HAWK
rped by Dreamrain
Punishment
The sound of large wings beating in the night. A hawk soars high above carving a path for the cat below. While Hawk looks to the sky for guidance through the beautiful walk of life. Even though he is the middle child he seems him as one of the protectors among his siblings. Like the hawk he has a problem with taking on too many responsibilities. He works hard to fulfill his purpose in life. Which awakens his creative side chasing way the daily stress of mundane tasks. Taking the appearance of a hawk. His fur is a similar brown marked with black war paint. His eyes are same bright yellow that catch you in a trance. His paws are armed with powerful claws which he jokes are like Hawk talons.
hunter

KISSA 
rped by Dreamrain
Ambassador
Tiny, delicate, dainty, cunning, ambitious, and resourceful. All of these words describe what most would expect from the daughter of the Chief Chimera. Kissa was the born the turn of Chief Chimera’s one and only litter. Making her a tiny white she-cat that gets underestimated. She puts on a playful and friendly mask with a sly smile, and a hidden gleam in her golden yellow eyes. Once you become closer to her. She isn’t what she appears to be. She is more a small fire that is barely being contained from turning into a raging inferno. Her mother claimed she had the heart of a lion, but the strength of a tiger. Like a lion she is brave, courageous, and wise. On the other hand she has the strength and beauty of a tiger prowling through the jungle for its next victim. Ever since she was a small kit she has had an eager for learning, but she never learned from her mistakes. Giving her the title as the difficult one out of her litter. She has been a headache for her mother when it came to getting past her stubborn ways. She does have an explosive temper when she doesn't get her way. She adores her mother Chimera and her father Spade and siblings Medusa, Batholomew, Fenrir, and Castor. But over the years has found herself to be the only one left of the little family. 
hunter

PRAETOR-CHAN
rped by neverforgotten
siblings: Roman, Soldier, Caesar, Chariot, Victory
Hungry. That's the perfect word to sum up Praetor. He wants more. More blood. More violence. More fighting. Everything in his life lacks to him. He constantly pushes his boundaries, gets more dangerous. The thrill is intoxicating to him. The wild looking brown tom is almost lynx-like in appearance and, with pale yellow eyes that are sharp and watchful. He stalks other cats, attacks, and tries to survive it. Why? Because he wants to freak other cats out. Praetor will do whatever he can to make others uncomfortable. He loves to gross others out, to make cats look away. That's hard to do in a place like Primal Instinct. So Praetor takes to roaming. He visits clans to terrify and mangle, then moves on. He's a free spirit. A dark soul.

added to here <3

DANTE
Roleplayed by Cyanide
Foreign Affairs
A cat so complex he baffles everyone. A cat that never melds into the shadows like some but throws himself out there with vigor all the while acting like it is a huge chore to do so. A cat more defined by his family that he is by his own actions at times. To explain that last one because it might be confusing for those who haven't been around all that long I'll tell you this. He’s the only surviving son to Halo and nephew to Kiba, which one depends on the time. He’s also a grandchild to a long dead See’r from the old Crowclan. His father though…he’s a mystery or at least his mother won’t tell him who he was only that he had gone and got himself killed before he was born. At this point in his life he doesn’t care. Kiba is the only father figure he could ever want or need, regardless of his true sire. The only thing is, from what he can tell, he must look like his father because every cat he knows he’s related to, besides Lupus, has a deep black coat with stunning blue or green eyes. He on the other hand has a coat that carried the tone of dark soot, deeper grey stripes meld through his coat allowing that tabby effect that runs through his family but is most pronounced on him. That effect gives him the look of a cat risen from the ashes, the dark grey smudges like war paint on his pelt. Now, his eyes are also strange, a deep amber that are devoid of caring about the events happening around him, nothing that a cat like him isn’t used to with the company and family he keeps. But those eyes can tell this cat's story in a glance. The pride, anger, regret, and yes, even some love are all put out to bare in those amber orbs for those who would both to see. But the thing is, some just can't look past his personality.He’s such a snarky tom that holds his head high, and is always itching for a challenge and ready to take one with little hesitation. He's crude and abrupt and says what's on his mind, often to the disdain of his mother but secret amusement of his uncle. He's a large cat, having inherited the size of his grandfather and uncle along with their skills in combat making him all the more conflict happy knowing very few stand a chance against him. But he has an interesting side that comes out sometimes, he can be loving. Pick up you’re jaw because yes this cat is capable of that. He is only this way with cats he hold dear, his mother being the main one, next coming his uncle with in turn shows it back in a fatherly way, and lastly he reserves it for those who might come into his family later. He's a cat of many sides. He is strong. He is brave. He is stubborn. He is dauntless. Now this, a name so fitting he would hate to give it up but the cat does have two names that were bestowed on him at birth by his mother. Dante and Dauntlessfire. A rouge and a clan name, his mixed up life showing through in the fact his mother felt the need to call him by two, as though expecting him to live life outside of the boring clans at some point, a prediction that is bound to become true. He’s not at home in a clan and he has known this since he could first walk. He was a trouble maker as a kit, always leaving camp but Kiba allowed it as long as he returned by sunset or Starclan help him Kiba came onto him like an avenging angel for worrying him and his mother. They are protective of him, even as he grew older, his mother the most so because she had already lost enough kits, four of the littler of five she had died at birth, leaving only Dauntlessfire. He could understand this, he knew his mother was heartbroken at the time of his birth and it took her a long to become what she was before that. But what he couldn't see coming was Halo murdering cats in Dayclan before being confronted by his uncle who'd been her final victim. Her life had been taken by Deal, rightfully so. But he's scared. He left Dayclan to wander, doing what he wanted when he wanted not a care in the world. He finally landed with the league, his mothing being right he'd need his rouge name at some point. He has kits, one being Calamityshrine and the rest have yet to seek him out. Knowing all of this, is he what you expected? If not then stick around, things are just about ready to get interesting.

ANATHEMA
rped by ian
Ambassadors
A buff-cream colored Egyptian Mau with his father's venomous yellow-green eyes. The first born son of the first Ambassador Proxy, Altaire, it is of no surprise that Anathema ended up in the district that he did. After all, he had been taught from a young age the game that is making deals. He takes after his father in the fact that he can woo cats to do just about anything he suggests, if he so desires. He isn't a copy of his father, though. Unlike Altaire, he doesn't particularly enjoy the game that is making cats fall at his feet. He'll do it, of course, mostly out of obligation. He has a name to live up to, after all. Being a devil in disguise is exhausting to him, though, and he'd much prefer... practically anything else. Anathema is a cat who seems to wear the weight of the whole world on his shoulders; he is an Atlas in the making. Of course, that means that he is being punished for something, but the blood on his paws is not something the tom discusses. Instead, he contents himself in survival, and doing the bare minimum to ensure his.
Hunter

KASSIDY
rped by ian
Punishment
Picture yourself in high school. Picture your football team, now picture the star linebacker. Doing this, you've probably got a pretty good picture of the human form of Kassidy. He's a blockhead, one who the world wonders if there's much going on in his skull. Spoiler alert, there probably isn't. But, you can't have brawns and brain, that's no fair to the rest of the world. He is a surprisingly kind cat, despite the fact that he's a punishment cat. A bulky brown tabby with green eyes.

Hunter
i'll add to them as i go i'm so bad at bios

Copycat-chan

rped by goldcrest

parents : unknown 
siblings : none/unknown

He found his way to Primal Instinct by literally walking in. He was exploring, an adventurous soul looking for a new adventure. Some would say he’s much too young to be on his own, but he didn’t care what others thought. Most of them were useless anyway. Everything to Copycat is all fun and games, it seems most of him hasn’t grown passed his youthful attitude. His name really stands true, as from a very young age he was mimicking everything and everyone around him, whether it be to tease, have fun, or because he was influenced a lot by them. Half of his personality is taken from others, all depending on who he liked and looked up too. The other half was just him, a child that never seems to grow old. 
His thirst for adventure never left, and it’s not uncommon for him to have some sort of injury from his explorations. He craves danger, craves adventure, ever since he was young. The feeling of adrenaline is one of his favourite things, which is why he seeks it out so often and almost always bears the consequences. 

youngling

i’m a mess who can’t stop making characters sometimes, i know :,)

Name : Nameless (that’s literally what he goes by)
rped by goldcrest


reason for capture : just joined, waiting for initiation (is that still a thing??)


Abandoned at a young age, he was never given a name, and never chose one for himself either. For what was the use, when nobody was around to hear it? He had never thought of a use for one, as he was nothing but a city cat barely surviving. Every time someone asked, he would stop and say “I don’t have one.” He was called Nameless so often it stuck. He was a cat without identity, obsessed with the thought of his abandonment, obsessed with what was wrong with him. But most of all, he was obsessed with making those he liked happy. 

If he bent over anymore for those he liked, his bad would surely break. He’s a little puppet, willing to do the dirty work, or provide the entertainment. Willing to dance for anybody. Maybe it’s rooted in the deep fear of them leaving, or maybe it’s his thirst for affection. He needs it. He craves it, and sometimes it feels he’d die without it. So what better way to get it than to do anything they asked? Backwards thinking, really, but Nameless is a backwards guy. 
     He can be paranoid, at times, and extremely clingy. His mind is deep-rooted in a pit of self-hatred, a void he believes he can fill with fake affections. He can hardly make his own decisions, how is he suppose to cut the strings tied to him by his own mind?

prisoner 

Tiikeri
rped by simplylight
District- Foreign Affairs
You cannot tame the tiger. You may think you have it chained and you may think you are it's master, but there really is no hope. It'll turn as quickly as you assumed it wouldn't. You cannot hold a butterfly's wing without tarnishing it. At the same time, they are nearly impossible to catch. Mix this into one very charismatic she-cat and you've got the alluring beauty of Tiikeri, once named Tigerbutterfly. She is not your sweet, giving she-cat. She is selfish and does not return what you give her, including time. Don't expect to have her all figured out. It'll never happen. Her charm is that of a cobra, attractive but cannot be contained. Her bewitching loveliness will confuse you, yet trap you in infatuation. Her flank is the brazen orange-gold of a tiger and hides very well a lean frame. She has a long, slender figure, but like mentioned before, she has a good deal of muscle hidden behind that illusion. The jet black of night bands across this dazzling coat, also like that of a tiger. The only thing that does not make her look like the spitting mirage of the wild cat are two large, cobalt eyes. They show emotion so easily, but normally she can hide them behind a charming gleam. Tiikeri doesn't usually give others the time of day. In fact, she prefers to be by herself. This usually doesn't happen, though, because of the nature of her family, aka Foxbane.
Hunter



I'll edit more once she has developed c:

LOUELLA-CHAN
rped by JADIE
LORAH (ADOPTIVE FATHER)
ASHILD, EVANEE, HELOISE, TELEMA (ADOPTIVE SIBLINGS)
Vain. An insult Louella wears with pride. To be fair, she is very beautiful, with an angular face, tall, thin frame and upturned eyes. Exotic, another compliment. Her cinnamon classic tabby stripes stand out bold and brilliant against her long, cream-colored pelt. She has a freckling of dusty-brown fur across her nose bridge just below her large, pale blue eyes. Louella loves to dress up in kittypet collars, sweaters, even colorful claw caps, and is rarely seen without some sort of twoleg-created apparel. She wears them until they get dirty then discards them forever, eager to acquire the next piece, not one to cling to any single fashion for long. This she-cat tends to form impressions of others based purely on how they look. To her, "ugly" cats are scum and "beautiful" cats are fellow royalty. At first, Louella comes across as a fairly normal she-cat, albeit a little too forward. The closer she gets with another cat, though, the more assertive she becomes. She has quite the princess mentality and will do just about anything to get her way. It's not really her fault; Lorah, her adoptive father, always encouraged her impulsiveness. Do not let her sometimes ridiculous appearance fool you, for this tabby is just as lethal as any of her league mates.
Youngling


~will probably edit this again after I've role-played her a bit ~