| Leader: | Shadowstar- black she-cat with green eyes |
| Deputy: | Clawheart- rusty brown tabby tom with amber eyes and exceptionally long, sharp claws |
| Medicine Cat: | Bloodthorn- dark reddish she-cat
Apprentice, Scarpaw- sandy orange she-cat who bears many scars from nearly being killed by a fox when she was a kit |
| Warriors: | Iceshadow- blue-gray tom with piercing green eyes
Deathkill- a very deadly tom who is always so spattered with dried, or, usually, wet blood that you can never tell the colour of his fur and red eyes. Northfreeze- young, white she-cat with blue-gray patches Twistedfoot- fox-coloured tabby with deep amber eyes and a heavily injured paw Cinderash- a wispy-furred she-cat with dark gray fur and red eyes Killereyes- mysterious white tom with deep red eyes. It is said if you look directly into them you will fall dead in an instant Dustblood- reddish deep brown and light brown she-cat |
| Apprentices: | Fleshpaw- experienced tom, almost a warrior with black fur
Iciclepaw- beautiful white she-cat who never forgives a thing even her best friend (if she had one) |
| Queens: | Breezeflame- deep orange with amber eyes |
| Kits: | Burnkit- flame-coloured she-cit
Firekit- pale orange-brown she-kit Poppykit- Red she-kit Sweetkit- tortoiseshell she-kit that Shadowstar plans to kill because of her name and personality |
| Elders: | none. BoneClan kills all elders in sacrifice because they are believed to be useless |
Killerkill (Deathkill x Killereyes) Lore:
It was a normal day in BoneClan, and Deathkill was washing the blood off his fur as usual. He didn’t know how it got there half the time, to be honest. Maybe he was like a hippo, and his sweat was red. Anyway, he killed shit too, because he was edgy like that. Once most of the blood was washed off–not all of it, of course, he had a reputation to uphold after all–he padded back to camp, his pearlescent ruby orbs gazing menacingly at the other cats.
Killereyes sat hunched in his nest in the den, staring dramatically down at the patch of very dead grass at his feet with his shimmering garnet balls of sight. The other cats had to know he was an edgy emo edgelord, after all. Plus, if he killed them, there would be problems. And paperwork (there wasn’t actually paperwork, because they were cats, but Killereyes wasn’t smart enough to figure that out). Hearing footsteps at the den entrance, he looked up, forgetting his power… and stared directly into the (gorgeous red, Killereyes noticed) eyes of Deathkill. But instead of dropping to the floor dead as had happened so many times in the past, the other cat stared back at him evenly. Was that a glimmer of lust in his deep red orbs? No, it couldn’t be, thought Killereyes. “How are you not dead?” he asked, in awe.
“I’m edgy like that,” Deathkill grunted, tossing the tuft of bloodstained hair out of his eyes.
Killereyes gasped at him, and immediately jumped on top of him as they started making out. “I’m gonna BoneClan you,” he growled, aggressively kissing the other cat.
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