Was Duststar perhaps possessed when he killed Redstar? o: Long shot, I know. Also I got lazy and decided to only put effort into my FireClan cats, hope you don't mind.

Got Well Soon - Breton
You started what would sound, a speech on how you moved around
And you told them all so well, I had them memorized
You bored us all to tears, and there's the ground and there's your feet
And never the two shall meet
They say that either you're out or you're in on your own
They say that either you're out or you'll swim on your own
Don't get found out again
Name: Lightheart
Gender: Male
Age: 38 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: FireClan
Kin: Tigerblaze (brother)
Personality/History: Named as a kit after his light-colored, almost white fur, Lightheart's warrior name was given to him as a tribute to the heart of his that everyone swore was purer than his pelt. But far from naive, he has seen how easily tainted and corrupt cats can become, and strives to preserve that innocence of youth and purity of heart which he values so much--and, should it be tainted, endeavors to personally purify it himself, even if that purification process is painful. What good is fire, after all, the most painful thing there is, yet the very thing his clan was named for, if not to purify? With a strong sense of justice and duty weighing him down, Snowheart remains grounded and level-headed at nearly all times. Though he can become angry, he is good at hiding it and is able to remain calm and act rationally in practically any situation. He doesn't believe in compromising on his beliefs or values, and is adamant that every wrong should be either righted, and will see to it himself that it is. Despite all of this, he is a charming and charismatic tom, if not a bit aloof, with a silver tongue and good looks to boot. His wry sense of humor is hit-or-miss. He has a soft spot for kits, although he's never had any of his own, as well as for apprentices, who he is always eager to train and to teach.
Desired rank: Deputy/leader. Having a strong desire to protect and teach others, especially the youth of the clan, and being able to take charge and stay calm and collected at all times, even in the face of danger, makes him a qualified candidate and role model, at least in his mind.

Suicide - Midnight To Monaco
You can't strip away every step I try to climb
Cut me down again, I won't put up a fight
So goodbye
'Cause I'm feelin' fine, I'm feelin' better
I'm feelin' fine, I hear the cry
And in the dead of the night, I realize I'm not alone
Suicide is not for me
Doesn't suit my style
Hey there, welcome to the world
Can't you tell me what you said?
Name: Tigerblaze
Gender: Male
Age: 38 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: FireClan
Kin: Lightheart (brother)
Personality/History: Tigerblaze's name is a testimony to not only his physical strength, but his aggression. From the time he was an apprentice, he has been known to have sudden outbursts and mood swings, lashing out without warning and acting irrationally and disproportionately to situations. Although this behavior has become less frequent since he's grown, he still occasionally has violent tendencies and has been known to lose it in the heat of battle, causing him to be feared and avoided by some. Seeing how he struggled, he was named after a blazing fire not as an insult or punishment, but rather as encouragement for him to embrace and harness the fire within him and to use it to his advantage, rather than to let it consume him. He is very direct and outspoken, speaking his mind without filter, and sometimes seems paranoid and distrustful of others for no apparent reason, which manifests itself more in the form of hostility than fear. His overly suspicious nature has led to a few accusing
him of hiding something and projecting that motive onto others. When he's not spying on others or starting a fight, he's usually a pretty reserved tom, if a bit gruff and hard-to-read, with questionable actions and unclear intentions.
Desired rank: Deputy/leader. He feels the only way to protect the clan and keep it from falling into the wrong paws is to have it in his own paws.

Santa Monica Dream - Angus and Julia Stone
Goodbye to my Santa Monica dream
Goodbye to the roses on your street
Goodbye to the paintings on your wall
Goodbye to the children we'll never meet
And the ones we left behind
I'm somewhere, you're somewhere
I'm nowhere, you're nowhere
I could go there but I don't
I could call you on the telephone
But do I really want to know?
You're making love now to the lady down the road
No I don't, I don't want to know
Name: Daisyface
Gender: Female
Age: 25 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: FireClan
Kin: N/A
Personality/History: As a kit, Daisyface was never supported much by her parents or expected to be much. She was small, skinny--the only thing she had going for her was her looks, or at least, that's what she was told. A pretty face, nothing more. So when her apprentice ceremony rolled around, she was ready to prove them wrong--and she did. Throughout her moons as an apprentice and young warrior, Daisyface was the belle of the ball, second only to Sweethoney. A natural charmer and born with good looks, toms easily flocked to her, and she loved to humor them, she wouldn't deny that. But she wasn't just a pretty face--no, she soon proved to be a skilled warrior through and through. Whether it was hunting, fighting, climbing, or swimming, she seemed to excel at it all, and this only made her more popular, not only with young toms, but with older, more skilled warriors as well. She had her eyes set on becoming deputy and one day leader--but not before she had a bit of fun. She was still young, after all. She fooled around with a lot of toms, to say the least; oh, no, she wasn't
just a pretty face, but she had one, so why not take advantage of it? Somehow, she managed to avoid ever having kits, although many toms wanted hers. But she wasn't ready; she knew kits would only get in the way of her future, and from what everyone could tell, it looked to be a bright one. But that all changed one night when she met a handsome tom from AshClan at a gathering. She surprised herself when she realized she had genuine feelings for him, and him her, and the two quickly began arranging nightly meetings in secret. But everything went wrong one night, when a high-pitched yowl sounded from the nearby thunderpath. Thinking there was a cat in danger, Daisyface bolted to the thunderpath and saw a limp shape lying on the other side, seemingly the lifeless body of a cat. In her hurry to help the cat, she darted across the thunderpath--and got hit by a monster and knocked out cold. When she awoke, she was in the medicine den. There was pain in her ribs...and, oddly, no pain in her legs. In fact, there was no feeling in her legs at all. She would never hunt or fight or walk again. She would never be deputy or leader. Even the toms who had once liked her no longer showed the interest they once had, even though she still had the same pretty face as always. Oh, she was still given plenty of attention--but it was no longer the kind she liked. There was no admiration or attraction in this attention, only pity. Cats no longer looked up to her, or even looked at her as an equal; rather, they looked down on her. She couldn't even be with the tom from AshClan anymore, the only tom she had ever truly fallen for. She had never even said goodbye. It's been 3 moons since the incident, and Daisyface has recovered fairly quickly, all things considered, but her hatred for the sympathy she receives has only increased as time has gone on. She longs for someone to see her as they once did, not to see her crippled legs or even her pretty face, but to see her for her--to see her as an equal.
Desired rank: Used to be leader, but she knows now that that will never happen. She refuses to retire to the elders' den, instead making herself useful around camp wherever she can.

Name: Southwind
Gender: Male
Age: 40 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: AshClan
Personality: Fun-loving and youthful at heart despite his age, lighthearted, very friendly and social, somewhat frivolous and a bit of a player, doesn't like to commit to anything

Name: Leafpelt
Gender: Female
Age: 45 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: AshClan
Personality: Proud and somewhat arrogant and condescending, subconsciously looks down on those who fall in love or have kits, especially unplanned ones, sees it as a sign of weakness, doesn't relate very well too others or make friends easily as she tends to see herself as above them even if she doesn't realize it, can get slightly defensive at times