distraught was an understatement, after the disappearance of his kits, the tom ran to the highest cliff and hurled himself off it. Although the kits themselves where very far from death, weather they knew it or not, the spirits planned to show them the true fact of life. It's unknown why they took these five, but from their pasts they are strong, and have an unbreakable bond.

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Name
Shadow Chaser {Scandra}
Gender
Female
Age
25 moons
Rank
Cat of fighting claws
Description(6-9 sentences)
Much like her element, Scandra is a beautiful shadow moving across the world with her black as night pelt, and pale green eyes.
Scandra is a skinny little thing, to say the least; most of the time it's quiet easy to see most of her ribs. Her face, is dark and she looks hungry all the time because the bones in her face stick out slightly, although that is not the case Scandra has a high metabolism and no matter how much she eats she doesn't gain any weight. Her legs are twigs and it looks impossible to stand on them, although if you were to look closer you may be able to spot a few muscles in all four, and maybe a little in her back thigh. Her paws are also small, but they make her quick and she can bounce quickly out of the way. Now if I had to compare her to her siblings, Scandra is really the one you want to watch out for in battle, despite her smallness, she's strong and fast. Being tiny alone helps others underestimate her.
Now, Shadow Chaser's fur, is a pitch night black, and it's almost impossible to spot her marks unless they are light, making it easy to act as a spy. Her fur is also short, and incredibly soft Scandra keeps her fur in top condition it's hard to ever spot it messy. Now like I said, it's pitch black and sometimes she could be mistaken for an actual shadow.
Scandra's eyes really aren't that special, a pale green color they barely compare to her siblings amazing eyes. The eyes themselves are kind of ovulated and sit perfectly on her skinny face, drawing a little attention away from the lack of fat in her face. Finally Scandra's ears are small and a little tilted, although she has extremely good hearing, that it's almost scary.
Finally, Scandra's nose, and paw pads are both a pitch black blending quickly into her fur. Her claws are also a dark grey color, making it hard to spot when her claws are out; and giving her the element of surprise. Lastly, are her marks a light blazing purple and when they glow, you can see it creep out of the black, and it's quiet creepy looking. Okay I lied, finally are her scars; jagged and crisp they're everywhere on her body, and do show the marks and claws of other cats, although no one knows how she got them. She just came home with them.
Personality
Scandra is a loner to say the least, she seems to never smile, and she always seems to know everything, which can annoy some other cats.
Scandra may be the depressing type but wouldn't you be too if you knew how hard she had had it? Shadow Chaser is usually by herself, and always somewhere dark; if you really think about it Scandra seems to pop out of no-where and scar the crap out of all the cats around her. It's rare if to ever hear her voice, she never talks and is colder than ice. The only cat she ever hangs around is her big brother Crash, he seems to know not to mess with her and she helps the poor cats he always seems to mess with. Scandra usually never talks and if she does it's a one-worded answer. Although now, it's hard to ever get that out of her. Her speaking has something to do with what she had be forced to do as a kit and so on, which we will get to soon.
Scandra hates showing emotion, it's what she learned when she was young, you show emotion you're considered weak. So, she never smiles not once since she returned home. Although her eyes show a deep pain, her face is always in poker mode. She also never laughs, unlike some her age she has never really lived, she's just never happy. Which is sad because most of her siblings are lively and love smile and being happy. Although at night if you listen very carefully, you can hear her cry herself to sleep; this is the only time that she allows herself to show any emotion at all. If you listen, it's incredibly heartbreaking, because she never lets anyone help her, even her siblings stay away from her.
Scandra by now is used to the word 'freak', as that's what a lot of cats call her. She never gets upset though, although it does wound her even more. She has faced so much crap in her life, that this poor she-cat is dealing with a strong case of depression, and it's slowly killing her everyday. Literally, because she at times refuses to eat; and sometimes just looking at food she has the need to throw-up, although that's more due to her history than anything else.
Scandra herself is terrified of any cat touching her, she doesn't even allow her loved ones to touch her. Even if cats accidentally rub up against her, she recoils as if they had attacked her. Some may look at her weird, but she doesn't care she doesn't let anyone touch her, maybe one day but as of now no. Finally, because Scandra tends to hang out in the shadows, she witnesses things that others don't and tends to know what's going on in camp twenty-four, seven.
Kin
Sky Falling; Mother
Watchful Eyes; Father
Clashing Armies; Brother
Promised Land; Sister
Ocean Trenches; Brother
Summer Rain; Sister
Mate/crush
None, She may have a little one on Shadow(Okay a BIG one)
Element
Darkness
History
As a kit Scandra-or better known then Maria-was actually a fun happy-go-lucky kit, who was always high on life. Thing can change you know.
At birth, her mother died; no one really knows how maybe it was the fact that her mother gave birth to all of the elements and their power just drained and killed her. Which is the most likely out of all of the stories. Although her father found a surrogate mother for his precious babies, it was even when they were young that they would grow to be extremely powerful. As they grew Scandra always seemed to be the happiest and most positive, always helping her siblings along. Everyone thought her a leader a magnificent cat to be part of their tribe. But things change.
It was winter, when everything went down and the kits were soon going to figure out which power of the element they possessed. It was Crash's idea to find out early, as he dragged all of his siblings out into the night. It was a stupid move, seeing as how when they can out into the cold, they couldn't find their way back home. It was Scandra who did everything she could to remember how to get back home. Sadly though they had to fall asleep outside, although during the night they were ripped apart by the weather, and a small family of foxes.
Each of the foxes gripped one of the kits and dragged them off into the night. To say that their father was distraught was an understatement, after the disappearance of his kits, the tom ran to the highest cliff and hurled himself off it. Although the kits themselves where very far from death, weather they knew it or not, the spirits planned to show them the true fact of life. It's unknown why they took these five, but from their pasts they are strong, and have an unbreakable bond.

Scandra's story starts after the fox had dropped her far from the edge of the Tribe's territory, it was freezing outside, and she had passed into unconsciousness by then. The black she-cat had everything but died, her body had gone numb with pain. Although she got lucky, for the fox had dropped her on the territory of another group of cats, if you could even call them that. When she was found the cats dragged her back to their camp where their healer had tried to wake little Scandra up. It would have been better if she had died that night.
When she awoke, Scandra had no memory of her past, or even of who she was. The cats all looked at each other showing a knowing smile, they began teaching her their ways, practicing with the Wendigo, an ancient demon scent to help the cats survive. When he reached the age of an apprentice they began the full ritual; making her eat what they ate...they forced her the meat of other cats. The Cannibalistic cats smiled happily as she began to follow their traditions. She became a drone, she killed she ate, she followed directions. And she absolutely loathed it.
She hated to admit it, but even as she ate other cats she could feel her body growing stronger, she felt faster; and her health levels grew incredibly high. She soon had turned into the cannibal that the group had tried to get her to be. She simply followed their orders, her past family and tribe long forgotten. Although that was not the clan's goals, they had set high standers for Scandra, they wanted to test how long a cannibal could take under extreme torture, and Scandra just happened to be the test subject. She was supposed to be made into a warrior soon, and even at this age she had never discovered her powers, unable to reach her core and pull them out.
The torture started at night, before she had even woke up; as she had wanted do the dawn patrol for her new 'family'. The healer, the one she had called mother for so long dragged her down into a large junction of lost tunnels underground. She was chained to the wall, with over grown vines, before they let the few cats in the chamber attack her and rip into any part of her body. She screamed and screamed but they wouldn't stop, they only laughed, all but the healer who could only stare and blink away her tears.. The cats that Scandra had grown up with, who had actually given her the name Scandra, where causing so much pain, they starved her; only feeding when she was on the edge of death. Scandra could no long stand on her own, and had to let the vines keep her from falling on her face. She always felt like the shadows tried to reach for her, whispering sweet words into her ears until she passed out from pain. It was during the days where she could take no more, that she pictured snippets of magical cats, with the elements at their paws; and she began dreaming of kits who played and tackled, she remember snow. Then alone in the darkness, the felt the shadows plung into her soul and memories that where hers slammed into her brain. The world around her seemed to move in high-speed as she felt her element bonding with her. She could only smirk.
It was another day, they were trying to figure out how much of bone they could break before the cat passed out. Before they could finish snapping her leg, Scandra's tear soaked face turned violent, her pale green eyes began blazing a brilliant purple, the shadows around them turned on the cats and she watched as they ripped the screaming monsters apart. Somehow she found the strength in her body to force herself up and move through the darkness, the shadows the only things keeping her standing. As she exited the tunnels for the first time in months...she felt sunlight. She forced her beaten body forward, leaving a small trail of blood in her wake. Somehow she was able to make it to the edge of the Tribe's territory; snow, it was still snowing. She entered her home as she had left, in the whiteness. She felt the eyes of others, and watched as her siblings walked in all at the same time. The cats were awed, but much like they had to be when strangers enter their territory. They where ready to kill them, but the battered Scandra was the one to step forward, her eyes a blazing violet again. The cats backed away, and let them tell them how they were the five lost kits. Much had changed since they remembered leaving. New leaders were in charge, their father had killed himself, yet just as when they were kits; their bond was unbreakable. The spirits had shown them that even without being born in the tribe, you cannot hide from who you are.
Out of the five, it was Scandra who needed the most help, after her speech she passed into unconsciousness again and had to be under critical care while they did their best to heal her wounds, and clean the matted blood from her fur. She had several broken bones, and it was still a mystery how she was able to force herself back to the tribe. She should have died months earlier. Scandra is and forever a mystery, no one asked her why she walked in broken and dying. All anyone knows is Scandra is a fighter, that somehow she owes the shadows, and that's how she finally got the name she deserved. Shadow Chaser. Although she could never change who she was, Scandra will always be apart of her, and she bears that name with pride, even if others don't understand how much it means to her. Unlike her siblings, she stands tall with the fact she survived far worse. No one understands why she clings to the shadows like she does, nor does anyone know she she ended up the way she was. She's a viscous fighter, now known to rip flesh from her enemy and choke it down. Old habits die hard.
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Name
Summer rain {Rina}
Gender
Female
Age
25 Moons
Rank
Cat of fighting claws
Description
Now, to say the least Rina is most defiantly the most beautiful of her sisters, with her striking tan spotted pelt, and blazing yellow and green eyes, she is much like a sunflower if you were to really think about it.
Rina is a rather muscular cat, standing higher that her elder sister Scandra, but also the same size as Missy. Her face is slightly narrowed, with an extreamly curved neck that leads to her muscular neck and shoulders, it's very easy to spot the muscles protruding from her pelt. Her legs are also kind of thick, and connected to the end of each leg is a large paw built for a powerful blow. Although you would never consider her fat, she does have a little more meat no her than the other siblings. Her rump is also muscular which leads into her thighs which hold most of the muscles. Her tail is also long and thick, and help her keep her balance more than anything else.
Rina's fur is a beautiful tan spotted, short haired, blaze. Like lightning her fur is always sticking up in random directions, she never has time to clean it or keep it tame, she always looks like something electrocuted her. Although that wouldn't be surprising because most of the time, it IS because she hit herself with lightning; or in other case made her powers blow up in her face. Her fur is rough and ithcy, because it's always burnt or something along that line. Now she is a beautiful light tan cat, with a darker brown markings across her body.
Now, her eyes are much like lightning themselves, always filled with a beautiful passion and prankster glint. Her eyes are a light glowing yellow-green, sitting perfectly over her narrowed face; it's actually pretty creepy because in the dark they seem to glow. Her ears are also pretty tall, and sit slightly forced up upon her head.
Now her nose is a dark pinkish color, along with her paw pads, while her claws are a sharp light grey color. Her whiskers are short and slightly curled. Lastly her mark, is a blazing yellow that looks lightning has exploded across her mark, and eyes.
Personality
Bubbly, and trouble making Rina loves to screw things up and get a laugh out of everyone. She has a kind heart and lets everyone and anything into her life. Oh and don't even get me started on the fact that she is always practically bouncing off the walls.
Rina has a kind heart, and would probably make a good mother one day. She loves messing around and helping others as if it were in her nature, which truly it is. As much as she loves messing things up, she always there to help put it all back together. Anyone who just needs someone to lean on, know to go to Rina she loves listening to problems and helping out as much as she possibly can. Needless to say, this kinda means that both of her elder sister are jealous of her, well Missy is, although Scandra she really doesn't know.
Rina herself is the biggest prankster there is, loving to make others smile. Although the best is when she picks on her sister Scandra, which usually ends her up in a lecture for her oldest brother Clash. She out of all her siblings, is the most involved with the group she's always around to lend a smile when others are down, and she seems to be the perfect sibling. Her sibling bond is most strong with her brother Ozzy, and lesser with her sister Scandra.
Also, Rina herself always seems to be bouncing off the walls, filled with so much energy, it's okay to start worrying about her health. With that her powers seem to get a little out of control, and she ends up blasting herself in the face.
Kin
Sky Falling; Mother
Watchful Eyes; Father
Clashing Armies; Brother
Promised Land; Sister
Ocean Trenches; Brother
Shadow Chaser; Sister
Mate/crush
none, and none
Element
Storms
History
As a kit Rina-or Penny as she was then- was the crazy one, the girly girl; with a knack for getting into trouble. She loved messing with her elder brother Ozzy, the two were inseparable.
At birth, her mother died; no one really knows how maybe it was the fact that her mother gave birth to all of the elements and their power just drained and killed her. Which is the most likely out of all of the stories. Although her father found a surrogate mother for his precious babies, it was even when they were young that they would grow to be extremely powerful. As they grew Rina always got into trouble, for stuff she did, there was even a time were she painted an elder pink with some berries she and Ozzy had found.
It was winter, when everything went down and the kits were soon going to figure out which power of the element they possessed. It was Crash's idea to find out early, as he dragged all of his siblings out into the night. It was a stupid move, seeing as how when they can out into the cold, they couldn't find their way back home. Rina was terrified; figuring they were never go to go home. She was right in fact, after she had fallen asleep, she felt teeth in her back drag her off somewhere.
Each of the foxes gripped one of the kits and dragged them off into the night. To say that their father was distraught was an understatement, after the disappearance of his kits, the tom ran to the highest cliff and hurled himself off it. Although the kits themselves where very far from death, weather they knew it or not, the spirits planned to show them the true fact of life. It's unknown why they took these five, but from their pasts they are strong, and have an unbreakable bond.

Now Rina lived a more...happier life than her elder siblings. When the foxed dropped her she was laying in the grass of a beautiful lawn. When drawn came upon, little Rina had no memory of who or what she was, she turned her head as a door was thrown open, but she was too weak to run as gentle human hands wrapped around her shivering body. Next thing she knew she was in a weird room, with a weird two-leg dressed in white and sticking needles into her fur. Her marks still had not appeared as she had not yet discovered her amazing power.
After the human had been done poking her she was brought into a small cage in a place where there were so many cats around here, some laughed at her was the doctor walked through the halls; some screamed at her to make a break for it, and some smiled and welcomed her happily. She was put gently into a cage and fed. The cats around her asked where she was from, but she had no idea; who the hell she was or even where she came from. The cat across from her a nice fat tabby named Lila; read the tag on Rina's cage, and it read Yanda. Little Rina coiled at the name, it was so awful. She wanted a pretty name, and then before she could thin an old name popped into her head. Penny. So she went by that among the cats and refused to answer when people called her Yanda.
Living in the cage wasn't so bad, they fed her and kept her happy; then there were the other cats to talk to, she had become good friends with the old tom below her. Although she always felt like something was missing, when she closed her eyes she had dreams of beautiful landscapes, and the most amazing lake she had ever seen. She began to become restless in that cage, and pace around in circles for hours everyday, this cage was killing her. When she was adopted out, she still felt something more. The family she had moved in with, and a small child who always seemed to remind her of someone she had known, but could never place her paw on it.
It was a stormy-night when she found who she was, she was sleeping with the small girl on the couch, when a loud cracking slammed into the house and crushed them, Rina had no idea what to do, and before she could react the child was killed when another limb crashed into the house. Rina terrified leaped out of the gaping hole in the wall, and terrified her body and eyes began to glow a strange yellow color, as a shot of lightning flew from the sky and struck in front of her, sending Rina flying backwards. Memories that she had never had flashed into her mind, and she remembered everything. Looking to the sky her glowing eyes slowly parted the clouds. Turning Rina sprinted for the forest. She knew where she had to go, and in her scrambling she felt like lightning had struck down on her soul, as her element bonded with her.
When she reached home, she entered quickly ignoring the snow that covered the ground as she entered the camp where she had lived so long ago, she came face to face with her siblings. And Ozzy, she remembered him, the little girl reminded her of him. After Scandra's show, and pass out; she and Ozzy leaped for each other and tumbled over.
When the naming came, and after she had told them her story, she was given the name; Summer Rain. Or just Rina.

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