Name: ~Springtrap~

Clan: Shadowclan

Gender: male

Clan Rank: Warrior

Appearance: Springtrap is a large orange tabby, standing at 40 cm at his shoulders. He has medium length hair that he doesnt keep groomed. Mats of fur cling to his pelt giving him an unfriendly appearance. Like most orange tabbies his eyes are a green color. He has two white spots that break the golden sea of fur. One rests on his chest and the other tips each of his four paws.
Numerous scars cover his body, many located on his face and chest. His right ear is mangled from what looks like a claw that moves down his face to his right eye. Long deep scars run the length of his face, all centered around his eyes. His neck and chest hold bite marks as well as deep scratches and old cuts. His paws show signs of having been burnt at one time with no hair growing on them.

Personality: Ever since his familys passing Springtraps personality has taken a turn. He was once a loving, inventive cat whos pride was his use of branches and such to help cats overcome physical disabilities. He worked with the medicine cat to aid warriors who had lost limbs to better their quality of life. Then came the series of unfortunate events that cost him his family.
Now that he has no living kin he has turned sour, his creative spark extinguished by the hatred he feels towards those who he feels did him wrong. He is a vindictive, grudge holding Tom who curses the life he is forced to now live.

Orientation: Bi-sexual

Backstory: *In all kithood was rather simple for Springkit. His mother and father were over the stars that they had finally been gifted a kit of their own after years of raising orphaned kits. He was loved unconditionally. There was nothing he ever wanted for, that was except for friends. He was a lonely kit, having no siblings. Most of his life he was considered a runt, his growth stunted in his young moons. His health wasnt the best either thus the other kittens didnt wish to play with him. Instead they mocked him for his size. Near his fifth moon he met his new found friends Dreamkit and Crosskit. The trio found closure in their differences from the other kits and formed a bond strong enough to be considered family.
At the time of his assessment though, tragedy struck. His father while out on patrol was struck down by what was said to be a badger, though the fiend was never located and put down. Rumors began to circulate through the clan that it wasnt a predator but a clan cat themselves. Springtrap, now baring his warrior name, began to scheme the demise of the one responsible for his fathers death.
Moons passed and he grew closer to his friends as his mother passed from her age. Left with no living kin he began to isolate himself more. His work with the medicine cat consumed him, his designs for these wooden limbs beginning to fail more than they worked. Hatred ate at him, until Crosshare saved him. She aided the warrior in finding peace with what had happened, gave him the family he longed for, and the love he craved. Finally his life was complete.
That was until disaster struck. All three of his kits were rather rambunctious despite their differences in age. The oldest, Needlepaw was the worse. Durning one of the gatherings, the kits all slipped from the den while their parents were out. With Needlepaw in the lead the younger two followed. The young molly was the first in the string of tragedies. Unaware of the danger the youngster strayed from her siblings, her curiosity greater than her brothers. It is speculated that it was a bobcat that brought her life to an end though ||only her remains|| were found days after she disappeared.
Patterpaw, was next. His end came slower, when in a freak storm a strike of lightning caught a portion of the camp on fire. Afraid the kit didnt escape but instead attempted to hide from the flames. Springtrap braved the fire to save his son, though the kits injuries eventually caught up to him. The Tom suffered from his paws being burned in the flames and some of his fur missing from burns along his sides and back.
Heartbroken both mother and father took a break from their duties. They found comfort in each other over anything else. Though it wasnt to last. The poisoned piece of prey claimed Needlepaw, which in turn broke Springtrap. The Tom lost it, determined that someone had it out for him and his family. He became obsessed with the feeling that the clan was against him, and that there was not one but several in on the ||deaths||. Paranoia consumed him and he spent most of his time trying to pin the blame on someone, anyone to find closure. It only took a moon to find the real culprit.
Like always Springtrap was the first to volunteer for patrol, though this time Crosshare was with him as well as Dreamdrifter the trio was reunited. On the edge of the Shadowclan's Territory the answers he sought came to light. Ahead of the group Springtrap only heard the yowl and splash of Crosshare as she was thrown into the lake. When he rushed to them he found Dreamdrifter ready to confront him as he held Crosshare under. Feeling abandoned by his friend Dreamdrifter had made it his mission to ruin the lives of those he believed ruined his own. He had planted his seeds of malice in every one of his actions, his greatest piece of evidence against his former friend being the poisoned fresh kill. It had been none other that the one Springtrap had brought to camp.
Springtrap didnt hesitate to attack. What happened next the ginger cat refuses to talk about, though some have their suspicions that he is really behind the murders. Needless to say both his friend and mate never were found after that night.

Age: 35 moons

Other: Tigerclaw

Accepted! You can jump in whenever you like.

Sweetness! Ill be adding two kitties later!

Is there any way I could get a brief summary of what has happened so far? If not that cool, but it may take me a moment to respond due to reading up on the replies!

Well, the thing is that the cats of ShadowClan are unaware of what has gone on outside the camp.

Form:
Name: Swiftriver

Clan: Riverclan

Gender: She-cat

Clan Rank: Warrior

Appearance: a fluffy heavy-set cat, her fur is white except around the face, paws, shoulders and tail tip where her fur is a darker greyish-black colour. Her left ear is also a pointed black but the right one remains a snowy white. She has blue eyes and powerful legs which help her swim faster than the average cat (hence her name)

Personality: She's generally pretty friendly and outgoing although she has a tendency to put her foot in her mouth since she always speaks her mind when asked too and doesn't mince words to spare peoples feelings.

She doesn't go out of her way to be cruel or point out cats flaws, however she's not one to lie outright when asked. Despite being friendly and carefree she's slow to open up about herself. Once she feels comfortable around a cat though, and considers them close she stays loyal for life and would defend them against others even if they were in the wrong.

Whenever she gets stressed or feeling down she likes to go for a swim to calm down. She finds the water rushing over her soothing and theres nothing better than the cool pull of the current through her fur.

Orientation: Lesbian

Backstory: Her parents had her much later in life, and she was the only kit they were able to have despite wanting more. She never had siblings and was born in leafbare, leading to her being rather lonely in the nursery as no other kits were born at the same time as her. Her parents, being on the older end often found themselves unable to keep up with her energy and so she know tries to make up for this lost time by being playful and excitable with anyone who can match her energy.

her parents often didn't want to admit they didn't have the energy for her and would make excuses or try their best to catch up with her only to wind themselves or tire themselves out. She quickly developed her sense of honesty and demanded they be upfront with her so she wouldn't be bothering them.

Her apprenticeship started off rocky as she constantly questioned her mentor and his training. Not because she didn't trust or believe him, but because she wanted to know the reasoning behind his thinking, it took a while for the miscommunication between the two to clear up. however, once it did they settled into a routine and an understanding of each other and formed a strong bond which carried her all the way to her warriorship.

Her mentor was also the one who had her focus on swimming techniques beyond what most apprentices go through since she loved the water so much.

Age: 22 moons

Other: Tigerclaw (The stinker)
her parents are currently thinking of retiring to the elders den.
I am a full-time student so I might be responding inconsistantly but I'll try to keep up responses every week atleast

Accepted. Looks like I might need to cause some drama...