Windclan RP (v.2.0)

Silver-furred she-cat with light green eyes. Her strong legs are useful for running long distances and for powerful back-kicks, capable of dislocating an enemy's jaw. Friendly and dedicated to her Clan. Cautious and likes to patch up the dens in her free time.

A large, brown tabby tom with black tabby markings all over his body. He has a strong, lean build and especially sharp senses. He has a broad face and long whiskers, while his dark blue eyes tilt upwards slightly at the corners. His fur helps him camouflage into the moor. Dedicated and persistent. He is strong and courageous; puts the Clan above anything else. His father was a rogue.

A light cream-brown tom with faint medium-brown stripes and a few faded orange striped across his chest. Head-strong, ambitious, curious, nice, anxious, impatient, obedient. Was once ThunderClan, but the wind from a storm blew him away because he was small as a kit and brought him in front of the WC nusery. Many think his destiny lie in WindClan, given the wind carried him across the forest and moors

Flame-colored tom with a sharp amber gaze. He has a lean, muscular body build with a broad face and long legs good for hunting and running. His body is built especially for hunting but he can also fight very well. Kind, fun, caring.

Slender, tabby she-cat. She's about average size with a deep reddish/brown, short haired pelt and lovely, bright green eyes. Timid, Loyal, Quiet, Highly Intelligent. Orphaned as a kit, she was found by one of the Windclan warriors and was raised by a nursing queen as one of their own. She was accepted into the clan at an early age and feels strongly loyal towards her clan. There are few cats she will open up to though to those she does she usually forms a very close bond with them and would do anything for them.

A giant tom with a short, fluffy tail. His fur is pitch black, of medium length, and he has big, wide, eyes with many different shades of green. His ears are thin and very fluffy. His pelt always looks like he just ran through a tornado (cause that's the way moss rolls yo) and he always has a kitlike surprise expression on his face. Moss almost never smiles, but he is always happy. He's freakin huge. Moss is a quiet guy. He's the definition of gentle giant. He's the most affectionate thing in the world. Go cuddle him. When he gets mad though, he won't look it, but he will want to tear your insides out. When he's sad, he doesn't look it, but he will want to cry tears of despair. Moss is also very confused sometimes and doesn't understand other people's feelings. Once upon a time in Windclan territory, there was a kitten named Moss. He appeared one day just on the border of Windclan and Riverclan. No one knew who he was or how he got there, and he just sat there and stared up at the cats. They took him in and began raising him as their own. Moss was a good apprentice. He never spoke, but he did everything his mentor told him to. Then, Birdflight made him a warrior. Moss wanted to keep his name. He was overflowing with happiness. That was the first time he had smiled. Now, Moss is here. He is here to stay. Go cuddle him. Moss is surprisingly fast for a cat so big, but he's not as fast as some of the others. Moss is capable of sitting on someone and not knowing it. He is twice the size of a full-gown apprentice and half the size bigger of a full-grown warrior.

A short-furred, 20 moon old lanky tom with orange/amber eyes. His pelt is a flurry of colors; red, black, grey, and even a bit of brown, with tabby markings. He has wide ears and bicolored whiskers, half of which on his face are black and the other half white. Wildfang's tail is short and brush-like and not as soft as it appears. He is declawed and his fangs are unusually long and sharp, one even noticeably sticking out of his jaws. His body is built for quick and agile movement, though there's not a stealthy bone in his body. It is unclear whether it's simply against his will or if he doesn't understand the concept of a 'silent approach'.
Wildfang is reckless, sharp-tongued, thick-headed and playful. If this tom has an idea in mind, he will never back down from it or admit he's wrong. He's very hard to argue with, as he has a strong nature not to admit defeat. Wildfang is also, surprisingly, very charismatic. He likes conversation and is very good at keeping it. The tom almost 'oozes' charm. He does, however, have a strong sense of self-entitlement. Wildfang can sometimes believe he's above other cats and that the world's his own. This isn't very severe and can be tolerable, though sometimes annoying. Also, Wildfang is very loving and gentle towards his loved ones, but he might be a bit selfish and overprotective. Wildfang was born near twolegplace after his mother, Leopardfur, who had taken a rogue mate, left to give birth to her kits secretly. When she was almost halfway there on the way to her mate's den, she started kitting in a Twoleg's yard. Unluckily for her, a kittypet discovered her and called for their twoleg to try and 'help'. The twoleg found them and called the vet, who took care of the family until Wildfang and his sisters were old enough to run around. The twoleg happily took in the kits, and Leopardfur, grief-stricken and guilty, died afterwards. Wildfang, or Sparks, was an unruly kit. Whenever a twoleg tried to get close to him, he struck out with his claws or long fangs. Unable to take any more, the twoleg asked the vet to declaw him. This only caused Wildfang to behave more aggressively, and soon, the twoleg simply threw him out, keeping his nicer, more affectionate sisters and later selling them off to good homes. Wildfang wandered the territory until coming across Riverclan, where he was taken in briefly. The tom snuck out after the first week and ran towards Windclan territory. There, he was found, starving and exhausted. Windclan was impressed by the kit's endurance and took him in as their own, naming him Wildkit for the way his eyes and pelt looked when he was found. Wildfang doesn't like kits much, but enjoys the company of she-cats. He's one of Windystorm's closest tom friends.

Dark gray tom with a shaggy and unkempt coat. Has brilliant blue eyes. Adventurous and courageous.

An average-sized, pretty black-furred she-cat with soot gray paws. Her tail is a little longer than average, giving her exceptional balance. With her long legs, she is extremely fast and a strong leaper. Her claws are short, but razor sharp. Her eyes are bright green, almost flourescent in color. Loyal, inquisitive, and vivacious, she is outgoing and friendly. Was born in WindClan. Most of her other family died of greencough or rogue attacks.

Petite dark brown tabby with shiny fur and blue eyes. Has unsually sensitive hearing which makes her a natural hunter. Enthusiastic about being a warrior, hates being ignored above all.

A large 13 moon old handsome fluffy black tom with light yellow eyes. Sarcastic, cynical, a tad playful at times, and untrusting of most. Coalpaw was born to two very strong warriors. Pantherfrost was always cold and distant, preferring the company of his warrior sons and brother. Coalpaw was always much closer to his warm, nurturing mother and visited her everyday when he became an apprentice. His mentor was his uncle and role model, Rookfang. They became very close until they were on a patrol with Lightningstorm and Pantherfrost. A small group of four rogues attacked and killed Rookfang who had been too slow to take to the trees while Coalpaw had been sent off for help. Pantherfrost blamed Coalpaw for not being fast enough while Lightningstorm tried to comfort him, only getting pushed away at first. Very injured on his side and neck, Coalpaw spent the next few moons recovering. When he awoke from a long sleep because of his injuries and herbs, he found out his mother was dead and what was left of her was his little sister, Magpiekit. Seeking out comfort, he went to Lightningstorm and formed a close bond with her, his new mentor. They look after Magpiekit together and leave her with one of the Queens when they can't. He's actually pretty jealous of Windystorm because he's Lightningstorm's mate and is often rude to him. More so than any other.