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Pressure sits heavy on his shoulders, the ghost of stagnation pushing him to move forward. Almost as if heavy clouds are blocking his sun and if he just moves forward fast enough he can move past them and find a truly sunny day. There is a greed in him to do, to see, to be. A desire to be the cause of great things, to have his name remembered, to hear it whispered in reverence. It is not a delusion of grandeur, nor is it a foolish arrogance. It is a simple determination to succeed, and ambition that burns bright in him. 'If you stand for nothing what will you fall for'. Hamilton will not sit while there is something happening, no, he will speak, he will maneuver himself close to the action, no matter the risk to himself he might face. The spoken word is his weapon, manage to add flourish to simple sentences and draw the ear, pull the heart, change the mind. Long and lanky the silver tabby seems suited for fleeing rather than standing his ground though he soundly smashes such an assumption. There is no foe to large for him. Hamilton is the sort of tom to out fox the fox itself, to welcome such a challenge and at no point dwell on the danger he is facing. Though he then faces the problem of talking to much, there are times when it is better to hold ones tongue and Hamilton can't distinguish those times. Will run off at the mouth and not realize he has talked himself off an edge until he hits the ground.
Long nights spent staring up towards the stars, mind wandering over thoughts of what significance one really has in life. At times shallow and a little self-absorbed Shallowgraves is a tom full of regrets and feeling like he is constantly making mistakes, taking missteps. But he keeps these self-doubts locked away, afraid to give them life by speaking of them allowed. Instead the stubborn tom pushes past them and forges forward. Has convinced himself if he can just make it bigger, be better, than all these self doubts and problems will go away.
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Who did he used to be? Where was the young tom he used to be? Because they sure weren't the same person now. Things spiraled out of control some seasons ago and Arcady had never seemed able to get them back under his grasp ever since. Things change in life, things break, others leave, and death waves from behind you. Arcady thought he'd have found more serenity by now though, would have something more stable to fall back on. Instead he's a nightmare wrapped in gray fur and hidden behind a single flat golden eye. Having lost the other in a fight for his life that ended up also being a fight for his new future. It whittles away at him, the monsters in the dark that taunt him for his choices. The voices that whisper that a traitor, a coward, a failure is all he'll ever be. He snarls at nothing and runs to nowhere. Battles between believing he's made the right choice, that he deserves this new life, and thinking he should simply disappear into the dark one night. Never able to quite decide which option is even the better choice with how messed up he is in his own head.
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In a seemingly perpetual state of fright with large round eyes that at first glance seem to take up all the space on her face. Green like fresh summer grass bathed in the golden glow of a high bright sun. Ear tufts long enough to double the length of her ears themselves, the soft fur curled back and drawing even more attention to her features. Thick furred auburn coat bisected by tabby stripes of a darker shade. Phobia is a she-cat that makes a scene wherever she arrives. As bold as her appearance and brighter than her own eyes. Fierce in her goals and seemingly undaunted by any obstacle or hurtle she may encounter. Going up against Phobia seems always a futile task, doomed to fail by her stubborn and blunt headed nature.
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He'll tell you his faults, his regrets, his worries, he's an open book. Or is he? Who was Grendel before he came to the clans, did he have a family he left behind, friends, even enemies? It was another time he'll say, he'll evade the question, he'll turn the conversation to charm his partner and things are forgotten. Grendel is a beauty of a tom, a picture of serenity, eye drawing by simply gliding by with his graceful walk and soft steps. Charming, well spoken, and patient he is the sort of tom that others seek out to share their worries. The sort of time others praise in conversation. But did someone suffer for this? Is there a journey that led him to be who he is now? Or is he not even who he portrays himself to be? You'll have to find out.
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There is a time, when one is young, where everything seems like it'll work out. Where everything has a brighter future and optimism comes easy. Goldenage has been living in this time ever since she became a warrior. Easily looking at the brighter future she envisions and having the patience to get there. There is no stopping her easy moods and calm acceptance of lifes woes. something something something
What started as an affection nickname grew to become her warrior name, the she-cat petitioning the leader to let her change her name after her mothers death. Wanting to keep the positive memories she had with one of the most important cats in her life. She has vowed to continue on her mothers affectionate and soft nature while still trying not to sacrifice her own self. Still as talkative and bold as ever. Speaking when she wants to and going where she pleases. Nurturing those who need her two but baring her teeth towards those who are a thread to her.
There are those that might claim her line is cursed. That her father's past doomed her from the start. Her conception is shrouded in mystery, even those that knew her mother had been unable to shed light to her young questions. Questions she has long since left in the past. After all her mothers parting words 'Cicero would be delighted to know how thoroughly he ruined me' spoke well enough on their own. This is not to say that Eternalera did not seek out answers. Did not seek out the tom she had only know by name until she became an apprentice. Because the moment she added paw to her name the tom himself came to visit her and her sisters Eloquentthought and Electivememory. He told them to come find them when the time was right. That was all. That was all he gave them, evading their questions and running them in circles. Making a point to highlight how different their skill levels were. Leaving Eternalera feeling inadequate and bitter. Throughout her apprenticeship she focused on one thing and one thing only ; improving herself. She permitted herself only one freedom and that was that of a regular dalliance. This dalliance led to one of her first mistakes in life, for she fell pregnant. Giving birth to the kits only days after becoming a warrior. Panicked at the thought of being a mother so young, of being tied down in such a way Eternalera left the kits with another queen and left Springclan. She made her second mistake in a short time and chose to seek out Cicero himself. To finally get her answers on what happened to her mother, to who Cicero really was. She convinced her sisters to join her but in the end only Eternalera found Cicero. Who's silver tongue convinced her to spend time traveling with him and his band of 'friends'. He spoke often with her and Eternalera quickly began to see how her mother could have fallen for the tom, just as she quickly could see why her mother would say he ruined her. After all Cicero tried to ruin her too. But Eternalera is her fathers daughter and while he spoke his honeyed words she poisoned the very ground he walked upon. It was a hollow victory in the end of-course, Cicero in the end praising her rather than being angry at her actions. Leaving a sour taste in Eternalera's mouth when she finally parted ways with him, wondering who truly won in the end. She returned to Springclan, a different cat, having seen things she wished she never had, having walked through hell and played chess with the devil himself.
An instigator through and through Firestarter is the sort of tom that pokes and prods at a open sore until it becomes infection. The sort of tom that even though he knows is making the other upset keeps going until they are crying. He derives no pleasure from doing so either, simply does so because he can. At the crux of the issue Firestarter does a lot of things simply because he can and no one stops him. He is easily deterred with a simple no, or even a look. But if others let him walk over them, let him push, he'll keep going and going because he never knows when to stop.
She grew up desperate to fit it, aching to have some home among friends to call her own, compatriots to adventure with. She twisted herself, turned herself inside out to try and force herself among friend groups. It hurt, oh how it hurt her, but it was all she wanted. All she could focus on, all she could strive towards in her youth. A desire that she carried with her, something she used to smother out her own inner pain and forget that fact that she was not okay. As an apprentice she held back her distaste for the violence and hurt and push through, lies through her teeth to her mentor, to her 'friends', became something she wasn't. When a tom started showing interest in her she didn't think about their young age, she didn't think about it being a possible mistake, she only thought of how the tom was popular among others and showing promise to the older cats. She accepted his advances and refused to acknowledge that at times he seemed to be using her. She let him in when she should have run. Gave him everything she had to loose and then when he stole it all and gave it away to someone new she was left with nothing. Nothing except new lives growing in her and the shame that seemed to follow her everywhere she went. In the end she couldn't deal with it any longer, couldn't suffer under the judgement and the harsh looks, the whispered words. Fled from her clan and fended for herself the last moons of her pregnancy. She avoided all contact with other cats, focused on trying to sort herself out. Figure out what she really wanted, figure out who she really was among all the lies she formed herself with.
Silky fur and seafoam green eyes she's a beautiful she-cat, but there are those that are dissuaded by her curved ears. Such apparent and pronounced curls that is is obvious that the warrior has kitty-pet bloodline in her recent family lines. But she refuses to be ashamed of her origins, ashamed of a mother that came to Earthclan to give her daughter a better life. Proud and witty she is cutting in her words when angered and much like a snake that lays hidden coiled in the grass before striking viciously to attack all that tread to close. This is not to say the she-cat is unpleasant. In truth she is polite and rather laid-back, but easily riled and with a slight chip on her shoulder.
Cruelty created by solitude, fostered in the dark of ones own loneliness. The world is a broken place, those within toys for others with more power, more influence, more control. But if one is doomed to a life of being anothers plaything then maybe they should prove to be one of the more difficult ones to handle. Maybe they should take their victories where they can get them, small or large, obvious or not. Ignorance festers and feeds mediocrity while knowledge encourages revolution and revolt. Middle ground left undiscovered and unsettled. Two sides face each other in war but there is always an inbetween. Hansel walks this line, ready to play hero or villiain. Dashing rescuer or crooked thief his moral compass spins in whichever direction leads to the most entertaining outcome. This wavering stance leaves him bereft of a dock, left to weather storms on his own with only his sisters a lighthouse to help mark his way. Always evolving and changing Hansel is a pandoras box of a tom.
Suffering under responsibility. Gretel has always been forced to be a steady rock, a voice of reason, a fun killer as some might call her. Not quite a pessimiset but definitely a realist. A warrior queen in her own right and just as fierce as the most unhinged barbarians. But one with an iron control on her own desires and wants; knowing how to neglect herself to keep things on path. In the darkest times of her youth it was her making the sacrafices to keep her twin brother in line and alive. It was her planning moons in advance, keeping track of what they had, watching the tides to know where to steer their ship. She is a lighthouse in the dark waters of uncertainty.
mother of : Hystericplauge, Manicmadness, Wickednomad
The constant struggle of good and evil, the battle between two sides bathed in black and white. Delirium does not believe in such simple outlooks. One does not know sacrifice, does not know suffering until they loose everything and have to start again. They can wage their wars and fight their petty battles but they do not truly know the ruin these bring in their wake. Was it sin to leave new life behind, was it playing god for her to choose one to save? She can't know for sure, nor does she let herself dwell on the past actions she has undertaken in her life. Readily leaving it behind for her new start in a new place. For thinking of those in her litter she left for their death will only hurry along her own. Delirium made the choice to take Hystericplauge with her and leave the others and if asked if she regrets it her answer will be no. While at times she wonders if the others would have been as sickly as her tom kit, she knows despite his persistent cough Hystericplauge was the strongest of her litter. Her choices are her own and she does not fear laying in the graves she's dug, they will not bury her until she is ready. Beautiful and breathtaking her origins lead one to think of a pampered life among two-legs. They are surprised to learn she grew up bathing her pelt in red, was raised among the league where cruelty and a thirst for blood was encouraged. One could not survive without a lack of empathy and viciousness that does not seem apparent in Delirium. It paints them as fools when the pure white, long haired she-cat clamps unforgiving jaws on their throat. When her golden eyes flash dangerous and her wicked tongue flays their skin from their bones. A sleeping dragon, beautiful but dangerous when guarding what she considers her own.
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Heartbreak. It taints happy memories, rots them away until they are no longer remembered in the light they used to be. Zaire knows he didn't hate the loner group he was raised among, but thinking back he can only feel pain when thinking of those times. Can only remember soft smiles and private laughter, things he'll never get to share with his old love ever again. Life taken to soon and stealing away some of Zaire as well. Oh he still smiles, he still laughs, but not with the same vibrancy as before. Old bright colors washed away by loss and misplacement. Taking his younger sisters and leaving was supposed to help bring a new start. Joining the Regime was to give his younger sisters Zahiria and Zania the best chance they could have. Hopefully to help them discover the love Zaire had and lost. For it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.
Unwavering, unsettling, unloving. Voicelesstendency may be mute but he injects enough raw emotion into his actions and looks that sometimes it does not matter he has no voice to put into words what he wants or is feeling. And when he does need words to speak he has his twin brother Didacticdivide who knows all he is and all he wants to be. Because his lack of voice the tom is hard to judge, no one can truly know if he is mean, friendly, or simply uncaring. The impression he gives though is of a tom who can not see past his twin brother, the only one he truly feels he can communicate with.
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The 'white tiger', she terrorized those who were considered a threat, killed off outsiders before they could know they were intruding, and painted her fur red for the sake of those she considered family. When she finally left her sister Chenin and they both went on their own way she carried her title with a fierce pride. Taking glee in being known within their region as a she-cat to avoid. This pride is carried within her dry wit and snarky responses. She spent her first moons alone without her sister enjoying the freedom, spending long day lounging, a big cat content in it's place above the rest. Until her sister was killed by this inattention, while Savagnin was languishing her sister and her mater were killed by a rouge who was to greedy to stop wanting more. Savagnin hunted him down, but sadly got no opportunity to make him suffer as she wished too; knowing she had to help her sisters kits. They were old enough to hunt, but not hard enough to survive the territory their mother had raised them in due to an influx of rouges. So Savagnin proposed they joined the clans, took them one by one and helped them find new homes. Until finally she was alone again, but without her sister to keep her firmly attached to one place. And she wandered, she explored the territory her nieces and nephews now called home and grew intrigued by the League. A place that held predators, leopards to her tiger. It didn't take her to much deliberation to decide to join their numbers, never having shied away from getting a little blood on her paws.
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