<b>RASA</b><br>
<span>RPED BY AMONGTHEFALLEN</span><br>
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The tom grew up in a life of solace. He's small and slender. He hardly looks grown, but what he lacks in size he makes up for in personality. He is ill-tempered and sharp-tongued. His small size grants him speed and mobility, but he faces large amounts of criticism. He gets his name from the phrase tabula rasa meaning blank slate. This is in part due to his starch white pelt that is littered with a grey triangle on his muzzle and a tiny circle on his chin. He has a right ear that is folded that is also grey with only one more patch of grey on his right shoulder. The rest of him remains solid white. His eyes are such an unsaturated shade of blue that they appear grey. The other reason he was gifted the name Rasa is because his mother always told him that this life was what he chose it to be. He could pave his own way and life was nothing but a blank slate for him. When she passed, he changed his name in her memory. She was the only other in his life that he felt any affection for. The rest of his life has been hard, and with those hardships, his heart has grown cold and unwelcoming to others. He isn't the kit that his mother would have remembered.

<b>DHYLANT-CHAN</b><br>
<span>RPED BY ENDERWOXXU</span><br>
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Dhylant is a skinny hairless cream tom with green eyes, he's shy and nerveous cat who no-one knew where he came from, everyone thinked he wouldn't made it to no point but he could made it, not from his strength or strategy, his only strong point he has is the hunting and running, it's the only way to survive for him is run and don't look back and he knows it's not the way that his clan make the things but is where he born there and he'll try to stay.
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<b>FREYA</b><br>

<span>RPED BY DOT</span><br>

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Bloodlines forgotten and lost to time. The blood of clans that have fallen and faded away like dust on the breeze. The frosted blue gaze shifting from the darkness of the sea to the light of a glacier. In the center fading in a pale copper ring near her pupil. A pale pink heart shaped nose is one of her defining features on her feminine pointed face. Her face, body, limbs and long tail are decorated in shaggy fur giving her the appearance of a battle worn soldier. Her fur is ice dipped in fiery swirls. Faded ginger marking on her face and limbs looking like war paint. Her frame is slender, tall standing upon long legs like the Savannah blood of the Crowclan Leaders that hum through her heritage. She is the last remaining descendant of Metra E’tani the founder of Primal Instinct. A fact that isn’t well known and one that she keeps mainly to herself. Along with her grandmother Metra, the blood of many great Nemesis roar through her veins. Many of her relatives have held high ranking officials within the League holding Shaman, Mage, Warden,Deacon, Proxy, and Assassin Positions. She was born in the League to a single mother. Her father had died before she was born. Her time in the League was short lived, because she was forced to grow up as a rogue most of her young adult life. Being a rogue taught her many lessons. How to become a nameless face that could disappear in the night. It also taught her how to be a survivor. How to play the game of life to ensure her survival. Something she has been running from since her birthday. The death of her siblings, parents and many family members weigh on her shoulders. She is the fiery shadow that walks the empty alleyways. Demanding respect from rogues that’s question her and the ones that she took in as small kittens. Giving them a life and a way to survive. She is an actor and her life is the stage. She takes pride in her performance and will put on as many masks to manipulate others to ensure her survival. She is selfish and doesn’t seem to care about others unless it is for her own personal gain. The only ones that seem to steal her heart are her precious hounds. Young kittens she snatched out of their beds and away from their mothers. Ones hand chosen by her and hand raised by her in an abandoned junkyard. She is the master of these many hounds. Convincing them to go her bidding and in turn she gives them an equal reward. A home, food, a life worth living then their horrid backstories.

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<b>VANE VANDALERIUS</b><br>
<span>RPED BY SHADOW</span><br>
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A tall, chisel-featured cream tom with an intricate assortment of black design along his pelt reminiscent of armor and vibrant green eyes. Has smokey black socks up his legs and a smoked out face that gives the impression of looking down a long dark corridor with only a set of eyes peering back. He is quite kind and amiable, all things considered, but Primal Instinct is home for a reason. Only those truly capable survive within the League and not without secrets of their own.
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hunter :3

EREBUS-CHAN
ROLEPLAYED BY CREATIVEFYRE 
Named in likeness of the primordial Greek deity Erebus. Erebus; or Erebos, means deep darkness, shadow. A place of darkness between earth and Hades. And darkness is what Erebus is, and who he is. A delicately structured feline-- multipurpose. Lanky limbs sit upon normal-sized, spade-shaped paws. Slender shoulders and haunches pack away lean muscles. This feline was made to be silent-- to disappear and to go unnoticed. Erebus is the perfect blend between a hunter and a fighter-- he can do either efficiently and skillfully when he uses his body type the right way. Erebus never fights in head-to-head, close quartered, combat as he does not have the built for it. He instead either does a 'hit-and-run' technique similar to that used upon a badger. Or, Erebus does an ambush where he strikes once with the goal to either kill or disable his opponent in one simple but very effective attack. One may call his fighting tactics cowardly, but they work. Why waste energy playing cat and dog when one could take out their opponent before they even realize their life was in parallel? A thick neck and well portioned skull provide a lethal angle in order to end a fight. On Erebus skull a pair of large ears that aid Erebus in his night habits. A soft blanket of shadow-black fur draped over Erebus's slender frame and turns him into a cat of the night. With a pelt as black as night, and paws a silent as feather, Erebus easily slips into the darkness and goes unnoticed until it is too late. In fact, Erebus has developed his entire routine around the night-- he tries his best to only hunt and fight at night. If he is order to otherwise, he will comply, but Erebus's skill level plummets the lighter out it is. To match his mysterious pelt, a large black nose sit front and center upon his maw. Eloquently long whiskers often come off as clear when in fact they are white. To add a splash of colour on this one-noted feline, a pair of hooded eye sockets host a stunning pair of eyes. Like a pool of melted pennies is contained in Erebus's irises. Though it is extremely hard to notice at first glance, his eyes hold a darker copper colour near the pupils. Over all, Erebus's gaze is just as he is-- quiet and mysterious. This tom is not one to allow anyone to see his true emotions if he can help it. Erebus has had a fairly standard childhood growing up in Primal Instinct. Raised by his mother, Rimatara and whoever gave him a swat over the head for misbehaving like any young Suckling does. Erebus has an aunt named Raivavae and a grandfather named Raivo. He has cousins from his aunt's litter named Alcyone, Elpis, Hecate, Kotys, Alexiaris and Clio. Erebus's own siblings are vast and many. His brother include Alastor, Zelus and Nereus. Erebus's sisters are known as Ceto, Eris and Selena. When it comes to his family as a whole, Erebus is rather distant and indifferent. He is not fond of most of his family usually because they are a little to loud or the exact opposite of him. As for those of his family he does like, Erebus does show some affection, but more than that, Erebus is loyal to them. One thing that Erebus did miss while growing up was a father figure, which subconsciously, has changed him. Behind his silent confidences hides the dark abyss of depression. Nonetheless, Erebus's story is still unfolding, and it is unclear where he will end up in the future. This feline's life is as mysterious as the one who's along for the ride.

Hunter

Hunting: 3/10
Fighting: 3/10

Strategy: 6/10

Did I do it right?