Silvescorch

Name:
> silver - for the color of his fur
> scorch - to bear his abilities with pride
Gender: tom
Age: 32 moons
Rank: outcast
Desired rank: warrior
Previous ranks: kit (Silverkit), apprentice (Silverpaw)
Former clan: Earthclan
> He never officially became a warrior. His mother gave him the name he has now when he came of age.

Scent: The aromatic smell of pine needles mixed with refreshing rain and thyme-moss, unlike what you would expect from a cat with fire abilities. The reason is simple. He refuses to use them. He doesn't want to smell like burning wood and stifling smoke, so he puts a lot of effort into keeping his scent nice and gentle.

Appearance: He is a strong tomcat with solid build, but soft facial features and light green eyes. The silver and cedar brown colors of his coat create a marble pattern, pleasing to the eye. Life hadn't thrown any brawls and fights his way, so his fur is as good as new. You wouldn't find a single big scar on his body. (reference (pic), article)

Personality: Silverscorch inherited his mother's gentleness. Even though he is usually quiet and taciturn and enjoys his alone time, he is fond of the company of other cats. When he still lived with his mother, he would take care of her and was attentive to her needs. Not because he doubted her ability to survive without a clan, but he simply... wanted to. And he would do it for any cat he cherished. Silver feels joy every time he can remember a small detail about his close ones and make them smile. It is true that his ways of showing affection might be strange sometimes, but everything he does is guaranteed to be genuine. However, being gentle doesn't mean being naive. Life is harsh and Silverscorch knows it very well. There's no space for being gullible in life. He doesn't trust easily and it takes a lot of work for other cats to get him to open. If someone starts forcing him, he closes himself off even more. After all, time is the most precious for him. Rather, he still needs time to come to terms with his current life. He would never blame his parents, but that doesn't apply to the other cats in the Earthclan. The bitterness on his tongue has yet to subside.
His father is said to be a mighty warrior of the Fireclan, but he never met him. He has no clue if any part of him is anywhere similar to his father. It might be hidden somewhere deep in his soul. It might be the exciting thrill he feels when he hunts down his prey or the bravery that fills his veins when he stands up for others. Or even something that he unknowingly buried. Who knows what he might discover in the future?

Likes: Walks in the forest, warm sun, solitude, order
Dislikes: Cold weather, when he is forced to do something, sudden chances his fire abilities
Fears: Never being able to see his mother and live in a clan again
Sexuality: Pansexual
Offspring: None
Mother: Finchfeather (Earthclan warrior)
Father: Flametail (Fireclan warrior)

History: The exquisitely silver kitten was born into the Earthclan, as Finchfeather's only offspring. His mother was a young aspiring warrior who was smitten with the tempestuous Flametail of the Fireclan. Despite the fact that Silverkit has never met him, he heard of his countless valorous deeds from his mother. From that moment on, he had wanted to become a warrior just like his father and protect his loved ones. However, his innocent dreams were crushed to smithereens when his abilities appeared. It was around his sixth moon, not long after he became an apprentice. His parents' elements combined in his body and gave life to something no one expected. It was supposed to be a unique gift, an unmatched power, but without a mentor, it quickly turned into a curse. No earth cat was able to tutor his blazing potential and soon, under the excuse of "grave danger", the leader banished Silverpaw and Finchfeather from the Earthclan with the support of most of the members. They had no choice but to leave. The mother hid in the Earthclan's territory for some time before she took her son to the neighbouring forest. They lived side to side, only the two of them, until Silverpaw's fourteenth moon when he persuaded his mother to try to return to the clan. He noticed how her soul started withering, a sight so painfully unbearable. The Earthclan was her life, but so was her only son. As a goodbye gift, Finchfeather gave him a warrior's name, however unofficial, it was his. The tomcat, now named Silverscorch, promised to stay in the vicinity in case something went wrong. He himself was not sure if the clan would take her back and even though he held them in contempt, he wanted the only cat that stayed by his side live a happy life.
Seeing that his mother hadn't come back in a whole moon, Silverscorch dared enter the Earthclan's territory to check the situation. He spent half the day there, searching for anything, until he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. A familiar scent drifted above the mossy pillows. In was a pleasant smell, full of wildflowers. After that, he had never returned to that place.
Someone might ask why he hadn't tried joining the Fireclan. No, in fact, he truly hadn't. He was scared that they wouldn't accept him, or even worse, that they would kill him on the spot. And so, he embraced the rogue life.

Bridging Earth and Fire:
> Magma Manipulation: Can control molten rock and manipulate it into various forms, including shaping it for offensive or defensive purposes.
> Fertility Induction: This cat has the ability to infuse the earth with life, promoting plant growth and restoring vitality to barren areas.

Weaselwhisker

Name:
> weasel - for her appearance
> whisker - for her long whiskers
Gender: molly
Age: 26 moons
Rank: medicine cat
Desired rank: warrior
Previous ranks: kit (Weaselkit), apprentice (Weaselpaw)
Clan: Waterclan

Scent: Weaselwhisker's fur has a sweet small-leaved linden smell, but being exposed to a variety of herbs, she adopted their scent. That's why it is usually not consistent. Sometimes she smells like wild mint, sometimes like chamomile, sometimes there's more of them mixed together.

Appearance: Even though Weaselwhisker is a full grown adult, she could be mistaken for an apprentice. Her body is small and petite, with unusually curly and soft fur and long whiskers. Her coat is light chocolate brown with white underbelly and paws. Her legs are also a bit shorter than a cat normally has, and with her habitual crouched stance, she can truly resemble a weasel. (reference)

Personality: One would say that a medicine cat should like others and her job, but that's not Weaselwhisker's case. Well, not entirely. Since she was a little kitten, she has been very interested in anything related to nature. Birds, fish, herbs and trees, you name it. She knows the animals' behavior and habits like the back of her paw. And as for plants? She will recite anything you wish to know, as long as it concerns the Waterclan's territory. Despite all this... Weaselwhisker is not interested in other cats at all. She has a general knowledge about each of her clanmates, but it ends there. She is a born lone wolf and it should have stayed like that. However, StarClan had different plans for her.
Her strong sense of responsibility doesn't allow her to take her job lightly. She is always quick to provide needed aid and help others. She does her job meticulously and with the utmost respect, since she believes StarClan trusted her the most out of all her peers. The only thing that causes her problems is giving emotional support to the cats she is taking care of. Weaselwhisker is simply too... insensible to emotions. She herself is little expressive. It is hard to tell what she is thinking or feeling and that led to a wall that was erected between her and other cats.

Likes: Seclusion, organising things in her den, collecting things
Dislikes: Climbing, kittens
Fears: Heights
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Offspring: None
Mother: Pikefang (Waterclan warrior)
Father: Rippletide (Waterclan warrior)

History: Weaselwhisker has always been a reclusive cat. She rarely played with other kittens and rather liked to sneak out of the camp where she observed the wildlife. She thought she would become a warrior and watch the clan's safety from the borders, but everything changed when StarClan sent her a sign. The cat battled with her feelings for some time, knowing she would have to work and communicate closely with other cats which sounded like a nightmare. It was her mentor and the second apprentice, Rainpaw, who helped her accept the position with honour. They helped her work through her grievances and realise just how important this duty was.

Bear

Name:
> bear - for his robust build and thick fur
Gender: tom
Age: 11 moons
Rank: rogue
Previous ranks: -
Clan: -

Scent: Even though Bear spent the last 10 moons outside of two leg dwellings, their typical smell is still apparent. A born wild cat would still be able to discern it under the smell of fresh grass and tree bark he adopted in the nature.

Appearance: Bear is a long-haired cat with thick and warm fur. His back and head are dark brown with subtle patches of beige, blending together to create an exquisite mix. The rest of his body is white, although the bright color often suffers from dirt and other filth. His eyes are hazel brown. (reference)

Personality: We will see.

Likes: unknown
Dislikes: unknown
Fears: Wild boars, thunderpaths and monsters
Sexuality: unknown
Offspring: None
Mother: Blueberry ✟ (Kittypet, ended up as a stray)
Father: unknown (probably a stray as well)
Siblings: Unknown

History: Bear was an unwanted kitten. Not by his mother, but his mother's owner. His father was probably a stray cat that the molly fell for in the heat of the moment. It is not known if the twoleg killed any of Bear's siblings or if he was simply an only kit. He was still a tiny bundle of fur when the twoleg threw them out. Since then, they had wandered around their former home or other twolegs'. There were times when they even joined groups of other stray cats. However, the two never stayed for a long time. It was apparent that his mother preferred living alone, but not without her twoleg in any way. She was used to a comfortable life indoors and her struggles affected her kit as well. Neglected, filthy, malnourished. You could describe the little tomcat with these words and not anything else.
One day, they were crossing a busy thunderpath, truly a risky route. In the end, it turned out to be a grave mistake. Both of the cats were hit by a monster. Bear's mother didn't survive the impact and immediately died. The tomcat suffered serious injuries to his front right leg. Disoriented and shocked, he somehow wandered into the territory of a warrior cats clan. What happened next, no one knows.