the TSAR
KERRIGAN / IAN
HARLOW'S LINE / AMANI X ELISIO / SIBLING TO SAMMY, KELLEN, HADLEY, AND LINDON / MATE TO / ADOPTED MOTHER OF
LITTER ONE / TRAINING CESARE
A creamy orange feline with hazel eyes.
the BOYAR
TO BE ADDED
the VRACHI
SPRINGLOCKEDGRAVE / HONEYSTORM
ROYAL THROUGH STERLING BLOODLINE
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MATE OF DEAL & UNKNOWN / MOTHER TO LAKEVEIL, BLAZEHOWL, GRAVEKIT, OSSUARYKIT, CATACOMBKIT, BREEZERUNNER, MIDNIGHTCRUSADER, CLOUDKIT, BARROWKIT, CRYPTKIT, TOMBKIT, SEPULCHERKIT / SPECIALTY : PSYCHIATRY - DIAGNOSIS, TREATMENT AND PREVENTION OF MENTAL AND BEHAVIORAL DISORDERS
For a cat who’s meant to treat an entire clan, Springlockedgrave couldn’t be further from what one would expect. No, to any onlooker, even those well acquainted with the she-cat, it’s fairly obvious she should be a patient under someone with her own speciality, not be the one to treat mental and behavioral disorders. With a smaller frame, her golden pelt riddled with scars both new and old, and a tinny voice accompanied by golden eyes that dart around, watching the shadows lest they come to claim her, Springlockedgrave is aptly described as paranoid and utterly insane. Can you really blame her though? The children of her first litter, reincarnations of the bullies of her youth whom she murdered out of desperation, have come back from her childhood to haunt her for eternity, five souls who torment her on a daily basis, whether it be physical or mental abuse, or purely delusions resulting from the endless void that slowly depletes what little sanity remains, to one day fracture her psyche beyond repair, leaving nothing but a broken, unpredictable shell behind. And who knows what will come then? It is ironic then, that this twitchy cat, who often makes a fool of herself during her episodes or from her random muscle spasms that can end with her sprawled in a pile of herbs, is rather good at her job. Maybe it’s a result of forced self treatment for her injuries, and dealing with her constantly panicked mental state, or perhaps it was from raising a second litter with issues of their own and a sense of self-preservation that would make her useful to the secretly hateful cats her first litter are. Who knows, really? Who cares? So long as she is capable of fulfilling her duties, she remains not only valuable to her children, but to the monarchy as a whole. And what’s life without a little instability through madness anyways.
the ACECOOP
SHIVA / XXSAPPHIRE
APPOINTED BY KERRIGAN / MATE OF / MOTHER TO / SPECIALTY : DEVELOPING
From a young age, she’d been told of her excellence. An old soul, she was deemed to be. Silent, and often lost in contemplation in her early years. She didn’t speak for two moons. But those pale blue eyes were calculating and active with observation. The spies had all seen it in her - to be born with that natural penchant for wisdom was a rare gift. Such promise of excellence, however, also breeds arrogance. The she-cat seems untouchable, but only because she makes it so. She doesn’t find friends easily, mostly because of her high expectations and low tolerance for stupidity. In her youth, she views many others as beneath her. Even her superiors. This can often lead to a blatant lack of respect for authority. Though she is not necessarily confrontational with the rules to which she is bound as a member of the league, she would have no problem breaking one she deemed unreasonable. She is unapologetic and fiercely independent, traits she will carry with her for her entire life. She is beautiful, of course, but any cat can simply be beautiful. Shiva, however, is something of an etherial being. She walks with a silent confidence, lithe muscles rippling under the sheen of her pale Bengal pelt. The matching pale luminescence of her blue grey eyes gives her an almost ghostly presence, as though she wears the ancient souls of her ancestors on her very being. She is like water. Silent. Fluid. Unpredictable. And a force. Her rage is swift, and her silence, calculating. From a distance, she seems quite impressive, but a difficult cat to become close to. Her words can be cruel and cold, and a near impossible cat to read. As she ages, however, her hard exterior may soften for a special select few.
the HIGH PRIEST
ALYXAVIER "ALYX" / *SAMIAM*
A tall mud brown tom with icy blue eyes. When he was barely weaned as a kit his mother up and left him in the clan, leaving him with his abusive father, who would often bite of scratch him as a form of discipline even over little things. When he was apprenticed Alyx had thought the worst was surely over. It wasn't. His mentor was also a cruel cat who used questionable methods to train him and turn him into the lethal cat he is today. Alyx was used by both his former mentor and father to do their dirty work for them until the day they both died. Though his new found freedom didn't change much for the tom. He';s still the quiet and obedient cat he has always been. He follows the Tsar’s orders to a T without question, and efficiently at that. He strongly believes it is his place to do as he's told no matter what he is ordered to do. It is not his place to question his leader after all. This however, does not mean he can;t think for himself. Alyx is quick and clever but, good at keeping his opinion to himself most of the time. Other times he can't resist a snarky comment here or there when he sees an opportunity. He is otherwise, in a sense the perfect soldier. He is very observant and very little escapes his notice. When left to his own devices he can be found perched in a tree or, some place high up acting as a self appointed look out. Though he's a good fighter, stealth and agility are his strongest skill sets. Making him better at executing sneak attacks rather than attacking an enemy head on. He cursed to relive his trauma every time he goes to sleep and will often opt to take the night shift to watch over the camp to avoid sleeping whenever he can get away with it. Despite everything he went through it didn't make him cruel or cold by any means. He doesn't talk about what he went through even though his pelt is covered in more scars than usual for a cat his age. Instead he presents himself as a fun loving and outgoing cat that always has a smirk or grin plastered on his expression whenever he's not being serious.
the CURATE
the MAGISTRATUS
WISP / LADY.M
Skinny, bordering on the line of unhealthy, Wisp stands over most cats with his extremely long legs. His tail is just like his leg, overly long. He has a medium length pelt of creamy fur. His paws are all dipped in rich brown fur with lighter browns and tans slashed across his legs. A faint tan patch rests on his chest and matches the faint tabby markings on his forehead. His black lined eyes are a silvery blue ringed with any icier shade. Wisp was born to passing loners who ditched their only son along a creek to be washed away. While he did slip into the water, he was saved by by a mysterious figure. Taken in by BrookClan after he was found left in the center of the gathering area. He had few memories and none of them involved how he ended up there. Nevertheless he quickly took to BrookClan’s ways and began to train with them as soon as he was old enough. Wisp excelled at battle and advanced in hunting, youth he absolutely refused to even dip his paws in the water to swim. Despite not having a clue of how to swim he eventually became a voiny, even if it was later than the average cat. Though he did not stay long, for an overwhelming sense of wanderlust took over. So in the dead of night he disappeared, even though he really did not have to leave in such a manner, it just felt more dramatic to him. On his own he regularly got himself into trouble, finding out that he really couldn’t walk anywhere he pleased. Yethe always survived and made his way around with a group of loners for a brief period of time. Though he fell deathly ill and was forced to stay behind. Once again the same mysterious figure delivered lifesaving herbs to the entrance of his in the middle of the night. After that he felt drawn back to BrookClan and the religion he was raised under. Stepping back into his old home he took up the life of a hermit, almost that is. He secluded himself to a private section of the territory and took up all sorts of different hobbies, mainly including bone carving and saving the furs of prey items. Yet he does his best to provide for others, including forming his own sort of religious orphanage for parentless kits. Still he always manages to find himself in some sort of trouble. His good nature and desire to better himself however usually get him out of most trouble.
Dedicated to Cauil
the CYD
EMBRY [ NIECE OF KERRIGAN] / IAN
A feline who constantly looks disgusted with everything. The kind of aristocrat that you don't want to be, quite frankly. After all, she is hard to tolerate. She holds herself higher than everyone else due to the fact that she's royal. The only feline that sees anything more than this is Timothy, one of her siblings. He is the only feline that sees a softer side, one that isn't arrogant and holier-than-thou. To the rest of her family, let alone the rest of society? She is hauty and full of herself. Daughter of Abel and Hadley and sister to Riley, Timothy, Paisley and Finley.
Dedicated to Devonei
REANNE [AUNT TO KERRIGAN] /SAMIAM
a pretty, long furred tortoiseshell she-cat with golden eyes. In truth she is as gentle and soft as she looks. Walks around with a soft gaze and a constant purr in her throat, except when it comes to a fight. She is loving by nature as well as kind. She prefers being in the nursery to help the Damy with the Podarok. She regrets not being around to help Alezander to raise his first litter but, she made sure to be there for all of them when she was in the picture, even Kerrigan. She never agreed with the Amani treated her growing up and would go out of her way to praise and encourage her whenever she could. Though it hasn't happened yet she still holds hope that she'll mother kits of her own one day.
Dedicated to Marli
GABRIEL 'GABE' [SAMMY'S MATE] / SAMIAM
A small and nimble, brown tabby tom with honey-amber colored eyes. All his life Gabriel has been on the run. He never stays in one place for long, it's almost as if he's hiding from something or someone. Despite his nomadic nature Gabriel has a strong sense of loyalty to those he is close to. When it comes to his family Gabriel has never divulged much information. The only thing he has mentioned is that his father left a long time ago. He has three older brothers that he has been avoiding for most of his life, and as far as they know he is dead. How his paws lead him to Brookclan he can be sure, but, he has never been one to argue with destiny. Despite his sketchy past Gabriel is very warm and out going. He loves to play tricks on his clan-mates and almost no one is spared from his antics. However, he mostly pranks cats he feels deserves to be taught a lesson, giving them their 'just desserts' as it were. Strange as it may seem this tom has a large sweet tooth, and will go out of his way to gather honey or berries to get his fix. Gabriel really only has two moods. He is either cheery and playful, were his smile lights up his eyes, or he's angry. Even with his small size Gabriel can be very intimidating when he's angry and can hold a grudge like nobody's business. He's most definitely not a cat you want to be on the bad side of.
Dedicated to Tiveronah
SAMMY [BROTHER TO KERRIGAN]/ ARCHERZ
Feeling abandoned is a nightmare. Never good enough, never able to impress. It hurts, primarily when it's directed towards the two cats you love most; Your adopted father and brother. Sammy's adopted mother was burned alive in a forest fire when he was old three days old after being kidnapped from an unknown clan, leaving him with his vengeful father, John, and his tyrannical older brother, Dean. Dean and Sammy were raised like warriors, never able to live like the kits they were. The benevolent kitten tried so hard to stay kind and caring, but after being pushed and pushed towards the edge of the cliff, which would inevitably lead to him spiraling down and twisting into a merciless executioner. Desperately trying to escape that fate, Sammy ran away. The starving tom wandered until he ended up in Renegade Regime. Even though he was only eight moons old, he knew how to take care of himself thanks to his upbringing. Hesitantly, the group took him in and watched him. Not only did the young tom know how to take care of himself, but he knew how to lead and care for others. He spent every waking moment caring for the others in his group. He has a warm and kind look, with chocolate brown fur and two warm amber eyes, making him seem kind and trust-worthy. Never again did he see Dean and John, but he adored his new life. After a while, Commander Sean made him the Head Cadet Raiser, and then on to Raiser Superior. He was ecstatic, filling him with determination to do his very best. That was when he met Castiel. The Guider was much older than Sammy, but he still took care of him and watched over him. With the encouragement of his new friend, he began to attempt to make the Regime seem good, trustworthy. Unfortunately, the regime wasn't where he wanted to be, and it would never change. He stayed for a long time, purely to watch Castiel ascend through the ranks. Still, he knew he needed to leave. He desperately needed to run, to escape. So he did.
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the DVORYANNE
CRYPTECHO [ HOUSE STERLING ] / IAN
Her name is reminiscent of death, the sound of the burial caverns as they creak with time. Somehow, this name is particularly fitting for the grey and white daughter of Springlockedgrave. This is because she can be rather... ghastly, empty. This is in part due to trauma. Unfortunately for her, her mother's lack of stability passed onto her daughter, however in a different way. Despite her older siblings trying their best to raise them, Cryptecho internalized from the start their mother's... strange behavior., beleiving in part that it was her fault. Because of this, she has very low self-worth. She doesn't believe she deserves the space she takes up, which has led her to a strange set of control issues. These control issues, spun from an internal emptiness, have left the feline suffering from restriction in almost all ways. You see, just like her name is reminiscent of death, so is the rest of her, due to her anorexic tendencies that she has developed as a way to feel something at all. Her body is very thin, and often times her ribs can be seen. She tries to make her physical form match her mental form, that of a ghost haunted by life.
Dedicated to Cauil
CATACOMBCREEP[ HOUSE STERLING ] / LYNX
His brown tabby fur is adorned with creeping black stripes, and his eyes are as green as vines curling around a tombstone. There has always been something a little...off about Catacombcreep. Whether it's the way he tends to appear from seemingly nowhere, take too-long pauses in conversations, or be forgotten only to have been there the whole time, something about him acts as repellent for his Clanmates. It's no surprise that he's not entirely "there" if one considers his heritage. His father is unknown, but his mother is Springlockedgrave, who is more or less insane. He aims to one day be a Knight like his grandmother, Silentheart. His half-siblings, Lakeveil and Blazehowl, helped to raise him, acting as role models for the young kits when their mother couldn't be there for them. Catacombcreep doesn't have a grudge against his mother for her lack of sanity, understanding that it's not something she could ever control. He is usually strangely serene and a placid, laid-back tom who's surprisingly easy to get along with despite his oddnessand dark sense of humor. He's fond of his six siblings: Graverobber, Barrowcollapse, Cryptecho, Tombspirit, Ossuaryshriek, and Sepulcherarisen. He doesn't suspect he'll ever find a mate, seeing as his eerie presence unnerves most cats and makes them deeply uncomfortable, but he would secretly love to be a father one day. Catacombcreep is a mystery wrapped in an enigma, a strange cat no one can really figure out.
TOY [ HOUSE STERLING ] / IAN
It's hard to return to normal when you've seen some of the horrors of humanity. It's even harder when you chose to take part in some of these horrors. This is something that Toy, sister to Springlockedgrave, would have noticed upon her first arrival back to the clan that raised her. You see, after becoming a harsh, trigger happy gang leader, settling back to life outside of the city is a rather... large adjustment. Toy is a rough and tough she-cat, one who's seen more out of life in her one remaining golden eye than most have. She's seen life as a kittypet, she's seen murder, she's seen pillaging, she's seen theft. She's also participated in most of these things. Because of this, Toy often finds herself even now on the wrong side of the law, perhaps better fit for a group like Primal Instinct due to her dark nature. She's not mean-spirited, though, she just doesn't take anyone's nonsense. Toy is also a rather impulsive cat, the one yo would imagine to pick fights with the sole intention of causing problems. She's a creature who treats those who she cares about only slightly differently than her gruff inflection towards the rest of the world; instead of just tough, she treats them with tough love.
Dedicated to Tiveronah
the VIONY
BLACKSWAN / LYNX
A jet-black she-cat with chilling golden eyes as pale as the dawn. She has white splotches on her face and breast, and her fluffy belly is soft as a cygnet's down feathers. Her attitude is cold and uninviting, but she is surprisingly intelligent once she warms up a bit. She has a strong sense of morality and strictly follows the warrior code. Blackswan was rescued by the Stagbugle as a helpless kitten with her siblings Irisblossom, Tadpolesplash, and Tigersalamander. Sometimes she feels like StarClan doesn't care about her, and her faith can seem like a battle to her at times.
CYNDER / IAN
A feline who is interesting in deal making, whatever she needs to to best benefit her. A creature with truly grey morals, one who takes no sides in conflicts because each side believes truly in what they are fighting for. A cat who knows to hold her friends close and her enemies closer, not that she particularly has either category. A silver-tongue who will betray you without thinking twice about it, if that's how the cards are played. An intellectual who truly cares about no one but herself. A temptress who finds entertainment in leading others astray. However, she is very good at the tasks she is given, and she does have a single loyalty: the crown.
Dedicated to Tiveronah
FINALDANCE / Archerz
Losing your music makes dancing impossible. It’s even harder when the music you danced to was your sister’s voice. When Ashes, now known as Fragilevoice, stopped singing, FinalDance, then called Corporate, lost all will to dance as she once did. Ashes and Corporate would dance and sing all throughout the night, weaving around each other in a way only siblings could do. That ended when Ashes couldn’t take their strict parents and she ran away to Springclan. Having no idea which clan to run to, Corporate became FinalDance and joined Summerclan before leaving to join Brookclan. To this day, she can still never forget their last dance together, when her black pelt brushed against Ashes’ and her green eyes watched Ashes’s every move. Their final dance was the best one.
Dedicated to Cauil
LILLYRIPPLE/CHICKADEEPEONY
A small, lithe white she cat with a fragile frame a glossy coat, her eyes a pale peridot green. Despite her small body and initially loner-like demeanor, her lady-like appearance is the vessel of a fiery soul. She has a tendency to overstep her bounds, she remains a cat rather ignorant to her own place in things.
Dedicated to Cauil
MOMO / FAWN
With a death, there is a new beginning. Momo is an overly fluffy she-cat, whose body mass consists of mostly fur creamy white fur. Her fur is almost completely cream white, apart for the pale flaming ginger points that barely cover her nose, paws, ear tips and fluffy tail. Momo came to BrookClan when she was just a kit, her mother too sick and frail to care for the tiny cat any longer. Momo was too young to know anything of the world around her, and so the BrookClan cats would adopt her into the clan, and dedicate her to the diety Marli. Growing up Momo's beliefs in her clan grew stronger and stronger. She lives for her diety and breathes for her clan. Now as a grown Viony Momo's faith couldn't be stronger. Momo is a soft gentle creature. Her deity shining through with every action she does. Her patience and kindness are unwavering even in the face of anger and irritation her calmness stays strong.
Dedicated to Marli
RUBYMANTLE / LYNX
Mantle: an important role or responsibility that passes from one person to another. To Rubymantle, this is her legacy. The way the flaming scarlet tabby carries herself is the way she will be remembered for generation. Her actions will live beyond her, and she is always hyperaware of that. Mantle: a loose cloak or shawl. She cloaks her ambition and desire to succeed, or at least she tries, because she doesn't want to be seen as power-hungry. Her rich amber eyes are fiery with passion for everything she does. Rubymantle adores her Clan and fervently desires to help it to victory in whatever way she can. After the changes that came after the war with Primal Instinct, she considered leaving the Clan because she strongly disagrees with the system she sees as nepotism. She is still considering it, but she stays for her family. Though she is slightly smaller than average, she excels in battle, as she's trained so much that her lithe frame has become muscular and powerful. Her mother is Spellbinder, and her father is an unknown tom. She desperately wishes to know who he is, so that she has a model for who she should become. Instead, she relies on herself. Rubymantle isn't alone, though. Her older brothers are Garnetcrown, Amethystarmy, Aquamarinecourt, Diamondseal, Emeraldkingdom, and Pearlstatue, and the sisters who were her littermates are Sapphirethrone, Peridotcastle, Opalsword, Topazsignet, and Zirconsceptre. She is too independent for her own good, but when she has nothing else to go off, she knows she could always turn to them if she could only sacrifice her pride.
SHATTEREDMELODY / Archerz
Have you ever tried to sing when you were crying? The song comes out in a broken and shattered manner. The words are morphed into broken lyrics, causing the song to sound shattered and full of agony. It's like the very heart and soul of the singer is tearing to pieces, and drowning in sorrow. With bright, shattered blue eyes and grey striped fur, ShatteredMelody's name isn't just for show. It's not just to sound good, but she knows what it's like to sing a shattered song. For the tune that you carry to be morphed and broken. She knows the agony and sorrow it brings. She wasn't always known by her broken tune. Originally, she was named Broken after her seemingly cracked blue eyes. Like many, her family was in the revolutionary groups, specifically Toxicity. She was born when the Stratego Kutsu first begun his seemingly short reign. Once her parents died, and the Chief disappeared, Broken left and ended up in the clans. Because of her background, she's ruthless in battle, and will always strive to come out on top. Her determination is undying, and though she isn't very strong, she's fast and quick-witted. What she lacks in strength, her speed and determination makes up for. Her melody might be shattered, but she'll never let it show.
Dedicated to Cauil
STARK / SAMIAM
A handsome brown tabby tom with dark amber eyes. If anything could be considered noteworthy about Stark it is that he is by no means a quitter. He's a try hard who prides himself most with his intelligence. He is able to think fast on his paws even in the most stressful of situations. He is confident boarding on arrogant. He is known for his snarky comments and his poorly timed sense of humor. He can come across as distant and doesn't exactly 'play well with others'. This is only because he is afraid of letting others get close to him. Underneath his egotistical front is an insecure tom just trying to prove himself and his loyalty to his clan.
Dedicated to Cauil
UNRELENTINGDEMONS / Archerz
“Scared to get close, and I hate being alone. I long for that feeling to not feel at all. The higher I get, the lower i’ll sink. I can’t drown my demons, they know how to swim.” Demons can either be spirits, or they can be inside you. The worst demons are the ones that make up your very being. The insecurities and flaws, those are the things that will drag you into the depths of the shadowed darkness and overwhelming emptiness. You can try so hard to get away from those demons, but they are vicious and unrelenting. They will never go away, no matter how hard you try. You can’t escape, and you can’t drown them, as UnrelentingDemons is so very experienced in. Ever since he was a small kitten, the small grey-blue kitten was plagued by his inner demons. He grew up under the name of Bluekit due to his shimmering blue eyes, but it was changed to Unrelentingkit when he was about 5 moons old. At that point, he could see the stares and guess the awful thoughts that the cats of Winterclan had about him, so he left to join Springclan, hoping he wouldn’t be as hated. They took him in and raised him, helping him to better deal with those demons that plagued him. However, after a while he left to join Brookclan, hoping to feel more at home there.
Dedicated to Tiveronah
VARIAN / NOM_DE_PLUME
In a world such as their's, bonds are worth more than gold. To truly be able to trust someone, to know that they aren't conspiring behind your back is an unmeasurable weight off of your back. This was Varian's bond with his father. An eccentric old tom, Varian's father Thrune was well-known in the clan as a cat to avoid if possible. He spent most of his day working on strange contraptions said to make life easier and tended to neglect his warrior duties as far as he was permitted. Varian grew up attempting to impress his father with his own strange combinations and creations, and the two grew to admire one another as only a father and his kit can. This couldn't last, however, and when the monarchy came into power Thrune's laziness wasn't permitted and he was one of the first to be exiled from the clan. Still an apprentice, Varian was powerless to stop this injustice. A silent, potent rage began to rise within him, drawing him closer to the precipice with every passing moon. When he was finally named a Voiney and given some measure of power, he began immediately conspiring against the crown. This conspiracy began within, but soon after manifested outwardly as he gathered power and allies. The tom is somewhat scrawny despite his constant training with a shaggy gray pelt and bright amber eyes. Not one to be unkind to those who don't deserve it, Varian makes a point to help out those in a lower position of power than himself. He prides himself on his morals, knowing that those who deserve retribution will get it, while the innocent will be left unscathed. He doesn't believe that his father is still alive and holds the crown responsible for his death and dishonor. This is the driving force that propels Varian forward in life, and is his life's goal to complete.
Dedicated to TIVERONAH
the KADETS
NERA / IAN
An athletic young tom-cat who is the kind of feline who can adapt well to almost any situation. He's the kind of cat who seems generally unbothered by everything. This go with the flow attitude makes him seem almost lazy, as he seldom acts with his own personal agency. This being said, he would never leave an assignment undone. He is as cool as a clam most of the time, but that doesn't stop a sense of sarcasm to constantly be found in his voice. Because of this nature, though, he can be inadvertently apathetic. He is prone to insensitivity because very few things bother him, so he doesn't understand really why they would bother other folks. Nera is a brown tabby tom with opaque green-gold eyes.
Dedicated to Tiveronah
the DAMY
SMALLFIRE / IAN
A tiny black feline with sharp, flame-colored eyes. She is a feline who is very soft around the edges, one who was never sure what she wanted to do in her life. Yet, she always had an affinity for charity. She was always the kind of feline who was willing to eat last, to donate her share of her prey to others. This made her father, Solemnknight, very angry. After all, it was a waste of resources. His daughter would invite strangers into their den, she would do her best to comfort the sick and dying. Yet, she had little compassion to her own family. Because of this, Smallfire was eliminated from the House of Solemnknight. It was in this expulsion from her own family that she found a new cause. She became a damy, one who would become the mother for all of the orphans that needed a home. Smallfire is a very compassionate feline, but she is very firm in her nature. She could even be considered hard-headed, as if she doesn't change her mind about anything, no matter the consequences. Smallfire is also sterile, so she will never bare her own kittens.
Dedicated to Marli
the PODAROKS
AUGUSTKIT / RAIN / LYNX
With a soft cream pelt and light brown points, Augustrain looks like a paler version of his mother, Heathersong. His eyes are soulful pools of deep blue that earned him his water-inspired name. Gentle and soft-spoken, he has a peaceful air to him. Despite his quiet ways, he is surprisingly flirtatious, though he is so subtle that most cats don't even realize it. The sweet-tempered tomcat wishes he had been able to know his father, Ivythorn, who was killed before he was born. He has eleven siblings, all named after months of the year.
PASTELKIT / SUNSET / LYNX Tiveronah
A sunset may end a day, but it also marks the start of a new night. Pastelsunset is a pastel tortoiseshell with a white belly, long, graceful legs, and unique curly fur. Emerald eyes set in a round, innocent face are usually twinkling with mischief. Her mother, Paintedturtle, died of a heart condition right after giving birth to her and her siblings. Because Pastelsunset doesn't know whether or not she inherited the heart condition, too, she makes it a mission to live life to the fullest every day. There is a darkness to her personality, and she enjoys causing trouble, but she's irresistibly charming. The few cats she will never betray are her siblings and her father, Midnightcomet.
RIGEL / LYNX
Son of executed Boyar Shattered and missing noble Mars, Rigel and his brothers Altaïr, Sirius, and Regulus have been haunted by the sin of their mother. The fiery flame-point tries to redeem himself, but he is too outspoken for his own good and says what comes to his mind. His cream medium-haired pelt darkens across his face and down his left hind limb. His face and his left hind limb are golden-brown with deep russet stripes. His electric blue eyes reflect the sky in their hue. Though he is small like his ragdoll mother, his petite figure is agile and a nightmare to face in close combat.
RIPTIDEKIT / RAMBLE / Archerz
Anxiety is something that no one ever wants to content with. It's overwhelming in every sense of the word, making even living a struggle. It's nights spent pacing the floors, concerned about situations that would never happen. It's silence when you should be talking; staying when you should be leaving. With tender green eyes and a grey pelt resembling the flood he was born in and named after, Riptideramble is a force to be reckoned with. His overwhelming anxiety masks a soul full of fury and agony. His anxiety bloomed a hate for those around in her soul, caused by his fear of rejection.
Dedicated to Tiveronah
SILVERKIT / SEA / LYNX
Born to a dead father and a mother who died after his birth, Silversea was brought to BrookClan as a kitten by his older brother, Crescentwing. He is a stunning silver-and-white tabby with blue eyes to match his oceanic name. Silversea tends to be stoic and doesn't much like socialization, though he is willing to talk to other cats for the sake of politeness. Decorum is very important to him, and good manners define his entire life. He sticks staunchly to the warrior code and never even thinks of breaking it.
SWEETKIT / SCENT / FAWN /Cauil
"Tell me that you’d even pluck the stars in the sky for me" A short furred ginger tabby tom with white markings littering his lean body. His eyes are shiny full honey amber the irises ringed in dark brown, while his nose is a pale rosy pink. Sweetscent much like his name is a sweetheart. A majority of the time he is always putting others wellbeing over his own. The ginger tom is also a giant klutz, he can barely walk two tail lengths without tripping over either his paws or thin air. Misfortune seems to hang over the tom like a grey stormy cloud, but he doesn’t let that bother him. Always trying to find the happier things in life. Ever the optimist as well as a hopeless romantic he views the world with a glass half full attitude. His siblings are Freshfish, Spicebloom, Saltbreeze, and Sourberry.
