{ Image Credits ~ Flickr / Tambako The Jaguar }

"You look to me to find the truth and what I say is what you do, but everyone you look up to is really as f***** up as you."

•Name•
Scorchstar.

•Age•
96 moons (8 years) old.

•Gender & Sex•
Male.

•Orientation•
Heterosexual - Heteroromantic.

•Rank•
Leader.

•Subspecies•
Amur Tiger x Bengal Tiger (Golden Tabby Morph).

•Appearance•
Scorchstar is a massive tiger, far out-sizing any normal Amur or Bengal. Heavy boned with a build made up of toned muscle, he can prove a rather imposing sight. His height and weight aren't the only traits that make him unusual, his coat contrasting from from the usual black striped orange and white pelt tigers are so well known for. His dense, thick coat is a pale golden color instead, marked by thick light orange stripes while creamy white fur covers the lower muzzle, cheeks, throat, chest, underbelly, tail and above the eyes. The light-furred tail is circled by thin deep golden-orange bands and his eyes are a light shade of yellow.



•Positives and Negatives•
+ Strong.
+ Persuasive.
+ Clever.
- Violent.
- Ruthless.
- Not the quickest.

•Personality•
Scorchstar is a powerful tiger with a taste for violence. Even in cubhood he had a rather strong inclination for brutality, but some of his rougher qualities were softened considerably by his best friend and later mate Spottedcloud. In a way she was the only conscience he ever had and he refrained from causing undue harm to other creatures if only because he knew it would cause her grief. With Spottedcloud now gone and a dark thirst for vengeance left to fester in him Scorchstar has reverted into a very dangerous cat, lusting for revenge against the canines and hyenas of the Mud.

When dealing with his Clanmates, Scorchstar has learned to suppress most of his violent tendencies, pushing a facade of normalcy. It is unlikely he would have been accepted as deputy let alone leader if he had not. Charming and charismatic, he exudes tranquility and security, remaining visibly unperturbed and kindly for as long as it will help him achieve his goals. Rather than flaring hot, Scorchstar's anger tends to be ice cold, but you can always tell when he's displeased by his tone of voice. He doesn't yell, he doesn't hit, but if his voice drops even the slightest from it's usual pleasantness it's cause for worry.

•Backstory•
*Warning; non-graphic incest mention*.

Scorchstar's parents were outsiders, two oddly colored tigers who showed up at ShadeClan's border one morning. His mother was white as snow with onyx stripes while his father resembled himself. Intrigued by the strangers,, ShadeClan's former leader invited them back to camp. The newcomers revealed everyone from their former group looked like them, but offered no other explanation than that. The truth was unspeakable, that the leader of their former group believed in pure bloodlines. Every single tiger was related in some way, and in Snowflower and Goldenclaw's case, they were cousins.

Snowflower was already heavy with cubs when they were accepted into the Clan, ushered into the nursery while Goldenclaw received warrior training. Three cubs were born, but only one survived. They named him Scorchcub after his stunning golden-orange coat. Scorchcub wasn't the Clan's only oddity at the time. A tigress called Sunsetpelt bore offspring that were half tiger, half leopard; Spottedcub, Dapplecub and Specklecub. Scorchcub and Spottedcub soon developed a bond that would be broken only be death.

In his youth Scorchpaw was rather rough, often unnecessarily hostile and cruel to the other apprentices, but Spottedpaw would have none of it. He might be kind to her and her siblings, but Spottedpaw was not blind to her friend's behavior and would go on to do something his parents never cared to, correct him. As they grew older their relationship evolved from friendship to love and they agreed to become mates as young warriors. Scorchclaw found other outlets for his aggression that didn't involve harming his own Clanmates and came to be a highly respected warrior.

He and Spottedcloud never managed to have cubs, as every time they tried nothing resulted from their coupling, both silently wondering if something was wrong with them, but they didn't allow it to damage their love for one another. Cubs or not, they were meant to be. Scorchclaw was named deputy after the previous deputy Snaketail retired and promised Spottedcloud once he became leader she would be his second. Tragedy struck not long after that. A skirmish with a mixed gang of jackals and hyenas turned violent and Spottedcloud was killed in the chaos.

Though the gang was not from the Mud and rather a rogue group out to cause trouble, Scorchstar now has a deep-set hatred for all canine and hyena kind. Ever since that day he has urged the other leaders to help him eliminate the inhabitants of the Mud. "We should kill them all. It is only a matter of time before they betray us." The death of a young SolClan lion in recent times has only further solidified his convictions. All canines must die.

•Family•
Snowflower [Deceased]
Mother - Status Unknown

Goldenclaw [Deceased]
Father - Status Unknown

•Other Relationships•
Spottedcloud [Deceased]
Mate - In StarClan

Dappleheart & Specklestream [Adoptable]
Friends/Siblings of Spottedcloud

•Theme Song•
Pain - Hollywood Undead.

Warning; song includes cursing.

•Other•
Nope!

Canines/hyenas bring out the worst in him. His calm facade fades into something less friendly in their presence and he wants nothing more than to destroy them, but will refrain from doing so until the time is right.






{ Image Credit ~ Wikimedia Commons / Lotse }

"You've had your say, now take your seat. I know my place, you don't know me."

•Name•
Firestorm.

•Age•
72 moons (6 years) old.

•Gender & Sex•
Female.

•Orientation•
Heterosexual - Biromantic.

•Rank•
Warrior.

•Subspecies•
Indochinese Tiger.

•Appearance•
Smaller in stature than most tigers, what Firestorm lacks in height she makes up for with might. Her short pelt is a deep orange color extending over the majority of her body save for the white fur covering the lower half of her face, throat, chest, underbelly and the insides of her legs. The pattern of her stripes is unique to her subspecies, narrow and distinctively black. Her large, round eyes are light golden with coppery undertones and her nose is a vibrant pink. She is 235 centimeters long from muzzle to tail-tip and weighs an even 266 pounds. Firestorm retains the usual bulk and muscle commonly found in tigers while still striking a rather graceful figure. Her nose is split down the middle and her left ear is torn.

•Positives and Negatives•
+ Loyal.
+ Courageous.
+ Quick, agile and well balanced.
- Unforgiving.
- Short temper.

•Personality•
​Firestorm is a reserved tigress with a strong sense of moral justice. She would never turn down another cat in need, even going so far as to put her life at risk for the sake of someone else regardless of the consequences. Despite being more on the silent side, Firestorm is loving and amiable to those she holds close to her heart, but generally avoids becoming overly familiar with anyone outside of her own family, having a rather small social circle as a result. This isn't to say she is unfriendly however. Firestorm is a responsible warrior who takes her Clan duties very seriously and can work with her Clanmates just fine.

​Firestorm is not entirely against closer relationships, it just may take some time to gain her trust enough for her to consider you a friend. It's often hard to tell what exactly she's thinking as she masks her emotions well and isn't easy to read. Prone to holding grudges against those who do her wrong, she can prove a deadly enemy. Moons of harsh training under her mother Blackstripe’s tutelage have hardened her, and though she has not lost her compassion, her temper is often a short fuse that’s hard to control once lit. ​Should any cat get on her bad side it will take time and genuine remorse on their part to gain back her favor and forgiveness. ​

•Backstory•
Life started out fairly normal for Firestorm. She was born into a small litter alongside her brother Redfur to first time parents Longclaw and Blackstripe. Their father was gentle and kindly, but Blackstripe demanded much from her cubs. She wanted them to become the best warriors their Clan had ever seen. This was all fine and dandy when it just related to training, though she often challenged them to sparring sessions against herself to improve their skills and could prove rough with them.

Things took a turn for the worst when an aggressive bull elephant wandered into the territory and the young siblings set out on the false assumption they could handle it on their own, encouraged by their foolhardy young mother who accompanied them. The incident left Redfur dead, but Firestorm was luckily uninjured save for a split nose and ripped ear. Inconsolable and torn apart by grief, Firestorm blamed her mother for her brother's demise. Their relationship continued to sour over the next few moons as Firestorm began noticing just now narcissistic and manipulative Blackstripe could be, perhaps for the first time in her life.

The drift between them eventually increased beyond repair. The first thing Firestorm did upon being named a fully fledged warrior was chase Blackstripe out of the Clan, believing her a danger to everyone she knew. Under the cover of night she pursued Blackstripe across territory borders with the threat that if she ever set paw on ShadeClan land again she would be met with merciless violence. As far as the Clan knows Blackstripe left of her own free will, unaware her own daughter ordered her to leave forever. Thus far Blackstripe appears to be taking her daughter’s warning seriously, but Firestorm can’t help feeling she hasn’t seen the last of her.

•Family•
Blackstripe [Adoptable]
Mother - Status Unknown

Longclaw [Adoptable]
Father - Warrior

Redfur [Deceased]
Litter Brother - In StarClan

Darkpaw & Lightpaw
Cubs - Alive

•Other Relationships•
None yet. Open for one or two close friends and other relatives.

•Theme Song•
Up In Flames - Icon For Hire.






{ Image Credit ~ Wikimedia Commons / Nichollas Harrison }

"I want something just like this."

•Name•
Spidercub - Spiderpaw - Spiderfang.

•Name Meaning•
Spider for his black stripes. Fang for decent fighting skills and above average hunting skills.

•Age•
60 moons (5 years) old.

•Gender & Sex•
Male.

•Orientation•
Bisexual - Biromantic.

•Rank•
Warrior.

•Subspecies•
Sumatran Tiger.

•Appearance•
Average sized for his sub-species at 225 pounds, which is a bit small compared to most tigers, more on par with the size of larger leopards or jaguars. His base is a dark burnt orange color with narrow black stripes that dissolve into spots along the back, flanks and hind legs. A prominent ruff surrounds the neck and his underfur is barely paler than the rest of his body, whitest at the cheeks and belly. His eyes are a light yellow-green color and his nose is bright pink.

•Positives and Negatives•
+ Kind.
+ Patient.
+ Intelligent.
- Anxious.
- Passive-Aggressive.

•Personality•
Spiderfang is a gentle young tiger with a kind heart and compassionate nature. He shies away from violence and doesn't enjoy fighting though he's fairly decent at it, but is an excellent and skilled hunter. The thrill of the chase, as short-lived as it usually is, is always his favorite part. He can prove rather forgetful and clumsy, very easily distracted, but overall means well. He is easy-going and passive in demeanor, yet still willing to stand up for himself and others when he feels the need. More often than not however he will avoid confrontation if he can, usually fleeing a tense encounter with a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue. That aside, Spiderfang is a friendly and warm individual who always strives to do the right thing. All in all he's an amicable fellow who's easy to be around so long as you can accept his flaws. He tends to be a worrier, especially prone to fussing over his daughter.

•Backstory•
A fairly average Clan backstory that isn't particularly exciting. He was a timid cub and apprentice. His mentor had a hard time getting him to practice battle moves, but his love of hunting ended up shining though, earning him his warrior name once the time came. He became a father fairly young, four-five years being around the age male tigers begin breeding. Spiderfang has always wanted a family and is more than happy sharing his life with Feathercloud and Beetlecub.

•Family•
- Feathercloud [Alive - Mate - Queen/Warrior][Played by Auron].
- Beetlecub [Alive - Daughter - Cub][ Played by Insert].

•Other Relationships•
None yet. Open.

•Theme Song•
Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers & Coldplay.

Patcheart


"We all change, when you think about it, we're all different people; all through our lives, and that's okay, that's good, you've gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be. I will not forget one line of this, not one day, I swear."

•Age•
6Y

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Rank•
Deputy

•Subspecies•
Siberian Tiger

•Appearance•
Standing at a height of forty three inches, and weighing in at two hundred and ninety nine pounds, Patcheart is neither very large, nor very small for her species. Deep onyx stripes adorn Patcheart's lean frame getting thicker the farther back they travel, her orange fur deepening into a striking mahogany from her shoulders back. This tigress's muscled frame is embellished with a noticeably shaggy pelt that inherently sticks out in random directions, giving the feline a rakish air, and at times making her look even larger than she truly is. Patcheart's hooded gaze is a pale yellow in color, which at times takes on a alabaster shade in certain lighting.

•Positives and Negatives•
+Physically Well Balanced-ie Strength/Speed/Agility/endurance/
+Unbelievably Skilled At Sneaking
+Willful
+/- Manipulative
- Stubborn/Opinionated
- Hoarder (Especially Shiny Stuff)

•Personality•
Sporadically cheerful, and thoughtful Patcheart is a tigeress who can switch between emotions quickly, and passionately, sometimes without any determinable reason. Though this shaggy feline is unpredictable, she is not easily prone to violence and will often seek time alone if she ever finds herself angry. However, though Patcheart is a peacemaker at heart, she has no qualms with self-defense or the defense of family, friends, or even strangers and is a very formidable opponent especially when she is able to sneak up upon her enemies.

Well spoken, and adept at arguing a particular point, Patcheart enjoys a duel of words almost as much as she enjoys a rain storm or a bath. This onyx striped feline is a very good listener, and is very observant allowing the predator to easily identify and solve possible issues that may arise within clan dynamics. Additionally, this feline is notably more independent than dependent, and will often take an issue into her own paws if she believes she can handle the situation. Unwilling to argue publicly with her superior, Scorchstar, Patcheart always does her best to seem completely united with the leader though she has been known to argue her views fiercely on certain topics in private, especially of late.

It must be noted that Patcheart very much dislikes being lied to, even by omission.

•Backstory•
Patcheart was born into an ancient line of Shadeclan tigers, who could trace their ancestry back to the very first tigers to claim land on the home island. For much of her life Patcheart's only goal was to follow in her mother's footsteps and become a medicine cat for the clan. The female spent almost all of her youth in the clan medicine den asking questions and learning how to heal other individuals, even going so far as to become a medicine cat apprentice at her sixth month ceremony. Patcheart's father dearly wished for the female to take another path, one that would eventually lead her to becoming a deputy like himself as her ability to remain unnoticed and quiet was quite exceptional...but being the willful feline she had always been Patcheart did not give in to his silver-tongued pleas. Snaketail was injured halfway through Patcheart's second month as a medicine cat apprentice, a grievous injury of the hind leg that would leave him crippled for the rest of his life and required him to retire his rank as deputy. Patcheart's father was a proud,bombastic soul, and what happened next should have been no surprise to Patcheart herself as Snaketail increased his pressure on his daughter tenfold.

Only a few weeks after his grievous injury, Snaketail took his own life, unwilling or unable to accept the life of a cripple. Patcheart was heartbroken, and secretly blamed her mother for her inability to fix Snaketail's body, as well as his mind after his injury. A crevice between mother and daughter started to emerge, as Patcheart decided to become a warrior with the ultimate goal of achieving the rank of deputy. Eventually Patcheart's anger at her mother started to ebb, as it became obvious that the female was slowly wasting away from grief. Urged by her best-friend at the time, Russetheart, as well as her brother, Darkwood, who had taken her place as a medicine cat apprentice, to heal the rift between mother and daughter, Patcheart slowly spent more time with Cloverthorn. The bond between the two healed, leaving a stronger relationship in it's place, but the medicine cat continued to waste away to the point where Patcheart and her brother feared that the she-cat had some sort of malady previously unheard of. Cloverthorn was amused, and saddened, by their worry confiding in Patcheart that the malady she suffered from was well known, deadly, and incurable...love. The loss of her mate took it's toll on Cloverthorn, and the female passed away from heartbreak when Patcheart and her brother were three years old.

WIP

•Family•
[ Cloverthorn ]-Mother-Deceased
[ Snaketail ]-Father-Deceased
[ Darkwood ]-Brother-Alive
[ ]-Offspring-Alive
[ ]-Offspring-Alive

•Other Relationships•
[ Russetheart ]-Former Lover/Bestfriend (Friends With Benefits)-Unknown

•Other•
Nope

This was taken by Arthur Xanthopoulos
•Name•
Rustwing

•Age•
49 Moons [Four Years] Old

•Gender & Sex•
Male

•Orientation•
Bisexual

•Rank•
Warrior

•Subspecies•
Siberian Tiger


This was taken by Arthur Xanthopoulos

•Appearance•
Rustwing is a large male, He weighs around 720lbs, standing around Four feet in height. His eyes are a odd yellowish green color, his face holding sharp contrasting black lines, his body is stocky and large meant for fighting, his stripes stand out from his fur rather well seeing as he is a redish brown color instead of just being an orangish red. His back seems to have few stripes but he still has them, his tail seeming to hold most of his stripes. RustWing does have a few scars from past battles

•Positives and Negatives•
+ His height and weight Give him an advantage with lions and other tigers
+ He's good with cubs but doesn't hand around a lot
+ He has been in a few fights
- His height and weight give him a disadvantage with dogs.
- He's not a very good sneak attacker

•Personality•
Rustwing is a bit of a hard head, but most of the time he's a loveable giant. He loves to just lay on the ground and let the cubs try to 'attack him' his large size tends to have a few of them jumping on him. The large male is often seen under a tree's relaxing often staying in the same spot for hours at a time, well until he's told he has a job. Rustwing is rather protective and more than often not ready for battle despite his laziness.

•Backstory•
Rustwing was the only cub born to his mother. Brindleheart, his father, Stone, was a rouge he grew up in the clan, always being a bit smaller than the other cubs but that quickly changed when he was about a year and a half, he almost dwarfed his mother by his second birthday. He's an accomplished warrior, he's been in a few battles resulting in scarring on his back leg and shoulders.

•Family•
Mother- Brindleheart [Adoptable]
Father- Stone [Adoptable] [Rouge]

•Other Relationships•
Friends
Develpoing

Crush
N/A developing

Mate
N/A Need a Crush first

•Theme Song•
Nothing But Thieves - Honey Whiskey

•Other•
Nope nopepety nope


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You can find the photogropher under PicturebyPali on deviantart
•Name•
Honeypaw ----> [Honeystem]

•Age•
26 Moons [Two Years] Old

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Heterosexual

•Rank•
Apprentice

•Subspecies•
Sibiran tiger


You can find the photogropher under PicturebyPali on deviantart

•Appearance•
Honeypaw Stands just under three feet in height, she weighs just under 200lbs, she's rather pretty, her fur seems to be a dark red when she's in the shade, but when she's in the sunlight her fur is lighter but still seems a bit dark. The white on her body is extremely noticeable no matter where she is, While she doesn't have her mom's wild fur all over, the fur on her cheeks seems to puff out a bit more than normal.

•Positives and Negatives•
+ Quick
+ Rather Good Swimmer
+ Good Hunter
- Not the best fighter
- Low stamina

•Personality•
Honeypaw is a bit of a rebel, she loves to sneak off at night and just adventure, she doesn't take her training as serious as she should, but most of her happiness is more or less a cover, she often is bored of life in the clan wanting to go off and adventure on her own, a trait that she seemed to have gained from her father, she loves the stories of adventure and wants to go on an epic one. She often changes her personality to match others.

•Backstory•
Honeypaw was born to Patcheart and Russetheart, she was the second born in the litter of two, her name coming from the color of her eyes which were a honey like from the day she was born. From a young age she was always going out farther then she was supposed to, she loved the concept of adventure, going places others haven't, a trait she apparently gained from her father, as she got older she always traveled farther than she was supposed to, and when she became an apprentice, it was the greatest day of her life, she often went out farther then she was supposed to, claiming she got lost

•Family•
Mother- Patcheart [MoeMoe]
Father- Russetheart [Adoptable, Contact MoeMoe (#65000) ]
Brother- Sunpaw [Moonbalance]

•Other Relationships•
Friends
Develpoing

Crush
N/A needs to develop

Mate
N/A Need a Crush first

•Theme Song•
Halsey - Young God

•Other•
Nope nopepety nope

{another serious wip lol forgive me}

•Name•
Darkwood.

•Age•
6 Years Old.

•Gender & Sex•
Male.

•Orientation•
Pansexual - Panromantic.

•Rank•
Medicine Cat.

•Subspecies•
Siberian Tiger.

•Appearance•
Darkwood earns his name from both the darkness of his coat and his quirky habit of seemingly dissolving into the shadows. The majority of him is a rich, rustic reddish ginger that lightens subtly into a cream colour along his underbelly, paws, muzzle and throat. He has bright white lines beneath his eyes, seemingly emphasizing the concoction of sage green and sun yellow that make up the irises of his eyes. Thick onyx stripes smother the majority of the male's coat, swirling into a marbled pattern along his sides. Similar to his sister, his fur has habit of appearing rather unruly and shaggy, though the "bed head" look rather suits him. He is not very large in terms of bulk or brawn, but makes up for it with his impressive height and long-bodied structure. He is built for precision, flexibility, and speed, though he has rather large paws fastened to the ends of his long limbs.

•Positives and Negatives•
+ Confident in his trade
+ Fiercely clever
+ Kind-hearted
- Socially awkward and shy
- Brutally honest to the point of offense
- Can be pretty short-tempered and grumpy

•Personality•
One paragraph or more

•Backstory•
One paragraph or more

•Family•


•Other Relationships•
Friends, enemies, crushes, etc.

•Theme Song•
Optional

•Other•
What else?