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MANICMADNESS roleplayed by circle Both tormentor and protector he was given a purpose at the young age under the rule of a delusional queen. Tasked with protecting his sickly brother and serving the cat that had a heavy hand in raising him with his whole life. He developed a fanatical devotion to her, and tolerated no one elses direction or attention. He resented the attention his brother got from her and was often manipulated into letting that resentment fester and dig itself deeper within him simply for the she-cats amusement. From the beginning of his story Manicmadness was in a sense doomed to be the twisted amalgamation of what others machinations made him. A creature of spite perched on a throne of bone. When his evil queen was overthrown he thought nothing other than following her, protecting her from their pursuers, even at the cost of his own health and sanity. Leading them on wild chases to give her time to escape and then going to the arranged meeting place bleeding and heavily injured to find no sign of her. To learn the central figure his life had revolved around since kithood, the cat he had devoted himself to, had forgotten him in mere moments and left him for dead. He spent days waiting, hoping for some sign they would show up for what was he without them? They never returned and he did the only other thing he knew how to. He raged, he mercilessly killed all those he came across and went into a downward spiral of ever growing madness. Speaking to the plants, yelling to the sky, burying himself in shallow graves with his head sticking out in hopes of dying. The anger only ever seeming to grow larger and his behavior more erratic as time lengthened. Until the moment he wandered into a road and was struck by a car, the months following passed in a blur Manicmadness's time passing in a haze due to the painkillers and upheaval of his life. By the time things seemed to snap back into focus he had been firmly within the grasping hands of twolegs for longer than he could keep track of. His recovery having been long and lulling him into laziness. Sitting on the cold concrete things seemed to fall into perfect clarity, his life so far becoming a story he could pick apart and see where he had went wrong. From that moment on he became the vicious and cruel self-confident cat he had been in his heydays. Escaping soon after and taking a few admirers with him; setting out to find out what had happened to his sickly brother Hystericpague. Manicmadness's background has shaped him into a prickly and often unpleasant cat to keep in ones company. Dour and vocal about any little thing that upsets him. Mercurial moods often making him dangerous to start conversation with and having others scurrying from his path. His grin is unnatural and his yellow eyes unsettling. warrior
Bio: Firesky is a pretty orange and white she-cat with long wispy fur. Her eyes are a light sky blue. Her orange coat has a light cream under layer that melds and flows with her darker outer coat like dancing flames. The white of her chest and neck stand out against her warm colored coat and a splash of white adorns her lovely face. Firesky might look soft on the outside, but her troubled upbringing has hardened her and she keeps her guard up almost constantly. She was orphaned to her knowledge, growing up with no family of her own in Fallclan. The clan prided itself on their strong family connections, something Firesky didn’t have, and she harbors a secret resentment because of it. She usually comes off as stoic and guarded, her vulnerable nature hidden well. She possesses a fierce determination however, steadfast in her goal to be a successful warrior, even without a strong family connection.
Rank: Warrior
Extended Backstory: She was born to a kitty-pet mother named Paisley, her father, Hawkstorm, was a wild forest cat, a rouge who had been forced to leave his clan life behind. Hawkstorm had successfully convinced his mate to leave her soft kitty-pet lifestyle and run away with him into the forest, an easy enough task after Paisley’s twolegs had spoken of “ridding” of her kits.
For the safety of the unborn kits they set out into the forest on an unusually cold night in late autumn. Paisley’s kits weren’t due for another two weeks at least, but something didn’t feel right as they searched for a warm place to shelter. Paisley expressed her concerns, her pain slowing her, as they settled into a hollow log. They thought they would have more time to prepare, but the kits were coming early. Firesky was the first kit born, followed by two others, one stillborn and the other hardly breathing. Paisley and Hawkstorm shared a moment of grief before curling close with the two living kits, cleaning and drying them against the cold as they started to nurse. Paisley didn’t want to concern Hawkstorm with her lingering pains, pushing them to the back of her mind as her tired body drifted to sleep. When Hawkstorm awoke he was heartbroken to find his mate curled around him and their kits, cold to the touch. He nudged the two remaining bundles of fur and his heart squeezed again when one was stiff and cold, just like his mother. One tiny kit had survived, the first born.
Hawkstorm knew the only way his remaining kit would survive was to get her to a clan with queens who could nurse her. Paisley’s milk had run dry as she faded away overnight. He knew he couldn’t return to the clan life though, he wouldn’t be welcomed back. Once again his heart ached as he accepted what he had to do. He picked up the mewling kit and set off at a brisk pace, time was against him here. He thanked Starclan when he caught the strong smell of approaching clan cats after only a few minutes. A patrol of three Fallclan cats had heard him crashing through the undergrowth. They were challenging and hostile for only a few seconds before the mewling kit caught their attention. Their whole demeanor changed when they heard to wailing cries of the newborn kit. Hawkstorm gently placed the kit at his feet, bowing deeply and unthreateningly to the patrol.
He only had to ask them to save the kit once, there wasn’t hardly time to explain as the kit wouldn’t survive much longer. He managed a hurried retelling of the previous nights events and why he was asking them to take the kit. Before he had finished his final sentence one of the patrol cats had already scooped the kit up and began bounding towards their camp. Hawkstorm watched, pain gripping his heart, as the cries from his kit faded away. The two remaining cats escorted him back to the border. As they turned to leave he requested they call the kit Firekit, and to let her know of her parents once she was old enough. He thanked them for their help and turned, leaving his old clan, and his only daughter, behind. He hoped to one day return to this forest and see his daughter once again, but first he had a long journey ahead of him. With his heart aching he returned to his mate and the two still kits, sharing tongues with them once more before he buried them together and set off away from the forest.
Firesky grew up, only being told that she was orphaned by anyone she asked. The older kits in the nursery had been sure to tease her about it as she had grown up. She never truly found anyone to bond with and her lonely kithood only served to help her build walls around her heart. She became a solemn and serious cat, learning quickly once her apprenticeship started. Before long she was a true warrior of Fallclan, a clan she harbored concealed resentment towards.
ANTKIT [HILL] roleplayed by circle Quick-witted, the king of one-liners, there something secretive behind those dark eyes; a vast, tempting emptiness that lures cats in. They sense a story that his jokes are trying to hide, and despite his attempts to explain, no cat believes the simple truth that he’s merely funny. There is a deep irony in this, as the level of mystery to him is nonexistent. The tom rather open, secrets something he does a poor job at keeping. So while he is simpyl trying to have a good time, a fun time he is instead bombarded with thinly veiled questions trying to get to the bottom of his history. Thinking he is using humor as a shield they often ignore his jokes to instead tell him he doesn't have to be funny all the time to hide his pain. Leaving him bamboozled to how to convince them that no he is hiding nothing, he is just a comedian. Eventually he gives up on this if it seems that he will never be able to win the argument and instead, he spends all his time trying to convince other cats he’s smarter and deeper then he is. Which in the end often solves his problem, because the moment someone starts saying they're deep or smart is the moment others stop believing it. kit
Everything comes effortlessly in life when you’re easy on the eyes. At least that’s how it had always been for Fawn, a beautiful snow mink bengal, her light cream coat accented with cinnamon and brown stripes and rosettes, with mesmerizing green eyes. She lived a comfortable kitty-pet life, never having to worry about anything. Her twolegs traveled a lot in their RV, bringing their beautiful Fawn along with them. One fateful day her twolegs stopped to rest on their travels and failed to fully close a window in the RV. An inquisitive Fawn poked her head out and spotted a nearby blue bird. Curiosity got the best of her and she hopped out the window and took off after the fluttering bird. Before long she found herself in the middle of a forest, frightened and alone now that her focus had shifted from the bird to her surroundings. She was unable to find her way back to her twolegs. Fawn spent nearly six moons struggling alone, traveling the forest before her luck would change. She stumbled upon a Fallclan patrol who escorted her back to their camp. After eight more moons she had grown accustomed to clan life and she was given her warrior name, Fawnblossom. Her pampered start to life still lingered however. With her cheeky attitude she can easily come across as conceited and pretentious.
Post by CreativeFyre on Sept 3, 2020 20:26:29 GMT -5
BROKENLEAP
Roleplayed by Speckled
A pale orange tabby tomcat with white splashes. Brokenleap has a white blaze that trickles down between his eyes, down his muzzle then chin before dripping down his left shoulder. He has a sliver of white down his chest, then his belly, paw tips and tail tip. He has a pair of kind, pale green eyes. But Clan names are always honest and true of the cat; and sometimes, the honest truth hurts. Brokenkit was not Brokenleap's birth name, he was once Orangekit. Brokenleap was born with a disability known to the twolegs as Carpal Hyperextension. Carpal Hyperextension is a condition in which the carpus, or wrist, in one of your limbs becomes over, or hyper, extended. When this extreme flexion occurs, the supporting ligaments in the carpus can become strained or torn, causing injury. When the ligament is weakened the joint is no longer able to maintain proper position, causing a lack of ability to support weight on the affected limb. (toke and modified the text from this site to fit the bio. I do not own.) The first time Brokenleap played with his den-mates, he tore the ligaments in his front left paw, and hasn't been able to bare weight since. His casual standing stance consists of his heel touching the ground. When Brokenleap is moving, he holds his lame paw close to his chest and limps. Brokenleap cannot climb and barely leap. So yes, Brokenleap's leap is broken. He knows basic self defense, but you can trust during Wartime's his job is to stay back at camp and not be a liability. At least Brokenleap can hunt, it's an effort but he does enough to not gain a nest in the Elder's den. Brokenleapo is use to pitiful looks, sometimes even looks of distaste. But the tomcat tries his best to not let life get him down. His survived until adulthood in the wild with a disability, perhaps he could survive a few more seasons. A generally pleasant tomcat to be around when given the chance. However, Brokenleap has the bad habit of bottle up his emotions and exploding. Brokenleap's deepest desire is to be viewed as an equal among his Clanmates, and not a burden. Warrior
Edited Sept 3, 2020 23:22:47 GMT -5 By CreativeFyre
Bio: Goldendawn and Silvernight are sisters. They are both bengals, Goldendawn a beautiful golden brown and Silvernight a gorgeous silvery white. Both sisters share a similar light blueish green eye color. The two opposites compliment each other quite nicely.
The more serious of the two, Goldendawn is level-headed and focused, a very determined cat. She is reserved, calm and collected with an understanding nature. She typically shies away from obviously dangerous situations, but she’s not one to turn down a good adventure. She is a decent fighter, but she truly shines when hunting.
Silvernight is quite the opposite from her sister. She is a happy-go-lucky cat, very out-going and tends to be easily distracted. She’s short-tempered, a “shoot first, ask questions later” type. She loves the thrill of danger and doesn’t shy away from a fight. She’s a sufficient hunter, but fighting is where she truly shines.
The two sisters had been found in the woods by a Fallclan patrol when they were just kits, barely a moon old. It isn’t known how they ended up there or what happened to their parents. Some claim that twolegs played a hand in the kits being abandoned, but it’s all speculation. Having no other family in the very family oriented Fallclan, the two sisters stuck with each other like glue. Where one sister went, the other was never too far behind. They spent their apprenticeship together under the same mentor, and they became warriors together, their silent vigil spent side by side. The two make a very effective team, both fiercely loyal to each other.
Post by Secretkit on Sept 10, 2020 16:35:38 GMT -5
HOLLYWHISPER Roleplayed by Secretkit A dark ginger she-cat with lightened spots about her chin, paws, and round green eyes, Hollywhisper is of small stature and big words, not the type to hold back the truth. Rather than smooth pelts her unfortunate talent is to raise hackles and provoke. She is a fiercely loyal warrior to her kin and Clan, in that order, and would do anything to protect the lives and souls of those nearest and dearest to her, for without them where would she be? Without forgiving and patient hearts she may have grown up much differently. Learning to hold her sarcastic tongue and read the mood of her Clanmates as she grew accustomed to life within the Clan was difficult, however she has since grown to become an asset, with a preference to fight with words rather than claws and surprisingly to hunt and work as background support rather than to take the spotlight. Hollywhisper takes advantage of her small frame and squeezes through spaces twice as tiny, for her fur appears much thicker than it is, and loves to explore the hidden crevices that dot FallClan’s landscape. Fear not her sharp tongue, but rather the words of fury she has the potential to unleash should you cross the line from friend to foe. Warrior
SKELETONWALTZ roleplayed by circle Her first friend was a shadow that seemed to walk besides her when she first stumbled away from her mothers corpse, it seemed to linger over her as she scavenged for food and ate from rotting corpses long since abandoned by larger predators. She found solace in it's heavy weight as her own dwindles and spoke to it as she once chattered to her mother. She considered it a friend up until the moment she realized it was nothing but a shade created by her own grief. How distraught she was! How humiliated! And she had no-one to blame but her own weak self. There was no one walking besides her, she was alone and so pathetic in even this that she made up someone to keep her company. The shadow was gone within the moment she screamed her rage into the wilds and sobbed her grief to the earth. Her steps were surer then, carried more purpose, her eating habits dwindled further in her distrust for herself. She twisted herself further and further into her own head until the outside world seemed to cease to exist. She wandering into Fallclan territory a terrible scrap of a thing, not fit for a meal. And she hid from the patrol she heard approaching her, terrified of being forced to exist once again. But there was little to do to hide the stench of her and she was taken in by Fallclan. They thought they were gifting her a great service and instead she felt only torment. She curled up in the darkest part of the medicine cat den she could find. She spoke little and rejected food for as long as she could. What was she to do, she wanted to scream. She didn't want to be anyones pity project, she didn't want their kindness, and she wanted nothing more than to go back to living in her head. There was a kit that one day ended up in the nursery alongside, and they spoke at length about their brother, about Fallclan, about how excited they were to be an apprentice. She had no voice to tell them to shut up and so she listened. And something in her opened a crack, just enough that she left her dark spot and started listening to others. To the medicine cat that spoke of a future, and she ignored the shadows of the den that loomed behind her no longer comforting and instead stepped forward. She recovered slowly, setbacks inevitable and never regained what one might call a healthy appetite. But she eats now and no longer hides in the shadows away from the world that she is convinced will never be kind to her. She drifts alongside the other Fallclan cats, like a forgotten memory, small and stunted but with a tortured beauty to her. Alluring in her quiet grace and eerie blue eyes. Quiet and serene some might call her, others might see past that and realize she seems to simply be a little out of place. Like a puzzle piece that almost is a perfect fit but is just slightly off. Skeletonwaltz closes her shutters when others show her any kindness and flinches at others trying to connect to her. Convinced she doesn't deserve this second chance at life, even after so long of living it. Remembering her first friend who was never truly there to begin with she struggles with trust and acceptance. A skeleton waltzing to the song of her dead heart.
Post by Secretkit on Sept 11, 2020 23:26:13 GMT -5
WRENHOP Roleplayed by Secretkit Much like the bird after which she was named, Wrenhop is a round and fluffy individual who outwardly displays a gentle and friendly disposition. A dust brown she-cat with darker tabby markings and eyes of pale gold, she is a clumsy sort and tends to hop rather than fully extend her legs when she runs, a tendency she’s carried with her since her days as a kit. When she is not assisting others, she is looking for a way to do so in some other way. A consistent flaw of hers is that she sacrifices too much of herself for the pleasure of others and does not notice when it begins to affect her. Many a time she has grown weary from the work she has done, and many a time it has been left unidentified and caused her to fall ill. Whether it be a partner or friend to call her out, it’s clear that this she-cat who is a friend to everybody, deserves what all cats do – to be able to have someone to trust to remind her when too much is too much, or better yet, to be able to teach herself to recognize the signs of overwork and know when to give herself space and rest. She is a shoulder to lean on, the claws you need to defend you, the light in the dark, and is proud to call herself a most loyal warrior of FallClan. Warrior
ETHEREALBLINK Roleplayed by circle A grey tabby with specks of orange and heterochromic blue and golden-green eyes. One may think that the -blink part of her name is due to her intoxicating gaze, and maybe at first it was. But it soon began to take on a different meaning. No one would call her quiet, for her cheerful chatter can often be heard throughout the clan, but for some odd reason, her pawsteps are nearly completely silent. She, herself, doesn't seem to realize this fact, and it's hard to notice when she bounds and jumps everywhere, but it's in the subtle ways that she approaches someone. You blink, and suddenly there she is. She is very mother-like in personality, always making sure her friends have eaten before she does. Although she tries to always put others first, there are times where she is quite selfish, and she often brags about herself, though she doesn't mean for it to come off as such. Sometimes, her love can be quite suffocating to others as well. nursery aid
HAUNTEDKINGDOM roleplayed by blessmyskull Hauntedkingdom was raised in Fallclan alongside his brother, Ghostking, at a young age. An elderly nursery aid was the one to take care of the two kits and Hauntedkingdom never really questioned it. Of course there were times he wondered what happened to his parents, but usually he pushed those thoughts aside to focus on himself and his brother. The only family he had left. This white tom spent most of his time talking for both himself and his brother as Ghostking rarely spoke to others. He was quiet and withdrawn in nature, but Hauntedkingdom never faulted his brother for it as he was very patient with him. His intelligence is quite astounding for a young tom his age and Hauntedkingdom has learned by watching and observing. He likes to gaze around camp, taking in as much information as he can and storing it for later. Despite the chilling sounding of his name, Hauntedkingdom is a laid-back, selfless tom that always has a smile on his face and a friendly greeting for everyone that passes. Warrior
SOLSTICESONG roleplayed by Archerz A solstice is an astronomical event that occurs twice each year as the Sun reaches its highest or lowest excursion relative to the celestial equator on the celestial sphere. The solstices and the equinoxes are connected with the seasons. In many cultures, the solstice marks either the beginning or the midpoint of winter or summer. In the summer, the Solstice marks the longest day of the year. In the winter, it marks the shortest. The summer solstice, also known as Midsummer, many ancient religions and cultures celebrated fertility. It’s a time to honor the sun and earth. The winter solstice, on the other hand, celebrates rebirth. It’s often referred to as Yule and marks the shortest day of the year. The days weave into a song of celebration, which Solsticesong represents. Graceful and gentle, she moves in the same way as a song. She changes as the solstice does, bright and happy in Summer, but dark and quiet in winter. Her pelt is golden like the sun, yet her eyes are blue as ice. Her mother, Lilystar, died giving birth to her, Blackdancer, Oceanripple, and Isolatedsky. She refused to have a mother figure after that, she was fine with her father, Hawk. She grew up being protective over her siblings, never wanting them to hurt like Solsticesong was inside. This may perhaps be the only trait of hers that doesn’t go along with her name. Other than that, her name describes her perfectly. She is a solstice song and she embraces it. After a long time, she left her siblings and home to join Earthclan once Moosestar came to power. Moons later, she became deputy and then leader of the group. Unfortunately, that didn't last long before she fell out of power and completely disappeared. When she returned, Earthclan was gone, causing her to flee to Fallclan. Warrior
Post by MorteAutumnal on Sept 25, 2020 9:36:44 GMT -5
EMBERTIGER roleplayed by MorteAutumnal Anger clouds the mind. Muddles it. Makes things blurry red. The color of rage is red. He would know he sees it a lot. But even still you would think after awhile he would realize that anger is not the best course of action. He doesn't. Embertiger has always been a fighter. Since the day he was born he was pushing his three brothers out of the way to get to eat first. Picking on his brothers while playing and always going too far and injuring one of them. He usually got the brunt of their jokes. He was the bonehead, the short fuse, the jerk. But that's all a front. A wall. He uses that facade to protect the one thing he told himself he would never let get broken. His heart. He's always been the hot headed brother but deep down he is passionate and quite caring. He just shows it in funny ways sometimes. Being the biggest of his brothers he is usually the protecter, a huge dark brown tiger tabby maine coon with huge paws and a fierceness to him in just his gaze alone. Eyes like honey, whiskey amber that glow with the sun. He is quite the handsome devil, now if only his personailty would improve. As fate would have it he stumbled upon a pretty shecat that led his heart on quite a chase. Thinking she was from another clan he kept her a secret, she even brought around a couple of other she-cats that got along with his brothers as well. That is....until they tried to kill them...That event along changed him, and not for the better. He tossed love to the curb that day. Because it's all a lie in the end right? So he spends his time flirting and chasing she-cats but never settling down and never really connecting. There's no rest for the wicked. So if you can't beat em' join em right? Warrior
SPLITWOLF roleplayed by MorteAutumnal Splitwolf ; As a young kit he was always fascinated by the things around him? What made a star? What made the streams move? Where did the rainclouds come from? Curious. He was always curious. His brothers had all thought he always had his head in the clouds but what they didn't know was that he was learning everything he could. Even with being the leaner of his brothers he was fast and wily and was able to memorize their usual movements while sparring to learn how to counter attack effectively. Making him a very skilled opponent. Splitwolf prefers words over fighting, as an intellectual he thinks fighting can be a waste. But even still, he knows that sometimes it is the only way. He can be perceived as naive. In a way he is, always prefering to see the good in others before the bad. But don't get on his bad side. Once Splitwolf has determined you to be an enemy he is fierce and deadly in his strikes. He learned the hard way that not everyone is who they seem. He has the long scar on his flank to prove it, cutting through the long dark gray hair of his pelt. His eyes are a dark chocolate brown that are typically happy and kind, but as of recently they have lost their shimmer and have gone cold and dark like a winter storm cloud, roiling with thunder snow and suppressed rage. The trigger? A secret he is wise enough to keep to himself. This recent change has made him more withdrawn from others, not cruel but more...indifferent. That isn't to say he is rude, he is quite kind but keeps everything polite and cordial. Never letting his emotions out. Never giving himself away. Not again. Maybe not ever again... Warrior
AUTUMNALRITE roleplayed by MorteAutumnal "I am the Moon and the Sun that surrounds you. I am the heaven and the h.ll that you crave. I am the queens and the kings that you bow to. I am the name written on your grave." Heart beating quickly she runs on shaking legs. Faster! Faster! "I am the daydream,.bring you faith and conviction. I am the nightmare you've been crawling through." He's gaining on her now. She won't make it. There's no way out. He will take her. He will break her down into nothing. She will be nothing. Because she was everything he wanted. "I am the righteous, the touched and the holy. I am the voodoo that you want to believe." Screams pierce the night's summer song. Cries for help. Cries for mercy. But no one will save her. She has no help coming. She is alone. And he has already taken what he wanted. Stumbling, bloody back to her home she cries. Tears lost in the soft midsummer breeze as it turns cool. Autumn is coming. She will face this night again come that time. Her namesake calls to her. Stirs something deep in her bones. Awakens something dark something broken. "I am the angels that hold and surround you. I am the demon you're afraid to need." Her physical appearance would be deceiving. Slender and purely feminine. Golden hued coat dappled and dotted in traditional bengal rosettes. Eyes the color of shimmering golden leaves ready to fall from on high to the ground below to rest. She is a picture of beauty and grace. And yet she is broken inside. Often talking to herself, seeing things, hearing voices that aren't there. At night she relives her torture. The only piece of reality she has been able to hold onto is that if her kits. "I am the temple that will bless and feed you. I am the religion keeping you in chains." Autumnalrite. A lost soul among the clan. With a blood thirsty edge to her that only comes out when she is in battle and she usually doesn't stop. She stays away from battle now and stays within the camp to keep herself in check. All the anger and pain seeps out if she doesn't. It's hard for her to keep a conversation, as her mind is no longer as sharp as it used to be to hold onto thoughts. She is often plagued by nightmares and visions of her torturer. A rouge that had taken her as she was out on a solo hunting mission. She had once been a bright light within these camp walls. And now that light has been dimmed. Which is what he had wanted. She is thankful none of her kits ended up looking like him. Or...had one? Had one had that same tawny pelt, and the same made colored eyes that had taunted her. No she's certain there wasn't a single kit that had looked like him. Or at least...that she can remember. "I am the cure that you pray will find you. I'm the disease running through your veins." Warrior Mate: None Kits: Petrichorkit, Maplekit, Dagwoodkit, & Hemlockkit. Elmwoodkit (deceased)
