Character Sheet:

Morningecho

Rank: Warrior
Age: Thirty moons of age
Gender: Female

Personality:
Regal and noble, this is a feline of impeccable ShadowClan breeding, coming from a long line of supreme warriors of their previous clan. Carrying herself with an air of grace, Morningecho is a she-cat who is confident in her abilities, yet manages to remain humble, always offering a paw of assistance or a word of advice to her clanmates. Particularly fond of the kits, a trait she inherited from her grandmother who had multiple litters in her time, Morningecho is an only kit and thrives off spending time with the queens or apprentices in her spare time, living vicariously through the childhood she never had the chance to experience. Determined and dauntless, Morningecho isn't afraid to get her claws dirty, throwing herself head-first into potentially fatal situations for the sake of her clan. Loyal to a fault, she was groomed in her youth to be the perfect warrior, having large pawprints to follow and high expectations placed on her by her mother, and all that she does was in the name of ShadowClan, and now in the name of PineClan instead. Born amongst the turmoil, stability is something unknown to Morningecho, and peace often makes the she-cat anxious, as she never truly knows when everything will erupt, and all that they fought tooth and claw to build, would cease to exist.
Appearance:
Morningecho is a grey she-cat with darker points, with marbling stripes and spots hinting to her rosette-patterned lineage. A uniquely shaped dark spot centers her chest, mimicking  a heart, and similarly, a crescent moon is upon her left cheek. As she came into her adult moons, the white on her body began to grow and spread, creating splashes of white marring her beautiful pelt. Her coat is thick and fluffy, especially around her cheeks, and her ears are tufted. She's a well-built cat, yet moves with the liquid ease of a female that was raised to fight for her life, and to ensure her survival if she couldn't rely on any others. Her eyes, a pale blue, appear almost periwinkle in the appropriate lighting, a trait inherited from her grandfather. A few scars litter the she-cat's fur from the multiple attempts on her life, a story written into the very fabric of her skin.
Backstory:
Generationally, the cats in Morningecho's family had paired with cats of their equal, seeking to continue a family lineage of refined, honed warriors of exceptional skill. This tradition had momentarily been skipped, for her grandmother had been a gentler female, and had mated for love with a high-ranking male. Her great uncle despised this, a male who thirsted for power above all else and therefore tried to kill his sister's new mate to control her life, however, their love persevered and Morningecho's mother and uncle were born moons later after struggles to conceive. Before long, her mother established herself as a notable warrior in ShadowClan, and met a male that perfectly complemented her, and thus came their singular kit, Morningkit, continuing the old traditions of their maternal side. Things were becoming unstable within ShadowClan, and her mother began to groom her only kit to ensure her survival, desperate that her only daughter wouldn't perish in the fighting that began within the unstable clan. Sooner or later, each member of her family sacrificed themselves throughout the long moons that followed her birth, the first being her elderly grandmother who had fought her own brother during an attempt to grab for power, ambition driving him to attack his own niece and grand-niece during his efforts. The last, was her mother, who ensured Morningecho would have the chance to escape with Owljump when the other clans sought to drive them out. Sacrifice, death, and heartbreak followed Morningecho like her own shadow, yet it forged a she-cat with a will of iron, and the determination to not only survive, but to succeed.

Mate:
Unmated, Morningecho currently doesn't have any interest in her surviving clanmates, however, a dark part of her, inherited from her grand-uncle, yearns for a tom that would possess her, and produce a powerful bloodline together. These urges are suppressed and ignored, for they are a reminder of the horrors of her family line, one of great ambition and darkness.

Other:
Morningecho has a case of vitiligo, that grew throughout her apprenticeship to cover a quarter of her body.
She possesses a secret love for decorating and collecting things, especially pretty feathers, the dried skin of various animals, and even mosses and rocks. She wouldn't confess such a vulnerability to anyone. However, it's believed that she learned this from the cats of her kittenhood. Her grandmother had a pet pebble, once.
Her favorite prey is crows, if she can ever get her claws on one, not out of enjoyment for their flesh but for the novelty of outsmarting her prey. Otherwise, she has a love for frogs and similar prey for their tender meat.
Morningecho is a character with generational trauma, and from a family that twisted itself up until a snapping point. 
Her mother was named Hailfire, and her grandmother was known as Skyfall, who was a notable queen during ShadowClan and known for her soft nature and loving heart. They belong to StarClan.
Her great uncle, Silentstorm, was a possessive, twisted, ambitious tom who yearned for power above all else, even seeking a mate that would give him strong kits. He belongs to the Dark Forest.
Morningecho struggles with these two sides of her family line, a difference between siblings. Skyfall was maternal, gentle-natured, wise, and loving, whereas Silentstorm was vicious, short-tempered, cruel, and ambitious. Finding the balance between two natures that were groomed into her, fighting the trauma of her bloodline and the horrors she faced during the downfall of ShadowClan. 
She's just a silly little traumatized bb. 

[ Character belongs to me, art done by xHRABANx on DeviantArt ]

Gentlebreeze

Rank - Healer

Age - 34 moons

Personality -  A gentle, caring she-cat. She is an extremely gentle and sweet cat. She adores kits, and loves to talk with elders and queens. She is also very caring, and will go outside the territories for a herb that might save a clanmates life. She does not have one mean bone in her body. Even if a cat bribed her with a stack of prey, and the promise of good weather, she would never say an insult to another cat. Gentlebreeze has a loving demeanor. It is almost always platonic. Her experience with herbs is very well, and she enjoys learning more. She is a slightly sensitive cat when it comes to her age. She doesn't like to be looked down upon because she's so young. She is a shy cat, and will not stand up for herself. Gentlebreeze gets stressed easily, and sometimes needs someone to talk to, and get her built up emotions out.

Appearance - Gentlebreeze is a flame pointed siamese. Most of her fur is a light cream/tan. She has light orange on her paws, tail, muzzle, and ears. She has beautiful pale blue eyes. She has a scar on her muzzle involving an incident with a loner.

Backstory - She always dreamt of becoming a warrior, fighting for her clan, and feeding them. She enjoyed practising her hunting skills on leaves, and clawing up sticks. Her kithood was nice, and she got a mentor. Her life was happy, until Starclan themselves called upon her. They sent a sign to the previous medicine cat, who was very old and weak. Gentlebreeze was disappointed when she learned she was forced upon a destiny. A destiny she never wanted. Yet she never complained, and learned with the elderly medicine cat. She caught on quickly, and was announced her medicine cat name. She is now proud of her postition in the clan, but still wishes she was a warrior.

Mate/Love Interest - None

Other - Gentlebreeze has a british accent.

Aureum (ow-ree-oom)

Rank - Kittypet

Age - 8 Moons

Personality - A bouncy, skittish young feline. She is usually very enthusiastic, looking for the postives in tough situations. She's very energetic and playful. She's also quite skittish, any rustle in the bushes and she's already running up a tree. Auream is quite friendly and social to cats she is comfortable with. If she sees a stranger, she will try and fluff up her kitten fur in an attempt to scare them off. She tries to be tough and brave, but usually her flight instinct kicks in quite quickly. 

Appearance - A pretty black and white young she. With blue/green eyes, and a lavender colored collar. On her collar, is a little bell, which gives away her away easily.

Backstory - Aureum was born in an alley way of a city. Her mother died giving birth, leaving her and one other kit struggling for life. Some housefolk rescued the two, putting them in a "shelter". Aureum was quickly adopted when she was weaned, seperated from her only kin. She enjoys her housefolk, but she wishes there was more to life than staying in the confines of her home. 

Mates/Love Interest - None, she's too innocent

Other - Aureum has a soft british accent. She still has a lot of her kitten fur, making her seem quite fluffy. 

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Name:
Cougarbramble
Rank:
Senior Warrior
Age:
168~
Personality:
Cougarbramble's personality had changed much over the years- going from a young brash apprentince to a mellowed out even tempered gentleman, and now, a hollow husk of the cat he used to be. It was bound to happen, seeing one's long life completly washed away.

Nowadays he appears to be a quiet fellow, who oddly stares into the distance randomly, as he moves gingerly through his resumed warrior tasks. He cannot bear the thought to be an elder in the newly budding clan- if he was left alive by star clan, then it must have been because his service is not yet over.

This newfound role he strongly believes to be his assigned purpose by star clan, but the events have noteably torn him down, and he looks forward to the day he finds himself in the company of his extended family again.

He has allways strongly believed in Star Clan- and he certainly does now. He frequently talks to the stars at night.

Suppose, he serves his role as the classic storytelling elder- he now feels responsible to keep the memory alive of so many cats, and it helps to bring them back to life for him, if just for a moment.

Appearance:
Cougarbramble has an evenly ticked pelt without any stripes, sans two subtle tear streaks near his face. He would genetically be a black ticked (probably sepia) tabby. His undersides and toes are lighter.

His physique falls more on the cobby side.

Backstory:
Cougarbramble is a cat that has seen it all, lived it all. Through life, he has seen multiple loves and friendships blossom, and 3-4 generations sprout down from his spot in the family tree, with perhaps the fifth on the way. And he watched the family tear its own members apart, and the clan along with it. Such rich life and legacy, had crumbled before his own rheumy eyes. A man cannot help but wonder, what kind of cruel joke is it to take nigh everyone but the old man already in his twilight years, and rob him from the opportunity to pass his final moments in the home he knew?

So, here he is now in the new Pineclan, leaving his pensioned position in the hopes of rekindling the embers that have been left behind from his old life, as a last mission before he earns his final rest.


Mates/Love interest:
Unless someone wants to be his surviving wife then chances are no

Other:
Bramble was not his innitial suffix, it was something he innitially choose in order to honour a dead friend.

I am not the most active Lioden player, I thought a more laidback and old cat nearing his end would fit my style better and also provide a very concrete living link to Shadowclan.

If anyone wants to claim him as somesort of ancestor, feel free to do so and notify me in some way if possible- keep in mind he will undoubtedly be closer to a cat that is closer realated to him.

I mentioned this in his backstory, but age wise he certainly qualifies being an elder- he just stubbornly refuses to be.