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Welcome to Classic's Cat Seeking B.L.O.O.D. Cats AKA The Fellowship of the Flings Page! Have fun picking out of a selection of characters for mates, family characters such as a sibling or parent, find new kits/adoptables, and participating in page events. Kitting threads and adoptable character threads are also collected on this page.
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EVENTS
Valentine's Speed Dating February 1st - 29th
How it works:
My cat Amadea has organized a secret get together for all the lonely hearts out there. We'll all meet up and get to know one another, Amadea has arranged a feast where everyone can mingle before the big event.

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There is no official sign up thread, just join in if you want :D Any cat aged apprentice - elder is welcome!

THE MEET AND GREET
Amadea and her helpers have prepared a feast where we can mingle. This will play out in one thread. Just some light hearted fun, kinda like a gathering. - link -

THE SPEED DATING
This will be the second thread, Amadea will announce the start of the round. At this point cats will just begin talking to each other. Once someone pairs up with someone else I'll make a note on the announcement post. The round lasts a few days and then Amadea will call stop and start a new one. At the end of the thread I'll make a post listing all the pairings we had and then if you had interest in pursuing a plot with someone all you gotta do is shoot them a message or reply to the thread.
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WELCOME
Whether you're an experienced roleplayer or a new member the adoption center is here for you. There are bios specific to certain clans and then there are general bios for any group or clan. There are also families in case you and some friends want to adopt a family together. All cat bios should follow classics rules and be aware edits might be made to the bio if a situation calls for it. Though the chances are slim that edits will need to be made.
MANAGED BY LAVELLAN

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RULES


• There is a limit of three * adoptions a month (that is within 30 days time) so that others can have a chance to adopt


• Bios should have a NAME and 2+ sentences


• Give credit where credit is due for your cats bio, if you put your cat on your profile just include somewhere that your cat was adopted!


• You can spend points on extra things (see more aside)


• All descriptions have been carefully screened for things such as god-moding, swear words, illegal names or anything else against Classic's rules. You have the right to change the descriptions to suit your desires BUT if you add things that go against Classic's rules, that becomes your responsibility and you will be warned.


*Subject to change as we get more active

POINT SYSTEM

+ 5 for donating a cat

+ 1 per sentence (maximum of 5 extra points)

+ 20 for playing the adopted cat in three (3) threads with five (5) or more posts being your own proof sent to lavellan

+ 20 for playing the adopted cat in one (1) gathering with five (5) or more posts having your character mingle proof sent to lavellan

+ 50 for having kits with the adopted cat proof sent to lavellan

+ 50 for getting 2 generations away from can you adopted proof sent to lavellan

Rewards:

- 100 to adopt an extra cat

- 50 for a edited picture of any cat
SHADOW
September 27, 2021
Debonairexpression
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LAVELLAN
October 16, 2021
Chasingdreams
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SIMPLYLIGHT
October 20, 2021
Canaryninght, Dawnguard, Astralflight
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GEORGE [written by delilah]
George is a rather small light orange tom with darker orange tabby stripes that ripple along the length of his thin frame. His eyes are dark green like a fresh piece of moss that been caught in the rain. George like most kittypets lives happily with his twolegs though he knows there is a bigger world out there, sights unseen by many cats who choose to remain cooped up in their homes all day content with getting fat, but not him. George would never leave his home, but that never stops him from going on adventures; his paws get restless if he can't enjoy the outside world. His twolegs let him out during the day and by nightfall he returns home to curl up warm in his bed. The orange tabby tom is not clueless, he knows of the dangers that lay beyond the hard nests occupied by the twolegs and the other kittypets, but he would never forgive himself if he let the wonders around him remain secret to his mind. George is a carefree cat, he enjoys the warmth over the cold and you would never catch him anywhere near water. He spends his day roaming freely, hoping to meet some new cat or find some new treasure.
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SCALDINGHEAT [written by Honeystorm]
With his orange-russet fur, splotched and smoked with charcoal black, he looks permanently like he was singed by flame, his deep amber eyes like endless flames that look out into the world. His father is Firecollapse, and grandson of Foxbane/Vixen kismet and Deal. A relatively grouchy tom, he is distrustful
warrior

ANGERENDURANCE [written by Honeystorm]
A blue-gray tom with light brown eyes. Outgoing and calm. Reserved and silent when angered. Son of Syndromeenigma and Daylight, grandson of Barleystar, Skystar, Uta, and Abandon. Despite his name, he is rather hard to upset, and assumes a protector role for others. He is fiercely loyal, and will do just about anything for those closest to him. Though rarely angered, when pushed to the edge he snaps and will lash out at whoever it is that is the target of his rage.
warrior

AKAMU [written by Honeystorm]
Akamu is a large Maine Coon tom with deep copper eyes. He has a white undercoat shaded with a vibrant rust color along his spine that fades as it travels down his body, to his paws which are a pale, creamy shade not unlike the stain blood would leave on a pristine white pelt after the substance has initially been washed away. Taller than even his mother, Sayaka, who never payed him much mind, he certainly has a personality to match. Energetic and boisterous, it's not just his size and coloring that stand out among the colors of the creeping growth and decrepit buildings. He is spirited, and has a tendency to be a bit louder than he should, whether it be his thunderous paws on cracked ground, or split the night with a loud laugh. He can almost always bring a smile to his face for the light-less group and is genuinely kind, though fierce in battle and extremely loyal. Sometimes, despite this, however, he can be misconstrued as vain or of acting superior to others, due largely to the fact he has to physically look down to meet others' eyes, standing well above many of them. But that doesn't matter all that much to him. He lives as he wishes, and what others think is what they think, it hardly concerns him. Son of Sayaka.
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FUJIN [written by Honeystorm]
Finding a free spirit is hard in a place such as the League. Harder still is it to find someone so absolutely energetic and carefree, full of laughter and cheer even in the darkest of moments, one so utterly incapable of seriousness or understanding consequences. Fujin is such a cat. Nothing bothers him. His laughter rings through the trees as readily as his claws rip through flesh, and to him, there is no such thing as fear, worry, or regret. There is only the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline coursing through his veins in every waking moment, the death defying stunts and risking it all. For him, there is no other way to live. As such, he as amassed a sort of cult following, of those who worship his energy and are fascinated by the tom's complete and utter insanity. There is no cat who speaks an ill word to his face, lest their blood paint the ground seconds later to the raucous laughter and joy of those whom he associates with. The brown tabby is the light of the party, his green gaze permanently alight with reckless fervor, always on the edge of losing it all, his white tipped toes almost permanently stained with the blood of his victims. He is the high roller, the careless, the carefree, and the crazy. Now, why don't you come along and he'll show you a good time? Brother to Raijin.
warrior

TRICKSTERHEART [written by ashestoashes]
An orange and white tom with green blue eyes that sparkle with mischief. He and his twin brother Jokerstrike are always up to something mischievous, but never with the intention to hurt others. Between the two brothers he is the leader and so is usually the one that spearheads the operations. Both are caring cats and truly like to bring joy and mirth to the clan. warrior

JOKERSTRIKE [written by ashestoashes]
An orange and white tom with green blue eyes that twinkle with mischief. He and his twin brother Tricksterheart are always up to something mischievous, but never with the intention to hurt others. Between the two brothers he is the brains of the operation and is the one that helps bring the tricks and plans to life (although both contribute to coming up with the ideas.) Both are caring and truly like to bring joy and mirth to the clan. warrior

KOKETHEART [written by ashestoashes]
A blue russian tom with grey eyes it’s ironic the first part of his name, Kotek is polish for kitten. It's also a sad reminder for the tom with how young and how short he looks. Most wish to look youthful, but for this tom he wishes he could look older...most warriors at first glance mistake him for an apprentice. It wouldn't be so bad but he often gets picked on because of his younger looks, making him weary when he first meets a cat. It makes it even harder for him to talk to she cats, feeling shy and feels he'll never get a mate due to his looks. Once a cat gets to know Kotekheart, they'll learn he's like dynamite...it comes in small packages. The one big thing he has is his mouth, which has been known for getting him in trouble. Despite his short status Kotekheart works extra hard to prove he is a warrior, and it pays off when he battles....this little kitty has claws but also a big heart.
warrior

JUPITERDROP [written by ashestoashes]
Small and feminine figured this peach and cream colored feline with baby blue eyes is in fact a tom. Being the way he is has its ups and downs, but most definitely uses what he has to his advantage. Manipulative? Maybe. Does he really care if it means it helps him out and maybe a few other cats along the way? Nope. He just does what he does to get to where he needs to be and that's that.
warrior

DEAFLEOPARD [written by ashestoashes]
Big, muscular, and strong this tom is one intimating creature. This bangle has the spots of a leopard as well as the heart however there is more than meets the eye with this cat. Dark green eyes always observant...always watching. Never speaks. Some think that this is simply because he is calculating. In retrospect it's more because of the fact that he is actually deaf and so has to constantly watch everything. He doesn't like others to know he is deaf so he just plays the quiet dumb type. In actuality he is in fact a very clever and smart lad that just plays his part very well.
warrior

Wolfwaste [written by Cleaver]
With his neatly refined coat and articulate manner of speaking, very few cats believe he was ever the loner he claims to be. His sleek copper fur reflects auburn in the sunlight, matched by a pair of inquisitive green eyes, and flows over a limber and toned willowy body. The scars marking his body suggest the harsh life of a warrior: few rogues would have fought in so many battles, and none of them would have survived without the aid of a trained medicine cat. His left ear is split down to the base, he's missing patches of fur on his flanks and lower back leg, but the most flagrant wound is the long scar curling beneath his eye and down through the side of his throat, matched by the bite marks in his scruff. He was a SunClan warrior when he was sent out to break the first wave of defenses during a siege, and he was sent out to die. He tore his way through their ranks until the cats were pulling him down into the dirt, and his best friend, his half-brother, sacrificed himself to save Wolfwaste. His mother saved his life then, faked his death, and dragged from out of the battle and into a new clan. Was he supposed to thank her? Of the pair, he can't deny his brother was always his better half: Myriadwolf wasn't articulate or intelligent like Timesquandor, but he was pleasant to be around, optimistic, and trusting. He was sweet, he believed the best in others even after he was proven wrong, and he was willing to take risks to help others. A selfish cat him Timesquandor could never understand that. He's been stuck in his old ways for so long, this selfish and judgmental tom isn't sure he can change, but for his friend, he has to try. His new name is an adaptation of the old - waste for his former name Timesquandor, for the life he's wasted thus far, for the untimely death that wasted his brother's potential; wolf in memory of the best cat he's ever known - and he's determined to find new meaning in it. Perhaps he can curb his own negativity, perhaps he can put his intellect to good use, perhaps he can learn to laugh if only he can stop looking over his shoulder. He has a long journey ahead of him, but for the first time in a long while, Wolfwaste wants to take it. The son of Foxstar and Copperthroat.
warrior

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TARN [written by cookie]
Tarn originally came from The Loch where Herne once Hunted. While she is beautiful with a Siamese short coat and striking blue eyes, her tail is bobbed. She was raised under very strange lore and believes in a god called the Green One, whose teachings about change from it's Bloodsucking Head she follows closely, always trying to impart its wisdom on other cats. She left her home to see the world - curiosity is by far her most defining trait. She doesn't feel much, if any, fear. Tarn's driving motivation is novelty. She wants to see and know everything. Her adaptable nature has allowed her to befriend cats from many walks of life by adjusting her personality to fit theirs. Overall, Tarn is an explorer. She is free-spirited and lively, always wanting to meet new cats but never giving up her roots. Her biggest fear is being imprisoned, unable to move around. It's the worst fate imaginable for this free spirit.
loner

RIPPLETIDE [written by ashestoashes]
A stunning grey white she cat with soft baby blue eyes and a splash of white on her muzzle. Ripple is a very clever feline with a strong moral compass and a stronger sense of ambition. Nothing will stop this she cat from getting what she wants, after all she earned it! Ripple enjoys the cool breeze next to the water side and the soft sound of the rippling water along the shoreline. warrior

DOESTRIKE [written by ashestoashes]
What a sweet, gentle, and fluffy cat Doestrike seemes to be, even down to her light sparkling blue eyes. However it's not what it seems to be as this snowshoe she cat is anything but sweet, gentle, and fluffy. Loud, sarcastic, grumpy, and at times harsh she not one to be messed with or annoy. With very little patience she is ease to anger and even quicker to give a sharp tongue to. However she has a kind side to her that she only shows to her close friends, which is to say she doesn't have a whole lot of. It's best to say avoid getting in her path unless you wish to test your luck with her, otherwise it just makes sense to leave her be.
elder

BRANWREN [written by ashestoashes]
Like her name suggests this turkish angora is as dark as a raven's feather with sparkling jade eyes. She is a beautiful cat but the same can't be said about her personality. This cat is all about herself so unless there is something to gain from another or if a conversation isn't about her she is not interested. She has friends...only ones that benefit her and tell her what she likes to hear. Honestly it is hard to say if she really cares for others, that is to be seen. Branwen is more clever than what she seems to be as well as cunning and arrogent. She has a skewed moral compass to what she thinks is right or wrong which could ultimately lead to possible conflicts to the clan she lives in.
warrior

STRAWBERRYFIELDS [written by ashestoashes]
As sweet as strawberries with fur as close as to red a cat could be Strawberryfields has fluffy fur with a white tipped tail and chest. Eyes dazzle in the most peculiar color of blue ever seen on a she cat but then again she herself is a peculiar cat. She see's the world in music, quiet literally as if she is in a musical. Maybe she was born like this or perhaps had obtained an injury in her youth but for Strawberry everything normally sounds just as that. She almost sings everything she says and seems to always dances when she moves. Aside from this quirk she is like any other cat with a fierce passion to protect her loved ones.
warrior

EURYTHMICDREAM [written by ashestoashes]
On the outside she looks a normal silver grey tabby cat with yellow eyes but in honesty nothing about her is normal. For one she can't speak since she was born a mute. Instead she talks with her paws as well as her body. She also has these...dreams. Dreams of cats she don't know but what's to come to them. With there being so many cats out here in the territories its hard to tell each and everyone of them what's coming there way so she has come to ignore them. What use is it to have all of these dreams to help all these cats when she can't even get to meet one, let alone convince them she isn't crazy? Instead she lives life for herself and only herself and that's that.
warrior

POISONEDROSE [written by ashestoashes]
Black and white she cat with striking grey eyes she loves to play with flowers, but not just any flowers. All flowers are beautiful but the most prized ones in this cats eye's are the ones with the most poison to them. They have a deadly beauty to them she can easily relate to.
warrior

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DAYCLAN
MALE
BLUEPARROT [written by Faith]
Is an incredibly rare spotted highlander lynx with russian blue fur. His ears are curved like mouse ears which allow him to hear echoes of sound far better than any warrior in his clan. While he is not the best at balance due to his stubby tail he is a massive tom that is capable of being a powerful warrior in battle. Blueparrot was given birth to by a russian blue purebred kittypet. She had escaped from her two-leg and taken refuge at Day Clan after hearing her kittens would be taken from her. She was already pregnant at the time with a highlander lynx purebreds kits and unfortunately without the aid of a two-leg to give a c-section only the smallest kit, Blueparrot came out. The rest were too big and died within his mother. He was named for his russian blue colored fur like his mother. However when he was found and brought into DayClan he felt at a disadvantage being born a kittypet and has since tried to prove his strength not just to others, but to himself. Blueparrot uses his strength and large size to stand up for other cats and not allow any to be pushed around.
warrior

SWIFTMIND [written by Faith]
A dark orangey tom with white lacey almost spiderweb like markings over his bengal swirl fur. He has a white chest and pale yellow, almost white, eyes. Swiftmind is a wiry tom who treats the world like one big chess match. He did not have his mother around growing up, his father had said that she wasn’t needed and therefore should not be missed. His father had tried toughening him up to be a good fighter, but he was always just a good hunter which in his father’s eyes and his own eyes was not enough. It was one day when Swiftpaw and his father had chased away a patrol and the leader wanted to report the cats to a gathering that his true power shinned. The patrol could not remember each of the cat's fur and eye colors with complete certainty but Swiftpaw could. He recited each of the cats fur, eye color, voice, scents, even to a small detail such as one of them having a limp and another having a small scar across the nose. Swiftminds dad worked his photographic mind to his advantage and taught his son how to recognize body languages and how to masterfully predict a cats move based on their body language and past all within less than a few seconds. Swiftmind may not be strong, but he is swift enough to dodge and speed his claws into an enemy by knowing what his enemies next moves are. One may think that Swiftminds mind is perfect, but he has a hard time understanding emotions and often comes out blunt as he himself does not take anything personally and does not understand why others take emotions so “dramatically” as he calls it.
warrior

TAINTBLOOD [written by Faith]
A dark golden tom with two flaming red tabby pattern back legs that look more like flesh than a tabby pattern. Taintblood has dark brown eyes that almost look black and was cruelly named Taintblood for his disturbing blood heritage. It started five generations ago when Daisy met Jackdawwest. Daisy was a kittypet when she met this handsome Day Clan warrior and she was fascinated with warrior life and joined the clan herself. However it wasn’t long until the peace in Day Clan ran out. Prey went dry in the wheat fields of Day Clan and so did hope. Cats started going out for hunts and not coming back, some abandoned the warrior life for being a kittypet, others ran off to different clans and some cats hearts could beat no longer without prey. When leafbare came the clans size dwindled but one day Daisy came back with prey and then the next day and the next. Daisy had found a buck that had been hunted down by a pack of wolves. She had scavenged the corpse for meat and was bringing back more and more for the clan everyday. Daisy went out one day to collect more of the bucks meat and Jackdawwest wanted to help so he followed her scent to surprise her, but he was the one surprised. When he came upon Daisy picking off the meat of one of their own warriors who they had just laid to rest not four days ago. he couple never told the clan the truth and they never stopped feeding their clan the meat until prey came back. Daisy had kittens later on, but every litter she had only one kit survived in the womb. The medicine cat would whisper to her that the kit ate his or her siblings in the womb. Daisy only told the true story of the harsh leafbare when nearly all of her clanmates in that leafbare had died. However the generations of kits Daisy had that went on to have their own kits always eat their own in the womb and always have a fiendish fancy to eat other cats. Some generations of Daisy’s kits would lick the blood of foes in battle, others would be unable to fight off the scent of their own clanmates death and unbury their graves. Some would walk into two-leg cities at night and prey upon rogues and kittypets. But there has never been a case of any of Daisy’s bloodline not having an addiction to eating cat flesh. For this reason cats still fear Daisy’s bloodline and are uncertain whether they have a vampire tendency, murderer, or corpse thief in their clan. So was it cruel to name him Taintblood, yes. But were they right to label him ahead of time as a murderer…? We can only wait and see.
warrior

CREAMCOAT [written by Faith]
Creamcoat always wants to look his best, he has beautiful white fur with creamy swirled designs with light emerald eyes. He heard from a kittypet once that he would be on something called a magazine such as Cat Fancy. He never understood what it truly meant, but he did know it meant that he would be adored. His desire to be one of DayClan’s most beautiful cats came from his mother who gave birth to him at an old age. His mother was gorgeous, she had velvety white persian fur and crystal blue eyes that anyone would be envious about. She said to him to never stop being beautiful, to shine brighter than any of those starry StarClan cats to be, fabulous. Of course that is what he tells everyone, but the story changes a little bit every time. He is not afraid to call any cat ugly and will often call cats by number of favoritism. If you are a seventeen and you make him upset though you may drop all the way to a thirty-two. He is definitely an odd cat, but sooner or later he will find that beauty is in the eye of the beholder and may stand up to the “greys” as he calls those who are less genetically perfect.
warrior

BLAZINGSOUL [written by Faith]
Blazingsoul woke up like a newborn kit, his memories blank, the only thing he does know are lies. Blazingsoul woke up at the very center of Day Clan camp. The clan woke up at dawn to find him there, a fiery blur of red, strawberry blonde, and platinum blonde wisps of fur with a copper left eye and a purple damaged right eye with a scar straight over the purple eye. No one knew what to make of Blazingsoul, he had no memories of where he came from or who he was. The clan decided to accept him and that at the next gathering they would try to find out which clan he belonged to. In the meantime he remains in Day Clan as a warrior and was given his own warrior name Blazingsoul. The prefix, Blazing for the color of his fur and the suffix soul to give him a soul here in Day Clan since he could not remember his. Blazingsoul has not said anything yet, but he has a mysterious talent to sense lies. When some cat is lying he finds that his senses are hyperactive, they are able to pick up more easily the visual and auditory signals of a cat’s deceiving behavior. He can figure out what a cat’s “tell” is that they are lying and hear the small sounds of their voice that may signify the lie. Why his senses are hyperactive to cats lying in particular he does not know. What he does know is that certain cats he meets respond oddly to him, almost like they remember or fear him from their past. He does not know why he was feared or if he should have been feared in the first place, all he does know is that he needs to keep questioning and picking up on lies to pick up the pieces of his life and find the whole picture again. But even if he does figure out who he was, will he like the tom he was?
warrior

HOLLOWHEART [written by Faith]
A pessimistic white tom with a golden chain like stripe starting at his snout and swirling across his pelt to his tail with big yellow eyes. He was born with a literal small hole in his heart from what the medicine cat could find out. A disease that will slowly bring him to an early grave. He is unable to become a warrior and must reside in the elder’s den in order to keep his health in balance. However he never feels like he is living, he feels like he is already dead. He takes out his frustrations and anger for his situation on his clan mates and has grown up to be a bitter cat. However things changed after his mother died. When his mother was gone no one paid as close attention to him as his mother did, he began to sneak out from camp and visit other clans despite the warrior code. He would even start battles with rogues if it made him feel alive. Yes he would be vomiting on his own blood from exerting himself, but for once he felt alive. He continues this dangerous practice of sneaking out of camp and engaging in battle, but every battle and clan he walks long miles through is a month off of his life. Will his hunger for feeling alive outweigh his bodies need to live or will his will to live leave his feelings of adrenaline behind as well as his dreams.
warrior

HAWKTALON [written by Faith]
Hawktalon has a triangular face with a light beige hourglass body and red fox like tail. He has red ears and a red thin marking lining against the bottom of his narrow grey eyes. He is an incredibly lethal cat and even a tad sadistic. He will often convince a hunting patrol to look for hawks and lure them down risking the lives of his own clanmates to snag a hawk. He will often back it up by saying that they are ridding Day Clan of hawks even though they were minding their own business in the first place. He will then take the hawks talons and will glue them to his front claws with tree sap in order to land far more deadly blows. Thus the reason his name is Hawktalon. The prefix of his name Hawk, came from his grandfather who was said to be a grand warrior of DayClan.
warrior

THISTLEBERRYBURN [written by Honeystorm]
A tall, wiry tom with soft, pale red-and-white fur and green eyes. He and his brother Crabapplekit are very close; whereas Crabapplekit is loud, he is the calmer of the two, serving as the rational mind of the litter. He is also kind and good-humored, though in a quieter, more understated way. He enjoys good word-play and clever jokes, and prides himself in his intelligence. However, he lacks somewhat in bravery, as he has many fears. One fear is fire, which ravaged the camp when he was just a kit and almost suffocated him.
warrior

ELECTRICFRAGMENT [written by 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. Littermate to Lovesmitten, Jadedcavalier, Midnighthoax, Bloodpaw, and Royaldesolation.
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MEADOWFAWN [written by Faith]
Light cinnamon brown fur swirled with peach colors and a peach stripe down to her nose with friendly pearly eyes. Meadowfawn is a dainty she-cat who is regal in every definition. Her voice is sophisticated and her fighting comes with grace, she never loses her composure or raises her voice, instead her voice is authoritative and demands to be listened to and has the honey like voice that cats want to listen to. She is not afraid to get her claws bloody and is ready to strike any cat down to defend her honor as her pride is far bigger than her heart. It is clear that when she finds a mate that he will be the one in the nursery fathering the kits as she will already be out and about with friends or on hunts. She would not be about to sacrifice her social life for her kits and would treat her kits like dolls she likes to decorate and love.
warrior

SUNKISSEDTHISTLE [written by Faith]
She was originally a childhood pet, but life hadn't treated her well. Her owner turned cruel frequently abused her by burning her fur, cutting her and throwing items at her in fits of rage. She grew up hardened with hatred for two-leg kind, but more than that grew envious of purebreds. Ever since a kittypet named Adele was adopted she had been living under her owners porch, living off of his scraps. Her owner used to have his name, Dear, the name an older two-leg had always called him, but since his cruel streak cats called him Crookedsile. She has little sympathy for the cats that Crookedsmile keeps in the kitten mill feeling that the purebred cats in them replace mutts like her. When a group of DayClan apprentices showed up on her territory she was at first aggressive, but later became intrigued by clan life and agreed to help out and free the rest of the kittenmill cats. Sunkissedthistle is very cemented in her ways, but little by little is learning to trust others. Originally it took her a while to disown her kittypet name Belle, but finally decided to shed the name in order to rid what little hold Crookedsmile still held onto her. However she still lashes out easily and is quick to turn on her friends when she feels threatened.
warrior

PINKPASTEL [written by Faith]
Lulu was her kittypet name and she had come from a happy home with a breeder who had a love for long furred Siamese. She grew up happily with her mate Bandit, living a peaceful life with him and her two-leg. However things changed when the two-leg grew old and sold them to a two-leg who the cats called, Crookedsmile. Lulu had been pregnant at the time and was stuffed into a tight cage with Bandit. She was hardly fed and grew sick in the cold conditions of his backyard. Due to this she gave birth to a litter of six, but only one survived. Ever since then things were on a downward spiral. Ever since Bandit and her came into Crookedsmile's "care" they had grown a part and with a kit to raise there was more tension between the two in the tight quarters. However a group of DayClan apprentices found her and set her and her family free. Since then she's been living in DayClan and feels relaxed. She took a warrior name rather quickly and has discovered she is a natural born hunter. Her daughter Flutterwing is also there.
warrior

MIRRA [written by Honeystorm]
Looking at her, sometimes, it's like Tasman never died. Beautiful calico fur with wondrously wide eyes, she is almost a picture of her aunt. The daughter of Dinara and Blazehowl, a union between the ruling house and the largest royal house of a now dead clan. Her and her sister Raiza, twins, much like her father and his sister, are opposites, and yet, so dangerously similar. She is chaos, the bright, wild, untameable, always making some sort of trouble or other with her sister, much to the chagrin of others. Mirra likes to think Tasman would be proud of the two little hellions Dinara has created, that her spirit lives on, watching over her. Granddaughter of Deal.
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NIGHTCLAN
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IVYNETTLE [written by Pao]
The night is sharp and quick, shining through the green tree leaves. It is unkind to those who do not respect it or misjudge it. Ivynettle is a cat much like the night, both in appearance and personality. Her words are sharp and to the point, her mind not easily swayed, and her temper fierce. Her kits know better than to anger her for she is quick and precise in her punishment of judgment. Warriors are weary of the she-cat and her stinging attitude. But she's like an itch, like poison ivy, something you can't get rid of easily and that stays around even when you don't want her too. Ivynettle is very much like the plants she's named for. Sharp, itchy, stinging, mean. It's a wonder that any cat would want her as a mate, but some do, some need that sense of stability. And that's something she is, stable. With black fur, a single area of white on her chest, and ivy greens for eyes, she's the most stable thing around and knows it.
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SUNCLAN
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AUTOCRATICHEIR [written by username]
The Malefactor. An extremely fluffy, childlike orange tabby tom with rich copper brown eyes. Brother to Gildeddivinity and Mythosseraphim, and son to the failed initiate Daeva, he is a tom who likes to meddle in the affairs of others, causing as much trouble as he can get away with and always seeking to get around the rules. At the same time, he’s extraordinarily immature, incapable of seeing his own faults, and often throwing tantrums if he doesn’t get his way. Purebred Siberian.
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XANDUBUSIMULACRUM [written by username]
A black and white moscow mutation patterned tom with green eyes. Son of Foxstar and Deal, and sibling to Zendikdominance, Queaneverlasting, and Zoeticobliteration, he belongs to Foxstar’s fifth litter. He looks much like his father in coloring, though the pattern is different, though they couldn’t be farther from each other in personality. He is much more like his mother, calm, collected, and always looking to further himself. He twists the rules to suit his needs, and cares not for those he steps on, even his own relatives, though he’s smart enough to bow to the authority of those above him, so as to at least feign loyalty and keep his misdeed from being discovered.
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BRIGHTPAW / STREAK [written by username]
A robust fluffy orange tom with olive eyes. Dedicated and loyal with a hint of arrogance, much like his mother Risingshine. Larger than his sister Waterheart. Same exact build and face structure as his great-grandfather Naturesecho.
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GILDEDDIVINITY [written by username]
The Censorious. An extremely fluffy, golden and black striped classic tabby she-cat with orange gold eyes. Sister to Autocraticheir and Mythosseraphim, and son to the failed initiate Daeva, she is an extraordinarily cynical cat, believing others act only in their own self interests. After all, she does, so why shouldn’t they? She has a god-complex, believing herself to always be right, that everyone should be bowing down to her, save for those she deems worthy, such as her own siblings or the Sun God. Purebred Siberian
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MOONCLAN
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STORMWIND [written by username]
A dark, muscular gray tabby tom with fierce dark blue eyes. As a part of the Lunar Guard, Stormwind is required to be the strongest and fastest warrior he can be. His ambition and hunger to be the best warrior will be his downfall. As a young cat, Stormwind was serious and intimidating until he met Quietstep. She quelled the raging storm inside him, helping him realize what was important in life. It lasted until Quietstep gave birth to four kits: two she-cats and two toms. His anger welled up again because his strength and honor would not be wasted on two weak she-cats. In secret, he successfully killed one of his kits while the other survived. After his failed attempt, he blamed Quietstep and shunned Snowkit, focusing on Barkkit and Stagkit, hoping to turn them into the best warriors MoonClan had ever seen
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KAIDO [written by Honeystorm]
Kaido is a rough cat to get to know, always pushing others away He is known for making a "ffffff" sound similar to a snake whenever he has had enough of the current situation. He trains his body religiously, always doing his best to improve his abilities. Often overlooking other things that should bear some semblance of importance in his life. He has a lot of stamina, and his determination makes him near unstoppable when he puts his mind to something. Kaido, isn't the smartest cat. Preferring to push through things with force rather than to admit that he was wrong and take another approach. Kaido is highly competative with other Takeshi's disciples wanting to become the best. A silver tabby tom with a rather grumpy expression, semi curled ears, and pale, watery green eyes.
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APRICOTPAW / BLOSSOM [written by pao]
The fluffy knows no end with this she-cat. Luckily, it's not curled up or everywhere. No Apricotblossom has been lucky to have straight long, creamy-orange fur. Her eyes are a yellow coloring, further complimenting her sunshine coloring. Bubbly, headstrong, impulsive, and outgoing. It's how she is. A little bundle of sunshine, always on the go, and never willing to sit still. She's perfect for DayClan, a true light in the sky! And yet, here she is in MoonClan. Maybe she was born for this clan though, to brighten up their lives? Especially since a smile always seems to be on her face. But something feels wrong. Like there's something missing or amiss in general. She's pretty unlucky, but she just smiles about it and goes on. Part of that though, is because everyone is so used to her smiling it's what is expected of her, and she can't let people down! Her siblings are Peartree, Strawberrybliss, Pumpudding,. Blackberryfrost, and Briarrose. They were all found on the night of the full moon, more importantly during the Festival Moon. Many have believed the siblings to be a blessing from the Goddess due to when they were found and wonder what great things they will do. But who were their parents? Why were they left? What is expected of them?
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SPRINGCLAN
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CHERRYLEAF [written by Pao]
Cherries - sweet, red, juicy, summer fruits. Its the definition or close enough of one to describe a cherry. The only part this cat cares about though is the red coloring. Cherryleaf was named by her mother for her burning red fur, like that of a cherry in summer. The leaf came later, a symbol of the brilliance of her emerald green eyes and the fluttering personality of hers. She may be a little absent minded, lost in thought, and easily impressed, but she is nothing is not faithful and loyal. This fluffy red furred she-cat is all about supporting her kits, even if she has no clue what they're talking about. They could want to raise toads for a living or stalk all the toms in the neighboring clan or even eat beetles for their favorite dish, and she'd still support them. It's just who she is. A supporting, loving she-cat who really, truly adores her family. As clueless as she may be--and she'd sit around listening to you talk for ages about your passion, even if she knows nothing about it--Cherryleaf is nothing is not full of life! It's almost fitting that she's as clueless and dumb as she is as it allows her to see joy n everything she does. Even in simple things, like watch frogs cross the stream or plucking the fruit she's named for from their trees. She's the mate of Blueberrypatch and their kits are Strawberryleaf, Juniperberry, and Boysenberryroot.
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SUMMERCLAN
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FOXFIREBLAZE [written by username]
A thick furred dark ginger tom with pale green eyes. Son of Thunderstorm and Emberstar, and sibling to Motyxiatoxin, Dragonfishdrift, Fireflydream, Seasparkleflash, Clusterwinkcrack, and Glowwormcreep, he fled to SummerClan with his family after the sickness began in WaterClan, claiming the lives of not only his grandfather, Lightningswift, but his sister Glowwormcreep as well. He’s a curious cat, much like his mother, and can often be seen spending time with his adoptive older brother, Pinetempest, taking turns in learning what they can about the world around them. He’s extraordinarily optimistic, and can often be found with a smile on his face, attiude unfazed by even the harshest suffering.
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CLUSTERWINKCRACK [written by username]
A ginger tom with smudged chocolate stripes like his father, and mismatched green and amber eyes. Sibling to Motyxiatoxin, Dragonfishdrift, Fireflydream, Foxfireblaze, Seasparkleflash, and the late Glowwormcreep. He is the calmest of his siblings, loyal to his family, but more quietly so, often choosing to keep to himself over interacting with others, though he likes to observe and learn at a distance. He’s the one who fades into the background, but is always there for a good story, a silent supporter and protector, always there, but rarely needed. Son of Thunderstorm and Emberstar, he took Glowwormcreep’s death the hardest, feeling he’d failed her by not being able to save her from the sickness in WaterClan that his family fled from. He’s still not over it, and perhaps he never will be. Instead, he channels the internal grief into ensuring that the rest of his relatives, whether they be in SummerClan, or out, stay safe in whatever they do. To him, blood is more important than clan, and he’d always choose family over the land he stays in, even if it means betraying the clan he calls home to do so.
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GRASSLIZARD [written by GidgetGal]
The eldest and only son of Mudthistle and Crimsonlife, and brother of Redflame. Grasslizard is a perfect blend of his parents: the thick, dark chocolate-brown fur of his mother, and the white chest and paws of his father. It's his eyes that serve as his namesake; a striking green that's as dark and wild as the meadow. He's a rebel; the smooth, cool-headed bad boy who doesn't care about the rules, who loves 'em and leaves 'em, always seen with a new she-cat by his side...or at least, that's the act he puts on in front of strangers. In the reality outside of his own head, however, he's actually a super dork. While Grasslizard 'tries' to play the cool bad boy type, it's his conscious, fears of getting in actual trouble or hurting someone's feelings that prevent him from committing to the role. Most of Summerclan's apprentices have broken more rules than him. Yet it isn't delusion that drives his theatrics, but rather a deep-seated need to impress others that's been there since kithood. Despite being showered in love from his parents and the rest of Summerclan, Grasslizard feels almost compelled to show-off and play the role of the charming bachelor, as if trying to live up to the legacy of someone he's never met. The 'real' Grasslizard, the one his parents and siblings know, is a dorky, super-excitable young tom and super romantic that dreams of being swept off of his paws. If a cat can get past the façade, there's a true friend beneath, one who loves to have fun.
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CEDARCLOUD [written by Delilah]
Cedarcloud is a pale calico she-cat, her short pelt bursting with soft hues of grey, orange and white with silver/grey eyes. Cedarcloud is not much of a friendly she-cat, she mostly likes to keep to herself and be left alone which is not always what she gets. Her only comfort was the tom she had taken as her mate, his persistence to win her over had worked in the end though not long after she found out she was to have his kits her love died; she still is not certain of the full truth behind his death. Now mate-less and alone she has retreated farther into her own mind, her anger and sadness taking hold of her stronger than ever, she has only her kits now to seek comfort in knowing they will need her as much as she needs them. Cedarcloud knows her kits will be loved and they will lead lives she could only imagine and even though envy courses through her at the thought of it, she wants only for them to be happy and to live their best lives. Cedarcloud has sworn to protect her clan and her kits, she will use that as her grounding point, a way to keep her focused on life until her time comes when she will join her dead mate in the afterlife.
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MOTYXIATOXIN [written by Honeystorm]
A pure white she-cat with ebony paws, ginger markings along her tail and acrose face, and pretty hazel eyes. Cunning and manipulative, she is hardly the kind of she-cat you want to interact with, as every word is used to her gain. When her mother fled to SummerClan when the sickness came, she, naturally came with. Daughter of Thunderstorm and Emberstar. Granddaughter of Phoenixriver & Lightingswift, and Sparrowmark & Dawnspirit
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LARGELIGHT [written by GidgetGal]
A round, fluffy cream she-cat with light green eyes. Born to a kittypet and then adopted into a twoleg family at a young age, for most of her life the twolegplace was the only world Largelight, formerly known as Missy, had ever known. The echoing rumbles of monsters on the thunderpath, the sweet smell of the flowers in their gardens, and the soft and warm comfort of her cozy nest; what more could a cat possibly want? The days went by in a comfortable, familiar pattern: nothing ever seemed to change. After a while, that began to bug her. Was this life really all there was for her? Missy grew desperate for something new, something different, but could never find the courage to chase what she wanted. That is, until a chance run-in with cats from Summerclan. Hearing about the clans, a place where cats worked together and lived in harmony, it was everything she ever dreamed of. She begged them to let her join, nervous from head to tail, but unwilling to let go of the only chance she might ever get. Quiet and polite, Largelight is a peaceful cat, not particularly good at handling confrontation, or even social interaction for that matter. Living alone for so long, being suddenly thrust into a large community has left her with a few anxiety problems, as well as a difficult learning curve when it comes to hunting and fighting. In spite of her clumsiness, Largelight is a real plucky character deep down, always ready to get back up and try again, and excited to see what each new day brings her.
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FALLCLAN
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CROOKEDKIT / MIND [written by lavellan]
It is often said that there is a fine line between genius and madness, but does such a line truly exist, or is it just a matter of perspective? To an outsider's point of view, Crookedmind is the epitome of madness. From his scrawny, almost twisted body to the constant stream of nonsense flowing from his lips, and his cruel treatment of prey, surely there can be no doubt. But in this tom's head, there was never anyone more brilliant than him. His weird ideas and passions make perfect sense in his mind, and seemingly his mind alone. But being too smart is boring, isn't it? Surely everyone would just avoid him if he were to flaunt his knowledge. So oblivious is he to his madness, that no one truly knows what Crookedmind's intentions are, and no one will ever get a straight answer out of him, for nearly every single sentence this tom speaks is a blatant lie. Is it on purpose, or just a result of whatever is broken in his mind? All that anyone can say for sure is that this tom, with his distorted body, barely covered by patches of black and white fur, and his piercing yellow eyes, is surely not all there. There is a thin line between madness and genius, and if you so much as blink you might tread past it.
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BROKENLEAP [written by Speckled_Starlight]
A pale orange tabby tomcat with white splashes. Brokenleap has a white blaze that trickles down between his eyes, down his muzzle then chin before dripping down his left shoulder. He has a sliver of white down his chest, then his belly, paw tips and tail tip. He has a pair of kind, pale green eyes. But Clan names are always honest and true of the cat; and sometimes, the honest truth hurts. Brokenkit was not Brokenleap's birth name, he was once Orangekit. Brokenleap was born with a disability known to the twolegs as Carpal Hyperextension. Carpal Hyperextension is a condition in which the carpus, or wrist, in one of your limbs becomes over, or hyper, extended. When this extreme flexion occurs, the supporting ligaments in the carpus can become strained or torn, causing injury. When the ligament is weakened the joint is no longer able to maintain proper position, causing a lack of ability to support weight on the affected limb. (toke and modified the text from this site to fit the bio. I do not own.) The first time Brokenleap played with his den-mates, he tore the ligaments in his front left paw, and hasn't been able to bare weight since. His casual standing stance consists of his heel touching the ground. When Brokenleap is moving, he holds his lamb paw close to his chest and limps. Brokenleap cannot climb and barely leap. So yes, Brokenleap's leap is broken. He knows basic self defense, but you can trust during Wartime's his job is to stay back at camp and not be a liability. At least Brokenleap can hunt, it's an effort but he does enough to not gain a nest in the Elder's den. Brokenleapo is use to pitiful looks, sometimes even looks of distaste. But the tomcat tries his best to not let life get him down. His survived until adulthood in the wild with a disability, perhaps he could survive a few more seasons. A generally pleasant tomcat to be around when given the chance. However, Brokenleap has the bad habit of bottle up his emotions and exploding. Brokenleap's deepest desire is to be viewed as an equal among his Clanmates, and not a burden.
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CINDERSNAKE [written by pao]
As the son of Maplefox and Cobravenom, Cindersnake has known the family feud since birth. His mother and aunt have gone at it worse than kits arguing over a moss ball, and he and his siblings are at the center of it all. Orange and black mixed fur gave him the name of cinder, like dying embers and glowing flames. His green eyes are piercing like a snake's and just as bored looking. Cindersnake has always sat back and watched as his family fought over who's better, and well he's just over it now. Part of him wishes he was apart of a different family. The other part joins his uncle and dad as they watch the fights from the sidelines. If it wasn't for the fact that he loves his mother dearly, he'd just ignore them all. But he's always been a momma's boy. HISTORY - Born into a family feud, this tom has known nothing but the fights between his mother and aunt. Maplefox and Birchbird are sisters that have always fought over everything. The two fight about who has what better and cuter and this and that, and it's all just one big headache. The two toms, their mates, have just sat back and watched. Now there are kits in the mix and they fight about that. Poor Cindersnake, Thistlewolf, and Firenettle have been pit against their cousins Crookedwing, Robinswift, and Oakleaves since day one. And probably will their whole lives.
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SUBTLEINTRIGUE [written by lavellan]
A fluffy silver tabby tom with light green eyes. The spitting image of his deceased twin sister, Mellowkit, except for the fact that his tabby markings are slightly darker. He values knowledge above all else. He sees everything as a challenge, and enjoys mysteries but is extremely bad at solving them. He is very bad with directions as well, and will get lost even on paths that he should know by heart. In fact, it's this talent that brought him and his siblings to Fallclan in the first place, somehow ending up inside the leader's den in a crowd of other kits. It wasn't too long afterwards that a plague fell upon the clan and claimed the life of Mellowkit. From then on, Subtleintrigue was never quite as close to his remaining siblings, Tenderdelight and Wonderlust, as they used to be.
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REGALCOMET [written by ashestoashes]
A smaller brown tabby tom with a white chest and green eyes. Unlike his sister Butterflykiss he is on the slightly smaller side of things but not by too much. He is also unlike his sister in the fact he is loud, proud, and not in the least bit shy. He can be a nice tom unless it's about his sister, to which he becomes over protective and thinks no one is good enough for her. She maybe bigger than him but Butterflykiss is too kind and softhearted for her own good. She has to be protected at all costs even if it means sacrificing friendship. I mean who needs friendship when she has her other siblings and Regalcomet? Regalcomet is not afraid to fight or even hesitant to take a life if needed, after all he has to protect his big sister at all costs. Aside from his family this tom is a major flirt and likes to go from one she cat to another. How could you not when there are so many beautiful she cats to choose from? Brother of Milkybee, Tinypanda, Sleepyoasis, Butterflykiss, and Dreamwaltz.
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WAILINGSPIRIT [written by AtomHeart]
Once an openly emotional kitten, Wailingspirit eventually grew into a stoic warrior, soft-spoken and poised. No longer does she allow others to glimpse into her soul, and should she ever let her guard down, such moments are fleeting. Being the second oldest of her litter, she takes on a decisive and protective role among her siblings. She’s always been good at reading others and shares any of her findings with her brothers and sisters in the hopes of aiding their rough attempt at surviving in FallClan. Despite her own afflictions, she acts in a composed and respectable manner at all times, masking her ongoing fears and depression from even her closest companions. Only a select few know of her diagnosis, first found in her early moons but invisible to the naked eye. Wailingspirit was born with a minor case of hypoesthesia, likely a symptom from an overlying disease, in which her spinal cord has a decreased amount of activity. At first, it was a slight numbness to touch and only in a few parts of her body, but as she continues to mature, so does the loss of sensation. As her physical senses fade, her emotions grow, and it is a constant struggle to keep everything hidden. Although she knows that one day, the truth will come out once the hypoesthesia reaches a life-altering stage. Until then, she hopes to experience as much in life as she can. Wailingspirit has a predominantly white pelt with a small patch of orange and black markings on her head, and pale green eyes. Her beauty is evident and catches many eyes, but because of her guarded lifestyle, only the most determined of cats could ever hope to win her affection.
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HOWLINGMOON [written by AtomHeart]
The most average of her siblings in personality and looks, Howlingmoon can sometimes pass as any other FallClan cat. However, she doesn’t wish to separate herself from her siblings in that sense. She isn’t embarrassed by or afraid of them, knowing what they endured together and sharing a familial love. Although, she doesn’t wish to go down the same dark path as some of them. Murder, while having crossed her mind, is against her moral code and no amount of rage could force her in that direction. While she is in control of herself anyway. Suffering from insomnia, hallucinations sometimes make an appearance in her life, though not constantly or predictably. Her intellect and awareness are often clouded by exhaustion though, and she has to resort to poppy seeds and other herbs in order to get any rest at all. Fainting isn’t an uncommon occurrence either. Particularly close to Wailingspirit and Shadowpuppet, she relies on them to keep her safe when she’s at her worst. On the rare days when she’s fully alert, she is the most observant and intellectual of her siblings and behaves as maturely as her eldest sister. Though she is the youngest, her age is often confused by Shroudedhex’s appearance and behavior. Howlingmoon is a grey tabby with golden eyes and an unkempt coat.
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BUTTERFLYKISS [written by ashestoashes]
A large, fluffy brown and orange tabby she-cat with a white chest and legs and brown eyes. She is a bit bigger in size than most she cats but is also a lot more gentle. This feline is the quiet type that likes to keep to herself to the point of almost being shy, but if another feline were to talk to her she would be more than open at starting a friendship. Problem is her brother is overprotective of her so he tends to try to scare off most cats, which doesn't exactly help her social shyness. It's not so much to the fact she cannot stand up for herself it's more she lacks self confidence with her overthinking things. Aside from her brother another worry most warriors have about her is that she may not have the desire to want to fight or even kill another cat if need be. Not so much because she is a coward, but more in the fact she doesn't want to hurt anyone. Will she find a friend or mate that's brave enough to stand up to Regalcomet and help her overcome these issues? Sister of Regalcomet, Milkybee, Tinypanda, Sleepyoasis, and Dreamwaltz.
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WINTERCLAN
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SWIFTCLAN
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SHADEMIST [written by Honeystorm]
Born into a gray world, judging gazes and whispered words grating on him from the very youngest of ages. His father a traitor, his mother a feline who fell for his charms. His half-siblings treated like they had the world at their paws while he was scorned. How can one not grow to resent the world then? Especially when the one who followed his father Riverwolf ruined WaterClan, and dared to remake it again under a different name. Not nearly so composed as his eldest brother, the youngest of the litter is a troublemaker all his own. The thick furred silvery tom, with wisps of dark gray rippling through his pelt like gentle waves, his face mostly covered with that darkness as though he wore a mask. His eyes are as deep as the pain his presence seems to bring to the clan, rich like chocolate, with a thin ribbon of yellow running diagonally down his left eye, and an opposite one in blue running up the right. A burden to all who know him, he is a cat who can't seem to get his life together. Impulsive to a fault, without regard to the safety of his own clanmates, if they didn't avoid him for his father, they avoided him purely because he dives headfirst into danger, the type to be the first to start arguments and the last to let go of grudges, risking the lives of all who interact with him, whether intentional or not. He can't help it. It's his way of coping with the isolation, with the glares and the rumors that surround them. If they want a monster, well, they've gotten their wish. He'll give them something to talk about. Son of Riverwolf and Bluestream, nephew of Smokeynight.
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SLIPRABBIT [written by GidgetGal]
Once upon a time, the beautiful, gentle daughter of a clan leader fell in love with a handsome, devilish rogue. Sliprabbit is the result of that union, a daughter left with neither parent when her mother died in kitting, leaving her to be raised by her aunts and uncles. She is a lovely fluffy silver tabby she-cat with a feather-like tail and the softest of clover-green eyes. Between her and her siblings Skiprose, Scorchsoot, and Shatteredshine, she's the one with the most striking resemblance to their mother Swangrace, and she knows it. Despite this, Sliprabbit doesn't try to be anything other than herself, hoping to build a reputation outside of her mother and absent father, Deadstrike. She is kind, playful, and energetic; with Sliprabbit always trying to see the good in others, which can get her into trouble sometimes. It's incredibly easy for her to get carried away, acting more like a kit than a responsible Warrior. However Sliprabbit has a genuinely has a good heart and is completely devoted to her friends and family. From Waterclan's destruction and her subsequent move to Summerclan as an apprentice, to now a member of her uncle's newly-formed Swiftclan, Sliprabbit is dutifully loyal to both her clan and her family. Though on land she comes off as a bit of a klutz, her true beauty comes out in the water, where she swims as gracefully as any princess.
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PRIMAL INSTINCT
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ALTAYR-CHAN [written by XXsunlight]
Duality is a tricky thing, and when one is given to fits and tempers, it makes like a tad more complicated. Altayr was named after his supposed father, the Proxy Altaire, though he was really fathered by a Hunter named Hansel. He could not differ more from his namesake, who was cool and collected. While he shares Altaire's well-spoken and self-assured nature, he is far more impulsive and impatient. He's a smaller tom, and a little more spitfire than the average cat. Altayr knows what he wants and if he doesn't receive it upon request, he's prone to verbally degrading the people around him. It's caused more than one conflict in his family, among his five other siblings. This tom is beautiful and he knows it- with soft cream and cocoa fur in a Siamese coloring and captivating sapphire eyes, he uses his physical blessings to captivate the hearts of she-cats, though he doesn't quite care if he keeps them, or if he ends up with kits. Altayr has always felt his shortcomings in fighting and hunting keenly, and has a very temperamental personality, vain and hot-headed despite his charming and clever front.
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KEIR-CHAN [written by Honeystorm]
A dusty orange tomcat with olive green eyes. Charisma radiates from him, as do rumors. He is a sly cat, one who would do anything to become powerful, even to the extent of ruining others' reputations through harmful gossip and manufactured situations. And yet, the tom has an inexplicable charm, able to diffuse situations with a smile and a few words, pulling the strings until cats forget he is the cause of all their pain and suffering. Little is sacred to him, though he has a certain loyalty to Primal Instinct, perhaps due to his desire to rule it one day.
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BLAIR [written by Honeystorm]
A puppeteer, pulling on the strings as the rest of the world travels obliviously by. Ghostly white fur fading into the fog and shadows, only the faintest gray-blue markings of royalty staining his otherwise pristine pelt. Dolls dance at his will, grotesque effigies of children with sewn up wounds and dry, lifeless fur that keep the eerie tom company. Hypnotic moonstone eyes of the palest, clearest silver draw you in, ethereal, holographic shades of blue seeming to emanating from his eyes that captures your very soul. Can't you see the craftsmanship of his toys? Aren't you jealous? Would you like to join his collection? Blair wants you to be with him.. forever. And what Vera's grandson wants, he gets, at any cost. Resistance is met with tantrums and destruction, crying and whining until he gets what he wants. What is his /is his/, and any who would dare to take that away from him must die. Possessive, childish, cold-blooded, obsessiveness runs in his genes, a yandere who latches onto things and people and refuses to let them go even at a detriment to himself or others. Otherwise sweet, if highly immature, his love for his family rises to insane levels, any who would take them away from him having a special place reserved in his collection. Death has always been a part of his life, from the first life he took, belonging to a kittypet with a cute little teddy bear he quickly claimed for his own, to the dolls he collects, crudely taxidermied cats and creatures of all kinds, kits mainly, cleanly killed, flesh removed to be replaced by feathers, skin laid back over, and set up in his underground gallery. Often, when he works, haunting music can be heard from the cavern, a beautifully child-like voice that mesmerizes. Pravian by blood, and blood before all, though he hardly fits into the neat little box of perfection he is taught to display. Son of Arden and Ava, grandson of Vera E’tani.
ambassador district hunter

BATAIR [written by Jetclaw]
A charcoal bengal with metallic golden eyes, a demon to be feared in Pravian culture. Kept alive by the blood of royalty flowing through his veins from his father Arden, and his grandmother Vera. He is dramatic, cocky, and flamboyant but just as much of a killer as his kin. He has a flare for the dramatics but his methods of death dealing are subtle, favoring poisons and other quieter means. He is a trickster, and hard to trace. He’ll leave the more brutal killings to his littermates, his theatrics are preferred elsewhere
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HAMLIN [written by Cleaver]
Pale as a ghost with dark rings under his eyes — Jezi’s quirky young son is quiet when lanky like his father. His thin white coat is patchy from his constantly itching, a nervous tick, an absent gesture, and a habitual need to scrape away the grime from his pelt and pull the bugs out from his skin. When he was a young trainee he wandered alone as a rogue and contracted a terrible case of ticks, and even moons later he still obsessively checks his ears and grooms his coat for any signs of the tiny parasites. He couldn't bear to continue living alone with a group, so he returned to the League, but he has never tried very hard to fit in with the mad monsters that live there and he's always ready to run. He has few attachments and no possessions, a drifter at heart, and he has a feeling some of his fellow hunters might turn on him when they discover his distaste for unnecessary death and blood. Lyn often finds it easy to keep other cats away: they get annoyed by his scratching, but his fleeting attention, by his vehement rejections of physical contact. He isn't even close with his siblings - Magnolia, Cason, and Haisley - or parents - Jezebelle and Akatosh - anymore, and he only spends as much time with them as necessary to retain the protection of Foxbane. Deal's grandson.
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MANTARO-KUN [written by ashestoashes]
Dark tabby tom with dark gold eyes and brute of the group. BIG BOY but not chunky. Can throw down and take a hit but not the brightest bulb in the shed. Loves a good fight no matter friend or foe. Loves shiny things. Unfortunately allergic to Catnip. Loves to purposely lose a fight to a youngling but once they are trainee's its game on. Has a deep booming voice. Afraid of frogs.
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SELIM-KUN [written by ashestoashes]
Orange white tabby tom with orange eyes and the eyes/ ears of the group. Very sneaky. Tends to be the listener of the group and pays attention to rumors and other things around town. Knows more than he lets on. Unfortunately gets talked over quiet a bit. A persuasive fellow. Dislikes getting dirty but deals with it if it cannot be helped. Sarcastic and has a lot of attitude/ super sassy. Afraid of the unknown.
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ISAAC-CHAN [written by ashestoashes]
Black and white tom with light green eyes and youngest of the group. Biological brother to Arwen and youngest of the two. Small for a cat but uses it to his advantage. Very shy and very quiet. Tends to stick to himself but likes to make friends. Smarter than most think he is. Can and will pick a fight if he thinks a fight is needed. Dislikes the feel of sand between his toes. Loves to climb things but tends to get stuck. Afraid of being buried alive. Has six toes on each paw. Easy to make laugh.
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FAFNIR-CHAN [written by ashestoashes]
Fafnir-chan ~ Black tom with deep orange eyes. He is the second eldest of the litter but also the hottest temper of them all. He is a constant ticking time bomb with a detonator that could go off at any moment. Due to this he is constantly about to blow any time he is around Adalina... especially when she goes full bossy mode on him. Despite the temper he is actually a really intelligent cat who is more than happy to teach a cat a thing or two. (Got the most marks into Felix)
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BELMONT [written by ashestoashes]
Calico tom with orange green eyes and six toes on each paw. Came from a breeder who deemed him a monster when he was born due to being a male calico cat making him sterile by birth. Escaped with his friend Autumn and both made a name out on the streets. It was their reputation that caught Pandora's attention and gave them a ticket into The League.
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RIDLEY [written by ashestoashes]
Rough tabby tom with old scars and burns with green brown eyes. Actually not as old as he looks he is a young hunter who fell into the hands of fate by cruel two legs. Being a stray he would be kicked at, have things thrown at him, and constantly chased. One day he was caught unexpectedly by a group of teens that proceeded to burn him. He didn't leave empty handed and made sure they each a small memory of him, which was how he got caught and sentenced to death row. He is a fighter worthy of giving another chance.
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CROWLEY-CHAN [written by ashestoashes]
Crowley-chan ~ Pale grey tom with vibrant green eyes. Too young to quiet tell but already this youngling has quiet a bit of attitude to him and very loud. Seems on edge all the time. Brother to Willow-chan.
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CIERRA [written by Honeystorm]
A long-haired tortoiseshell she-cat with silver eyes. Distrustful and isolated, she is a hoarder who is terrified of conflict. After being rescued by an Primal Instinct cat, who died saving her from a fox, she's always felt indebted to the group, and has a strong sense of community. She works hardest to make sure everyone is fed, gives away every part of herself to make the group better. And yet, she still can't shake her fears of inadequacy, or that even these cats will betray her one day. She's been hurt, kicked when she's down so many times that though she is entirely loyal, she still can't bring herself to fully trust those she's cast her lot with. As such, she is often alone, watching others with longing but unable to bring herself to join in, and she has difficulty letting go of things, especially food. So she hunts herself to exhaustion to provide for the group, only to turn around and squirrel away a few extra pieces for herself, just in case.
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KALI-CHAN [written by Honeystorm]
A silver she-cat with white paws and amber eyes. For the most part, she is a well mannered cat, respectful and entirely obedient, reliable and wise. Yet, not all her accomplishments are her own. Jobs are delegated to others, and she is not above cheating to get her way, though she is loyal to a fault, and when push comes to shove, she can get the job done. She is a polite cat with a way of twisting words to make others do her bidding, and often sets out beyond the borders to manipulate others to her bidding, developing a network of those who owe her should she, or those she cares about, ever need something in the future. Despite her skills in manipulation and trickery, however, she is a cat who falls, and falls hard for cats. She has ideals of romance and kits one day, and throws herself head first into every new relationship. In a stroke of irony, this leaves her open to be manipulated by those who she can't seem to find fault in, hopelessly in love and hoping for the fairytale ending she's always wanted.
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WINNIE [written by Honeystorm]
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. Sister of Ava.
punishment district huntress

ADALINDA-CHAN [written by ashestoashes]
White she cat with green eyes. She is the oldest sibling of the litter and also the biggest cat of the four. Believing to be royalty she constantly bosses around her younger siblings into doing this for her as if they were her subjects to control. Adalinda generally views most cats as beneath her with the exception of friends...who are almost of same status as her. Almost. Anyone that picks on her siblings has to deal with her fiery wrath. (A good portion of Felix's scratches came from her.)
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RYOKO-CHAN [written by ashestoashes]
Grey and white she cat with blue eyes. She is the polar opposite of her sister Adalinda in more than one. The youngest. The smallest. She doesn't like to stick out and tends to keep to herself, however the one thing she has that her sister doesn't is an icy disposition. Her sister is like a fire that grows bright and hot with words that are warm and soothing. She on the other hand glitters with a cold touch that's as icy as her words. She is a rather calculating individual who can actually manipulate cats better than any of the siblings. (Got Felix's tail pretty good.)
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SYPHA [written by ashestoashes]
Long furred calico she cat with green yellow eyes. Made to be merely a breeding cat Autumn refused to follow suit. Instead when she learned what her role was going to be she attacked with everything she had to escape fate. She almost failed had it not been Belmont who gave the last blow that distracted the breeder long enough for them to escape. Together they made an excellent team and due to their reputation they were able to join The League.
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CIRI-KUN [written by ashestoashes]
Fluffy ashen white she cat with yellow eyes. She is a rather tall cat only made to look bigger due to her fur but is surprisingly quick. Was only caught foolishly sleeping out in the open due to lack of proper training. Definitely needs training but is quick on her paws as well as quick with her tongue. Something about Ciri struck a cord with Pandora so was given a chance to join.
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RIZA-CHAN [written by ashestoashes]
Fluffy tabby she cat with pale yellow eyes. Too young to tell but seems that they are curious about everything around them. Also seems to have a tendency to lie over the smallest things and causing drama.
youngling

EMELINE-CHAN [written by achromatic]
Every monster begins with a heart of hope as soft as silk, a desire to what was right by them that rages like a fire, and the bitter, dry taste of pandora's box, the twisting dark truths, the voices that had spoken in their ears for so long, words they never found the strength to acknowledge, the ones that ask: are you afraid of the question, or are you afraid of the answer? Emeline holds all three things in her hands. She has a heart, as soft as the silken fur of her mother's belly before she was ripped away, set aside to be some experiment for a mad scientist's desire. Often selfless to a fault, she always has a smile on her face and a soft look in her green eyes lest she worried the others, a heart that forgave any wrongdoing against her because she knew deep inside that others truly were good. She has the raging fire, like the flame-point coat she has, that burning need to protect those she has put under her charge, pushing her to be almost too reckless, throwing herself head-first into situations before thinking. She understood the bitter, dry taste of the truth; after all, she was raised in a laboratory, only escaping when Cora, the youngest kit of the ragtag family of theirs was killed by a woman with hard lines on his face. Having to fend for themselves since a kit, she knows exactly what it takes to survive; her eyes turn into the cold eyes of a killer when her family is threatened. So what is the question, and what is the answer? Emeline has always known the answer, what shall she fear? It isn't the monster she fears in the darkness, for they once had hearts like her own, the softness in their lines and a fire in their hearts. No, she does not fear the monsters ahead of her, rather, she fears the thing that's created them that way instead, for something must've stolen the warmth from their chest and the silk from their soul to turn them into this, and if it can happen to others, will it be so easy to happen to her?
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TAURUS [written by username]
An orange tabby tom with piercing green eyes. Though Taurus is quiet much like his sister Aries, he has no trouble standing up for himself and others. Much like a bull himself, Taurus crashes his way into any situation head and heart first. While he may not wear his heart of his sleeve Taurus has no fear of speaking his mind. When something seems off, Taurus is there to get to the bottom of it. Fiercely loyal, he devotes his life to protecting his family and group. Leadership comes naturally to Taurus. The elder of his siblings, he found himself both protecting and guiding them after their mother abandoned them in the Regime. While he tries his best to think things through he regularly acts before he thinks. He takes his training and role as a mercenary very seriously, to the point where it almost can consume him at times. Taurus has an especially close bond to Aquarius, his youngest sister, and tries to spend as much time with her as he can.
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ALASTOR [written by Honeystorm]
Tormentor. Executioner. Avenger. A large black cat with fearsome green eyes. It is unwise to trifle with the tom, as he is all his namesake and more. An intimidating figure to say the least, he blends in with the shadows of the tunnels, though his sharp eyes stand out against his ebony pelt. It is rare that the tom ever smiles, often looking upon his groupmates with little interest, though he is neither arrogant, nor does he act as though others around him are below him. They merely have little meaning to him, other than being the cats whom he is sworn to protect. They're duty, nothing more. He has a stronger relationship with his family, particularly fond of his father Slite, but then again, perhaps that's just because he's all but denounced his relation to the former Commander, Brighton, who happens to be his mother. He pretends she doesn't exist when possible, and does what he can to distance himself from the she-cat at all times. But perhaps cats don't see that as unusual, given his aloof and solitary nature. Naturally, given his stature and reverence of his father, Alastor became a Mercenary. He is a terror in battle, vicious and unforgiving, nearly tearing his opponents to pieces, remorseless and ruthless. However, his claws are not only saved for the heat of battle with cats outside the Regime. Under his pretense of near being emotionless, he actively searching out those who've done wrong, particularly to their family members, and wreaks vengeance upon the wrongdoers, whether in the Regime or out in the world beyond the tunnels. And it doesn't necessarily stop at the wrongdoer. Should the wrongdoer escape punishment, their offspring become the target, paying the price for the err of previous generations. Alastor is a phantom of the night, his claws always sharpened should he find someone whose done wrong. But what'll happen when he finds out his Slite's past? Son of Slite & Brighton. Nephew to Noceur, cousin to Sapphira, Snowella, Valeray, Loelia, and any other kits of Xuxa. Distantly related to the Eerie fam. Cousin of Evelyn.
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BAVOL [written by Honeystorm]
Flighty and insensitive, he is the eldest of the siblings, and seems to take that to mean his family is the best. He is a rather compulsive liar, which is perhaps why no one quite believes the claims of pure blood and 'original' ranking in the Regime. He is, however, the most charming and witty, with the most carefree and causal attitude of the litter, intelligent and logical and quite the manipulator. A siamese tom with watery blue-green eyes.
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ARCENE [written by Honeystorm]
A light fawn classic tabby tom with blue eyes. A strange one, with a fascination for torture and broken things. As such, they're almost always an integral part of carrying out any plan, but also the most likely to turn their back on the family as a whole. Eccentric and strange, with quite a few quirks, and a tendency to take in every small kit or apprentice he can as a group of misfit children.
mercenary

DEIMOS [written by Jetclaw]
A bully through and through. With the loss of his mother, Deimos didn't turn to looking for a mentor or cat to fill the role. Instead he went to offload his pain on others. This black and white tom is chaotic and loves manipulating cats into conflict. He was thrilled when he was able to spook his brother Caleb into fleeing from the league for greener pastures and intended to hunt him down and drag him back to the league in hopes of endearing himself to Elyon who has now become a proxy. Unfortunately, that backfired as the regime wasn't too happy about letting an interloper escape with their secrets. Deimos likes living so though he growls and hisses at everyone he takes great pleasure in offloading his misery at being stuck down under, for now. But he keeps it just under wraps enough, because eventually they'll take their eyes off him and Caleb, and he can drag his brother back for the just reward he's owed
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MIZU [written by Faith]
Mizu is a Russian blue tabby with blue eyes whose father was Superior Raiser Talon and mother Superior Scout Hanna. When she was just a moon away from becoming a cadet she fell terribly ill from a plague. Her uncle, Haku, a spy, transported her to two-leg place to be nursed back to health as their chaman could not cure her. She became a kittypet named Sushi for quite sometime before returning back to Renegade Regime with open arms. Her bloodline is a highly respected one, she was looked after and raised by Spies Haku and Eclipse who even in the Blind Protectors care are watching out for her. Mizu is a very old guider, but does her job well.
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LISBET [written by Honeystorm]
Behind knowledgeable green eyes and a cute black and white frame with childishly puffy cheeks lies a cat both perfect and imperfect. She is the cat in the know, with every bit of gossip, every answer you could ever want. She is usually blunt, more often then not, honest, and she is the perfect soldier, much like her great aunt Shule, a cat who would never deny an order given to her. At the same time, she is a cat who despises conflict after becoming the de facto mediator of her siblings, trying in vain to settle the disputes they create. Easily irritated by others and their ineptitude, she keeps to herself most often, internally picking out each and every one of their mistakes and judging them for it, though she'd never tell you that to your face. At the same time, however, she does the same to herself, expecting perfection in each and every little thing, often leading to impulsive apologies for things not necessarily her fault. This has also made her an incredibly sensitive cat, one who can't stand for her flaws to be picked apart by the imperfect creatures around her, and, contrary to her usual disposition, she may even start to spread some rumors about those who really go after her shortcomings, the half-truths being lost among her usual honest comments. Humble on her face, but anything but beneath the surface, she is a cat who could stand to be taken down a peg, to realize that everyone is human, with strengths and faults, and that is bad to only focus on the negative. Daughter of Fjord and Venus. Granddaughter of Slawn & Jasmine. Related to Shule & the Eerie fam.
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BIFROST [written by Honeystorm]
Adopted daughter of Trevet. Daughter of Adnet. She is Trevet's pride and joy. She cares for both her parents, but often goes running to her adopted father over Adnet, finding his protectiveness suffocating. Though gentle, she is as stubborn as they come, and would rather die than admit she could be wrong about something. She has long fur that bears a black and orange undercoat with white tips, making her appear frosted over, and opalescent eyes.
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LAELA ESCALE [written by GidgetGal]
The most adorable little thing you ever did see. Small and soft, her long, pure snow-white fur drapes around her like a fluffy cloud. Her fern-green eyes sparkle like emeralds, always warm and playful. The daughter of Venus, sister to Commander Mars, and Fjord, a former Commander himself, she comes from a long line of powerful cats dedicated to the Regime heart and soul. Unfortunately, Laela is bedridden most of the time, having inherited her Grandmother Jasmine’s autoimmune disease rather than a leader's legacy. But while most cats might react to being so weak with frustration or self-pity, Laela has learned from her mother the good that comes from moderation, from temperance. Rather than constantly indulging herself, she takes joy in the little things in life. The smile of a tyke. The contagious and heartfelt joy of laughter. A natural Raiser just like her mother, the highlight of her day comes when she's strong enough to visit Post Kilo and entertain the tykes with various jokes and songs she's learned. Many of her groupmates consider her very childlike in that regard, but what reason does she have to hurry in growing up? She constantly encourages her friends and cheers them on through their hardships, always trying to help them in any way that she can. But more than anything, she reminds them and the rest of their family to find hope in the smallest of things in life, and that every new morning is worth living.
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