Foxkit [ step ]
Δƨн
Owning the rare gift of never saying a word too many. Foxstep is neither a blubbering fool nor a cowardly lion who quivers at her own voice. Foxstep's greatest skill is her words, and she isn't going to ruin it for anything. Cunning in her own right, Foxstep is neither nieve nor stupid. Foxstep does not walk, she struts. Every step always seems to have been premeditated and with the added kick of a foxes elegance. Strategy is one of Foxstep's strong points. Whether it be battle, hunting or merely what to eat, she has a plan for that. Foxstep has a slow fuse when it comes to her anger. It is rare for her to lash out or become unstable when she is angry. A very calm she-cat, often resorting to wit to prove her points. She knows she is above petty arguments and will often gain an arrogant edge when the cat she is arguing with is fumbling like a witless badger trying to keep up with her fast-paced words. Quick-thinking. However, her mind is anything but empty. Never is her mind quiet, it is always intense and focused. A very sly she-cat who can find the loophole in any situation. Skilled at baffling the cats she is; with great ease, tricking. Not a she-cat to trust quickly, Foxstep isn't above selling out her own blood kin in order to save her hide. When her personality is out for the public to see, Foxstep is not an easy she-cat to overlook. However, when she rests in her silents, then she is surprisingly invisible. This is when she uses her second best skill of observing unseen. Nother slips past Foxstep's keen gaze. Mischievous and determined to uncover trouble when she is bored. a perfect blend between stalky and nimble. Long lets but a broad body. Mostly her pelt is a dusty grey with white spots. Somewhat resembling a red fox, only grey instead of red. Her chin, underbelly and tail tip are white. Foxstep also has white sockets of her paws. Her muzzle is long and pointed. Foxstep's tail is long and bushy. Half of her chin is white. Foxstep's nose is a dark grey while her whiskers are long and white. Built for stealth and camouflage. However, Foxstep is also agile, quick and swift. A pair of light green eyes with a hint of yellow near the pupils complete her look. Thus, giving Foxstep an overall attractive appearance. Born in WaterClan, both her parents reside in the Clan. Her mother is Redrose while Foxstep's father is Eternityflame. Born to a litter of six, Foxstep is very loyal to her siblings. Her brothers are Pandanose, Frogleaf and Litterbear. Foxstep also has two sisters, Skypelt and Vixenfur. Adaptable to any situations, she has an increased awareness of her surroundings. Curious and courageous. Foxstep can be playful and very entertaining, as well as charming. A fiery she-cat full of passion and desire to do the right action. Regardless of her calmness, Foxstep find it difficult to share her emotions and express how she feels. It is one of her biggest downfalls. Foxstep doesn't believe in luck, she believes in opportunity. Clever with quick mental responsiveness, Foxstep is persistent. Despite her hard outer layer, Foxstep saves her gentleness for her true friends and siblings. Proving to be a reliable friend when it boils down to it. Brave and fierce in battle. However, if Foxstep could chose between hunting and fighting, she'd chose hunting. Intelligent and swift in tricky situations, Foxstep is not the type of cat to grow weary when it is called for. Using her observational skills, Foxstep normally can see through deception. However, despite her wisdom, she can often be very sceptical of others. Slow to trust knew cats. This may or may not be something to be concerned about.

CUMINKIT [ frost ]
Δƨн
Particular. That is a word the perfectly describes Cuminfrost. She is particular about everything. Picky, even. About the cats she hangs around, the food she eats the very air she breathes. If it is even a sliver less than her version of perfection, she will boldly display her displeasure. A fairly spicy she-cat with a certain kind of flare. Without even trying, cats already know where they stand on thier opinion of her. It is simple. Either they hate her guts with a passion, or like her. No in between. Just black and white. No grey. Just like Cuminfrost herself. It is either this or that, no in between. What comes around, goes around with this she-cat. Treat her with respect, and Cuminfrost will gladly return the favour. Treat her distastefully, and she will just as eagerly return the gesture. Cuminfrost is an aromatic she-cat. Easily attracted to pleasant smelling plants, prey and cats. It may be obvious, but Cuminfrost doesn't find making friends easy. She has a few, tight, few. That is just how Cuminfrost likes it as well. Unchanging friendships. With her select group of friends, she will turn her fiery temper towards any cat who so much as looks at one of her pupils oddly. Protective of the cats she chooses to be friends with. Cuminfrost is equally faithful. That is a big thing for Cuminfrost. Faithfulness. In any form of relationship with her, it is mandatory. If it is not there, then neither is she. If it so much as flickers, she is gone. A she-cat who strongly believes in justice, and will strive for it when a wrong has been committed. Despite her strong personality, Cuminfrost can be patient. Despite the fact her personality may scream that Cuminfrost has an overload of ego; however, it is the exact opposite. She often views herself as a failure and is very small in confidences. To confront her on this will immediately make her stumble and daze her. A minor compliment will cause this usually strong-willed she-cat shy. Cuminfrost fails to see her hidden worth and covers it up by coming on strong. Fidelity. Often regarding and observing other cats with mild interest. She sometimes like to see herself as the defender of the weak, for she is powerful when she confronts a bully. Courageous. Cuminfrost is very devoted to those she cares about. She is very sincere and will not sugar-coat her opinions. Often doing her best to encourage her friends and family to do what their heart desire. Cuminfrost would sacrifice everything for them. Comunity is everything to Cuminfrost. Patriotic towards BrookClan. Cuminfrost often lives in her thoughts and seeks comfort from within. She does have small ambitions; however, does not believe that she deserves them. Cuminfrost is surprisingly stunning, even if she fails to see so. Her pelt is a lovely solid light brown, without the contamination of tabby markings. Elegant. Her paws are a nice, crisp white that stands out against her brown pelt. Her nose is brown while her whiskers are long, thin and white. Either her eyes are chilling or rigid, the irises are a luminous green. Truely, she is beautiful but deadly. Cuminfrost doesn't know who her father is, and doesn't care. Her mother is Saltpebbler and her uncle is Pepperfur. Born to a litter of four. Her sister's name is Paprikapelt. Cuminfrost also has two brother, Saffronleaf and Oreganodash. All of who she can easily keep in line. Easily annoyed, Cuminfrost can seem cold or loveless. If anything, she is just downright difficult! She reveals in it. Conscious and the unconscious. Stinging remarks. Intelligent, clever and cunning. Cuminfrost is alright at both hunting and fighting. Slightly better at fighting. It is in conversation and loyalty when she truly shines. Particularily.

MARGAYKIT
ash
Born a hunter. Margaykit's greatest quality is his patience. The ability to wait for the right moment to act without becoming irritable. Margaykit takes pride in his independence and ability to work soundly on hos own. However, he does not mind enjoying social connections every now and again. In his spare time, Margaykit has the spirit of adventure. Hungry for a good time and sharing his findings. Courageous. Margaykit is one to acknowledge his fears; however, not allow them to consume him. Using his fears to make him a better cat. Another side of Margaykit is a deep, relaxed connection with self. He knows who he is and what his value is. Margaykit does not require another to sugarcoat him, nor does he need another approval. He is a tom who heals from the inside out. If he is not warm and rosy on the inside, then he will reflex it on the outside. If he is well on the inside, then he will reflect that. Another one of Margaykit's traits is curiosity. He is always eager to explore the unknown of the unconscious. One of Margaykit's favorite pass times is just being. Basking in his own consciousness, turning over the events of old. Seeking and finding contentedness in the feeling. Then, simply wrapping himself in it and allowing himself to feel a sense of rightness. One of the advantages to being laid back is astute. Margaykit may not spot it so all can see, but he is clever. Margaykit has the ability to assess situations or cats and turn this to his advantage. A secretive tom, Margaykit is not the type to give up his secrets easily. Mysterious in his silents, Margaykit radiates a low glow of intelligences. Margaykit tends to be more intuitive that rely upon real facts. He will decide if he trusts a cat based on how he feels about them. Regardless, Margaykit is very selective about those he hangs around with. He is a rather slim tom with golden ginger fur with tints of grey. Part of his muzzle and underbelly are white. He has burnt caramel colored spots with a few stripe-like markings. His fur is slightly long due to being part Turkish Angora, and his pelt markings are that of his father who was a Bengal. His nose is rustic pink while his whiskers are long and white. He has a pair of watchful, leaf green eyes. Margaykit was born in DayClan; however, he is not of DayClan decent. His mother came from NightClan, but before that, he does not even know. Margaykit's father was a loner who his mother came across on her way to DayClan, who parted ways with her soon after meeting. Margaykit's mother is Voodoospiral. Even if he never had a father, his mother twins sister and his aunt; Tabobreeze, made up for it. Margaykit doesn't know much about her grandparents other than their names. Blackmagic was his grandmother and Flamemaster was his grandfather. Margaykit has three uncles, Jynxfire of NightClan as well as Cursedtempest and Hexdust of SunClan. He has one other aunt; Spellcaster, of MoonClan. Margaykit was born to a litter of six. He has three sisters, Caracalpaw, Servalpelt and Oncillagrowl. He also has two brothers, Ocelotstrike and Lynxflame. Margaykit is a playful tom who is full of zeal. Bright, wise and cunning. A strong-willed tom who will protect those he loves and DayClan, even against his kin on the outside. If anything, Margaykit is loyal to DayClan, and DayClan alone.

OUTSIDER-KEDI roleplayed by ASH
As far back as I can remember, I was always the Suckling with my head resting on my forearms. Eyes glued, looking at everyone outside, having a good time. Maybe. Just maybe. If I was lucky, I may be included in their games, but I never really feel like I belong. No matter how hard I tried, I was always the odd cat out, last one picked for tag, the mistake, the abomination... the outsider. It was never an option to fit in, no matter how much I longed for and fought for it. "In a field, I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am, I am what is missing” [ "Keeping Things Whole" by Mark Strand. ] Never accepted by society, I had learned life's bitter truth before the first time I saw a white coat stained in the scarlet blood of a fellow; fallen, feline. There is no place for a cat like myself that is set out in stone. Either I die, or I pave my own path. I demand what is rightfully mine. Take it by force. Recognition. Isolation from society; even if it is just a word away, can do some scary things to a mind. I do not belong to a particular social group, even if I do reside in, Toxicity. I am detached from the activities and concerns of the community. Obviously, I hunt and fight for Toxicity. Otherwise I would have been slayed where I stood long ago. Socially inclined, one might dare say, but by force. If I could not be part of the group physically or emotionally, then I will be part of the group mentally. How, you may ask? Quiet observation. I am a quiet character. Always watching. Saying little. If I dare to find my tongue, then I am either silenced or unacknowledged. Yet another clear indication that I never truly belonged in the environment in which I grew up in. I like to call it my secret weapon, reading cats. Getting to know them, their personality, without even having to really talk to or get to know them verbally. It is all in their gestures. Everyone else is just to dimwitted to see it. But I see it, and I will use it. There is another reason why I am not allowed to speak, and that is because no one trusts me. I am what you might call, silver-tongued. I could talk my way out of a foxes belly. Or worm my way back in. Growing up, I was fed the thought that I was a long shot. I wasn't given chance to prove of winning; let along, considered to be good enough for the chance of winning. It was a vacuum. As I grew older, the hunger to be recognized grew with me. I had always been rejected. I never belonged. Not fitting in. I had enough of being thrown to the side. I learned that the only way I could get attention, was through mischief. Misbehaving. Only, not in a blind, misguided way. A brightness in my madness. I do not mean to brag, but I am clever, and I notices things. Being the outsider pays off in the sense. I am a different kind of beast. Physically and emotionally different. Perhaps becoming the Outsider was a given, it was something I could not avoid. It is who I am, and I am who he is. While most of my peers may rely on; even worship, strength. Impatient. Impulsive. Not I. I win my wars differently. Where they are physical, I am all mental. I think ten steps ahead of the game. I plan out eventualities. Whether short term or long term. My actions are like dominos. All a ripple in my greater plan. Whatever I does, it is garmented that it has been well thought out and with such precise calculation, that I confidently carry them out. However, even the well thought out plans can be unraveled by those who do not know how to play my game. Very well. I am a sly, quick-witted genius! If my plan is foiled, then I will simply think on my feet. As I grow from Suckling to Rookie then; at last; Gladiator, I will be an even more sinister character to meddle with. I become deeply buried in anger and resentment. Towards who? Anyone. Anything. Bloodkin. Allies. Loyalties. Once well thought out plans bellow out in thick, black plume of smoke. Acting irrational and out of desperation at times. Rooted in pain. Rooted in rejection. Rooted in a hunger for acknowledgement. A new breed of beast. OI became the perfect cocktail of emotional damage and smug arrogance. Being completely aware of his nature, and enjoying ever succulent moment of sweet indulgence in it. I do not want; let alone need, sympathy from anyone. Really nasty, be really elegant with it. Distant. Spitting at those who dare approach me and my world. Apathetic of those who should mean the world to me. [ Sighs. ] What does an Outsider look like? Always, it is my appearance. They could care less about my heart or my soul. It is never about my wants and my needs. It is always, what I look like. I look like ... something the cat dragged in. My long fur resembles that of a porcupine, as it sticks out in whichever way it pleases. No matter how much I try to smooth it, sleek it down, it always pops back up again. Wire in appearance. Asides from that, I am a black and white tom. My skull, flank and most of my legs are dominated by black fur. My chest paws and tail tips are dominated by white fluffy. In between, are white dapples hear and there. My whiskers are unruly. Long, curling towards my chest. Ragged and alien. They are white. My nose is hard to distinguish from the rest of my face, for it is also black. As for my eyes? They say that eyes are the windows to our souls. They are blue. I was not born in Toxicity, but I was raised in it. With my mother, Honey, I came to live in the group with the rest of my littermates. Mostly a male dominated litter, it was never a friendly environment to begin with. My brothers go by the names Nightmare, Monster, Darkness and Snake. I was never fond of them. I have one sister, Portal. To be quite honest, I never liked any of my siblings, come to think of it. They could never understand me, nor I, them. Where some may be sadistic about inflicting physical pain, I find my taste runs towards mental anguish. "Fair is foul and foul is fair." [ Macbeth, William Shakespeare. ] Resilient in most cases, I am not easily bent into submission. I do not believe in karma, or reincarnation or even in an afterlife. All I believe in is favours. Mercy; to me, is like a favour. It is one that is to be returned how it is due. I am not a cat to be trusted lightly. Deception and vindication weight heavily on my heart. I do not forgive easily. I have considered leaving Toxicity. Seeing the world, seek for a place to settle. Deviant. If didn’t belong in Toxicity, why should I feel like I belong anywhere else? It is a pointless game of cat and cat, that I will not play. It is not my nature. I am usually disciplined in my emotions, cunning in how I hide what I am truly thinking. My real motives. However, you seem like a trustworthy character. Perhaps I could desolate upon you my last, remaining secret. One that might very well follow me to my grave. I am being devoured by loneliness. Some tell me it is all in my mind. That I brought this upon myself. It is a barrier that I set up myself, and blame the bystanders for not stopping me from creating it. Drinking position and expecting another cat to die. I... I am uncertain. I have been living this way for so long, there may not be a chance of ever redeeming myself. Maybe there is still hope of redemption. Or maybe, one day, I will finally accept it. One day I will learn there is nothing more for me here. In Toxicity, or even in life. Learn that I'm not welcome, and will never get the approval I so longs for. Yes. I seek and long for approval. One last secret, is that I always push those who actually try to reach me, away. I assume they are just like the rest. Sheep in wolves closing. Act like I do not want contact from the outside world.

DIAMONDKITmask / Δƨн
Adamantinos is the Greek word for diamond. Adamas, meaning indomitable, unbreakable, or untamable. Diaphanus meaning transparent. Being a single, little she-cat born with a couple of big brothers, one has to be unbreakable; or at least, pretend to be. Diamondmask demands clarity from does who speaks to her; however, is quick to pardon herself from her own ideals. A she-cat who admires wisdom and strides towards gaining as much of it as she can. Diamondmask is not an ordinary she-cat; however, not extraordinary. Full of energy and imagination. Diamondmask is creative and intuitive. Always eager to open her mind to the unknown, and sharing her findings with her friends. Even in failure, Diamondmask finds the victory of learning from her mistakes. Strong; not in muscle, but in mind. Fortitude is something Diamondmask finds herself awestruck and hoping that if she was ever put in the situation, that she would be strong enough to endure. Facing danger with fearlessness and courage, she quite enjoys a good rush of panic. Regardless, Diamondmask easily flips on her mask of innocents to cover up her unseemly behavior. A she-cat who is strong in love and fidelity. Diamondmask values and embraces strength of character, ethics and faithfulness to oneself and others. If that does not exisst within a cat, then DIamondmask has no problem turning her back on them. Diamondmask naively holds on to trust and truth above all else. She believes that she can tell the differences for herself. A tiny little thing, Diamondmask is a light she-cat. A pure, snow white she-cat. Her nose is a dainty, soft pink while her whiskers are white, blending into her pelt with ease. Diamondmask's gaze are flashing prisms of brilliant, crystal blue fire. Diamondmask was born in MoonClan. Her mother is Bleedingheart whom Diamondmask loves dearly. Being born with three brothers and no sisters. Diamondmask is a bit of a tom-cat because of her siblings. Her brothers are Rubyrain, Sapphirespark and Emerald-day. One of Diamondmaks's greatest skills is to hide her true character and feelings when she needs to be conspicuousness. Pretense if Diamondmask second greatest skill. Eloquent when hiding things she does not wish to be seen. Diamondmask is not that great of a fighter due to being so small; however, she is anything but a push over. Warmhearted and sweet towards all, Diamondmask has a strong moral compass. Staunch towards MoonClan and the Warrior code. Regardless, Diamondmask enjoys mystery and often seeks adventure if she has some free time on her paws.

Steve
Kittypet of an animal biologist sets out to research what it's like to be a wild cat. 
Insists on calling animals by their Latin name. Ex instead 9f cats saying Felis Catus, 

IVORYROSE 2.0

gets rejected by her mate once he finds out that she's pregnant. Bitter and resentful towards her kits. Probably does bare minimum in the ways of parenting: feeds them and that's it.