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BACKSTORY:
Though they were born in SunClan, their life was hardly a walk in the park. Their father was never in the picture, and their mother was abusive, leaving all of them scarred in their own ways. Upon reaching two moons, their mother had them made apprentices, and by four moons, they'd killed her and disposed of the body outside the territory, managing to hide their crime from the rest of SunClan and asking for forgiveness from the Sun God for the murder they felt was necessary.
As a result of their past, these kits are tight knit, each having their role in the litter, and helping the others when needed. They look out for themselves first and foremost, and can most often be found causing trouble with other clans, whether that be for gain, or simply because they want to. These cats take full advantage of the loophole in the SunClan Code that 'technically' allows the murder of outsiders, provided they aren't caught. Though unconcerned about others, they are mostly loyal to SunClan.
Once all cats are claimed, this thread starts with them at four moons old, coming back from murdering their mother.
MIDNIGHTPAW hoax • STARK RAVING MAD
A longhaired, deep rust brown tom with cobalt blue eyes and elegant swirls of black fur that travels down his legs and concentrates in black paws, as though he commands the shadows.
He bears a charming smile and a silver tongue, an ambitious cat always looking to turn the tides to his advantage and the uncontested leader of the litter.
Arrogant. Machiavellian.
BLOODPAW cruelty • FAWN
A longhaired, brilliant rusty-auburn tom with penny copper eyes, and dark russet lace patterns that trace his shoulders and the underside of his chin and mouth, making him appear to always be bleeding.
Distant and cold, he is detacted from others and utterly heartless, finding purpose in blood and death, often at the behest of his littermates.
Bored. Ruthless.
ROYALPAW desolation • PHANTOM
A longhaired mostly white tom with deep, royal indigo eyes, and strawberry blonde fur that spirals across his entire body as though he were a ghost appearing from a sunrise fog.
Never quite able to find happiness in the world arround him, he isolates himself, focusing his time on helping his siblings with their plots and schemes, and intent on always having an answer to their problems.
Sad. Calculating.
JADEDPAW cavalier • STRAWBERRYCUPID
A longhaired, golden tom with grass green eyes and blonde highlights across his cheeks and along his spine, making him appear to always have the sun on his back.
Always having some sort of worry on his mind, he's a sort of doomsday plotter, honing his skills and expecting the worst in every scenario, therefore being the litter's devil's advocate and pointing out pitfalls and consequences his siblings might not consider.
Fearful. Impulsive.
LOVEPAW smitten • RACER
A longhaired, intense auburn tom with the palest silvery-amber eyes and strawberry blonde freckles across his cheeks, giving him the appearance of someone blushing.
Where his brother is charm, he's the protector. With a mind that focuses solely on tasks given, and his cheery disposition, he's the informant, easily able to disarm a cat's safeguards with his chatty, bright demeanor.
Cheery. Obsessive.
ELECTRICPAW fragment • HONEYSTORM
A longhaired, golden tom with lightning yellow eyes and pale gray flecks throughout his fur that make him appear to be turning into a statue.
Of all of the litter, he is the broken one. The hardships of the litter's youth, instead of building up his skills, only shattered his psyche. While on the surface he may have no clear purpose in the litter, he's the last resort. Unpredictable, and always stressed out about how his littermates are faring, he is dangerous when pushed to his breaking point, capable of great feats, though this is rare, and he usually just watches from the sidelines, running messages back and forth and keeping everything functioning smoothly.
Stressed. Broken.
RP:
He trailed after his littermates in silence, tail dragging along the ground as they walked, the rain pouring down on their heads as they crossed over the border once more and they set course for camp. It had been a long day, and the chilly leaffall storm did nothing to lift anyone's spirits. All the same, though he personally struggled to keep his composure, Electricpaw could feel the buzz that surrounded them. Their mother was dead. The she-cat that had caused them so much heartache in even four moons of life was gone, permanently. Sure, they were young. But one warrior couldn't stop focused apprentices from holding them down. It had been almost shockingly easy to make it seem like they were still scared, to let her lead them to the place where she would abuse them, only to turn the tides and force feed her deathberries.
The betrayal and anger in her eyes was beyond anything they'd seen before, but they never faltered. Right about now, her body was long gone, floating downriver far away from the clans. After a brief prayer, begging the Sun God's forgiveness for killing one of their own, they set off for home, having set on a story of failed hunting, which, given the weather, would be easy to sell.
