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My birthday is July 8, 1997 I have brown eyes and brown/red hair I have 7 piercings [ Ears x2, industrial, tongue, belly button, septum ] I currently have 4 tattoos and 4 other tattoos planned for the future I have 2 cats, 9 dogs, 1 bearded dragon, 1 ball python, and 1 leopard gecko I love my girlfriend I am a huge fan of italian and mexican food Anime is basically my life I am really shy but if I have to be the boss I will I love cute things Photography is a huge hobby of mine I first joined at Littlekit101 I am currently studying to be a veterinarian I work at a vet clinic as a clinic assistant
Nightclan Leader [ Storystar ] Nightclan Deputy [ Storywhisperer ] Nightclan Co-Deptuy [ Storywhisperer ] Earthclan Leader [ x2 ] [ Foxstar, Suicidestar ] Earthclan Deputy [ x2 ] [ Foxcatcher, Suicidesurvivor ] Earthclan Co-deputy [ Suicidesurvivor ] Winterclan Leader [ Corpsestar ] Creekclan Deputy [ Littlesky ] + Sunclan Medicine Cat Apprentice [ Dreampaw ] Sunclan Medicine Cat [ Dreamweaver ] Waterclan Medicine Cat Apprentice [ Timepaw ] Waterclan Medicine Cat [ Timekeeper ] Moonclan Medicine Cat [ Suicidesurvivor ] + Communications Manager Entertainment Manager Helper Moderator + Creator of the support threads Made Nightclan the most active clan Helped create what Winterclan is today Created the medicine cat herb list
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Eyes glazed over with unforgiving betrayal, bodies cold and unwelcoming, corpses who souls no longer reside within their beings. These traumatizing forms were where Corpserose was found. Her blue eyes were brimming with tears, her innocence was shattered with the death of her family. Her family was the result of the evil that lays in this world, killed in cold blood by an outside clan, their murder froze Corpserose's heart. Now she sees any outside clan as a threat, her eyes regardless with a glacier like glare of hatred while the word "mercy" is a foreign concept to her on the tongues of outside cats. Her only kindness is given to her own clan mates, cats who have protected her and treated her right but even then her cruel humor can show through. Her markings are those of a normal Siamesecat while her body was not. Corpserose was born as a midget cat, her body although long has to balance on short stubby legs but she doesn't let this stop her from being fierce and ready to fight. She hates associating without side clans and finds gatherings to be troublesome and where leaders can easily steal secrets from others. Her furs are long and thick, usually fluffed up against the cold, and since she is so small she has become quite efficient when it comes to creating tunnels in the snow so random snow tunnels usually seen around the territories most likely belong to her. She is protective, maybe too overly protective, of her clan and even if a kit of another clan were to accidentally trip over the border she will take them as prisoner and accuse them of being a spy or a thief. Her past still haunts her, usually walking through her dreams, the unblinking eyes of her family's corpses surrounded her, their cries echoing in her ears, causing screams to well up in her throat, because of this she does not sleep often and does a lot of her work at night, using the day to just lay in small patches of sun that are spotted here and there. To her weakness is an enemy, her heart blazes with the desire to make Winterclan strong again, her only hope to bring it to its former glory, to make it the most feared clan of the mountains as they should be.
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Ferretsong — lovers. 110% gay for her. — roleplayed by @frisk— [x]
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CLAN: Sunclan — RANK: warrior GENDER: female — AGE: 1 yr MATE/CRUSH: none SEXUALITY: all over the place PLOTS? open
An apple a day keeps the nightmares away....no...that's not right, what was it again? A doctor a day keeps the apples away...No that's not it either. Bruisedapple doesn't have the best memory in the world, being a little absent minded she is likely to quickly find herself lost when it comes to any situation. Kind and doe eyed this she-cat lives on a bed of clouds, rarely coming down to face reality. Her long furs are a swirl or ambers and browns, giving her, her name sake "Bruisedapple". Her eyes are large pools are honey, looking much to large for her face most of the time. Bruisedapple has a unique sense of humor and is found to be the one that always laughs the hardest at her own joke. Yet while living on cloud-nine and full of laughter this she-cat can also found to be...wise at the most unusual at times. Not one for killing or fighting she mostly does odd jobs around the clan, helping elders, the medicine cat, apprentices, and even helping kits escape once or twice. Her help though isn't always the most helpful as she usually forgets her task in the middle of carrying them out and will usually end up wandering off, leaving the task to be uncompleted.
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CLAN: Moonclan — RANK: warrior GENDER: female — AGE: 4 yrs MATE/CRUSH: none SEXUALITY: probably gay, we'll see PLOTS? open
There are survivors of wars, of sickness, and even of lost love, but what about suicide? Who is selfish enough to kill themselves to rid them of their own demons that dance around in their heads? To leave behind a mess for others to clean up because they could not face one more day? Suicidesurvivor is. Some could call her a lost soul, a strong soul, a dark soul, but honestly, she doesn't even know what to call herself. While others have scars inflicted by other cats she has scars inflicted by herself, moments where she broke and tore at her legs with her claws, eager to see the blood welling up from her veins, eager to feel physical pain rather than emotional pain, because with physical pain she could concentrate on something else, she could forget the voices that haunted her, forget the memories of the past that pained her, or what was happening in the present that made her want to scream. We all face dark times, in inevitable, but sometimes those dark times stay with us. For days, months, years, a lifetime. Some are strong enough to handle it on their own, some have others to lean on to help them through, while others still don't know what to do. Some break because of these dark times, some become stronger, and sometimes even both happen to a person, like Suicidesurvivor. Her past is not a joyfully happy one, she did have a few shining moments but even those were clouded by the dark things that was going on within her life. The first time she purposefully bled she was about apprentice age, outcasted by others because of her unsmiling face she ran through the forest, tears blurring her vision when suddenly she stumbled and fell on a large log. The leftover branches cut into her skin, her blood splashed across the forest floor but as she pushed herself to her fluffy black paws, she noticed something. The emotional pain was gone, replaced by physical pain.Her heart didn't hurt anymore, she was free of such a burden, and so it began. She would come into camp with new scars and blood matting her fur, always giving excuses, rough training, climbing trees, kits getting too excited, but of course, they were all lies. This continued on for moons, then seasons, until suddenly the cutting became deeper, more desperate, but the emotional pain and dark memories always seemed to be there, right at the edge, crowding and tearing at the thin shield she had created. Those who were concerned with her always harmed condition never spoke out, turned another cheek and continued on with their own lives and problems. If those had spoken to her maybe they could have saved her the first time she tried to go to Starclan, but of course that wasn't a guarantee, and even if they had and she still did what she did she wouldn't have been able to face, wouldn't have been able to face the guilt and pain in their eyes, because what she was doing to herself, what she did to herself wasn't their fault, it never was, and them not being able, or not trying, to stop her didn't make them guilty at all of her actions. The first time she tried the horrible deed was the night of the full moon, she was still an apprentice, held back because she could not complete the test that was given to them all so they could achieve a warrior title. The camp and territory were almost eerily empty, it was peaceful, yet disturbing, and on this fateful night her demons were once more throwing themselves against the door, crying and wailing to be let in, to flood her and overcome her, and finally the door broke and the did just that. She stared at the icy cold water, beautiful and deadly, if she just laid at the bottom she could be at peace once more, right? She wadded in, those horrible voices egging her on and with a soft sight of what seemed to be relief she sunk to the bottom, first her lungs screamed for air, her mind became a blur, and she welcomes this, her life force slowly began to fade, peace settling within her soul when suddenly she was thrown from the water. She fought back, screaming at the unseen force to let her die as she threw up what seemed to be a river of water, and as she was screaming and struggling one simple phrase penetrated her cloudy mind "don't let them win". She forced her gray eyes open, it hurt to do so but she did it anyway. The she-cat that stood above her was beautiful and angry. "Why would you do this?" she roared "Why would you take away your beautiful life? What would you let such demons win?" she demanded, the stars in her fur seemed to glow brighter with her anger. "What beautiful life?" Suicidesurvivor sobbed broken heatedly "My life is filled with nothing but pain and painful memories." she hiccuped."Your life is what you make it." The Starclan she-cat shot back "Do not let your memories win, do not let the pain overtake you because if you do then you will really lose yourself. You are strong, I have seen your strength all the way from the stars and I will tell you this, one day you will live with greatness but not if you let such things overcome you now. You want the pain to go away? Fight back, the pain does not go away because you've kept it up for so long, cry about it, let it out, do not downsize your emotions, because they are important as you are." with that the she-cat disappeared and Suicidesurvivor was left alone, to realize the she-cat was right. She stood, shook the water from her fur, and cried. She cried about every little thing that ever brought her pain, she screamed at the things that tore her apart, and afterwards, her eyes were red but she felt....better. From that day on Suicidesurvivor made close friends, talked and cried about her problems and pains, and whenever she felt the overwhelming need to self-harm she went to the river where she tried to end it all and stared into the clear waters until the smiling face of that Starclan she-cat smiled back at her, and once more gave her the strength to continue.
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CLAN: PI — RANK: hunter GENDER: male — AGE: 1 yrs MATE/CRUSH: none SEXUALITY: sister complex tbh PLOTS? open
Her ragged breath could be heard like thunder in the deep silence of the moonless forest. Her paws were raw and ache from running, pads leaving bloody footprints along the harsh flooring. Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, her ragged breaths turning into full-on desperate gasps for air. She thought she could do this, she thought she could be what her family and her cult wanted her to be. The ultimate sacrifice. The sacred one that was to bring salvation into this world, but to be such a person came with a terrible price. She had heard whispers from the other young cult members of the true darkness that lied in the heart of the cult. The stealing of loners and clan cats to sacrifice to the "one true dark one". That the cult actually believed that the only way for the world to be born in light was to be first destroyed by the dark. Their sacrifices and cat genocides were all in the name of giving "the one true dark one" more power so he may swallow this world whole and bring on the rapture. When she had first been told she would be a sacrifice to bring salvation into this world they had to lead her to believe the salvation would good, filled with joy and light, but they had lied. Tears burned in her eyes as she recalled her parent's talking about what her sacrifice would mean for her and the world. The salvation was no joy or goodness, it was dark terribly dark. She was supposed to be stabbed to death by her fellow cult members on the rose moon, from her death 5 would be born with specialties that would bring death and pain in this world. Ultimately ending it. The sound of their cries and thundering footsteps could be heard coming closer, they had found out she was fleeing. Screams of help were ripped from her throat as she felt her legs start to become dead weight. She had been running for so long. Her screams stopped abruptly as she tripped over a branch, her head smashing into the ground - stars bursting behind her eyes. Their yelling turned into chanting - haunting, hollow chanting. Her body wretched as her heart squeezed as if someone had their fist wrapped tightly around it. Her back arched in pain as those she had called family and friends pounced on top of her, their long claws skewering her body over and over again. Her dying gurgles echoed through the night, the haunted chanting continuing softly in the background. It was sunrise by the time the cult members finally stopped violently stabbing her body. Suddenly they all went quiet and bowed their heads, second ticked by what seemed like hours until suddenly the she-cat's flayed open stomach because to move, rippling across the skin flaps. 5 kits rolled out, covered in blood, each with a special ability or specialty. The cries of victory were ripped out of the cult member's throats and flung into the night, before suddenly being cut off by gurgling cries and the 5 kits had their first meal. As the only male of the 5 born Spineeater is rippling with large muscle under his black and white marble furs and graced with cunning golden eyes that lure in his prey for an easy meal. Spineeater is the most bloodthirsty of the 5, even going to far as to torture then eat his victims. He loves using his meals as experiments to learn about intern medicine. Cutting them open while still alive and moving around their insides before feasting on their flesh. Another favorite is to feed them poison foods and watch how each cat dies to perfect his food poisoning techniques. His strong muscle allows him to be a tank in battle, hitting hard and being unstoppable, but he's best known for his cunning assassin attacks, taking the target out in the blink of an eye without even a witness in sight. He's closes to his sister Parasite as they both share an uncanny intelligence and both have interests in poisons, he believes her to be the perfect female and that no other female can face up to her. He does not take other men near her very kindly and many usually end up hideously deformed soon after interacting with her.
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CLAN: PI — RANK: hunter GENDER: female — AGE: 1 yrs MATE/CRUSH: none SEXUALITY: into cute little gay girls, kind of a bully power top. likes to make cute girls cry PLOTS? open
Her ragged breath could be heard like thunder in the deep silence of the moonless forest. Her paws were raw and ache from running, pads leaving bloody footprints along the harsh flooring. Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, her ragged breaths turning into full-on desperate gasps for air. She thought she could do this, she thought she could be what her family and her cult wanted her to be. The ultimate sacrifice. The sacred one that was to bring salvation into this world, but to be such a person came with a terrible price. She had heard whispers from the other young cult members of the true darkness that lied in the heart of the cult. The stealing of loners and clan cats to sacrifice to the "one true dark one". That the cult actually believed that the only way for the world to be born in light was to be first destroyed by the dark. Their sacrifices and cat genocides were all in the name of giving "the one true dark one" more power so he may swallow this world whole and bring on the rapture. When she had first been told she would be a sacrifice to bring salvation into this world they had to lead her to believe the salvation would good, filled with joy and light, but they had lied. Tears burned in her eyes as she recalled her parent's talking about what her sacrifice would mean for her and the world. The salvation was no joy or goodness, it was dark terribly dark. She was supposed to be stabbed to death by her fellow cult members on the rose moon, from her death 5 would be born with specialties that would bring death and pain in this world. Ultimately ending it. The sound of their cries and thundering footsteps could be heard coming closer, they had found out she was fleeing. Screams of help were ripped from her throat as she felt her legs start to become dead weight. She had been running for so long. Her screams stopped abruptly as she tripped over a branch, her head smashing into the ground - stars bursting behind her eyes. Their yelling turned into chanting - haunting, hollow chanting. Her body wretched as her heart squeezed as if someone had their fist wrapped tightly around it. Her back arched in pain as those she had called family and friends pounced on top of her, their long claws skewering her body over and over again. Her dying gurgles echoed through the night, the haunted chanting continuing softly in the background. It was sunrise by the time the cult members finally stopped violently stabbing her body. Suddenly they all went quiet and bowed their heads, second ticked by what seemed like hours until suddenly the she-cat's flayed open stomach because to move, rippling across the skin flaps. 5 kits rolled out, covered in blood, each with a special ability or specialty. The cries of victory were ripped out of the cult member's throats and flung into the night, before suddenly being cut off by gurgling cries and the 5 kits had their first meal. Long black furs flow off of her lean body, helping her blend into even the darkest of shadows, deep blue eyes speckled with white stare at you in fascination. You don't know she's there, but she knows everything about you. With an uncanny ability to see things that no one else can see, it is hard to sneak up on Celestial. She has the eyesight of a hawk, seeing for miles and into even the deepest of nights. Her hearing also is almost superhuman, picking up the smallest of sounds like ladybugs walking on leaves. She is the perfect solder, impossible to sneak up on with deadly flexibility and thick crescent moon claws. Celestial is the most levelheaded and quiet of her siblings. Mainly just following spy or assassin orders and only killing when needed or told to. She takes any and all jobs, no matter who is being killed. She is impossible to spot when stalking and tracking her prey and if anyone were to know she was there they would quickly be silenced.
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CLAN: PI — RANK: hunter GENDER: female — AGE: 1 yrs MATE/CRUSH: none SEXUALITY: brother complex tbh PLOTS? open
Her ragged breath could be heard like thunder in the deep silence of the moonless forest. Her paws were raw and ache from running, pads leaving bloody footprints along the harsh flooring. Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, her ragged breaths turning into full-on desperate gasps for air. She thought she could do this, she thought she could be what her family and her cult wanted her to be. The ultimate sacrifice. The sacred one that was to bring salvation into this world, but to be such a person came with a terrible price. She had heard whispers from the other young cult members of the true darkness that lied in the heart of the cult. The stealing of loners and clan cats to sacrifice to the "one true dark one". That the cult actually believed that the only way for the world to be born in light was to be first destroyed by the dark. Their sacrifices and cat genocides were all in the name of giving "the one true dark one" more power so he may swallow this world whole and bring on the rapture. When she had first been told she would be a sacrifice to bring salvation into this world they had to lead her to believe the salvation would good, filled with joy and light, but they had lied. Tears burned in her eyes as she recalled her parent's talking about what her sacrifice would mean for her and the world. The salvation was no joy or goodness, it was dark terribly dark. She was supposed to be stabbed to death by her fellow cult members on the rose moon, from her death 5 would be born with specialties that would bring death and pain in this world. Ultimately ending it. The sound of their cries and thundering footsteps could be heard coming closer, they had found out she was fleeing. Screams of help were ripped from her throat as she felt her legs start to become dead weight. She had been running for so long. Her screams stopped abruptly as she tripped over a branch, her head smashing into the ground - stars bursting behind her eyes. Their yelling turned into chanting - haunting, hollow chanting. Her body wretched as her heart squeezed as if someone had their fist wrapped tightly around it. Her back arched in pain as those she had called family and friends pounced on top of her, their long claws skewering her body over and over again. Her dying gurgles echoed through the night, the haunted chanting continuing softly in the background. It was sunrise by the time the cult members finally stopped violently stabbing her body. Suddenly they all went quiet and bowed their heads, second ticked by what seemed like hours until suddenly the she-cat's flayed open stomach because to move, rippling across the skin flaps. 5 kits rolled out, covered in blood, each with a special ability or specialty. The cries of victory were ripped out of the cult member's throats and flung into the night, before suddenly being cut off by gurgling cries and the 5 kits had their first meal. "How many mates has she had?,"They whisper quietly back and forth. "5, I think," Another whisper back. "And they all died?!" they squeak softly as a pair of deep amber eyes swing their way, silencing the gossip, or so some would call it. The thing is gossip usually wasn't true, but this was. The black female was an unspeakable beauty with a crimson hourglass gracefully placed on her back - a warning for men to stay away. But they never did, they always fell for her spell and then...well....they were goners. It wasn't fun anymore when they were hers, but it was fun to watch them realize the person they were in love with was going to kill them slowly just for the fun of it. That nothing that she had said to them had ever been true, that everything was a lie. Love was a lie, and that's how they would die. With that final thought echoing through their heads. It wasn't her fault they were so weak they couldn't handle a couple of parasites crawling around in their skin and brain and eyes. She just needed a little help with her studies and they always went and died on her because of weak things like having their brains devoured or they eyeballs turned into egg pouches for the parasites. So weak, but that was okay. There was always more men, which meant more test subjects. None of the men could ever live up to her brother's image anyway. Spineeater was the perfect man, and parasite adored him. He was everything she wished for and more and she was his precious sister, nothing could ever separate them, and if someone ever tried they would meet the same fate as her lovers.
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CLAN: PI — RANK: hunter GENDER: female — AGE: 1 yrs MATE/CRUSH: none SEXUALITY: anyone who lets her baby them PLOTS? open
Her ragged breath could be heard like thunder in the deep silence of the moonless forest. Her paws were raw and ache from running, pads leaving bloody footprints along the harsh flooring. Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, her ragged breaths turning into full-on desperate gasps for air. She thought she could do this, she thought she could be what her family and her cult wanted her to be. The ultimate sacrifice. The sacred one that was to bring salvation into this world, but to be such a person came with a terrible price. She had heard whispers from the other young cult members of the true darkness that lied in the heart of the cult. The stealing of loners and clan cats to sacrifice to the "one true dark one". That the cult actually believed that the only way for the world to be born in light was to be first destroyed by the dark. Their sacrifices and cat genocides were all in the name of giving "the one true dark one" more power so he may swallow this world whole and bring on the rapture. When she had first been told she would be a sacrifice to bring salvation into this world they had to lead her to believe the salvation would good, filled with joy and light, but they had lied. Tears burned in her eyes as she recalled her parent's talking about what her sacrifice would mean for her and the world. The salvation was no joy or goodness, it was dark terribly dark. She was supposed to be stabbed to death by her fellow cult members on the rose moon, from her death 5 would be born with specialties that would bring death and pain in this world. Ultimately ending it. The sound of their cries and thundering footsteps could be heard coming closer, they had found out she was fleeing. Screams of help were ripped from her throat as she felt her legs start to become dead weight. She had been running for so long. Her screams stopped abruptly as she tripped over a branch, her head smashing into the ground - stars bursting behind her eyes. Their yelling turned into chanting - haunting, hollow chanting. Her body wretched as her heart squeezed as if someone had their fist wrapped tightly around it. Her back arched in pain as those she had called family and friends pounced on top of her, their long claws skewering her body over and over again. Her dying gurgles echoed through the night, the haunted chanting continuing softly in the background. It was sunrise by the time the cult members finally stopped violently stabbing her body. Suddenly they all went quiet and bowed their heads, second ticked by what seemed like hours until suddenly the she-cat's flayed open stomach because to move, rippling across the skin flaps. 5 kits rolled out, covered in blood, each with a special ability or specialty. The cries of victory were ripped out of the cult member's throats and flung into the night, before suddenly being cut off by gurgling cries and the 5 kits had their first meal. Kind blue eyes suck you in, her long white furs are so soft you feel like you're sinking into a cloud. She is like the perfect loving mother, making sure you eat and are getting your rest. Listens to your worries and helps you sleep, but slowly she starts being a little TOO motherly. Suddenly she's trying to chew up your food for you. Suddenly she's following you to the bathroom to "help you". Suddenly you wake up slow and sluggish. Your brain full of cotton as strong smelling herbs sit beside you, your paws strapped down as she's grinning as you with maybe too many teeth. Suddenly she's shoving food in your jaws until you can't breathe. You're turning blue as she's laughing and cooing at you, calling you her baby as she places moss around your waist like a diaper. You are now her doll, to love and be cared for but to never leave or abandon her. You are kept in a dark box which she is away and pulled out when she is home to be loved and adored.Celestial is amazing with kits and mothers as they are the weakest types of cats out there, she is able to get under their skin and into their brains, tricking them into doing whatever she wants including mass murder, suicide, and self-mutilation. She is the perfect little actress, always being as sweet and as innocent looking as can be, although her pure white furs hide a black nightmare underneath.
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CLAN: PI — RANK: hunter GENDER: female — AGE: 1 yrs MATE/CRUSH: none SEXUALITY: anything with beefy muscles that can kill in an instant tbh PLOTS? open
Her ragged breath could be heard like thunder in the deep silence of the moonless forest. Her paws were raw and ache from running, pads leaving bloody footprints along the harsh flooring. Her lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, her ragged breaths turning into full-on desperate gasps for air. She thought she could do this, she thought she could be what her family and her cult wanted her to be. The ultimate sacrifice. The sacred one that was to bring salvation into this world, but to be such a person came with a terrible price. She had heard whispers from the other young cult members of the true darkness that lied in the heart of the cult. The stealing of loners and clan cats to sacrifice to the "one true dark one". That the cult actually believed that the only way for the world to be born in light was to be first destroyed by the dark. Their sacrifices and cat genocides were all in the name of giving "the one true dark one" more power so he may swallow this world whole and bring on the rapture. When she had first been told she would be a sacrifice to bring salvation into this world they had to lead her to believe the salvation would good, filled with joy and light, but they had lied. Tears burned in her eyes as she recalled her parent's talking about what her sacrifice would mean for her and the world. The salvation was no joy or goodness, it was dark terribly dark. She was supposed to be stabbed to death by her fellow cult members on the rose moon, from her death 5 would be born with specialties that would bring death and pain in this world. Ultimately ending it. The sound of their cries and thundering footsteps could be heard coming closer, they had found out she was fleeing. Screams of help were ripped from her throat as she felt her legs start to become dead weight. She had been running for so long. Her screams stopped abruptly as she tripped over a branch, her head smashing into the ground - stars bursting behind her eyes. Their yelling turned into chanting - haunting, hollow chanting. Her body wretched as her heart squeezed as if someone had their fist wrapped tightly around it. Her back arched in pain as those she had called family and friends pounced on top of her, their long claws skewering her body over and over again. Her dying gurgles echoed through the night, the haunted chanting continuing softly in the background. It was sunrise by the time the cult members finally stopped violently stabbing her body. Suddenly they all went quiet and bowed their heads, second ticked by what seemed like hours until suddenly the she-cat's flayed open stomach because to move, rippling across the skin flaps. 5 kits rolled out, covered in blood, each with a special ability or specialty. The cries of victory were ripped out of the cult member's throats and flung into the night, before suddenly being cut off by gurgling cries and the 5 kits had their first meal. Sharp teeth dripping with drool can be seen gleaming in the small light cast by the crescent moon. A tongue lols out of the side, droll dripping down to form pools next to the scruffy black-furred figure. Her hot open mouthed panting sends puffy white clouds through the air. Suddenly the figure's head jerks back, disorderly long furs flying to the sides for a split second to reveal deep amber slanted eyes. Her jaws open and let out a loud haunting howl like call. She is answered by something unfeline. Something large and terrifying. The ground shakes as you turn to try and run, a roar is heard echoing through the forest as a badger slams into your side, teeth sinking into your spin. The she-cat releases another howl like call and the sound of your own spine snapping rings in your ears before everything goes black. Cerberus is a real tomboy who is rarely groomed and is usually shaking her furs out of her eyes. She mainly relies on her gut feeling rather than thinking through things and is a bit of a hot head. Drooling and smacking is very common around this goofy she-cat so most of those who are close with her tend to give her a tail length or so. She is the class clown of the siblings.
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