CINDERPAW / SUNGMETUTANKAWAYLAKE
Cinderfur was born to Toy, her Mother, who is a Dvoryanne of the Royal House of Sterling and an Unknown tom of BrookClan. Being born in a royal house, one would think that she would be stuck up and pushy, but that isn't the case. Cinderfur has three different stages of traits. Her good traits are being kind , beautiful inside and out, loyal and determined. Her bad traits are being secretive and her neutral traits are being out-going, alert , balanced and disciplined. Cinderfur's personality and belief's are how she conducts her life. She often works herself to the breaking point because she wants to be the best at everything. She is quick to help other's even if they didn't ask. Most of her deeds go unnoticed, which makes her a little sad, but at the same time she doesn't expect much of a reward. That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t like attention though. In truth, Cinderfur loves to be acknowledged, because as a kind cat, her little deeds of good, often go unnoticed. It hurts Cinderfur inside a little whenever a cat doesn’t notice or acknowledge something she goes out of her way to do, but she continues being kind, because when someone says ‘thanks’ or remarks on her kindness, it makes up for all the times the things she did went unnoticed. If given a reward, she won't refuse it. Cinderfur is determined to be the best cat she can be, to make the right choice, even if it hurts others. Cinderfur's pelt is as beautiful as her soul and actions. Cinderfur's main pelt color is a light grey and white. On top of it she has dark to light fading grey stripes. Her nose is a bright pink hue as well as the insides of her ears. Her eyes are a deep blue like a shadow that casts itself on a pool of water at night. Her eyes don't betray much , only that they hide many things, that they are allowed to see. She hopes that some day she will have a mate and kits of her own, and maybe one day she can become either a Tsar or Vrachi of BrookClan. Cinderfur is dedicated to Devonei, God of Order.
KADET (MENTOR IS EMBRY ROLEPLAYED BY IAN)
Dedicated to Devonei

KILLIAN / PRIMORDIALHAZE
The eldest of the Angora quadruplets. Killian takes his job as head of household very strictly. While he and his siblings are not natives to BrookClan he has made sure to cultivate a place for them there. Born into a family of kittypets raised for shows and towleg pleasures he and his three siblings are of pure Angora blood. Killian is a medium sized cat built for long distance and not as strongly built as his younger brother Emmet. Killian is all white with a long thick flat pelt that hangs from his form like a cloak. His has large paws and tuft tipped sharp pointed ears. Killian is slow to anger and much more diplomatic than his siblings. He is thoughtful and tends to be sought out when someone needs a fried to lean on. Killian is much slower in making decisions and considers all aspect and sides of a story. It was Killian's vision of a higher power that led his family to escaping their twoleg cages and finding their way to BrookClan. Killian sees himself building a life in BrookClan alongside his siblings, falling in love, and raising a family. He respect the gods and the authority of the Tsar and Cyd. Killian has bright blue eyes.
VIONY
Dedicated to Marli

EMMET / PRIMORDIALHAZE
The second oldest of the Angora quadruplets. Emmet is the self declared protector of his family. He sees the enemy within every cat that comes in contact with himself or his siblings. As a kittypet he was not the twolegs favorite and was usually swatted at for his nipping and clawing tendencies. While he is a temperamental cat he is also the most easily known of his siblings and the most likely to make any friends without a lot of effort. Emmet is charming and ladies man. Likely to have a few flings here and there, although this large muscular tank of a tom is also the kind of cat to pick his perfect mate ans treat her like a queen among peasants. Emmet thrives on drama and chaos. He enjoys a good border tussle or even a family spat. He seems to be able to smell war on the horizon like most can smell rain. Emmet is an all white cat with a large muscular back and broad shoulders. The fur around his neck thick like a lions mane. His ears are tufted with white fur as well as his paws. He has thick legs and a thick long sweeping tail. While he holds a high respect for his superiors, Emmet is also the most likely to cause trouble, Quickly following to be chastised by his older brother Killian and younger sister Catriona. Emmet shares his siblings dream of establishing themselves within BrookClan, though his reasons may be focused on power and less on family. Emmet has dark amber eyes.
VIONY
Dedicated to Tiveronah

CATRIONA / PRIMORDIALHAZE
The second youngest of the Angora quadruplets. Catriona is the goodytwoshoes or Tsar's pet out of her siblings. A smaller she-cat in comparison to her older siblings Killian or Emmet. Catriona finds her elder brother Emmet to be a giant pain in the tail and finds herself praying to the gods to put him in his place. On the other paw she cherishes and adores her eldest brother Killian. Catriona found her place when she and her siblings ran from their kittypet life and were accepted by BrookClan. Here they were given a task, given a religion, placed in a pecking order, and laws laid before them. Catriona coudln't be happier. She seeks out tasks like border patrols and training Kadets. Catriona couldn't imagine a better life for herself and her family. She aims only to be as good as she can be int he place she is put. Her heart happy when she completes a task as it is set before her and recognition given when she succeeds. Catriona wishes to spend time serving the monarchy and the gods as she is called to. She sees a loving mate and Podas in her future, though she is usually distracted with things she can not control. Catriona is all white with pale leafy green eyes.
VIONY
Dedicated to Devonei

ROISIN / PRIMORDIALHAZE
The youngest of the Angora quadruplets. Roisin is the smallest and most motherly of her siblings. Only growing to about her sister, Catriona's shoulder, and only half the size of her brothers Killian and Emmet. Roisin has stars in her eyes and dream in her heart. She is so timid and soft spoken she will not stand up for herself and will not fight back. She would have gladly stayed with the cruel twolegs if it meant she would have had a simple life of just doing as she was told and continuing to do so. She is an all white she-cat with a shorter pelt and no tufts on her ears like her siblings do. Although her tail is still fluffy and sweeping. She spends her time on the side lines rooting her much more likely to succeed siblings on and hoping to just not catch her death when leaf bare comes. Roisin is much more likely to open up to a best friend turn mate. She dreams of having a large family and Poda who love her and cherish her. She wants to be protected and she loves with her whole soul. Her siblings tend to be over protective of her and make if difficult for her to find a mate. She feels she is the unfortunate fourth leg that just so happens to have a limp keeping the rest of the body from meeting its greatest potential. Roisin has soft violet eyes.
VIONY
Dedicated to Cauil

MONARCHKIT(BUTTERFLY) / HOLLYPAW
She has russet orange like fur with black streaks going along her with black legs. She has dew drop vanilla blonde spots along her legs making her resemble a monarch butterfly. Stolen from DayClan at a young age, she barely remembers where she spent her first few moons. While she knows that BrookClan isn't where she was born, she doesn't know anything else. But is she loyal to the clan? Nobody knows, herself included. She doesn't know if she'll return to where she was born, of if she'll stay where she was raised.

KILLIAN / PRIMORDIALHAZE
The eldest of the Angora quadruplets. Killian takes his job as head of household very strictly. While he and his siblings are not natives to BrookClan he has made sure to cultivate a place for them there. Born into a family of kittypets raised for shows and towleg pleasures he and his three siblings are of pure Angora blood. Killian is a medium sized cat built for long distance and not as strongly built as his younger brother Emmet. Killian is all white with a long thick flat pelt that hangs from his form like a cloak. His has large paws and tuft tipped sharp pointed ears. Killian is slow to anger and much more diplomatic than his siblings. He is thoughtful and tends to be sought out when someone needs a fried to lean on. Killian is much slower in making decisions and considers all aspect and sides of a story. It was Killian's vision of a higher power that led his family to escaping their twoleg cages and finding their way to BrookClan. Killian sees himself building a life in BrookClan alongside his siblings, and their families. He respect the gods and the authority of the Tsar and Cyd. Killian has bright blue eyes.

VIATRIX / Tiveronah
There was a reason she was given this infrequent name. Viatrix radiates a look of pristine royalty, one that follows her around like an aura. Her optics are magnetic, they pull you in and demand you stare. Her pelt is soft and lengthy, but lets her move with facileness. There is no easy way to Viatrix; when you think that you have her in the palm of your hand, she's already deciphered everything. Viatrix is no idiot, on the contrary she has become a genius in ascertaining others intentions. Such reliability makes her a great asset as a planner. She was simply born to consummate such obligations as this. Most will underestimate the she-feline's facility, as she might be the last to ever do such a thing. But that is a sour mistake, as she puts on the facade of inculpability, when that couldn't be farther from the truth. Her thinking is pellucid and concise, no thing is left undone or extemporaneous. Even if she is clear minded, others close to her see a more nonchalant Viatrix. One who wants adventure, exhilaration, or wants to stir up quandaries for no reason. It can be hard to apply what is right to her, as she believes that the only thing right is to be spontaneous. For course, she would never betray her family for adventure,but sometimes Viatrix wonders what life is like beyond her walls. As these walls call to her, they tempt her out. But she has to be firm and not give in; she mustn't let her emotions cloud her rationality. It can be difficult for someone who is always longing for something more, pondering the mysteries of the world, parallels of reality she cannot reach. Always wanting more, willing to leave someone in the dust for a bit of adventure. Viatrix has but one excuse to this rule; the royal family.
Royal through Kerrigan

ALEZANDER / Devonei
Under layers of soft plush fur is a creature emerging with no good intentions. A steelly glint in the eye suggests a poisonous wit and a dangerous claw. On the surface, they seem calm and well put together. But that's just part of the scheme, the alluring sense of security under his care. There is truly no safety around Alezander, especially if you've got something he wants. But that's just it. He doesn't hurt because he wants to hurt. He’s after his revenge, sees his enemy at every turn, every face blends in and it all becomes a blur. He takes a sense of pride in his regality, even if it was handed to him as soon as Kerrigan became Tsar. But that doesn't matter; it's all the same on the golden throne. Heproudly flaunts himself and truly couldn't give less of a damn of anyone's judgements. Cynical and witty, he has a response to anything, and if you want to judge him you better make sure you're perfect. Life is short, so don't stress over the little things. These words are the words Alezander lives by. But he can turn on this sentiment as quickly as he can turn back. Betreyal is something that he's dealt with his whole life, and doesn't respond well to it. He has no mercy for the rule breakers and doesn't shed a tear for them. However, he always keeps the easy going, witty attitude on. Not to say he isn't like that normally - he certainly is, but a lingering dark side is always behind him, searching for something to break through and show his true colours.
Royal through Kerrigan (Cyd)

PARADISE / HONEYSTORM
Have you ever imagined something so vividly in your head that it feels real? You can feel the warm sands and the smell the salty air, the breeze kisses your skin and you can see every minute detail of the shimmering waves beyond as they fade out into the horizon. This world of created reality is the one in which Paradise lives her days, fantasizing about love and romanticizing the idea of the utopia she hopes to one day live in. Her soulmate is out there, somewhere they're waiting patiently for her, for that fateful day they meet and everything falls perfectly into place. She is waiting for the day she can walk into the sunset with her flawless other half, for the day they can remake the world in their image, a place without fear or hunger. Paradise desires to live in a place where she can rule with a firm, but benevolent paw, a home where there are no secrets, no plots or politics, because there is no jealousy or greed. She searches ceaselessly for this fantasy world of her creation, where all evils have been driven out and only good remains. The sand darkens and fades to tall trees and the whispering breeze fades away to hushed chatter in your presence. The ocean becomes nothing more than a sea of pelts, and the sea salt air dissipates as though it never were. Paradise, no matter what images she conjures in her mind's eye, does not live in a utopia. Her perfect lover almost certainly doesn't exist, as the world itself is inherently flawed. A piece of her soul flakes away as reality returns and her heart aches to return to the flawless paradise. A calico cat, small and lithe, with a goddess' smile, iridescent eyes of sea green, and an innocent persona, yet one who loses just a little bit more of herself every day that she's forced to realize the paradisaical daydream doesn't exist. A ghost, always searching for what is just at her fingertips as she fades more with each step she takes. Outwardly, she's the heart breaker, the flirt, the "polyamorous" daughter of the Tsar, and the utter opposite of Antarctica with her almost overbearing optimism and borderline naivety. But inwardly, deep within the recesses of her mind, beyond the distance horizon, lies a little cage. It rattles and screams, until one day, the locked door will be shattered, releasing the malcontent contents out into the world beyond. Inside is all the feelings and thoughts that don't belong in her perfect world. Anger and hatred, fear and madness, manipulative tendencies and a willingness to betray all she knows, lie within, the last of all these the loudest in her mind by far. If it would bring her the utopia she desires, no friend, foe, or clanmate would be spared. No one will keep her from her paradise.
PODAROK
Dedicated to Marli

( I hope it's okay that I still add her. )

HAMILTON / blankslate
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.
PODAROK
Dedicated to Cauil
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