LIGHTENINGSTRIKE ; Adult Rogue ;; Evil
“What do you want?” I ask with my paws stained with your blood from a freshly opened wound , a smirk on my face. You reply “I just want to find prey.” I scoff and lash out with my bloody claws. “Leave before I kill you and make you my prey!” I hiss at you and allow you to run , before I come after you , then your dead. I love to run and play twisted games with my victims. I was raised this way raised to kill. Born to a rogue gang, I killed many cats, cats who double crossed me, or just got in my way. I am a very unmerciful cat. My Parents where true followers of the gang. They fought for the gang, and did everything they could. They killed , hunted and even feasted on their enemies. I grew up learning to kill and fight for myself. When my parents died in a battle when I was just 4 Moons Old. I escaped the battle with a few scratches and a broken leg. My leg never fully healed so I have a slight limp. I have learned to deal with it, and I am still alive. After I escaped I lived in an abandoned house, nursing myself back to health, cleaning out all the mice in the house. I have been living on my own ever since. I fight for my life and for my home. I don’t know if I will ever join a Clan or any group, but if I do, I guess I will have to learn how to live in a group again. Having a mate or kits? I don’t know. I hope someday I can but don’t know who or when I will have one or even kits. I am a dark grey oriental with black stripes with white on my chest and paws. I am tall and lanky, I am fast and love to run. Fighting is also something I love to do, but I don’t do it for fun, I do it to protect myself, my family and home. My eyes are a reddish-orange amber coloring that blazes like fire. I am named Lightening because well of my speed and how I can just lash out at anytime, if tested. I gave myself the last part strike do to me striking down my enemies, therefore , my name became Lighteningstrike. So I suggest you don’t get on my bad side. I also don’t know what I believe but whatever it is I hope it will surface and give me a sign.
Sungmetutanka

BRIZO roleplayed by GidgetGal // SENIOR KITTYPET // NEUTRAL GOOD
Beauty. She drifts through the day with such beauty, no one can help but stare. Every cat yearns to be just like Brizo, with her fantastic element of attraction. A soft cream tabby she-cat with oceaniac blue eyes, she was born and raised a full-blooded Scout of the Renegade Regime, but was captured by invading twolegs during a routine border patrol. Already having grown bored and tired of tunnel life, Brizo accepted the fate of a kittypet, and wears her collar as a badge of retirement. Nowadays her goal in life is to live and grow old comfortably, watching her gorgeous daughters grow up and have families of their own. Though she's had several mates in the past, all of her kits were fathered by the same tom, and since then she's sworn herself off from romance for good. She's far too old for that kind of nonsense anyway. Instead, her hobbies are to go out and educate the city youth of what the clans and revolutionary groups are really like, and give advice to the clan cats that happen to pass by. Kind and loving, with a heart of gold, Brizo is one of the best felines you'll ever meet.

CALLIOPE roleplayed by GidgetGal // ADULT KITTYPET // LAWFUL NEUTRAL
Calliope; the muse of poetry. The natural leader of her nine sisters, she can come up with a perfect haiku, sonnet, or limerick to describe a situation or even just the natural world around her. She strives to be the one who always has a cool head when times are tough, though her works always hint at her real hot-headed attitude. Her pelt is soft and fluffy, a beautiful dark chocolate-brown, but her eyes are without a doubt her most catching feature. They are an electrifying gold like her father Zeus, and serve as mirriors to her deepest emotions. While she isn't exactly fond of kittypet life, she stays for her mother Brizo, who she loves more than anything. She is dedicated to taking care of her mother for the rest of her life, along with her nine sisters Clio, Euterpe, Thalia, Melpomene, Terpsichore, Erato, Polyhmnia, and Urania; who all share a very close bond. Calliope's favorite pastime is to wander into the bright lights of the city, searching for new inspiration for her works, but in the end she will always return home to her family.

URANIA roleplayed by GidgetGal // ADULT KITTYPET // CHAOTIC GOOD
Daughter of Brizo and Zeus. Sister to Calliope, Clio, Euterpe, Thalia, Melpomene, Terpsichore, Erato, and Polyhymnia. The muse of astronomy. A stunning she-cat with short cream fur, and tan tabby stripes that adorn her face, legs, back, and tail. Her eyes are the shade of a setting sun, a rich gold color. She tends to be soft spoken, not out of shyness but rather because she is too busy thinking of other things. She is often daydreaming or staring off into space, leading to a lot of cats to believe that she isn't smart. However it is quite the opposite; Urania is an extremely bright cat. She is able to remember anything to do with the moon cycles, constellations, or anything to do with the sky above. But she knows more than that, she understands the basics of survival and many different customs of the forest cats. That is mostly due to her constant wandering. Short journeys always start out as a short walk out of the garden, though one thing leads to another and she ends up somewhere totally new. Yet she can always find her way back home thanks to the stars. Even though she is always exploring she would never leave her family. While she has little or no feelings about her father, she cares a lot about her mother and sisters. Even though she is the youngest, she is more than willing to stand up for any of her sisters and to protect her mom. After all, to her they are the sun, the moon, and stars.

CLOVER ; adult ; lawful good
Clover is a small black she-cat with piercing green eyes with an unfortunate history. Abandoned by her mother as a kitten, a young woman with dark hair and makeup scooped up the cold kitten and took her in as her own. Her name was Oliva. She named her kitten Clover because of her magnificent eyes. They became best friends. Olivia practiced witchcraft, and Clover became her familiar. Clover was able to learn about various herbs and spells with her guardian. One day, Olivia became sad. She stopped showering, going to work, and started crying a lot. Clover did her best to cheer her up but was soon abandoned. One day, Clover woke up to Olivia's lifeless body in the bathtub. The distressed cat slept by her side for months. Eventually, a very hungry Clover said her goodbyes and left the apartment. She kept wearing the blessed pentagram collar that Olivia had put around her neck the day they met. It's her only reminder of her best friend. Clover traveled to the forest miles away where her and Olivia would practice magic and pray. She decided to stay and become one with nature like her best friend always wanted to do. Clover strongly follows her Pagan traditions and prays to The Goddess to keep Olivia safe each night. She is full of love and compassion and truly believes in the saying, "An it harm none, do what ye will." She has the utmost respect for all life, and strives to remain positive on the darkest days.
cloverpool

HOD ; Senior ; Lawful Evil
An undersized dark gray tabby with thick fur and baleful brown eyes, he was handsome in his prime, but as he grows older he is a little too scruffy, and stress has shot his coat with paler silver strands. The same silver settled like a faint mask around his eyes and muzzle, where the fur is thinner, and his long drooping whiskers are grey and frizzled. Hod is a powerful tomcat, proud and authoritative, and he expects his family to do as they are commanded. His daughter Dahlia is troublingly errant in her ways, and sometimes he wonders if he has been too soft in her upbringing; perhaps if he struck her more or harder when she disobeyed him, she would be more proper. He is a loudly opinionated cat and has no respect for so-called authority, which can get him into plenty of trouble. He is a very traditional cat and proud holds to his values.
Cleaver

Esther ; Senior Loner ; Lawful Evil
Agouti ticked fur and hazel eyes make up this tiny lady. Her fur is always groomed to perfection, nails kept trimmed, head held high and body posed in every way. She's the lady of the land, a noble by all rights. Loyal, devote, gossiping, Esther runs her household with an iron paw. She gives no leway even to her only daughter Dahlia. Hod may believe he runs the house and in many ways he does, but Esther knows that she's truly the one in charge, at least in her eyes she is. Headstrong and stubborn, this she-cat backs down from now one. She's not afraid to tell you how improper your being or even to scold a stranger. This singapura is small but has a big attitude. Esther may never have loved Hod, but he was her intended partner arranged by her own parents for her best interest. Trying to do the same for Dahlia has proven to be more of a struggle than anything she's ever done before. Conservative Esther could not believe her ears when her daughter claimed to be one of those freaks of nature that admired those of the same sex. How dare her daughter to disrespect her like that! Esther would see her daughter happily engaged to a tom of her choosing, one that was like Hod and could provide their family with an heir.
paogirl18

Rodan; Adult Rouge; Chaotic evil
A large, muscular, medium furred, chocolate tom with ginger highlights and eyes the color of burning embers. Cunning, clever, ambitious. Rodan is both a cat of words and action. Driven by his insatiable lust for power he will stop at nothing to get what he desires. Though he is in almost every sense of the word blood thirsty, and won't hesitate to kill when needed he knows that putting on the charm can work just as well when it comes to getting what he wants. Silver-tongued he could spin a story so convincing some would say the dead would believe him. He values honesty and loyalty above all else, and only lets those few who he dares to trust in his circle. A cat of his word nothing that escapes his lips is ever technically a lie. He is not above manipulating others to do this bidding but, the trick is to make you want to do it of your own free will. Always a cat of his word he'll never make a promise he doesn't intend to keep. True to himself and his feelings he tolerates others when he needs to but, if you make it into his inner circle then you truly have earned either his respect or, trust. If he doesn't like you you'll know it. He believes his path is a righteous one, that he was born for this purpose, born to lead his followers into a new era, one he is not afraid to pave in blood if necessary.
Stark Raving Mad

FUNKBEAT ; adult loner ; chaotic neutral
Ah, hello Sir? Ma'am? Hardly matters. You can't hide those wounds from my all seeing eyes. The way your muscles tense, eyes dart around and jaw clenches. You're in distress, no? What? You're not injured? Hahaha. Of course you're not. But you are unhappy, no? It hardly matters why. A bruised conscience is just as bad as a broken leg. If you can't think properly, how do you expect to contribute to your clan or group at all? Or function at all? Next thing you know, you'll be letting birds get away and the injured ones around you will be your allies. Resentment grows, you'll only get worse. Before you know it, you'll be no better than carrion along the side of the road. But today is your lucky day, my friend. You have unknowingly visited Funkbeat, Great Genius. You want happiness? Purpose? Be my guest! Please, right this way. What? A con artist? You really are delusional now, aren't you? We need to treat you stat. Look at me, my good cat. No con can keep up an appearance like this. Observe this lean muscle of one who is able to sustain themselves, the soft and kept auburn fur I'm able to keep, these dark bengal like spots and stripes that are reminiscent of royalty. Are these the light green eyes of a liar? Even my mouth is white, like my words that are pure and true. This and more can all be yours. All you must do is come with me. Please, don't be shy. Let me put you at ease. Your worries, loneliness, hardship, disappointment, grief and so much more will turn into happiness. Don't be shy, let me put you at ease. Simply making others happy is my dream, and I'll be one step closer with your help? Fine? You'll come? Great, right this way. If you want to show your thanks, be sure to appreciate the Great Genius Funkbeat... You want happiness and quick? Got it.
bananice