Camp Clearing



Barrenstar, previously Barrenclaw, is the name a bitter WindClan leader carries. She is, as her cruel name suggests, a she-cat without hair. Never, from a kit, did she enjoy the gift of a pelt on a cold winter's night; having to endure torments from other, fur-covered cats. Her parents were as cruel as to bestow the poor kit the name Barrenkit who would one day become a fearsome and cold leader of their clan. A complete oddity with elongated ears and muzzle paired with out of proportion, large claws. If she was ever bestowed with fur she would have bared the colours of a Siamese... as her stretched, thin skin would suggest. Her eyes are a sharp green, flint-like and shrewd. She is slim and looks malnourished, though still a 'beautiful' edge to her harsh features. Because of her unfortunate circumstances, this leader grew up to be rather closed off and harsh. As a kit, her bitterness started early. She was isolated quickly and grew up to be aggressive in the fact that she would never learn good social skills. She built up a reputation as a fearsome cat, even as an apprentice - one not afraid to stoop as low as using claws while training. And, being picked on, Barren developed a complex and felt she had to build up her skills even better than the warriors. She trained rigorously, to prove to the clan she was the same as them - no, better! She was, and still is, fiercely competitive and a fighter to strike fear in the hearts of enemy cats. In an exceptional circumstance that one tom happened to accept her, the already angry and bitter she-cat was completely destroyed to find herself cursed with her name. Barren, unable to bear kits. After she was able to overcome her severe depression, Barrenclaw had decided there was still one thing to live for. She had to become the strongest cat in all the clans. And so, filled with that one and only desire, Barrenclaw worked her way up the hierarchy of the clan and finally came to rest as leader. Content? No. As the usual WindClan cat, she thirsted for more power, maybe even more than the average WindClan cat. She had to prove to the rest of the clans too. As a result of her complex, she is very closed off and can never be seen to be joyful in any circumstances and quick to snap at anything against what she wants. No cat wants to approach such a leader.

Lives - 9



Will be chosen by Leader*Barrenstar

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Will be chosen by Dragonstar*SiteOwner



A ruthless, ice hearted she-cat that could really care less if a kit was drowning before her eyes, even if it was her very own. For Violetwhiskers, weakness is not an option, and she will not hesitate to bully and accuse any cat who shows it. Her white fur is long and soft as a cloud, heavily contrasting against her striking sea-blue eyes that constantly betray her inner thoughts. Though beautiful and graceful on the outside, her soul is twisted and dark on the inside, and Violetwhiskers has no qualms against killing other cats during battle. Some believe it was her past that turned her cruel, and those closest to her claim she was born a bloodthirsty killer. As a kit, she was born with two others, both of which had died in the womb. Growing up alone, it was only until just before her apprentice ceremony that a new member of the Clan was born and given the name Asherkit. The two of them quickly became friends; that is, Violetkit verbally beat him into submission and turned him into her underling. Together they would bully Barrenkit from the day she was born until she became Deputy. Seething with jealousy that the bald disgrace of a cat became Deputy instead of herself, Violetwhiskers swore then and there to seek her revenge and kill the oddball. Nothing will stop her from committing this evil deed, not even StarClan itself.



An ash-grey tom with pale green eyes that is a little off his rocker due to many seasons of verbal torment from Violetwhiskers, Ashertail isn't exactly the best cat to have a conversation with. Prone to outbursts and long rants about absolute nonsense, many cats usually avoid his presence, and Violetwhiskers is the only cat who will tolerate his continuous blabber. Because of this, he often considers them as a 'couple'; a very twisted and unloving couple, to say the least. Even as a kit he was a bit of an oddball, but his mother loved him, and that was good enough for him; but then again, she couldn't do a think about how Violetkit teased and used him for her own selfish desires, all of which she called 'fun games'. When he still had a few strings of sanity left as an apprentice, he always felt bad for Barrenpaw, but couldn't do anything about it for fear that Violetpaw would punish him. Now an outcast in his own Clan, with no parents or siblings to take care of him, he is usually seen wandering around the territory in search of 'the perfect prey', and it has been rumored that he will have to be sent to live in the Elders' Den before he finally snaps from the stress of a Warrior's life.


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ThunderClan: The skies are clear with plenty of sunshine, and prey is scurrying to get to fallen acorns and leaves.

ShadowClan: A biting wind chills any cat outside of the camp, and frost is beginning to appear on the marshy ground.

RiverClan: The sun shines brightly, warming the river waters and pelts of cats.

WindClan: Though the sky is empty blue, a freezing wind tears across the open moorland.

Season: Leaf-Fall


Toms; 4 She-Cats; 4

ThunderClan; 1, 0

ShadowClan; 1, 0

RiverClan; 1, 1

WindClan; 1, 2

Loners; 0, 0

Rogues; 0, 1