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ASHBURN ♀ DAYCLAN
A tortoiseshell she-cat with yellow eyes. Her nose is black. Her pelt is shadowy and flecked with burning pin-points of amber, like charcoal mixing with embers. The sound of her voice is a firecracker that startles others and she is often caught casting a glare. If you judged this book by her cover, you'd probably be right, because she doesn't hold anything back from you. She will say it all in your face, loud and proud. Below average height, you'd think a cat like this would have a little humility. She's practically harmless, with her stubby little legs, after all. That's where you're wrong; she could still incredibly kick your ass, buddy. She doesn't take no lip about her height. Try your luck and end up dead! She will burn her bridges over any suspected jokes and find somebody to replace you at the flick of her tail. She takes things seriously; she'll make her way with or without you.
RUSSETBRAIR ♀ SUNCLAN
A dark brown color with a reddish-orange tinge. Her eyes are green.
MARSHMEADOW ♀ SPRINGCLAN
She believes in StarClan perhaps a bit too much.
WHITERABBIT ♂ SPRINGCLAN
Always so much to do, so much to keep track of, so much; maybe too much? Golden eyes are constantly flickering; watching, categorizing, counting. Driven by a manic need to know, to understand, to be a step ahead. To timid to speak against those that mock him for his manic and frantic manner it builds as a resentment towards his peers until it is unleashed in an aggressive outburst. Words cutting enough to flay skin escaping him, seeking to punish those that just don't understand. Spilling secrets and observations like poison into others veins. The harried tom seems to settle into his calmest mindsets when with Marchhare, despite the others equally difficult personality. While he becomes most agitated when around Cheshirecat or Madhatter who seem to always be out to prove their superiority over him. BORN JANUARY 30th, 2019
FLYLEAF ♀ SUMMERCLAN
WOLFSONG ♀ FALLCLAN
WHITEWIDOW ♀ WINTERCLAN
RAVENCLAW ♂ BROOKCLAN
SEABREEZE ♀ WATERCLAN
She is a fluffy white she-cat with a small muzzle and Persian green eyes. Her ears are round but still triangular and the furs around her chest and collar puff outwards. She takes on big dreams aiming to entertain the masses with theater. With just the right amount of enthusiasm and imagination, she believes she can accomplish those dreams. She wants a group to accompany her seeing as she will not be able to do it alone and will spend years putting together plays with them in hopes of being recognized by clans both east and west of the mountains for their skill and personality. The stress of managing festivities and events will make her in to a patient, reliable, and hardworking actor, and her ability to persuade, lie, and become someone else entirely will become as easy as breathing for her. However, the pressure that comes with wanting to be the best in her profession will make her repress many of her feelings. This is cause enough for her naturally peppy self to switch swiftly into a serious whip cracker. Seabreeze is not afraid to speak her mind or put her foot down on any subject, though she tries to rule out as much confrontation as possible. This is not always possible with how stubborn she can be. She will overload herself because she is someone who believes she can accomplish anything with enough effort, and these responsibilities will take their toll. Even so, she is loved because of how naturally altruistic she is, and those who will come to truly know her will understand that even if she is reluctant to change her mind, and even though she has the tenancy to overreact, she will always harbor a heart of gold and good intentions alongside it.
BEARTOOTH ♂ EARTHCLAN
A brown tomcat with burnt umber eyes. hard to find after he leaves camp. He spends his time watching the humans trample through their territory, silently glaring at them when they sleep and analyzing their strange objects closely. Most kits are terrified of him at first because of his intimidating posture and stoic eyes, but quickly learn to respect and admire him as they grow into apprentices. He is an aged tomcat, with a few grey hairs beginning to invade on his maw and sunken eyes that say they've almost seen it all. He is as wise as he is crotchety, but harbors something endearing within his worry.
VIENNA ♀ PRIMAL INSTINCT HUNTRESS
I will write more later.
LARGO ♀ RENEGADE REGIME SPIRIT
Commander Largo was a mixed Turkish Angora she-cat with the kind of blue eyes that demanded order and discipline. She was kin to parents that were one step below Commander Nero's generation, daughter to a grey Angora father named Lajos and a cream Angora mother named Lakely. The time of her birth held post-war peril for Renegade Regime, where they fought off war dogs who's owners had been shot down. There was a pack of them left to survive without human supervision even after the bombings had ceased, allowing them to run wild through the streets and forest. It was a time when you could not go to the surface without fear of getting ripped apart, or without a squad of five seasoned mercenaries. Even then you were lucky to come back with all of you alive. Two-leg place was in complete chaos during this era, when stray dogs were easily their last concern. Hungry German Shepard mutts haunted the land. Largo was only just promoted to Mercenary when she suggested sneaking yew berries into bluejays. When ingested, they weakened these dogs enough for their soldiers to put up a fight and win. Each operation was tricky and costed a heap of soldiers like Lajos and Lakely their lives, but earned Largo her title as Mercenary Superior after she and her comrades successfully killed 8 of them. Commander Shade started to recruit outsiders in seek of help. Though they were making ground in the War Against Mutts, they were losing far too many soldiers. As cautionary as it seemed, it was still in this decision that he signed his death wish. The Regime was betrayed by a loner named Allegra, who sought to overthrow the Regime and take their land by taking Commander Shade's life and running the soldiers out of their tunnels. By The Blind Protector's grace, Largo was able to out-wit Allegra and the street cats in order to save Renegade Regime once and for all. It was shown to her the in the mist of the forest as she led what was left of her army aimlessly, wisps forming the image of a dog chasing a cat in front of her, dissolving and reforming into the image of a cat chasing a dog. It initiated Largo's plan of attack into what became known as All Or Nothing, the operation in which they led three mutts straight to their feline enemies by using themselves as bait. Largo volunteered as bait for the strays, in which she turned herself to them and demanded a one-on-one fight with Allegra, to stall and bring them out of the tunnels. She had kits during these peaceful times with a tom named Taurin, who was also a Turkish Angora mix. Largo was bent on preserving Regime blood because she believed it had stronger spiritual ties with The Blind Protector more than any other. How else was she to explain the wisps that came before her in the forest? How else was she able to conquer such feats and survive through such terrors? She claims that the Turkish Angora bloodline had been passed on from Tarak himself, as her parents and those ancestors before them were all said to look very similar. Whether or not this is true cannot be checked, but superstitions are never ignored by these felines who seemed to have only survived by mercy of the gods. She had a healthy litter of eight. Her daughters were named Lakota(valiance.), Lake(Oceanix), Lux(Honeystorm), and Lorayne(iFaith1). Her sons were named Limavady(valiance.), Leviathan(valiance.), Lynn(Mjoy3000), and Lasha(biyuu). She named them all with L names because it was simply Largo's family tradition. Laurel x Lasha went on to have Leif, Lavinia, Loring, Lachlan, and Lorelei. Most felines in the Regime with an L name are part of her bloodline, if not directly by Largo, then by her father's. Some cats honor Largo by naming their kin with an L, however, even if they are not related by blood. It was not extremely taboo for males to have more than one mate and in fact was encouraged since their numbers had dwindled so much from the War Against Mutts. Largo rose to power on February 3rd, 2012, and lost her last life on October 31st, 2014. She lost her lives in many different ways. She never made the same mistake twice. The first was taken by Allegra in the battle of All Or Nothing. Had her soldiers not rescued her, had they made a mistake in their plans, or had they not gotten Largo to Moonglow Hollow in time, six lives would never have been given to Largo that night. The second was taken from the blackcough she suffered from for two moons, as previously surviving out in a freezing and unfamiliar territory was not something the soldiers were used to. The third was from a fire that once broke out in the tunnels, having inhaled too much smoke and been badly burnt. This changed her once wholesome roars into rasps for the rest of her life. The fourth was from saving the life of a cadet, pushing him out of the way from a falling tree. She lived from then on with a permanent gimp. The fifth was from the strain of giving birth to her eight kits. The sixth was from drowning. The seventh life remains a mystery. Commander Largo was found dead on the outskirts of the territory, just before the streets of two-leg place. Nobody knows how she lost her last life or why she was there. It was unclear what caused her death because they had found her rotting. It was nearly impossible to tell if she had been murdered or if she had died from a natural cause like heart failure. She was gone for a moon before her soldiers eventually came across her body, and by then any wounds or poisons were untraceable if there even were any. Born January 13th, 2010
LAKOTA ♀ RENEGADE REGIME MERCENARY
Her hair is coarse and only goes a short way, and her tolerance does exist, but it behaves exactly the same. Born October 23rd 2014
LIMAVADY ♂ RENEGADE REGIME
He is a Turkish Angora tomcat with minty green eyes that seem to look past you. Black tabby stripes mark his brown medley pelt, like a bear that has clawed deep into a walnut tree. He looks like black coffee that you just poured creamer into but haven't stirred thoroughly yet. The top of him starts as hickory, then melts into tawny, and hints of terra-cotta mingle along his face and other random places in his fur. His face is diamond shaped and seems to always remain serious and calculating. Flecks of black dot along his white muzzle a bit like freckles, where the whiskers spring forth from. His tail is almost longer than himself, and is darker than the rest of him, like a dark chocolate. The adrenaline within the chase and thrill of the hunt are what drives him to be so great at what he does: kill for a living. It is his passion for setting targets and feeding his loved ones that has led him to become one of the best Scout Superiors the Regiment has seen yet. He would die for the ones he loves. However, his super-skepticism about trusting others is leading him further and further away from home. This feline does not like to be told what to do and often argues with himself about where his loyalties lie. Within him lies a dark nihilism which leads him to wonder if caring for others is even worth the risk. Though you couldn't tell it from his stoic expression, he is prone to extreme suicidal tendencies. Limavady wants to feel at peace but can never seem to allow himself to be. He is always roiling with dark, devious thoughts that often compel him to do the worst thing imaginable. Moderation, restraint, and casual are not part of his emotional vocabulary, but is often times so blank-faced that it is hard to tell what he is thinking or feeling. He lashes out at times where one would think it unnecessary, but to him, chaos is the only place he revels within. He needs the drama to feel alive, and will often pick fights that he is not likely to win. Limavady is kin to former Commander Largo, who died mysteriously when he was a cadet, leaving him and his siblings motherless at a young age. His sisters are Lakota, Lake, Lux, and Lorayne. His brothers are Leviathan, Lynn, and Lasha. Born October 23rd 2014.
LEVIATHAN ♂ RENEGADE REGIME
He is a black & grey Turkish Angora with golden dragon-scaled eyes. They are forever intensified and smoldering for how they contrast with his mane of grey. Body building is this tom's life. He is known as one of the largest tanks in Post Alpha. Brutish and intimidating to stand next to, one would think he'd have a really great cause for training so hard for the regiment. It is, unfortunately, not so. Simply being ripped and able to crush two pebbles between his paw is good enough for him. He is a slow swinger and egotistical to a fault. There is also little hope in finding any sort of embarrassment in him, just because he thinks he's the absolute best. He laughs it off, he thinks he calls the shots, and he thinks he's being charming when he boasts. He doesn't need to fight you to win, and his apathetic eye roll will only infuriate you more. He's very fixed on being macho, and one thing he thinks is macho is collecting the bones of dead animals. No, he didn't catch any of them himself, for the record. But whatever. Having them is the badass part. He has a cavern full of them near Post Alpha underground, and the mouth to it is marked by two crow skulls. He considers it his own museum. Please do NOT touch anything, for the sake of your legs. Leviathan is kin to former Commander Largo, who died mysteriously when he was a cadet, leaving him and his siblings motherless at a young age. His sisters are Lakota, Lake, Lux, and Lorayne. His brothers are Limavady, Lynn, and Lasha. Born October 23rd 2014.
SEPTIMUS ♂ RENEGADE REGIME
With a black pelt from his mother Diana, and heterochromic eyes of blue and yellow from his great-grandfather Leo, he makes for cute tomcat even if he'd much rather prefer to be called handsome. His daring ambition was never diverted from its steady course by the allurements of pleasure, the apprehension of danger, or the feelings of society. MOTHER: Diana(FadedEcho). FATHER: Hurricane(Cleaver:D). SIBLINGS: Primus(GidgetJoy), Quartus(fawn), and Decimus(FadedEcho). Born October 1st 2018.
SIREN ♀ RENEGADE REGIME
This ghostly white tabby is pinned with dull leaden-blue colored eyes. The bone structure in her face gives her bold supra-orbital ridges arching over each narrowed oval eye. It gives others the impression that she is angry or brooding. She's got a thing for adrenaline rushes. Just, sociable, refined, accommodating, kind, fair, diplomatic, likable, indecisive, respectful, artistic. Libra natives are generally thought to be sociable, somewhat intellectual souls. They have an almost innocent way about them that makes them very approachable. Generally quite eager to cooperate, Librans spend a lot of their time trying not to rock the boat. In theory, Libras are peace-loving. In practice, they can quietly stir up all sorts of trouble with their ways. Because Libra enjoys balance in their lives, they seek the middle ground. In the process, they may end up trying to be everything to everyone. This is where their reputation for untruthfulness comes from. Generally, their untruths spring from a true desire for peace and fairness–although they may not be comfortable with direct and malicious trickery, they feel totally justified when they lie in order to avoid making waves. Peace at any price! In this sense, they seem harmless. But, what can result is quite a ruckus! People involved with Libras may crib about their lack of directness and their apparent inability to take a stand. Librans are experts at avoiding being the one to blame. When confronted, they’ll (calmly and reasonably) say, “What, me? No, I just want peace.” Risen is Siren's mother, and did well to pass down to Siren the lullabies their musical ancestors created before she passed. Siren is very shy about sharing them and anyone caught eavesdropping is quickly given a tough lesson. Often times, she will hum these melodies to herself when she is alone and doesn't intend for anyone else to hear. Drake(Lazarus) was Siren's former mate and she is still mourning his untimely death. Their first and only litter were born on July 12th, 2018; Rosalind(Nom_De_Plume), Anwin(FadedEcho), the twins Zuri(inquire to adopt) & Ambrose(valiance), barely had any time to bond with their father before Drake passed away Leaf-bare 2018 due to blackcough. Born September 23rd, 2017.
TUNDRA ♀ RENEGADE REGIME
A fluffy all-white she-cat with azure eyes and tall Turkish Angora pointed ears. As a tyke, she is quickly progressing as a natural leader with tolerance and altruism coupled in one paw and charisma with sensitivity in the other. Mistakes are bound to be made, seeing as her morals are being built at this age. She will repeatedly make the mistake of being too selfless and this theme will follow her into warriorhood, causing her to question her ability to make the right decisions. Will she find confidence? We'll see.
LEO ♂ RENEGADE REGIME VETERAN
A black tomcat with one green eye and one blue eye. One old man who don't give a damn.
RASHA ♂ ABSUM LUX
