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hello my name isxen you can call me xenjamin or xantham or whatever you want really! this is where i write about cats please feel free to message dm whatever you want i am an open book being written and rewritten by a vengeful god ∞ <3 see u around
PRONOUNS: he.him.xi.xir.xe.xen GENDERS: boy creature EONS ALIVE: too many (not a minor)
holy toledo what songs do ya know!?
terracotta splinters in the soles of my feet layout by xen xoxo
stressed out oldest brother brings his aging parents and bunch of young siblings to sunclan after defecting from the day due to religious essentialism. the believer son, the quiet mother with shifty eyes, and the father who knows that the only god-given thing in this world is to get to work. ex-maverick father, pretty pretty mum, young ones fallen by the wayside of their older brother's fanaticism. praise the sun!
feat.
RAINFANG
a once-pretty blue she-cat with silver tips and yellow eyes. reserved. calculating. proper. dm to claim.
FALCONWATCHER
bolstered dark orange tabby with yellow-amber eyes stern. hardworking. intolerant. protective. dm to claim.
litter one VALERIANROIL see bio.
litter two NUTMEGPAW LARKPAW CARPENTERPAW AVOCETPAW HOLLYPAW
this is a family of wanton rogues. not in the traditional sense; nothing about any cat of this maggoty blood is traditional. the siblings are linked by gross oversight of their parents malaise, a generational curse that follows them like sewing thread, looping and unlooping through all their scarred skins: they worship twolegs. in fact, the patriarch of this amalgam's sacred mission is to hunt one. it's driven all his children bloody mad, the audacity of it, the yapping karma of the dark forest hot in all their ears at once, and a once-cultish brand of kittens is now suddenly questioning the soundness of Father's hunting words, his mission to topple and feed on a giant. this conflict is represented by YEW and YARROW, the moonlit twins; one sees the appeal, the other sees the abominable nature of it all and seeks to bring her family to mutiny, to break the silence and have her family exiled for treason. but when she looks into her brothers eyes, she wonders if change will be possible without violence. and then she wonders if change through violence is really much of a change at all.
NOTE: this cult family is always accepting! consult the green names in the name bank to your left for name suggestions. chosen blood is thicker than fate-given blood, no blood relation required.
feat.
CLEAVERSPIT
description. by xen.
SPIDERFIELD
description. dm to claim.
litter one GREYFEVER BEARTOOTH AUKLETKIT CINDERHOLLOW SPLINT-THROAT MAGGOTHATCH HORNETCLAMOR
the first family tree of hiddenchalice's blood. winterclan disciples of the blizzard, angelblind is a silent, devout queen of unwavering faith, and spearsummer wields a weapon of unprecedented scale – his spear. his son, tatteredfield, aims to create a new kind of warriorship in the clan, calls himself a Flagbearer of the Boreal Mountain, trying to claw his way out from under his father's shadow. all ego. clovenrunner is one of the fastest warriors on the avalanche rescue team. lariatwing, an incredible fighter, is learning how to braid some very strange sinews she found. and brawnheart is trying not to fight anymore, even to protect his runt sister, littleflower. though she gets picked on quite a lot, for some reason.
feat.
ANGELBLIND
description. dm to claim.
SPEARSUMMER
description. dm to claim.
litter one TATTEREDFIELD CLOVENRUNNER LITTLEFLOWER LARIATWING BRAWNHEART
the second branch of the spearsummer sire tree, a litter of splinters; aspendrought, now asp, is a dangerous loner and assassin with a vendetta for spearsummer's clan rights and the delusions of grandeur to make her borderless dreams reality. hiddenchalice, the oldest and the most distant, doesn't feel nearly as wise as she is to her mother's lunacy, and had her exiled for treason upon the discovery of a paper trail to dispose of a certain warlock. bisonshadow remains clanborn and shadow-made, unsure of where his allegiances lie, even in exile with his mother. mooneye was young enough when he defected that he was given only a kitten name, and splitspear is a lesson in duality even asp has trouble pinning down in the fractured family feud, unsure of whom he might betray next, or if he even knows the meaning of the word.
A cold and dark mutation. Keeper of secrets, blessed by the Northern One with sight of every horizon, through the pale. Hiddenchalice is an earned moniker as much as it is a warning; the blood of many has whispered to the bleach-blinded eye of WinterClan's Knight of the Wise on her way through the slow-moving ice of her fate, and no cat has felt the pull of the frozen stars as the half-blind warrior followed by a ghost. An astrologer and strategist, Hiddenchalice is a sharp-minded, quiet-tongued diplomat, with an uncanny intuition. Arranged marriages to strategic decisions, her sense for the underworld of meaning in day-to-day conversation is unmatched. She appears mostly white, long-furred, cracks of earthen brown and molten orange upon her legs, peeking through her snowy overcoat. Spots that she smothers with her gait, slinking and low to the mountains, like she is listening for their advice. Perfectly balanced, like a whet blade. Tall, dark-tufted ears betray her heritage; a mountain and a forest cat in one, stock-limbed and long-clawed, and there, her blind eye, somehow swimming with lucidity, focused on nothing here but something beyond the horizon. Perhaps her formless, borealis God. But as much as she whispers debt to the Northern Lord with every paw step, he is not what led her to her beloved Clan. In fact, it was her mother. An expat from a rank of spies long deceased and long mythologized for their silent fierceness, Hiddenchalice once believed she herself belonged to the clutches of outsiders, until her father, brave and heralded WinterClan warrior stock, discovered her mother's origins on the precipice of a snowy cliff. A hooked diamond of sacred make, jutting from an ice floe among the Jagged Falls. It rests in her den, covered by moss and lichen, and Hiddenchalice oft consults it for advice. She says it asks to be called the Godthief, and communes with it in secret; the messages she hears are in her own voice. When her father had taken Hiddenchalice there, to the falls, she felt home for the first time. She can often be found there, mumbling strategies and prayers, letting her soft-spoken nature fall to the bottom of the broken rocks and shatter as her mind sorts itself. A busy-minded she-cat she always was, but her silence never slowed her speed. As blunt as she is soft, she socializes minimally, but earnestly, and finds comfort in simply being able to observe the prosperity of her clan-mates. Her quick mind and patient tongue make her an excellent hunter; at least once a year, she has the pride of bringing a small hawk to the den of the clan, and her eyes shine with pride. Her bed is adorned with grey spotted feathers, clutched in amputated talons. In battle she is conservative, and as an apprentice, she was squalled for this. Her eye itself was not the result of a cautious step in battle; given from birth, her penchant for silence and secretiveness earned her her name, as despite her half-sight, she managed to find crags and crannies none of the other kits could fathom, and her parents were frightened for her loss many times. Her warrior name was awarded by her steadfast mentor, Stonechalice, who tended the falls and, each spring, assembled a small posse of strong cats to break up the ice floes blocking the fresh water to encourage the presence of fish and drinking rabbits. A victim of the falls themselves, Stonechalice perished on the cliffs one day, late in Hiddenpaw's training. Hiddenpaw gingerly slunk to the bottom of the falls, distraught, and tried for a full sun cycle to pull her mentor back to camp, but in her grief she could not find the strength, and was discovered by a dusk patrol, soaked in her mentor's blood. To this day, some think Hiddenchalice a murderer. To this day, she does not entertain her doubters. Hiddenchalice and her Godthief demand absolute loyalty to the Lord of the North, and despite her age, her naming of Knight was quick after her warrior naming and devoid of question, as she was appointed so due to discovering her mother's plot to assassinate Chaostheory, the Clan's Warlock. Her honour demanded she exile her kin to protect her Clan, and this deed earned her a place of trust among the high ranks, despite the bloody smear of Stonechalice upon her past. Some revel in the touching sentiment of Hiddenchalice continuing her beloved mentor's lineage, others cry foul and suspect it is a case of stolen identity, but either way, she is perfectly balanced on thin ice, and remains the most astute strategist in WinterClan. Her mind like a diamond, her tail a great grey plume of whispering spirits following behind, she is an unsuspecting candidate for the heart of the winter, and yet, winter stalks her heart all the same.
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