( The story for these kits is that their mother arrived on the Isle about a moon or so before giving birth, shortly before the League found the land, and took up residence in a cave below the badlands. After giving birth, their mother severely abused these kits, calling them monsters and telling them stories of demons and other dark creatures of the night to scare them. One day, their mother killed their only brother, and the kits began praying that any of the evil beings their mother talked about would come and kill her for what she'd done. The next morning, by some miracle or horrible accident, Senescence found the little family's hideout and murdered the kits' mother. After considering the fates of the kits, who are thrilled that their call had been answered, the Proxy eventually takes them back to join the League. These sisters are incredibly close, loyal to each other first and foremost. They are rumored to have powers by some to explain the 'strange' happenings around them, and these kits, whether they believe themselves to have powers or not, do nothing to dissuade their leaguemates from this line of thinking. )
CIRCE-CHAN roleplayed by JADIE
Enchanting and sly, she is a cat with many toms surrounding her, most of whom seem to disappear without any warning, only for an animal of some sort to show up in their place. Rumor has it she turns her enemies, and any cat who offends her, into the animals that she appears to have tamed. She carries around a small stick, which cats presume is the source of her supposed 'powers'.
HEKATE-CHAN roleplayed by OPEN
Quieter than Circe, but no less shrouded in rumor and secrecy. She wears a yew wreath around her neck, and cats who act out against her seem to fall prey to bad luck or illness, leading cats to believe she allows demons into the nests of those who hurt her family. Other cats claim to have seen her relative's naysayers return from the dead as servants, but no cat seems to be able to prove it.
MEDEA-CHAN roleplayed by OPEN
Intelligent and calm, she is a cat less inclined to harmful acts, and more to helping. Those she cares about seem to be able easily overcome any trial set before them, though other assume it's simply her intellect that gets her by. However, in the rare case she is pushed to her limits, she can be incredibly vengeful, up to and including killing cats such as her own mate or kits if it'll hurt those who've incurred her wrath.
AGAMEDE-CHAN roleplayed by Honeystorm
The least known sister of the litter, but the most eccentric and mysterious. Cats are attracted to her like moths to a flame, though most never seem to be able to remember from day to day, forgetting her existence entirely once she's out of sight. And that's exactly how she wants it.
ELYMAS / DECEASED
The only tom in the litter, a pure black tom with deep green eyes. His mother killed him during a beating when he used his own body to shield those of his sisters. After the rescue of the rest of the litter by Senescence, they took his body and buried it on the shore, feeling as though he'd have liked the sand and water.
WARNING: GORE
Their prayers had been answered.
It came in the early morning, light filtering in through the little hole at the top of the large cave on another perfect, sunny day. Elymas' body laid in the center of their hideout, limp and bloody, his body cold and with skin the pale color of death. Atol stood over her four remaining kits, claws poised to strike already frail bodies, hope dying in the gaze of the grief stricken before, suddenly, their mother's thick furred, silver and black body was wrenched back, colliding with the wall behind her, dust raining down as the skyward opening crumbled ever so slightly, the hole widening.
Atol laid there for a long moment, limp, and, they hoped, dead, but their hope was in vain as she slowly rose back to her paws, a trickle of blood running down her forehead. And yet, their gaze was drawn away from their mother, to the monster who attacked her. She was tall, with a pelt of rust and shadow, tendrils of darkness seeming to extend from her ebony laced frame, the world frozen by her presence.
Senescence body was loose, almost broken in appearance, like a toy that had been cast unused into the dust. Her head hung low shrouded in shadow save for two mismatched eyes of haint blue and blind violet, her expression blank and disturbingly calm as she focused on the mother who'd been about to attack her kits. Copper flashed in her gaze as she moved, on Atol in an instant, claws gripping into aching limbs like sharp, painful needles, the muscular feline suplexing the notably slimmer queen, the green eye'd mother's body crashing on the ground with a sickening crack. Atol's spine broke, the lower half of her body instantly numb and limp.
Unfortunately for her, she was afforded no mercy.
To say she was ripped limb from limb was a gross understatement. When the Proxy descended on her again, Atol's screams rose into the air, the kind of bloodcurdling cries that made even the most terrifying of cats fear what kind of creature they might have to face, should they follow the voice.
Then, all at once, the screaming stopped. And, when at last the heavily scarred feline stepped back, there was nothing left. Blood and body matter covered an entire corner of the cavern, bones littering the ground, some bloody and free of flesh, others clinging to the muscle and sinew that they'd been fully connected to only shortly before. Senescence herself was entirely covered in crimson, bits of Atol's corpse sticking to the demonic feline's frame.
The sun was overhead now, and yet, an eerie silence settled over the area, the land itself holding it's breath in the wake of the soulless slaughter that had just taken place.
Agamede blinked once, and the entire world seemed to have shifted around her. One moment, her mother was heartbeats away from taking another of their lives, and now, just like that, she was gone. Maybe she was fundamentally broken, or the annihilation had shattered her already fragile psyche, but when she looked at the carnage... she felt nothing. Well, that wasn't quite true. The she-kit was relieved. She recognized that her prayers to whatever horrors of the night could hear had been answered, that she'd quite possibly just sold her soul in exchange for this demon's help. For she couldn't think of Senescence as anything other than a demon in a cat's body, looking at the older feline's frame, and what she'd been able to accomplish, all the while, Elymas' body was untouched, none of his murderer's blood tainting the kitten's frame.
