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Here on Classic we understand that sometimes life can get difficult and we struggle. We may need to receive advice, vent, know that we are not alone in our difficult times, or even just have someone listen to what's going on in our lives. In light of these times, we have created the support threads below that are open to all of our members at any time.
W E L C O M E T O P I RULES ENFORCERS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO SORT YOUR CHARACTER AS AN ENFORCER UNDER THE WARDEN YOU MAY JOIN AS A HUNTER, PRISON GUARD, AN INITIATE, A PRISONER, OR A YOUNGLING
JOINING AS A TRAINEE IF YOU HAVE A MENTOR ALREADY ARRANGED / OR ARE WILLING TO WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT CEREMONIES FOR ONE TO BE PICKED FOR YOU
CATS OF OUTSIDE ORIGIN ARE ALLOWED, THEY JUST MUST GO THROUGH INITIATION [ SEE INFO THREAD ]
KEEP IN MIND LEAGUE CATS ARE USUALLY RUTHLESS AND GENERALLY EVIL. AND THE CRUELER CATS TEND TO THRIVE.
IF YOU JOIN WITH A CAT WHO WAS NOT BORN INTO THE LEAGUE YOU HAVE TO PICK WHERE IN THE INITIATION THEY ARE AT. OR JUST ADD THEM AS A HUNTER AND KEEP IN MIND THEY WENT THROUGH INITIATION IT JUST WASN'T RPED
NOTE TRAINEES HAVE -KUN AFTER THEIR NAME. YOUNGLINGS HAVE -CHAN AFTER THEIR NAME
FORMAT
[b]CHARACTER NAME[/b] RPED BY YOUR NAME
BIO
RANK
DISTRICT THEY ARE IN
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[/font][hr][font color="000000"]IF YOUNGLING [ THE LITTER THEY ARE APART OF ]
IF TRAINEE [ DO YOU HAVE A MENTOR OR WILL YOU WAIT TILL NEXT CEREMONIES? ]
IF PRISONER [ REASON FOR CAPTURE ]
SORTING & RANKS
DISTRICTS each hunter/trainee will be sorted into a district. Each district is run by a proxy. So your character can choose a district based off their own interests or simply due to who rules the district.
MORE INFO CAN BE FOUND ON THE PAGE
THE FOUR DISTRICTS CLANS OVERSEEN BY KAZU @sinful ROUGES/LONERS OVERSEEN BY ALTAIRE @ian PUNISHMENT/PRISONERS OVERSEEN BY CORVUS blue SCOUTING/SENTRIES OVERSEEN BY Honeystorm
THE ENFORCERS A group of hunters chosen by the warden that help them enforce the proxies responsibilities and keep them and their group of hunters in line.
HUNTERS The warriros of the group, sorted into a district under one of the proxies.
TRAINEES the apprentices of the group. the age cats are sorted and pick their district.
YOUNGLINGS the kits
PRISONERS Captured for whatever reason. Kept in the crypt.
Post by musicworld0329 on May 19, 2019 18:36:30 GMT -5
KUDUZ RPED BY MUSICWORLD0329 Menacing, yet approachable. Kuduz is a white tom with glimmering brown eyes that look always disappointed or annoyed. Alone with no one but his sisters. He had to step up. He has unofficially taken on the role of a parent to his sisters' displeasure. He is very rule orientated having created his own code. A large, muscular cat he is used to physically getting his way over words. He will stand up for his sisters no matter the cost and would die for any of them. His sisters are Quartz, Harpy, and Zephyr. He grew to be a very menacing tom with a grumbling attitude, but once you get to know him he isn’t so bad. Kuduz often can be found glooming over his sister’s making sure they are safe or are taken care of. He goes out of his way to make sure they are fed and well kept. His heart is in the right place, but he also knows one day that they will leave to be someone’s mates and he’ll have to share them. He refuses to face that until then. (The district that Quartz was from) www.google.com/search?rlz=1C1CHBF_enUS847US847&biw=1920&bih=937&tbm=isch&sa=1&ei=C-jhXPvPM4XI-gT3k4CYCw&q=white+cat+brown+eyes&oq=white+cat+brown+eyes&gs_l=img.3..0j0i8i30.18442.20100..20187...0.0..0.150.1896.0j13......1....1..gws-wiz-img.......0i67.f0SIz_uJSQ4#imgrc=X0w-0C7x3iKQTM:
I'd like him to be an Enforcer since his sister is the Warden and he's super protective and close to her if that's alright <3
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POSTEDMay 19, 2019 21:02:13 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
The single daughter of a litter that was crafted out of the clay to move mountains. The single daughter, the one that was too often overlooked in favor of her brothers, the toms who had more power than could be laced in her delicate form. Even though she was not Aamon, the weakest of the toms, she was still the girl. Faced from the first breath the reality of gender inequity, Bael grew up without knowing what proper emotions were. She grew up forgotten, which left her in a rather... difficult state, one that was starved of attention. This starvation left her the way it would leave any other young girl: craving for more, hungering for affection, desiring love. Because of this, she became a feline that demanded to be treated like a princess. She surrounded herself with only those that would cater to her every need, a harem of toms that met her every fancy. Of course, this was unsustainable, is unsustainable, but it is how she lives, demanding that she is the very center of everyone else's universe. Bael was also left the obsessive type, one who processes information and stores it the same way she stores the attention of those around her, deep within her chest. Her obsessive nature has only been amplified by her hyperthymesia. This a disorder closely linked with obsessive compulsive disorder, one that creates a photographic-type memory. She remembers everything that has ever happened to her in detail, the kind of detail that seems impossible. This clear, complete memory has left her unforgiving; she remembers everything others have done against her and she fails to forgive even the mildest of transgressions. Bael is also often overbearing to the point of suffocation, the weight of her demands crushing. Bael is a chocolate point she-cat with clear blue eyes.
HUNTER
SCOUTING / SENTRIES
[ LINK TO IMAGE ] ok its on this thread but i can't figure out how to copy the link so i can find another picture if you want me to just let me know
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POSTEDMay 20, 2019 23:52:06 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Post by Honeystorm on May 24, 2019 14:19:23 GMT -5
AGAMEDE-KUN RPED BY HONEYSTORM
The least known sister of the litter, but the most eccentric and mysterious. Cats are attracted to her like moths to a flame, though most never seem to be able to remember from day to day, forgetting her existence entirely once she's out of sight. And that's exactly how she wants it. Silvery-white, with enchanting lines written across her face, framing around beautiful, soft periwinkle eyes, she is a beautiful feline, and yet, no matter what seems to happen, she slips the mind of all who know her, coming and going like misty mornings, a face to be seen, but not recognized. And that is what makes her ideal for her job. She could stand in plain sight, and no one would be any wiser to her presence, continuing on as if she were a mere ghost. She sees this as some sort of power of hers, bestowed by the same underworld creatures who sent Senescence, whom she believes to be a demon, to save her and her siblings from their mother. It is largely for this reason that she does not fear the ghosts, the crypt demon, or any mortal being. Agamede has seen the truly terrifying, the beasts that are allowed to freely roam the world, and it helped her. So what has she to fear from anyone else?
[ Give her a mentor this Ceremonies, which she would've been promoted in anyway, if I'd remembered to add her earlier, oops. ]
ARDEN RPED BY HONEYSTORM
Son of Vera, the fallen Assassin. After being dragged into a civil war that painted himself as the new Primal Instinct prospect for Nemesis, the tom's been out of the picture. Solaris was kind enough to spare him, but he lost everything. Fallen from grace, his relatives stripped of their power entirely under Marchosais reign, the sage-gold eyed bengal has taken a step back from the limelight. What was once ambition has turned to focus on preserving the fractured family of his in the League. There isn't much left, but regardless, he hopes it can be nurtured and maintained.
Part of Eve and Alto's second litter. the youngest and the smallest. Also a little slow. The league would probably look down on her for being so slow in the mind. She’s not a bad hunter and fighter. But her mother does occasionally baby her. While her father takes the credit for all the things Winnie manages to accomplish. she doesn’t fully get morality. She just kind of looks to her mother or siblings to know if she did good or bad. If killing cats earns approval she just goes on doing whatever gets her good reactions. If she doesn't get any reactions she’s a little lost on whether she did good or bad.
Barbatos has always been a tom unconfined by rules. Going where he pleases though he always keeps a home to return to when he needs a break. He waltzes into trouble with a crooked grin and boisterous laugh.
There once lived a mother and father and their two kittens, who wwere named Altaire and Remini. They were not a happy family, though, nor did they last as a unit very long. By the time the kittens were four months old, it became clear that the mother and father would never last. The mother would take one, the father the other. Their father had had the first choice, and of course, he chose Altaire. Altaire was the better choice, after all. He was slimy and charming and devilish, the perfect heir for a rogue group from the inner city. Her mother, then, was left with Remini. Delicate Remini. She had tried to protect her daughter from the darkness that had her father had infected her with before it was too late, but, such efforts were useless. Remini was destined to be the same as her brother, a monster. Her monstrosity manifested differently, though. She was not charming nor particularly suave. She grew to be dark and arcane, much to her mother's dismay. Quietly intelligent, angry. It had been no surprise, then, to her mother that Remini would one day leave the nest in search of the Empire, in search of the power that had been as much birthright to her as it had been to her brother. Diana had tried to prevent Remini, but she was set on the decision. It was a disappointment, then, when she finally found the rogue gang only to learn that her brother had taken off. Taken his power somewhere else. Still, she had been re-energized. She would find him. She would prove that she was just as much worth a throne as he. Such a journey has landed the arcane princess here, in Primal Instinct, where her ghost haunts the same place her brother finds sollace.
A place that speaks peaces but inflicks chaos on the lives of it's victems. A pale cream tom with silver tabby markings. His eyes are intense gold that match the brightness of the winter sun. He was born in a world of darkness. A place that dwelled outside of his home kingdom. His mother Pampa brought him into this wondrous world along with his siblings Lithos, Reynard, Thamos, Abyss, and Coquette. Him and his siblings were all named after their older siblings Satara, Foxe, Supernova, Lithiumn, Siren, and Chaparral. He was given the honor to be named after his sister Satara. Being named after the warden brought many expectations upon him as a young kit. He was expected to act a certain way, to keep his pelt groomed and every toe in line. He does like to push others buttons and make them squirm. Which is partly the reason why he has light scarring on his face. It's due to an encounter he had with Satara when he was still a youngling. After his oldest sister Shaman Supernova's disappearance. And the disappearances and deaths of his littermates and older sisters. He was left with only Satara. During Nemesis Duriel's reign his eldest sister Supernova resurfaced after many moons of being away from he league. Pregnant with a litter of kittens he watched his sister die on the journey to Primal Instinct's temporary home near the Survival Clans. Shortly before she died she disclosed the reason her absence. Abandoning his newly born nieces to be raised by their older siblings he left the league. While during his time away from the League through unknown means he acquired his nephew Sinesio keeping the tom fed, alive, and overall protecting him.
IF PRISONER [ Reason for capture he was found taking care of and 'raising' Sinesio who is now the new Shaman. He is being used as a way to make the Shaman comply with Primal Instinct's wishes.]
Edited May 26, 2019 15:27:19 GMT -5 By Deleted
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POSTEDMay 26, 2019 21:31:38 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
LILITH RPED BY HINATA She appeared from out of no where. Her paw steps silent as she revealed herself from the shadows and swore her life to Primal Instinct. She claimed her want to join was only for survival and a need for a family, nothing else. She would guard Primal Instinct like a crow guarding their nest. She is a rogue, or so she claims to be. Her body littered with scars and her ear nicked, her story seems to easily match up, but yet there is something familiar about her slender brown pelt and dazzling yellow eyes. Her voice smooth and gentle, but yet dripping with poison all the same. Her demeanor and actions strange, almost as if she's been in the league before, and because of this she has a somewhat dangerous aura.
OPHELIA RPED BY HINATA She-cat with one eye that is the same color of her mother's blue eyes. She exhibits deafness in her ear on that side. She's sassy and sharp tongued. Close to her brother Seros, although it's hard for people to believe that considering they're constantly bantering with one another.
A tall, long-legged she-cat with short, pale fur, creamy stripes, wide, pale blue eyes, and a dusty brown nose bridge. Half-siamese, her delicate looks, all sharp angles and straight lines, are at odds with the cruelty lurking in her eyes. She has never held the natural aversion to violence that so many other cats do - really, she rather enjoys it. Torture, to her, is no more than bloodsport, business, something to enjoy between breakfast and morning tea. She's rather nonchalant about it, all smiles and quips and rambling stories while the victims wail; all laughter and feigned pity and cruel jibes while they scream and plead. When she first meets a new prisoner, and if she's in a particularly jolly mood, what she really likes is getting all scratched up and pretending to be a fellow captive - breaking them down and earning their trust and their affection, and then slowly tearing them apart. She loves to see the life go out of their eyes, whether they're dead yet or not - and she loves to be the cause of it. Well. She tells herself she loves it. She doesn't like to think about the nausea that creeps up her throat for days after, or the feeling that tastes like sour bile and prickles against her ribcage, or the fact that she remembers every single one of their names. She doesn't like to think about it, and so she never lets herself - she throws herself into revelry and physical pleasure, into wild banter and deafening mania, hedonism and insomnia. She's always the one to suggest death-defying adventures into haunted woods and violent territories, always the one to cross borders and pick fights just to feel alive; always the one to lose herself in flings and one-night-stands, always the centre of attention, always the one to organise celebrations and reckless escapades - always loud, while her teeth chatter and her eyes dart and her heart flitters, while her bloodstream constricts and the guilt eats her alive from the inside out. She never slows down, never quietens, never stops moving. If she does, she's terrified of what might catch up. The only time she softens is around she-cats - angels, really, as far as she's concerned. She believes toms are fragile and emotional and has little time for them; where she is gentle and doting - almost reverent - towards she-cats, she is frosty and aloof around toms, all dry wit and imperious condescension. They really aren't worth her time, and she lets them know it.
ENFORCER if they're still open? :') HUNTER if not!
Her ragged breath could be heard like thunder in the deep silence of the moonless forest. Her paws were raw and ache from running, pads leaving bloody footprints along the harsh flooring. Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, her ragged breaths turning into full-on desperate gasps for air. She thought she could do this, she thought she could be what her family and her cult wanted her to be. The ultimate sacrifice. The sacred one that was to bring salvation into this world, but to be such a person came with a terrible price. She had heard whispers from the other young cult members of the true darkness that lied in the heart of the cult. The stealing of loners and clan cats to sacrifice to the "one true dark one". That the cult actually believed that the only way for the world to be born in light was to be first destroyed by the dark. Their sacrifices and cat genocides were all in the name of giving "the one true dark one" more power so he may swallow this world whole and bring on the rapture. When she had first been told she would be a sacrifice to bring salvation into this world they had to lead her to believe the salvation would good, filled with joy and light, but they had lied. Tears burned in her eyes as she recalled her parent's talking about what her sacrifice would mean for her and the world. The salvation was no joy or goodness, it was dark terribly dark. She was supposed to be stabbed to death by her fellow cult members on the rose moon, from her death 5 would be born with specialties that would bring death and pain in this world. Ultimately ending it. The sound of their cries and thundering footsteps could be heard coming closer, they had found out she was fleeing. Screams of help were ripped from her throat as she felt her legs start to become dead weight. She had been running for so long. Her screams stopped abruptly as she tripped over a branch, her head smashing into the ground - stars bursting behind her eyes. Their yelling turned into chanting - haunting, hollow chanting. Her body wretched as her heart squeezed as if someone had their fist wrapped tightly around it. Her back arched in pain as those she had called family and friends pounced on top of her, their long claws skewering her body over and over again. Her dying gurgles echoed through the night, the haunted chanting continuing softly in the background. It was sunrise by the time the cult members finally stopped violently stabbing her body. Suddenly they all went quiet and bowed their heads, second ticked by what seemed like hours until suddenly the she-cat's flayed open stomach because to move, rippling across the skin flaps. 5 kits rolled out, covered in blood, each with a special ability or specialty. The cries of victory were ripped out of the cult member's throats and flung into the night, before suddenly being cut off by gurgling cries and the 5 kits had their first meal. As the only male of the 5 born Spineeater is rippling with large muscle under his black and white marble furs and graced with cunning golden eyes that lure in his prey for an easy meal. Spineeater is the most bloodthirsty of the 5, even going to far as to torture then eat his victims. He loves using his meals as experiments to learn about intern medicine. Cutting them open while still alive and moving around their insides before feasting on their flesh. Another favorite is to feed them poison foods and watch how each cat dies to perfect his food poisoning techniques. His strong muscle allows him to be a tank in battle, hitting hard and being unstoppable, but he's best known for his cunning assassin attacks, taking the target out in the blink of an eye without even a witness in sight. He's closes to his sister Parasite as they both share an uncanny intelligence and both have interests in poisons, he believes her to be the perfect female and that no other female can face up to her. He does not take other men near her very kindly and many usually end up hideously deformed soon after interacting with her. HUNTER
Her ragged breath could be heard like thunder in the deep silence of the moonless forest. Her paws were raw and ache from running, pads leaving bloody footprints along the harsh flooring. Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, her ragged breaths turning into full-on desperate gasps for air. She thought she could do this, she thought she could be what her family and her cult wanted her to be. The ultimate sacrifice. The sacred one that was to bring salvation into this world, but to be such a person came with a terrible price. She had heard whispers from the other young cult members of the true darkness that lied in the heart of the cult. The stealing of loners and clan cats to sacrifice to the "one true dark one". That the cult actually believed that the only way for the world to be born in light was to be first destroyed by the dark. Their sacrifices and cat genocides were all in the name of giving "the one true dark one" more power so he may swallow this world whole and bring on the rapture. When she had first been told she would be a sacrifice to bring salvation into this world they had to lead her to believe the salvation would good, filled with joy and light, but they had lied. Tears burned in her eyes as she recalled her parent's talking about what her sacrifice would mean for her and the world. The salvation was no joy or goodness, it was dark terribly dark. She was supposed to be stabbed to death by her fellow cult members on the rose moon, from her death 5 would be born with specialties that would bring death and pain in this world. Ultimately ending it. The sound of their cries and thundering footsteps could be heard coming closer, they had found out she was fleeing. Screams of help were ripped from her throat as she felt her legs start to become dead weight. She had been running for so long. Her screams stopped abruptly as she tripped over a branch, her head smashing into the ground - stars bursting behind her eyes. Their yelling turned into chanting - haunting, hollow chanting. Her body wretched as her heart squeezed as if someone had their fist wrapped tightly around it. Her back arched in pain as those she had called family and friends pounced on top of her, their long claws skewering her body over and over again. Her dying gurgles echoed through the night, the haunted chanting continuing softly in the background. It was sunrise by the time the cult members finally stopped violently stabbing her body. Suddenly they all went quiet and bowed their heads, second ticked by what seemed like hours until suddenly the she-cat's flayed open stomach because to move, rippling across the skin flaps. 5 kits rolled out, covered in blood, each with a special ability or specialty. The cries of victory were ripped out of the cult member's throats and flung into the night, before suddenly being cut off by gurgling cries and the 5 kits had their first meal. Long black furs flow off of her lean body, helping her blend into even the darkest of shadows, deep blue eyes speckled with white stare at you in fascination. You don't know she's there, but she knows everything about you. With an uncanny ability to see things that no one else can see, it is hard to sneak up on Celestial. She has the eyesight of a hawk, seeing for miles and into even the deepest of nights. Her hearing also is almost superhuman, picking up the smallest of sounds like ladybugs walking on leaves. She is the perfect solder, impossible to sneak up on with deadly flexibility and thick crescent moon claws. Celestial is the most levelheaded and quiet of her siblings. Mainly just following spy or assassin orders and only killing when needed or told to. She takes any and all jobs, no matter who is being killed. She is impossible to spot when stalking and tracking her prey and if anyone were to know she was there they would quickly be silenced. HUNTER
Her ragged breath could be heard like thunder in the deep silence of the moonless forest. Her paws were raw and ache from running, pads leaving bloody footprints along the harsh flooring. Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, her ragged breaths turning into full-on desperate gasps for air. She thought she could do this, she thought she could be what her family and her cult wanted her to be. The ultimate sacrifice. The sacred one that was to bring salvation into this world, but to be such a person came with a terrible price. She had heard whispers from the other young cult members of the true darkness that lied in the heart of the cult. The stealing of loners and clan cats to sacrifice to the "one true dark one". That the cult actually believed that the only way for the world to be born in light was to be first destroyed by the dark. Their sacrifices and cat genocides were all in the name of giving "the one true dark one" more power so he may swallow this world whole and bring on the rapture. When she had first been told she would be a sacrifice to bring salvation into this world they had to lead her to believe the salvation would good, filled with joy and light, but they had lied. Tears burned in her eyes as she recalled her parent's talking about what her sacrifice would mean for her and the world. The salvation was no joy or goodness, it was dark terribly dark. She was supposed to be stabbed to death by her fellow cult members on the rose moon, from her death 5 would be born with specialties that would bring death and pain in this world. Ultimately ending it. The sound of their cries and thundering footsteps could be heard coming closer, they had found out she was fleeing. Screams of help were ripped from her throat as she felt her legs start to become dead weight. She had been running for so long. Her screams stopped abruptly as she tripped over a branch, her head smashing into the ground - stars bursting behind her eyes. Their yelling turned into chanting - haunting, hollow chanting. Her body wretched as her heart squeezed as if someone had their fist wrapped tightly around it. Her back arched in pain as those she had called family and friends pounced on top of her, their long claws skewering her body over and over again. Her dying gurgles echoed through the night, the haunted chanting continuing softly in the background. It was sunrise by the time the cult members finally stopped violently stabbing her body. Suddenly they all went quiet and bowed their heads, second ticked by what seemed like hours until suddenly the she-cat's flayed open stomach because to move, rippling across the skin flaps. 5 kits rolled out, covered in blood, each with a special ability or specialty. The cries of victory were ripped out of the cult member's throats and flung into the night, before suddenly being cut off by gurgling cries and the 5 kits had their first meal. "How many mates has she had?,"They whisper quietly back and forth. "5, I think," Another whisper back. "And they all died?!" they squeak softly as a pair of deep amber eyes swing their way, silencing the gossip, or so some would call it. The thing is gossip usually wasn't true, but this was. The black female was an unspeakable beauty with a crimson hourglass gracefully placed on her back - a warning for men to stay away. But they never did, they always fell for her spell and then...well....they were goners. It wasn't fun anymore when they were hers, but it was fun to watch them realize the person they were in love with was going to kill them slowly just for the fun of it. That nothing that she had said to them had ever been true, that everything was a lie. Love was a lie, and that's how they would die. With that final thought echoing through their heads. It wasn't her fault they were so weak they couldn't handle a couple of parasites crawling around in their skin and brain and eyes. She just needed a little help with her studies and they always went and died on her because of weak things like having their brains devoured or they eyeballs turned into egg pouches for the parasites. So weak, but that was okay. There was always more men, which meant more test subjects. None of the men could ever live up to her brother's image anyway. Spineeater was the perfect man, and parasite adored him. He was everything she wished for and more and she was his precious sister, nothing could ever separate them, and if someone ever tried they would meet the same fate as her lovers. HUNTER
Her ragged breath could be heard like thunder in the deep silence of the moonless forest. Her paws were raw and ache from running, pads leaving bloody footprints along the harsh flooring. Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, her ragged breaths turning into full-on desperate gasps for air. She thought she could do this, she thought she could be what her family and her cult wanted her to be. The ultimate sacrifice. The sacred one that was to bring salvation into this world, but to be such a person came with a terrible price. She had heard whispers from the other young cult members of the true darkness that lied in the heart of the cult. The stealing of loners and clan cats to sacrifice to the "one true dark one". That the cult actually believed that the only way for the world to be born in light was to be first destroyed by the dark. Their sacrifices and cat genocides were all in the name of giving "the one true dark one" more power so he may swallow this world whole and bring on the rapture. When she had first been told she would be a sacrifice to bring salvation into this world they had to lead her to believe the salvation would good, filled with joy and light, but they had lied. Tears burned in her eyes as she recalled her parent's talking about what her sacrifice would mean for her and the world. The salvation was no joy or goodness, it was dark terribly dark. She was supposed to be stabbed to death by her fellow cult members on the rose moon, from her death 5 would be born with specialties that would bring death and pain in this world. Ultimately ending it. The sound of their cries and thundering footsteps could be heard coming closer, they had found out she was fleeing. Screams of help were ripped from her throat as she felt her legs start to become dead weight. She had been running for so long. Her screams stopped abruptly as she tripped over a branch, her head smashing into the ground - stars bursting behind her eyes. Their yelling turned into chanting - haunting, hollow chanting. Her body wretched as her heart squeezed as if someone had their fist wrapped tightly around it. Her back arched in pain as those she had called family and friends pounced on top of her, their long claws skewering her body over and over again. Her dying gurgles echoed through the night, the haunted chanting continuing softly in the background. It was sunrise by the time the cult members finally stopped violently stabbing her body. Suddenly they all went quiet and bowed their heads, second ticked by what seemed like hours until suddenly the she-cat's flayed open stomach because to move, rippling across the skin flaps. 5 kits rolled out, covered in blood, each with a special ability or specialty. The cries of victory were ripped out of the cult member's throats and flung into the night, before suddenly being cut off by gurgling cries and the 5 kits had their first meal. Her kind blue eyes suck you in, her long white furs are so soft you feel like you're sinking into a cloud. She is like the perfect loving mother, making sure you eat and are getting your rest. Listens to your worries and helps you sleep, but slowly she starts being a little TOO motherly. Suddenly she's trying to chew up your food for you. Suddenly she's following you to the bathroom to "help you". Suddenly you wake up slow and sluggish. Your brain full of cotton as strong smelling herbs sit beside you, your paws strapped down as she's grinning as you with maybe too many teeth. Suddenly she's shoving food in your jaws until you can't breathe. You're turning blue as she's laughing and cooing at you, calling you her baby as she places moss around your waist like a diaper. You are now her doll, to love and be cared for but to never leave or abandon her. You are kept in a dark box which she is away and pulled out when she is home to be loved and adored.Celestial is amazing with kits and mothers as they are the weakest types of cats out there, she is able to get under their skin and into their brains, tricking them into doing whatever she wants including mass murder, suicide, and self-mutilation. She is the perfect little actress, always being as sweet and as innocent looking as can be, although her pure white furs hide a black nightmare underneath. HUNTER
Her ragged breath could be heard like thunder in the deep silence of the moonless forest. Her paws were raw and ache from running, pads leaving bloody footprints along the harsh flooring. Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, her ragged breaths turning into full-on desperate gasps for air. She thought she could do this, she thought she could be what her family and her cult wanted her to be. The ultimate sacrifice. The sacred one that was to bring salvation into this world, but to be such a person came with a terrible price. She had heard whispers from the other young cult members of the true darkness that lied in the heart of the cult. The stealing of loners and clan cats to sacrifice to the "one true dark one". That the cult actually believed that the only way for the world to be born in light was to be first destroyed by the dark. Their sacrifices and cat genocides were all in the name of giving "the one true dark one" more power so he may swallow this world whole and bring on the rapture. When she had first been told she would be a sacrifice to bring salvation into this world they had to lead her to believe the salvation would good, filled with joy and light, but they had lied. Tears burned in her eyes as she recalled her parent's talking about what her sacrifice would mean for her and the world. The salvation was no joy or goodness, it was dark terribly dark. She was supposed to be stabbed to death by her fellow cult members on the rose moon, from her death 5 would be born with specialties that would bring death and pain in this world. Ultimately ending it. The sound of their cries and thundering footsteps could be heard coming closer, they had found out she was fleeing. Screams of help were ripped from her throat as she felt her legs start to become dead weight. She had been running for so long. Her screams stopped abruptly as she tripped over a branch, her head smashing into the ground - stars bursting behind her eyes. Their yelling turned into chanting - haunting, hollow chanting. Her body wretched as her heart squeezed as if someone had their fist wrapped tightly around it. Her back arched in pain as those she had called family and friends pounced on top of her, their long claws skewering her body over and over again. Her dying gurgles echoed through the night, the haunted chanting continuing softly in the background. It was sunrise by the time the cult members finally stopped violently stabbing her body. Suddenly they all went quiet and bowed their heads, second ticked by what seemed like hours until suddenly the she-cat's flayed open stomach because to move, rippling across the skin flaps. 5 kits rolled out, covered in blood, each with a special ability or specialty. The cries of victory were ripped out of the cult member's throats and flung into the night, before suddenly being cut off by gurgling cries and the 5 kits had their first meal. Sharp teeth dripping with drool can be seen gleaming in the small light cast by the crescent moon. A tongue lols out of the side, droll dripping down to form pools next to the scruffy black-furred figure. Her hot open mouthed panting sends puffy white clouds through the air. Suddenly the figure's head jerks back, disorderly long furs flying to the sides for a split second to reveal deep amber slanted eyes. Her jaws open and let out a loud haunting howl like call. She is answered by something unfeline. Something large and terrifying. The ground shakes as you turn to try and run, a roar is heard echoing through the forest as a badger slams into your side, teeth sinking into your spin. The she-cat releases another howl like call and the sound of your own spine snapping rings in your ears before everything goes black. Cerberus is a real tomboy who is rarely groomed and is usually shaking her furs out of her eyes. She mainly relies on her gut feeling rather than thinking through things and is a bit of a hot head. Drooling and smacking is very common around this goofy she-cat so most of those who are close with her tend to give her a tail length or so. She is the class clown of the siblings. HUNTER
Eve is a bit of a black sheep amongst the league members. Drawn into the league through her daughter Ava, and her desire to keep the whole family together. She brought not only herself but her entire family into the league to join. She is extremely altruistic and surprisingly empathetic. She doesn't find the same joy in killing as other members of the league. But does see it as a necessary evil and is willing to do it for the sake of her family staying in the league. Though often giving a cheerful exterior, deep inside is a core of iron. Iron will to do whatever must be done for the sake of her family, her children and the league. She is not squeamish nor does she flinch at the copious amounts of blood and gore. She will do what she must, especially kill in the name of her family. But it's not surprising some might see the warmth in her light green eyes and miss the blazing fire of love that will torch any, who lay a single hair on one of her family members. She is a silver and black tabby cat with white paws and some white on her muzzle.
Her namesake comes from her small form and light step; she rarely leaves the main house during the day, preferring to stick to the shadows. Her mother had joked, when Bug was just a youngling, that Bug's fur used to be a solid white, before her pelt began to absorb the shadows, turning it a dark black. Bug likes to believe that it's true, when the gore gets a bit too much for her; it reminds her of the good ol' days. Back then, she could rely on her mother, Reina, and her father, Deimos, to protect her and guide her, but because of their fierce loyalty to the League, they perished, defending their land that they so loved, when Bug was in the middle of her training. She wanted to be strong just like them, but her pain tolerance was low and she struggled to remember the moves of the battle techniques - her training opponent would knock her to the ground, while she stood there is a panicked haze of confusion. Because of this, she would much rather use her words, than her claws and teeth to complete her tasks. Though to save anonymity, she gives them a false name - with a slight twinge of guilt that appears to grow duller each time. Bug does sometimes muck the information she returns with, perhaps making a few specifics now vague potentials. She struggles to distance herself emotionally from her job, as she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt of how the lives of those with family, friends, or loved ones will be affected. A neutral outlook is one she aspires to have but those pesky emotions continuously ruin her preferred neutrality. Bug ruins her unemotional attempts, as one of her favorite pastimes is to watch other Clans or groups in their usual routines, more curious than a desire to gather information. She finds the different societies and cultures fascinating, though knows that most of them would rather not talk to a League hunter, much less discuss their secrets. Then why does Bug stay in the League? First, she is too stubborn to walk away from a challenge - even though she has set herself up to fail from her lack of effort in battle training; she hates to give up. More so than that, though, is the guilt of how much time the League has taken to train her and the home they have provided for her. How, then, would they respond to a traitor that abandoned the League because she wasn't strong enough? Fear of consequences drives her to stay in a home full of death and risk the loss of her empathy for safety.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 1, 2019 18:50:52 GMT -5
BRILLIANCE-CHAN RPED BY BANANICE
Ah hello. Working again? You can call it work but I genuinely enjoy it. This isn't my district? True, but it's important to be well rounded. Would you like to hear a story? Thank you, I don't normally get to talk to others like this. On one of these reconnaissance, I found a group of twolegs, sitting around another group. The second group jumped and screamed like cats. It was fascinating. They had a surprisingly cooperative kittypet. Granted, showing your claws help, as you know. Anyway, he told me they were called actors. These actors act out stories for the other twolegs. Like how when you tell a story, you use your body language to express it. But it was much more than that. It was coordinated, and straightforward. I didn't understand what they said, but I found myself entranced by their performance. Hmm. Study their movements so we can turn them into attacks? That's a good idea, though wasn't my first thought. At the end of the day, one of the actors stood in the center and yelled something before sticking something into the ground. The kittypet said they were in position zero. I understand it means that the person was the center. The main star of the performance. They were proud, but they also seemed lonely. It's a familiar feeling. I work hard, fight hard, do everything I can for my dream. And when I reach that one, I stride for the next higher one. I wonder if the twolegs think the same. I'll keep aiming for my own position zero, my own brilliance. Well, it looks like everything is well. Would you like to take a break? I'm starving. Don't take your eyes off me, I'll claim the center. The top. I'll go farther and higher than any other cat before me. For that is brilliance. Brilliance. Position Zero. … Hey, don't laugh! Haha.
The wanderer; death himself, walking around with the scent of blood and death like a perfume. A tom who embraces both qualities of grace and sin. As far as anyone is concerned he’s an existence that doesn’t exist. A passing figure in your life that if you’re lucky you’ll only meet once. As a young thing it wasn’t planned that he’d end up this way, it’s just how all the cards fell when he came of age. Catching the eye of his mentor and eventually completing his training and discarding his name, he was bestowed with the moniker “Thanatos”, following a long line of Thanatos’s before him. A new set of eyes to see the world for what it truly was...a beautifully hideous place. Perhaps born under an unlucky star - since his time as “Thanatos” he's lived a nomadic lifestyle, keeping his distance from most cats except for the rare few he's bumped into. He often plays the observer role, unless the need arises - playing both sides of the moral compass, switching from good to bad like one would flip a coin. As they say death doesn’t discriminate and neither does he. Still though not many fear him at first, rather he’s often underestimated due to his pacifist impression, even with the gentleness of his mannerisms a keen enough instinct will sense the fine line between trustworthy and dangerous. If not for that, with deep golden pools that swirl darker in the center, his gentle giant appearance contrasts the true wolfish nature of his looks. Overall overlooking every other dangerous aspect, he’s a charismatic fellow with a talented silver tongue. Whether it’s convenient for him or not he has a knack for finding himself in odd situations. A troublesome gift at times, but he can at least appreciate the fact that it’s often not boring. He hates boredom after all. So best keep him interested if you’d like to stay on his good side. Not that he’d dispose of you for it, but he’s less likely to disappear if you do so. Still even if you can’t find him you need not search for him very far, because as they say “death is the only being who comes when you call”.
His name means the gift of god, but he was treated as anything but. Growing up in the city was rough and he frequently stole from other cats to survive. He grew up alongside other young cats with nobody to care for them, one by one each cat leaving the group through death or other reasons, until Matias was the last one left standing. His body scarred from years of fighting means nothing to him. He wears his scars like badges, but the day he stole from a gang and in return had his ears torn from his head was the day that he left the city never to return again. He wandered as a loner and stayed clear from fighting after that, learning to live with his newfound life of being unable to hear. Having to reteach himself how to hunt, how to carry out fighting techniques, how to live. Believing he was destined for loneliness, until he met Mother E'tani and was accepted into the ranks of Primal Instinct. After that he became a butler of sorts for the nemesis. Bringing her freshly caught prey when requested or having Sigmund fetch herbs so the white she-cat could keep her beautiful form, and in some cases killing when need be.
She has come and gone from the league as she pleased. Her green-blue eyes forever watching through the shadows of the league territory, awaiting the day she could rejoin to serve beside her best friend, Senescence. Her small stature nonthreatening, until you only spot a blur of russian blue through the shadows followed by a set of claws lodged in your throat. At first shy and cowardly, she was mentored by Senescence to use her shyness as a weapon and learned to stand up for herself against the world. She lived in Primal Instinct until she became sick from the plague, and terrified that Duriel E'tan would kill her for being sick she fled Primal Instinct with the help of Senescence in order to lay low. She returned a second time when Vera E'tani was in charge despite the new rule that returning league members or those wanting to join the Primal Instinct ranks would have to fight to the death with another league cat. She had full intentions of winning, of being reunited with Senescence after moons of being separated, and Vera picked up on this. How cruel of her to put Wendy up against Senescence, and how cruel of Senescence to fully expect Wendy to go through with the fight against her friend. The day before the fight she vanished, never to be seen again... until now.
The adoptive son of Roxanne E'tani and biological son of former warden Sabina and proxy Rickon. Lynx has lost everything. His entire family and most of his friends, but yet most people wouldn't believe it. The tom is carefree and finds himself constantly lazing about. His blue gaze gleaming with mischief as he does what he likes. Many believe that he's just a moocher, someone who comes and takes from the league as he pleases. The tom coming and going from the league often. He is a weak link, or so he's viewed, but yet that is further from the truth. He was born with his father's strength, muscles rippling under his small stature, with claws that could tear a cat's throat. He was born with his mother's intellect, the ability to devise plans and execute them successfully, seeing through many of the deceptive cats that live within the league. Then why, dare say, does the tom not use these talents? Simply because he doesn't want to. He has nothing left to protect, remember?
The son of Glowstar, Dayclan leader, and Rake, former warden of Primal Instinct. He fell off the face of the earth after the fall of Severine E'tani. Everyone knew the tom had been head over heels for him. He had dedicated his entire existence to keeping Severine E'tani safe, despite the nemesis having no interest in him, and almost died in the process. Most believed he had died that day, bleeding out on the ground while his beloved was executed, but when they went back for the body it had disappeared. Only a pool of blood left behind where the deceased tom had once been. Now he's back, acting as if nothing had even happened, just carrying out his day per usual. HUNTER
