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[attr="class","myrc-2"] international cryptid who likes dramatic gay cat characters ♡ [break]
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I like an entourage of tropesand love exploring complex relationships, good or bad! I have a soft spot for villains who are sympathetic or just evil for the fun of it, but I'm a sucker for softness and found family. Previous leader of Springclan and Summerclan, previous MC for Winterclan and MCA for Summerclan; current deputy of Nightclan and MCA of Summerclan. [break] [break] I like ghosts, stop-motion, history, psychology, and shirts with fun patterns c: [break] I’m agender and use they/them pronouns <3 huge fan of women and gnc people (please sign my forehead if you fall under those categories) and i’m also somewhere on the ace spectrum. call me a triple A battery because I’m also autistic — so I might struggle with some social cues; forgive me on that one LOL [break] [break] PM me here or on discord if you want to plot, I'm open to almost anything and would love to plot!!! [break] gldcrst#3358
IDEAS » THIS PROBABLY WON'T GO ANYWHERE BUT OH MY GOD FOX GAVE ME THE BEST IDEA FHERekrg (I am a sucker for reincarnation stuff) but from the "my soul will always know yours" boom. reincarnation, a new life, the same soul, it always ends with them. a curse, or maybe a blessing, that they always find each other. two young apprentices far in the future, different lives, catch each others eyes and something just clicks, a recognition of sorts, there's a pull, like they're old friends. And maybe they are. OKAY DONE
TITLES » "in the garden of lilac and ruins" “now i stand in this emptiness” “yes I’d burn the world for you” "spring opens like a blade" “it’s cold, but in a springe way” "sit and rot; i hope you enjoy it"
♕ - STAFF POSITION; ♖ - RP POSITION;
SUMMERCLAN ♖ DAWNFLICKER as the dreamer — adventurer captain, ace-lesbian; ambivalent, kind, immature ♕ CYPRESSPAW {burn} as the helpful — mca, ace-pan; kind, diplomatic, sad SHADEDSUN as the lover — denwatcher/queen, bisexual; kind, anxious, dependent BUTTERCUPHOP as the inventor — trapper, bisexual; passionate, charismatic, trivial MONSTERPAW {fright} as the fighter — apprentice, repressed gay; angry, frivolous, ashamed PETUNIAKIT {temper} as the pacifist — kit, biromantic; stern, solitary, gentle NECTARINEPAW {cruor} as the warden — apprentice, straight; dependent, wistful, apathetic
WINTERCLAN
NIGHTCLAN ♕ SNOWBLISTER as the haunted — deputy (superior), lesbian; guilty, eager, misguided ♖ ERIS as the twisted — royal physician (royal), unlabeled; innovative, optimistic, unstable ♖ DRUZYPRINCE / LAERTES as the puppet — royal guard (royal), ace-gay; paranoid, hidden, quiet OLEANDERCURSE as the performer —warrior (reporter), undecided; manipulative, infatuated, lost DUSKHAUNTING as the pessimist — warrior (inferior), lesbian; stubborn, fearful, cold PRIMROSEKIT {misfortune} as the stubborn — kit (future reporter), bi-poly; rowdy, opinionated, righteous CATERPILLARPAW {crux} as the ? — apprentice (inferior), bisexual;
PRIMAL INSINCT SINCLAIR as the puzzling — pi hunter, bisexual; calm, impulsive, indifferent
LONER ♖ WICKEDLAMB as the survivor — travelling with bacchuslanguor, demisexual; rowdy, violent, playful
LADYSORROW — the pessimistic princess kier + eris line; class: royal; alignment: neutral evil image "A chronic pessimist, she seems to exist in the vacuum of her own misery, looking out at the world through dull green eyes as if it existed in a fog. She knows of how her mother was driven to insanity, and Ladysorrow fears the same fate — and so, she keeps everything at arms length, and it is no wonder she lives in a haze when she refuses getting attached. Blessed with an aching apathy for the world around her, she passes beauty, violence, love, without a second glance or a tip of her head, and yet there is still something so sad about her, something that comes from the emptiness. Where these expressions and emotions should lie there is an abyss of her own making instead. Her demeanor is calm and collected, an air of sophistication and whimsy that still makes room for her opinionated, curious personality, something that is still graced with a quiet cruelty. It is easy to overlook every red flag, every icy stare, every trick, in favour of the softness she perpetuates. Her fur is a feathery grey with pale stripes, white chest fading into it and down to her stomach and legs, and her features have the same signature look that Kier has — the wide set, big ears and sloped face, slim and lithe. Her eyes, faded green, can shift in a second, serene one moment, threatening the next. She knows her place in the world, she knows how to take advantage of it, and she knows just how easily it can be taken. Diplomatic in the sense that she would prefer to talk things out than fight, and she has a startling talent at turning things in her own favour. Ultimately, there is something dangerous about her. How flippant she is, how much she loves playing minds and perceptions, tricking people into believing she’s things that she isn’t, making them grow attached and tearing away at the last moment. It’s exhilarating. It’s a game to make the most of the life she was given, picking up pieces like those she left behind in hopes that, by taking them from others, she may feel more complete herself."
- she plays the part of the kind princess at first — being friendly to the peasantry, waving at children, being sweet and kind as a royal can be — but it isn't real. she doesn't care. to the rulebreakers she pardons, she stores the information for later, for blackmail, and the point of it all is to appear as unassuming as possible. she can get away with anything if she's nice enough. if she does something wrong, all she has to do is smile, give a half-hearted apology, and the air is cleared.
- she's a lot like her father — charismatic and arrogant and patient — and a lot like her mother — obsessive and paranoid and unpredictable
PRIMROSEMISFORTUNE — the stubborn individualist kier + panther line; class: reporter; alignment: chaotic neutral nickname: rosey; image "traits: stubborn, free-spirited, flirtatious, charming, fun-loving, cynical, sarcastic, snarky, defensive, protective, loyal to her family (less her fathers side, but she likes her half siblings), rebellious, no-nonsense, humorous still, but morbid, holds grudges, she’s a fighter — big, buff, strong, a little rough but only playfully, gentle otherwise, kind of polite when needed, looks out for herself and her family first, persistent, confident, clever, hot-headed, honest, genuine, pessimistic, doesn’t have any real ambition or drive just kind of floats through life, tough, impulsive, independent, noncommittal, impatient, very opinionated and will fight for those opinions, wears her heart on her sleeve. Adventurous. Righteous."
"Her father was the royal; her mother was the peasant girl who somehow had him wrapped around her finger, and she is the perfect mix of both. Tenacious and stubborn, sarcastic and devout only to the people she loves. She is an individualist first and last, and, despite her father’s position (and, by extension, her own in relation to him), she regards any authority with a distasteful look and a yawn, ignoring them in favour of her own whims — she knows she’ll get away with it; she might live amongst the lower class, she might consider herself part of them, but there will always be that nepotism that means she can get away with things others can’t, and though she doesn’t wield her power over them, she uses it to her advantage. Her free-spirit, her rebelliousness, is insatiable and consistent, a constant irk, and often she is caught sneaking around, sticking her nose in places they don’t belong because she can’t stand not knowing things, not fixing things. Her fur is thick and long, an inky black paired with a pristine white that encases her paws, stomach, muzzle, and the space between her eyes, with a distinctly black, heart-shaped nose, and all of it gives her a soft, peaceful look, though she is rough around the edges. Her roundness is nothing but strength, and her stubbornness is like a mountain; she won’t back down to anyone, and to not accept a challenge is to turn her back on a fundamental part of her being. She likes being on top, but she prefers to earn it — having things handed to her has always left a sour taste in her mouth. Her eyes are a dull chartreuse, holding wit and confidence. Her air is that of someone who takes their faults in stride, almost haughty, and despite her constant playfulness, she often comes across as intimidating and pragmatic (they say she has a resting face, but she’s never been able to see it). Every part of her is a fighter, mentally, physically, and she’s protective of her family, one to follow them to the ends of the earth and back again because they mean everything to her; she holds grudges, she’s hot-headed and sometimes too intense to deal with, and her impulse-control is low. Freedom is the most important thing to her, it’s what she wants for everyone, and it’s often that she goes off on her own adventures just to fulfil that desire for something more. Her gentleness is almost unknown, covered up with roughness and loudness and friendly insults, but in her own ways it’s apparent, in her generosity, her kindness, her understanding, and she wears her heart on her sleeve. Her emotions are front and centre, the logic always comes later. Independent, opinionated, and irritable, she likes to be the life of the party yet the one to remain sober, and her energy is difficult to match. She’s a fire, intense and unwavering and explosive. ‘Primrosemisfortune’ was a dig from her father at her mother’s family, but she takes her name with pride and refuses to bend to his will, even if she sometimes wishes she could just let herself love him."
- she has a complicated relationship with her father — on one hand, he's a cruel dictator who she cannot agree with and doesn't like at all, but on another he's her dad, he's nice to her, if a little distant. still, she ignores his warm advances and is loud in her disagreement of him, though she knows nepotism is quite strong and nothing will be done about it. has nothing but love for her mother, littermates, and hal-siblings — she would do anything for them.
- she wears her name with pride, knowing she was named after her deceased grandmother
- despises authority, thinks it's corrupt (and, to be fair, in her experience it is).
- bi-poly, pref for women
- inspo: abigail - stardew valley
They're opposites — Lady is control, Rosey is chaotic; Lady is stuck-up, Rosey is modest; Lady is apathetic, Rosey is emotional. They’d clash a lot. IM SO EXCITED FOR THEM!!! SCREAMMINGGGG
INAYAT — the fragile egomaniac second ber + esh litter; alignment: chaotic evil image "He thinks he's sneakier than he actually is because he's allowed to get away with everything. A suck-up to his parents, he's cuddly and clingy towards them while holding resentment towards his siblings — he thinks he's the most worthy of attention. They would be a good, level-headed leader if they weren't so callous, careless, immature and whiney. Secretly very insecure, particularly about his looks, no his morals. Utterly shameless about that, and his emotions are free-reign and strong, whether it be anger or joy or sadness. Wears their heart on their sleeve. Shallow, cruel, has some violent thoughts and tendencies and is unashamed of it, open, even. Huge temper, selfish, lots of intense mood-swings. Loud and eccentric, sometimes genuinely charming. Very physical in just about every sense, affection or anger. Likes to hear himself talk, and likes to be the centre of attention to the point he will fake injuries or illnesses. Overestimates their abilities; really, they're just a little prince in a big, cold castle, one whose hardly experience the outside world at all."
- possible rivalry with athenais; thinks laertes is a big weak baby
- demiboy, he/they; probablyyyy gay? idk yet
- gaslight gatekeep girlboss manipulate mansplain malewife; he is all.
- one of the few younger generation cats that actively worship starclan — they just like believing in something good, even if they're mystical and quiet and judgmental.
- the environment of nightclan sparked a certain sense of detachment from their peers, above them or not. they can like people, but they struggle to care about them completely. if worse comes to worse, there is nobody they are willing to die for even if it's their only friend in the world. since they can't believe in the authority/people around them, they put all their faith into a higher power and convince themselves that eventually they'll step in and right everything.
- still open and friendly and fruitlessly optimistic. hates getting involved in any conflict so they stick to themselves. messy, carefree, cautious, doesn't bother fitting into nightclan's view of what they're supposed to be, cheerful and helpful, idealist and a dreamer, good-natured but can't put it into action; clumsy, absent-minded, they're very bad at doing what they're told and doing it right, air-headed, messy and a little reckless, self-critical and guilty.
LIKES birds, flowers, medicine and herbs, nature, soft colours, clouds, ice skating DISLIKES spiders, being the centre of attention but being overlooked, hunting
FEARS failure, violent fights, never being good enough
THEMES anchor - novo amor, la lune - billie martin, goodbye, my danish sweetheart - mitski, calpyso - spiderbait, moon begins - florist, no face - haley heynderickx, waiting on a miracle - encanto soundtrack, the river with no name - radical face
BIO ☆ The golden child; her parents would call her perfect, tell her how much potential she had, how much she could live up too. She would nod and agree, tell them of all the amazing things she would do for them, never pay attention to what it was that she wanted; a quiet, simple life. And when the opportunity to do such things came about, when she was training to be Summerclan's next medicine-cat, she stepped down. Young, bright-eyed Sunpaw turned bitter, self-pitying, someone who didn't like making friends with the other apprentices but complained that she was lonely anyway. She took on warrior training, hated every second of it enough that, one day, she went out and never came back. A break, she would call it when she returned, from clan life, though she never actually left at all. The Witch's House is where she spent her time, making a little home under the back porch that led to the garden, hunting the mice that burrowed in the firewood and wondering if she should go further, really leave it all behind. She returned almost a year later, didn't say a thing about it, hardly let herself realize how much things had changed. Dawnflicker is a rather large she-cat, tall and imposing, but her round features make her seem friendly. Tall ears, big white paws and broad shoulders, none of it holds a lot of muscle. She's not a fighter, shies away from violence because the smell of blood makes her head spin never completed her training so she has no skills to show. She tries to help in littler ways — leaving herbs anonymously in front of the medicine-cat's den, scouting out the most plentiful places for prey in season and directing cats there, keeping track of the migrations and hibernations of the wildlife just so she could feel useful. She knows the land like the back of her own paw, more than she knows herself. Talkative, creative, she gives people thin, polite smiles and goes on awkward rambles. She isn't good at growing connections to her peers, preferring they only knew the face she put on for them than her actual self. An overthinker, an overreactor, she looks into everything and anything. Small grievances turn into bitter grudges. And while for the most part, her self-loathing is kept internal, sometimes it bleeds out onto those she is jealous of, those who she thinks are happy, those she wants to be. Sunfreckle didn't know who she was, thought of the world as a scary, unfair place, but, with the new name of Dawnflicker, she's been able to try and figure it out. A love of adventure, learning and doing new things, something that's always been stifled by her need for perfection and her need to be something more. Still, she can be foolish, reckless, a cowardly cat who believes she doesn't have that much to lose, someone who struggles to think of the consequences that her actions have on others and refuses to face them anyway. She turns a blind eye. The bliss of ignorance is a welcoming one.
HISTORY ☆ 2 MOONS she starts to grow an interest in medicine and her parents push her towards being a medicine-cat apprentice
6 MOONS apprenticed to the current medicine-cat, graythorn
7 MOONS attends her first half-moon gathering, the sun god is there for some reason. she's absolutely astonished
10 MOONS steps down from medicine-cat apprentice, much to the dismay of her parents. she begins to train as a regular warrior but often misses lessons
12 MOONS her sister, thistlepaw, becomes the new medicine-cat apprentice instead. she's happy for her, but is overall bitter
13 MOONS she runs away intent on leaving summerclan, but hides out in a den dug out underneath the witch's house instead.
25 MOONS rejoins summerclan
28 MOONS meets aspenstar of nightclan and accidentally reveals summerclan is in a rough patch
29 MOONS summerclan is invaded yada yada
31 MOONS summerclan overthrows nightclan rule; she talks with sunstar, who forgives her, and also changes her name from sunfreckle to dawnflicker
31 MOONS becomes one of the first adventurer captains of the coast guard
SPECIAL SKILLS ★ good swimmer ★ excellent climber, she loves trees ★ kitty ice-skater
FUN FACTS ☆ utter hopeless romantic, she's the type to picture the most cheesy little dates and herself being all charming but is actually so awkward when it comes to romance. she also develops crushes super easily
☆ her favourite season is fall
☆ has a very toxic positivity mindset — "fake it till you make it" but it hasn't actually worked for her so far
☆ as a human she would have so many ugly season cardigans. and she would be a children's swim instructor
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LIKES insects, carnivorous plants, skeletons, graveyards, rodents, thunderstorms DISLIKES crying, people not taking her seriously, cold weather
FEARS dying unfulfilled or unhappy, herself in a way
THEMES viva la gloria - green day, samo & grace - cake bake betty (!!), tom thumb - bitter ruin, all or nothing - the dream masons, the dismemberment song - blue kid, great vacation - dirt poor robins, what the water gave me - birdeatsbaby & many more
INSPIRATION victor frankenstein - frankenstein by mary shelly (obsessive, curiosity about life & death, ambition, irresponsible)
FAMILY ☆ PARENTS oakes / calah SIBLINGS ares KITS tba
BIO ☆ Insanity (n.) extreme foolishness or irrationality; when she looks at those around her, Eris doesn’t see a life worth respecting — they are all stepping stones, things to be used, obstacles and opportunities. She would be the bright, social kind had she not held a cruelty. She stands on the blurred lines of reality and whatever it is she’s made up in her own head, the science of how the world works intrigues her, and yet she believes she can bend it to her will, turn the natural unnatural, break and put life back together again. She is driven by curiosity, an eager, passionate nature, and an eerily persistent optimism. She laughs in the face of others' tragedies. Reckless, intense, disturbingly creative. Insanity (n.) the act of doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results; she’d always been drawn to the gravestones in her old family’s backyard, the way flies were drawn to the remains of her meals that she would leave out, how their corpses deteriorated like they were melting. It's own little ecosystem. Eris wants to do something, and so she does — except she isn’t quite sure what it is she wants, but she continues anyway, inflicting pain and chaos on those around her as if it were a game. A game where only she knows the rules, where she can make them up on the spot, where she always ends up on top. They call her the mad doctor, for when one is called into her office they don’t tend to see the light of day again, not as they used to. Everything is a puzzle and she works tirelessly to solve it, but if it’s completed her life will no longer have any worth to it, and so she drags it out, finds new things to focus on and leaves old things unanswered, double, triple checks the things she’s done just to make sure she hasn’t missed anything. It speaks of vulnerability, a deep-rooted insecurity that she would never admit to. Infatuated, innovative, wild. With a small frame, thin, wiry brown fur with dark stripes that appear almost carved in, her wide, sunken yellow eyes, and the splashes of white across her muzzle, chest, stomach, and paws, one would do no good to view her in the light of the innocent. She doesn’t take kindly to those who underestimate her. A look closer would reveal the glint in her eye, the way her paws have faded blood stains from all the experiments she’s discarded, the way her smile is too crazed to be joyful. Illness hangs off her like an oversized coat, often she’s subjected to bouts of colds or the flu, and she isn’t good at remembering when to eat, or drink, or sleep. Eris wouldn’t call herself insane; hunger drives people to terrible things, and she is starving for knowledge.
6 MOONS her and her brother hatch a plan to kill their parents and make a run for it
7 MOONS ares goes ahead with the plan and eris waits outside instead. as he is a child with little combat training, he loses though he puts up a vicious fight. with no medical knowledge among any of them, oakes succumbs to his injuries days afterwards. neither are given a burial
9 MOONS her mother grows more paranoid that eris is plotting against her, becoming both extremely distant and extremely overbearing. eris runs away instead
13 - 14 MOONS (?) joins the league, meets kier and falls in love with him <3
17-ish MOONS (i have no clue) leaves the league to join kier in nightclan
20 MOONS run-in with kate; she's attacked and, being pregnant, miscarries her kits
SPECIAL SKILLS ★ she can dissect mice very well. And she can deconstruct and rebuild their skeletons with surprising accuracy
FUN FACTS ☆ lately she's struggled intensely with discerning the past from the present; sometimes she mixes things up or gets lost in her head
☆ she laughs or smiles when she's super nervous. it used to get her in trouble all the time
☆ her father was a previous clan cat, but she doesn't know from where. he would tell her and her brother stories of them, so she's always had a vague curiosity to see if they were real
☆ she doesn't know how old she actually is, nobody ever kept count, and she's lied about it many times, either to seem older or younger, depending.
☆ very poor health, prone to illnesses, colds, fevers, etc. physically weak with lots of joint aches. she gets headaches a lot. asthmatic
☆ has a long, thin scar on her pawpad from when she cut it on her home's broken glass window. the scar on her lip comes from a fight with her brother when they were younger, and she got bit by a rat where her left ear is nicked. she has a few other little scars around her body
☆ her left ear is badly torn down the middle from her fight with kate, and her right cheek has a claw-mark scar from the same fight.
☆ i imagine her voice very similar to georgia train in tom thumb by bitter ruin !!!!! the pitch, the tone, everything!!
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art by me <3 ain't she wonderful human au (yes i stole this from fox everybody shut up) : x or x BELLOWING AT THE TOP OF OUR LUNGS: THAT'S MY GODDESS!!!!!!!! - fox and kier
NEGATIVE ★ reckless ★ either too forgiving or too resentful ★ often victimizes himself ★ self-conscious ★ destructive ★ very emotionally driven ★ puts too much pressure on himself
DESC he's often described as a warm beacon, a comforting presence, a friendly face. Though he's incredibly awkward upon first meeting, once he's opened up he truly shines, always kind and affectionate, quick with a dumb joke or nice words. He thinks the best of others and the worst of himself. Anxiety often plagues him, whether it be small or large things, and though he tries not to let it get to him, it usually wins out in the end. He feels his emotions so strongly half the time he doesn't know how to handle them, leading to impulsive or self-destructive behaviour. Perfection was drilled into him at a young age, resulting in expectations for himself that were too high, leaving his self-esteem low when he couldn't meet them.
LIKES flowers, raspberries, fairytales & stories, snow, the colour pink, stargazing DISLIKES summertime, blood, the league, starclan, conflict
FEARS the concept of immortality being in a position of power (again...), failing as a father-figure (again...)
THEMES like the dawn - the oh hellos, creation - half alive, starlit summer's eve - vian izak, merry-go-round of life (howl's moving castle), small hands - radical face, flaws - bastille & so so many more
other familytimberspark & midnightpeaks (maternal grandparents)
doefreckle is his husband, co-parent & soulmate <33
BIO ☆ When the sun reaches its highest point in the sky, it can only set afterwards, and though its rays die as it sinks below the horizon, it offers hope of a new day. When Shadedsun, disgraced leader of Springclan and resident heartbroken fool, ran himself onto the thunderpath in a haze of confusion, he didn’t expect to rise again. And then he woke up, two years gone by. Despite the confusion, life was warmer, brighter, ideal — he had his daughter, he had his soulmate, he was finding his place, no matter how disconnected he felt sometimes. Occasionally, he was reckless, too scared of missing out on the small, precious moments because of the fear it might be his last. In the time aside from that, he tries to take life slow, enjoy stress free days as he hadn’t been able to before. It isn’t uncommon to see his large, fluffy black form sunbathing or napping or simply chatting as if he has nothing else to worry about. His yellow eyes, though unable to see anything more than an incredibly blurred world of shapes and colours, shine brighter than they did before, holding more confidence, more humour. He had always been a hopeless romantic, and when it came crashing down on him in the form of rejection and loss, he had lost all that just before his death. Where he used to exist as a beacon of hope and renewal, then a lost memory not long after, he now exists as a simple, kind, and gentle tom, more than he was before. He’s playful, empathetic, creative in the way he makes up stories and fairytales that only have happy endings, and though sometimes it’s difficult for him to accept new things, to let himself feel his emotions, good or bad, and to let himself love as he once did, he tries. Part of his optimism is fake, it’s still difficult to expect good things, and often he’s proven right — though he tries not to brag. There’s still a competitive side to him, and he has a newer petty, resentful streak, especially in the face of perceived injustice, mostly towards himself or those closest to him. He struggles to let go of his idea that he’s always the victim, and his emotions always win out even when faced with logic. His bouts of anxiety often leave him sleepless. Though he nobody can really tell; for the most part he either wears a smile or looks utterly straight-faced and intimidating, not helped at all by his incredible, imposing size and thick fur that just makes him look bigger. But it seems to hold the warmth of the sun in its depth, just as the cat who dons it.
HISTORY ☆ birth clan — springclan *PR = post-revival
2 MOONS starts visiting his rogue father with his mother and siblings in secret
7 MOONS meets a cute apprentice at a gathering and develops a crush. is utterly rejected. yes this is important information
9 MOONS his bad self-care habits and obsessive need to be the best drives him to work himself until he's ill; bedridden for weeks
11 MOONS his mother is found washed up near the edge of springclan territory, having fallen into the river and died. his relationship with twilightwatcher and his grandparents crumble
17 MOONS-ish cardinalstar chooses shadedsun as deputy after springclan is reclaimed
19 MOONS ascends to leader, entirely unprepared but determined; meets doestar at his first gathering and they hit it off almost immediately (along with ghoulstar of wic and bijou of fc); first gay dads alliance sleepover happens soon after
20 MOONS second gay dads alliance meeting, they find four kits and decide to adopt them, making a system where the four each live in one of their clans and switch throughout the year. not a very good system in hindsight; later on doestar stops by for a "friend-date" and shadedstar confesses his romantic feelings for him. utterly rejected. this actually IS super important
20 MOONS his sight had rapidly been deteriorating for months before this point, but around here he looses it almost completely — he can only see vague shapes and colours, mostly relies on shadows and light
20.5 MOONS or something. has a fling with funk e'tan (under the guise of eshek). kind of trips. they wallow together
21 MOONS batkit and foxkit are found murdered, but unbeknownst to both doestar & shadedsun batkit lives. they never see him again though
22 MOONS steps down as springclan's leader, moves to summerclan a little while later
25 MOONS doestar dies, leaving shaded alone and destructive in his grief
26 MOONS blindly runs onto the thunderpath and dies
2 years later he wakes up with doefreckle at his side. they renew their relationship. they begin to heal together. physically and mentally he hasn't aged since his death.
PR * 28 MOONS summerclan is invaded by nightclan
PR * 30 MOONS summerclan breaks free of nightclan's rule but doefreckle is exiled
PR * 36 MOONS-ish lilydawn drops off her kits in summerclan and disappears. shadedsun adopts them
yes the timeline and ages are wonky. no i don't care <3
you have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve / and i have always buried them deep beneath the ground
SPECIAL SKILLS ★ does coming back from the dead count? ★ navigation skills
FUN FACTS ☆ his favourite flowers are lavender and roses; his favourite fruit is raspberries ☆ he actually has no springclan blood — his mother was a loner previously and adopted by his grandparents, and his father was a rogue — though he doesn't know this. ☆ when we say doe and shaded are soulmates we mean LITERALLY. their souls are connected baby you wish you could have a bond like that ☆ as a kit he was incredibly loud, hyper, always moving and getting under people's paws, mischievous; as an apprentice he was more sullen, rougher and angrier and edgier. then he did a 180 after he was chosen for deputy ☆ lives he got as springclan's leader rebuilding what is broken and honouring tradition faith hope patience acceptance (of the way things turn out and how it may not always be in his favour) clarity liberty (in his own actions and decisions) forgiveness (of himself and other) understanding (others and their hardships, choices, and feelings)
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NEGATIVE ★ weak-willed ★ gullible ★ pushover ★ can be unreasonable ★ deeply self-conscious ★ irritable ★ bossy ★ cowardly
DESC despite being one of kier's most loyal followers, his right-hand man, silent and obedient to his whims, druzyprince is actually quite gentle and thoughtful of those around him, friendly where he tries to be, though there is a streak of arrogance to him. he feels the need to fill the big shoes of both his long-time mentor and both of his parents, to be big and important and powerful, and he's gone to darker places to achieve it. his self-loathing drives him away from those that love him, and he struggles to face and admit his mistakes. knowledgeable on many subjects, with an interest in history and culture, he was always the quiet kid with his nose in a book, anxious about the big, scary world around him. he still is, he's just gotten better at hiding it.
LIKES old architecture and twoleg buildings, summer, the smell of dusty books and firewood, learning about the different clans' history and culture (he wants to visit them all one day) DISLIKES the dark, bugs, cold weather
FEARS death (specifically a painful one), his family's curse, going back to the League but never making up with his family, failure
THEMES holy branches - radical face, wander. wonder - the arcadian wild, a sadness runs through him - the hoosiers, king of swords - the dear hunter, this too shall pass - danny schmidt, when you break - bear's den
BIO ☆ There was a part of himself he left behind, with the lives of his sisters, his mother, his father; the softness, the anxiety, the thirst for useless knowledge and the arrogance. He was not supposed to be feeling, he was not supposed to be attached. Only the first few moons of his life were spent in priceless luxury and innocence, the rest he was trained as a soldier, a killer, a bodyguard, and a devotee. He holds himself taut and intimidating, with thin, wiry gray fur and narrowed green eyes, always set in a scowl, but truly he is a softie underneath. He likes books, he likes learning, he’s clumsy, he’s good-natured, and yet it is all something he has hidden for the benefit of others, for those things wouldn’t get him far in the path his paws were set on. The Prince, son of the E’tan and a two-time proxy, their shoes were always much too big to fill, and he always found himself fumbling in their tracks, and with the looming of a familial curse he sought external help. The devil's tongue was a silvery, tricky thing, promising to teach him, to build him, to help him, and he couldn't be denied; beholden ever since, he developed somewhat a reliance. He was nothing without the serpent in his ear. For the most part, Druzyprince keeps to himself, a solitary, quiet tom who, despite his apparent confidence and intelligence, fumbles in social situations, though he wouldn’t shy away if anyone asked him to explain something — he likes teaching as much as he likes learning, but he’s always been the student, the follower — and he has a certain snarkiness to him, sardonic jokes and sarcastic quips here and there, the occasional willful arrogance, still believing he, in some part, is better despite it being drilled into his head otherwise. His face has a particular triangular shape, with a set scowl on his sloped features and wide, large ears that still seem too big for him, despite his stature.
HISTORY ☆
1 MOON trip to dayclan with eshek, given the clan name druzykit
2 MOONS meets kier, begins training under him
5 MOONS falls out a tree, breaking nour's tail; later challenges her to swim in a cold pool of water, where she nearly drowns. they are found by their parents and laertes gets in trouble
5 MOONS disappears from the league and appears in nightclan, given title of captain of the royal guard under kier; given the name druzyprince
because the people i strive to please do me the worst injuries
SPECIAL SKILLS ★ extremely stealthy ★ good climber after being made to do it multiple times ★ able to jump long distances well ★ okay-ish swimmer
FUN FACTS ☆ full img x ☆ dayclan feathers: clarity and judgement, would tie them to his tail ☆ his mother gave him the prefix 'druzy' after a trip to dayclan when he was young. he wanted a clan name like she did. 'prince' comes from kier.
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DESC she can be the lackey, the leader, the brawn, the brains; anything she's needed to be, but let it be known that nobody can truly control her. She follows at her own whims and needs, does what needs to be done so everyone can be better in the end, regardless of how they get there. She isn't afraid to perform necessary evils because she's already gone as far as anyone could. A murderer, there's no point in getting better when you've already done the unthinkable. While everyone is corrupt in their own way, something she must fix for them, she believes she's the most corrupt of them all.
LIKES art, gossip, spiders, the smell of citrus or pine, white flowers, full moons, hot ppl with attitudes <3 DISLIKES being stared at, invasive questions, physical affection, kits, herself
FEARS never finding peace, drowning, going unloved, her secrets being exposed, becoming a mother (specifically: becoming like her own)
THEMES pray - the amazing devil, the strangest things - radical face, little pistol - mother mother, bedroom hymns - florence + the machine, sinners - barns courtney
INSPIRATION dolores umbridge - harry potter (politeness, cruelty, power-hungry),
FAMILY ☆ PARENTS moonspeckle/ rogue father SIBLINGS primrosekit KITS none
little secret relationship with kate in development
BIO ☆ Heavy weighs the guilty mind, and Snowblister’s pale blue eyes are especially haunted. It was an accident, just not the type she told everyone about — her sister didn’t trip into the water, unfortunate enough to not know how to swim. She was pushed, a detrimental, playful shove, still an accident, but a secret she will carry to the grave. An act of evil that had permanently stained her world view. Nothing was quite the same after that; her shadow isn’t hers, it is small and dainty, and holds the youthfulness and size of a kit. Occasionally, out of the corner of her eye, she sees shadows as tall as mountains, all pointed ears and teeth and not much else, but when she points either of these things out, she is met with confused, concerned looks. Her white fur is messy, wind-turned and ruffled, and she comes across as usually poetic, excitable, almost gleeful, though her gray-pointed face is strangely drawn, there is a pessimistic tone to her words, and she can be rather cruel, because she has already done the worst and there is nothing quite below that. Snowblister can’t seem to figure out who she’s supposed to be, she is a contradiction of herself, acting one way for a moment and another the next. Eager to do good, to make up for what she’s done, she has also accepted that the possibility is unlikely, that she is evil to her roots, and it's something she can’t ever escape from. Her corrupted view of herself bleeds into the world around her — she believes that nobody is capable of truly being good, that there is always underlying evil, that nobody can be pure of heart. There is not one person she fully trusts, and those she grows close too are often dropped soon after, for fear she will corrupt them more. She believes she must save everyone from themselves, has burdened herself with the responsibility for a problem she made up herself. Her own guilt has misguided her, all her attempts to free others has only been an attempt to free herself from her own ghost.
HISTORY ☆ 4 MOONS pushes her sister into the river while sneaking around the territory; tells everyone except her mother she fell in
1-ish YEAR war with summerclan (it still makes her mad smh)
1.5 - 2 YEARS strikes a deal with kier to become deputy, they make a blood oath
1.5 - 2 YEARS murders moonspeckle in fear she would reveal her secrets and hold her back, hides her somewhere in the caves off of Nightclan's camp.
2-ISH YEARS meets kate trespassing on Nightclan territory
☆ dnd class: paladin with an oath of vengeance and then oathbreaker mwah mwah fits so well
☆ her mother, moonspeckle, knew the truth; her mother blamed her, naturally. she basically kickstarted snowblister's "i am the worst person alive and deserve nothing but terrible things". they have an incredibly unstable relationship, thought often they're seen talking, strangely, because snowblister has nobody else to hang out with — they often argue. she does not know her father. (speaking of moonspeckle the more i think about her the more i just picture her as beatrice from bojack horseman so do with that what you will)
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POSITIVE ★ has an eye for pretty things ★ outgoing ★ witty ★ protective ★ brave ★ carefree ★ social butterfly ★ playful ★ she always knows exactly what she wants
NEGATIVE ★ appears annoyingly overconfident; secretly super insecure ★ fickle ★ stubborn ★ controlling ★ tries too hard to fit in ★ morbidly curious
DESC irritatingly persistent with an ego to match, her true self is deeply insecure, though she hides it all under glitz and glamour. She never seems to have anything nice to say about anyone, and to make herself feel better she's turned to hurting those around her, which has resulted in an isolation from lack of understanding. She's incredibly lonely, despite her outgoing and social nature. The feeling of having a lack of control and turbulent early life has manifested in a consistent need for control, whether it be with others or her own feelings, which leads to her coming off as bossy and stuck-up. She has no sense of self-preservation alongside an incredibly adventurous spirit.
LIKES pretty things, sunsets, her fur (she takes great pride in it), adventures, stories of ghosts and monsters, swimming DISLIKES winter (it's cold, and she always feels sadder), being alone, silence
FEARS dying and painful & bloody death, never fitting in
THEMES tongues and teeth - the crane wives, community gardens - the scary jokes, primodonna - marina & teen idle - marina & oh no! - marina, ophelia - the lumineers, to feel alive - kali uchis
INSPIRATION cera - land before time
FAMILY ☆ PARENTS unknown SIBLINGS lilackit, verbenakit (never adopted though JDSFNCJ) KITS none
potential "romance" with bumblebeepaw (infatuation)
BIO ☆ She loves the feeling of being loved, adores being the center of attention, whether she's humiliating herself or not, because it means she's worthy, she's not being ignored, that in the moment, she wouldn't be left behind. She will perform if her audience will laugh, she will continue to sing and dance even if they are throwing rotting food her way, she will play games with people's hearts because she knows she can win them and because she knows she can quit the game any time she wants. A petite white she-cat, her fur not very fit for a Nightclan cat, but she hardly considers herself one anyway — her kithood was unfortunate, discovered at a young age and taken in after her mother was mauled by a fox. She never felt like she properly fit in, but has tried to force herself since she was a kit, gathering all the information she can and compiling lists of every cat in the clan, their weaknesses, their strengths, their love lives and their problems. A social butterfly, but often her eagerness can be off-putting. It's obsessive, just as she is with everything because she is terrified of losing it. She wears a faux heart on her sleeve and keeps her real one close to her chest, she uses sweet words to keep those she cares about close, to love them a little longer before she moves on. In reality, Oleandercurse is terrified of herself, and even more scared of others finding out why. She knows how shallow she is, knows she isn't kind or gentle, that she only uses people to fill the void in herself, and she is scared that one day she will snap, that she will do something that is irreversible, that she'll do so much damage that she can't ever be loved again. So, she clings onto those she loves, and while she doesn't particularly come off as very kind — more often abrasive and confident — she has a strange system of working to make others happy and then twisting it into her favour, taking it from them and giving it to herself, so that everyone she loves is left with a little piece of them missing.
HISTORY ☆ 0 MOONS mother is mauled by a fox ; found by moonblight and taken to nightclan
2 MOONS-ish gets lost with leveretkit and their sort-of friendship begins
7 MOONS apprenticed slightly late
11-ISH MOONS during the battle between nightclan and primal instinct, she poisons a cat and then promptly has her neck gashed by bermondsey, but she survives and stays in the medicine-cat's den to recover
12 MOONS promoted to warrior <3
still, there is this terrible desire to be loved / still there is this horror at being left behind
SPECIAL SKILLS ★ somehow she can always twist things into the best outcome for herself. so incredibly persistent ★ fairly good swimmer
FUN FACTS ☆ full photo x ; adoption thread xx ☆ smells sickly sweet like flowers and sugar ☆ very affected by the death of her mother, feels very out of place in NC, which explains why she forcibly tries to make herself fit and it always hurts those around her ☆ she has a twice daily, morning and evening, fur-care routine and it takes her an hour each time ☆ she has claimed all of the far left corner of every den she's been in, making her nest twice as big and surrounding it with flowers and pretty decorations. she dubs it "Oleander's Space" and nobody is allowed near it. ☆ her only true friend is probably leveretpaw, but anyone who overhears a conversation between them can always hear oleander making fun of him for something. but she's actually not as mean to him as she is to everyone else and she WILL kill for him (don't tell him she had that thought once) ★ has a consistent, slight scratch to her voice since the battle with PI, but only barely
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my darling <33 my baby <33 she's my favourite to write she's so fun and silly and mean but not exactly evil <33 insufferable queen i love you
CYPRESSPAW burn ☄ the gift ☆ kind, diplomatic, sad
summerclan ★ mca ★ ⚥ — he/him + she/her (future) ★ ace-pan ♡ single ★ neutral good created — 12/23/21
Basic Information ☆
POSITIVE ★ a thinker ★ gentle ★ gentle ★ considerate ★ intelligent ★ friendly ★ light-hearted ★ willing to learn ★ always sees the good in others
NEGATIVE ★ tends to burden himself with other people's problems ★ reclusive ★ awkward ★ guilty ★ pessimistic ★ dramatic ★ has intense moodswings and can lash out
DESC text
LIKES making up stories, the smell of hay, wintertime, long naps, putting on plays, waterfalls, picnics DISLIKES big crowds, being along, being stared at/centre of attention
FEARS being forced to go home, DEATH, being truly useless, heights
THEMES idk you yet - alexander 23, the wrote & the writ - johnny fly, time to run - lord huron, miss misanthrope - jealous of the birds, the mute - radical face, ceasar - the oh hellos, agoraphobia - autoheart
INSPIRATION text
FAMILY ☆ PARENTS both unnamed SIBLINGS cedarpaw (aka leonidas), firpaw (aka adonis) KITS none
previous name — dorus
BIO ☆ To be the sacrificial lamb is to be a tool for the common good; a silver bengal with precious, blue-ish green eyes, he was first named Dorus and said to be a gift, the provider of his parent’s apparent immortality after the occurrence of a specific ritual, in which he would have given up his life. He was raised sheltered, knowing his fate and preparing for the day to come, and yet despite how ready he had tricked himself into believing he was, before it could be conducted he disappeared, faking his death along the way. Fleeing, he found sanction in a clan of warmth, peace, and protection. His only wish is to live a quiet, safe life, where he can learn to enjoy the world instead of feeling the terrible guilt that came with leaving his family. Gentle, kind, there’s an air of gloom to him, the kind that holds many secrets; he genuinely sees the good in others, even those who have wronged him, forgives again and again even if it hurts. His worth is dependable on those around him, how useful he can be, how much he can be used. Though, prefers the company of himself over the company of others, unsure in social situations and usually making a fool of himself. Growing up, nobody wanted to get too close to him. Effeminate, his fur reflects the way the pines gather snow in the winter yet still stay green and healthy, a symbol of immortality, of hope. He is cold, yet alive, going against the very nature of his birth.
HISTORY ☆ timeline (important events + age?)
no time to rest, i'm gonna find me a life, baby, way out west
SPECIAL SKILLS ★ organization skills ★ focus on a single task for long periods of time
FUN FACTS ☆ fiddles and kneads her tail a lot, so the fur around the end of it is thin due to accidentally ripping it out. Emotes the most with her tail. ☆ he can’t look at the sky for too long, some mild acrophobia with it. It feels crushing and way, way too big ☆ he also has agoraphobia ☆ puts on demonstrations for Health and Safety that are like those bad recorded videos you made in school that are just super awkward ☆ full photo x ☆ i want him to have a big stupid crush and either its the cutest thing ever or the saddest SHFRJKJGDFX
before summer timeline --> breaking down self, introducing possibility, rebuilding self after joining timeline --> rebuilding self (freedom), introducing possibility (guilt, paranoia), breaking down self (lack of self preservation, incredible recluse)
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this is my kid. like out of all the kids THIS is my KID. i can't wait to mentally ruin him <3
NEGATIVE ★ secretive ★ indecisive ★ stubborn ★ nosey ★ feels the need to be controlled ★ pushover
DESC she never puts her full self on display, always hiding behind a cardboard cutout, always putting an emptiness first. People find her creepy but she doesn't mind. Secretly creative and adoring of the beautiful aspects of life, her great, poisonous need to please her father and live up to her mother has driven her to a blank puppet state, able to be molded and controlled without any pushback. She hates thinking for herself, instead quietly getting involved in others' business as if she could have a taste of their lives without living it.
LIKES rainy days, long walks, praise, phantomfox and aspenstar <333 DISLIKES losing, fish
FEARS not being loved or perfect or like canes, death, losing herself
THEMES dog teeth - nicole dollanganger (!!!), youth - daughter, hearing - sleeping at last, to you alone - tom rosenthal, experience - ludovico einaudi, here lies - esbie fonte
BIO ☆ Outwardly, Vela is the calm, gentle waves of the sea, the lulling rock of a sailboat, the stars reflecting on the water, but just behind her glassy baby blues, a confusing, violent storm rages. Implemented as a young kit, raised under the cruel and powerful iron fist of her father, she learned early on to be seen and not heard, to be obedient, to be controlled. Love was cruelty, and cruelty was authority. Her self-worth was determined by how useful she could be, how many times she could jump when she was told. Beneath the gentle waves, beneath the storm, there is a world hidden from everyone, even herself— reefs of creativity, swimming thoughts and feelings and opinions, all kept locked in a special, sacred treasure chest, the key discarded, the X erased off the map. Without any guiding, demanding force in her sails, she is a motionless ship. Nothing and nobody. If there isn't anyone speaking for her she says no words at all. The need for control, for authority, has tied into her relationships and her need for love; they are intertwined, there is not one without the other. There has always been a sense of otherness about her, of isolation, solitude, confusion in the face of socialization. It was how she was raised, only knowing her siblings and her father. The outside world was as real as her dreams of it were, and she knew early on how to lock those away. There could be nothing more to her than complete and utter, silent devotion. Still, despite her struggling, despite her willpower, her gentle, optimistic nature is often present in the way she stares at the world around her with a quiet curiosity, the way she could find something good about every little thing, the way she loves love, the feeling, the idea. Truthfully, her dusty-grey, feathery pelt is only befitting to a kind soul, but there is a wariness to her elongated, sloped features, and often she can shift and shape them until they fit the perfect image of who she is supposed to be.
HISTORY ☆ ??? mother killed shortly after birth
5 MOONS joins winterclan with jaguarghost, canes, australis, borealis
"Well, I've lost it all, I'm just a silhouette / I'm a lifeless face that you'll soon forget"
NEGATIVE ★ mean & rude ★ snappy ★ careless/reckless ★ an aggressor, a bully ★ violent
DESC for such a small cat, it's a surprise at how much energy he seems to hold, both in his adventurous, playful spirit and his incredible aggressiveness. Friendly is the antithesis of Monsterkit and it's a fact he's almost proud of. He's worked up a reputation as a mean-spirited bully who holds no love for anyone, but he's lonelier than he would like to admit and often hides the parts of himself he deems weak.
LIKES text DISLIKES sunsetpaw
FEARS the dark
THEMES bite - troy sivan, saint bernard - lincoln, ashtray - matt pless, aristotle's denial - joe hawley
BIO ☆ It prowled behind the trees, it shuffled in the bushes, the breath of the beast and the soft sounds of its footsteps almost echoed in his ears. He turned a corner, and there sat the monster, staring him down with eyes like his own, and it spoke; it was anger, grief, grievance, fear, everything emotional, everything tucked away, and he realized it wore a copy of his own face. The dream repeated itself almost every night. Monsterfright, though he shares a name, is nothing like the creature of his dreams, because he is nothing frightening, nothing monstrous, nothing quiet and threatening. He’s loud, the insufferable type, the kind who has to take up a whole room, direct all eyes onto himself, to truly be seen. Cloaked in the blackness of thin, wispy fur, with streaks of pale gold filtering through like sunlight through a canopy of leaves, he’s small and scrappy, a grin always plastered on his features as if he can’t get it off. A self-proclaimed charmer, he wouldn’t know politeness if it hit him in the face, and truthfully, it probably has, but he can’t seem to bring himself to listen and change, to keep his mouth shut when it needs to be. He fights because he knows that with enough ruthlessness he could win anything, and his bite is much worse than his bark, his claws more articulate than his words. An instigator, he learned early on how to demand attention and has been doing so ever since — perhaps there’s a joy to be found in causing problems, in pushing people over the edge, in pressing buttons he should leave alone, something intoxicating, something exciting because he’s strong enough to match the energy. He’s too much. Too loud, too crass, too flippant, and too reckless. Self-preservation doesn’t seem as though it has ever crossed his mind, and often he likes the sting that morbid curiosity brings him, the comfort of chaos and misfortune. Despite his energy, how overconfident he comes off, how much he jokes and jabs and flirts, he is secretly incredibly anxious, edging on paranoid, fearful of an early death and, even more so, the things he has kept hidden coming to light. He works excessively to put on a brave look and face the world, to be intimidating and attention-grabbing and feared and in control that he doesn’t realize he is tearing himself apart.
HISTORY ☆ 3 MOONS firefrenzy murders heatherskies, runs away afterwards
and all i heard were warnings from my conscious in the guilty night
FUN FACTS ☆ he always feels watched, which is why he keeps up his little loud persona even when alone; it bleeds into his perception. ☆ dumb jock trope meets unhinged loser trope meets gay ☆ future treasure hunter? ☆ i DO super want him to have like a redemption because I wouldn't say he's necessarily, like, terrible, he's just very hurt and that projects terribly onto everyone around him
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DESC a docile, gentle she-cat who mostly sticks to herself due to her anxious nature. she can still be outgoing and curious about the world around her, but she is fine leaving stones unturned if it means she can be safe. cautious but friendly, she doesn't open up easily and mostly keeps her emotions to herself. she struggles under pressure yet can't seem to keep her opinions to herself.
LIKES quiet spaces, butterflies, full moons, snowy days DISLIKES being the centre of attention, her claws and teeth
FEARS being hunted, violence, having to kill, Kier & Snowblister
THEMES dionysis - tomo, truth - alex ebert, but never a key - dirt poor robins, you are the moon - the hush sound, san cristóbal - mal blum, shut eye - stealing sheep, hot faced - margaux
INSPIRATION text
FAMILY ☆ PARENTS primrosetuft / unnamed father SIBLINGS rosecascade, sablemaid KITS none
BIO ☆ Twilight is when the sun sinks, when the rays hit the earth one final time, as if its last breath, and the sky is blue, gold, and pink. Dusk is the time after that, when only a hint of the hues that once were remaining in the aftermath. The shadows are longer with the reminiscent light, it’s dark and gloomy. She’s always been attached to it, not only because it was her namesake, but because she liked the quiet, dull atmosphere, the solitude it seemed to bring. Duskhaunting’s fur is a dusty, pale brown, leading to bold, darker shades of chocolate brown edging her face, her ears, and the tips of her front paws. Her eyes are reflective of the dying sun, a deep, dim yellow, carrying the darkness of her childhood and the memories she is forced to live with. Haunted, for that same look, haunted for the fact that she seems to bring bad luck wherever she goes, that it doesn’t matter who she gets close to, they are always taken too quickly from her grip. It led to a confusing clinginess and need to keep her distant, of hating being alone and feeling it’s the only thing that seems to work out. She’s pessimistic, gloomy, and cold, though not entirely unkind. Truthfully, she has a fearful aversion of violence, edging on a phobia, and can’t stand the thought of blood or raising her claws against another. She hates the feeling of her own, and so she bites them as short as she can get them and resists the urge to pull them out. She’s attempted to be vegan once — it didn’t work out. Her anger and bitterness festers, she takes the world around her as if they were enemies, and acts of kindness are hard to trust. Her features are worn, she always looks tired, most inconveniences are met with a long, shaky sigh and a slight shake of her head, as if she expected it all to happen but was still disappointed anyway. She anticipates nothing short of disaster at all times.
HISTORY ☆ ??? MOONS father dies
6 - 8 MOONS (?) primrosetuft taken as prisoner; goes on trial with her sisters for her connection to their mother
9 - 10 MOONS primrosetuft goes on trial; duskpaw is supposed to be executioner but she can't go through with it.
FUN FACTS ☆ full photo x ☆ she hates the feeling of her claws and her teeth ☆
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- i am kindddd of tempted to give her kits, but mostly because i'm thinking of the fact that she could, like, strike a deal with a guy (low ranking probably??) or something where she's like "i don't like you at all, actually, but i think this'll help us both -_-" and then they get to be friends or something. also with the whole giving them to a nursemaid thing, she would be totally up for that because she wouldn't feel confident to raise them at all but she would still feel bad about it, and that would open the door to awkward attempted rekindling when they're apprentices because she'd still love them even though they were KIND OF a tool and IDK
NEGATIVE ★ shallow ★ occasionally distant ★ either self-conscious or too confident ★ loud-mouthed ★ frivolous
DESC an upbeat, social, endlessly creative tom with a knack for thinking of new ways or things that would just make life easier. Often they don't go as planned. Though he is usually happy, he struggles dealing with negative emotions, instead letting them fester, and uses his projects as distractions.
BIO ☆ He’s a bright, vibrant, charming tom; not only in the way he looks — with his vivid orange fur and swirling stripes, all fading into the creamy whites of his face, chest, and front legs — but in his personality as well. A copy of his mother, Beetuft, in every sense of her kindness and cheerfulness, her talent for making people smile and laugh. In his own way, he’s charming, loud, over the top just for the fun of it, because what’s life without it? Relentlessly joyful, energetic, but there’s always been something shallow about him. Those that have seen him angry, or sad, or upset, or show anything other than what he puts on display, are few and far between — and though he isn’t selfish, mean, or unkind, offering comfort for such things has always been a weak spot, and often he comes off as flippant and disregarding. The presence of others tires him out quickly, and despite how much he may enjoy the company, he is just as fine on his own, sinking himself into whatever he can come up with. An inventor, he calls himself, always trying to think of new things, mechanisms, to make life better, easier, and often he disappears periodically throughout the day, off thinking of new ideas, working on old ones, or rummaging around for twoleg knick-knacks that he wants to find a use for. His artistic and scientific minds melded together, his pale brown eyes shine with an endless creativity and shocking intelligence, different from the dim-wittedness he usually displays. It’s surprising how little this side of himself actually reaches the public. It’s quieter, it’s more genuine, it’s more him yet he keeps it to himself. And though he holds a genuine love for it all, he can’t deny that, in part, it’s a distractions from the things he can’t handle, things he doesn’t want to face; grief, anger, a fluctuating self-confidence, and the growing hollowness that happens when an actor sinks too far into his role.
DESC an incredibly ambitious, reckless she-cat with a thirst to prove her worth with increasingly violent tendencies. she's rude, demanding, and destructive. A suck-up to those above her for the sheer fact that she hopes to share their power and an utter bully to everyone else. despite her joking and mischievous nature she is incredibly resourceful. she doesn't open up easily, but perhaps she's too scared to.
LIKES bugs, thunderstorms, cardboard boxes DISLIKES text
FEARS rats, drowning, famine
THEMES i'm still standing - elton john, blood // water - grandson, cradles - sub urban, happy face - jagwar twin
BIO ☆ Respect is not something given so easily. It is earned, taken, demanded, but not served up on a silver platter — it was something she learned very young, as a small, defenseless kit taken to the city by her father who feared his twoleg owners would take her away, Her mother left before she could truly remember her, yet still remained a stain on her youth. When her father lost his battle with an illness, leaving Lamb to wake up to his corpse already set as a feast for the rats they shared their home with, she was left alone and lonely, and the feeling only got worse even after being taken in by her uncle and introduced to the clans. She was an easy target, weak from malnutrition and small in size, tiny and fluffy and unassuming, but her teeth were razor sharp and she wasn’t afraid to bite. She fought for her place at the top, clashing with anyone who challenged it, using her soft looks on strangers to win their hearts but ditching it all in favour of a violent, devilish side when around her peers. She’s both sides of the same coin, the lamb and the wolf all in one skin, a beast of her own making. Her pale fur, mixed with dark brown points most notably on her head, makes her look all the more innocent, matched by wide, baby blue eyes, though they shimmer with a mischievous, unhinged look, like she’s observing, hunting. To be weak is to be dead, all the more reason to hide away her fierce self-loathing and aching, empty loneliness. She isn't afraid to get angry, she isn't scared of getting her paws dirty, every chance she gets to do so, she takes it, throwing herself at more trouble than she can manage and picking fights she can't win. Nobody could tell at first glance just how serious she is, with the way she eagerly accepts any challenge with a flashing grin or plays pranks or always seems to be joking around, no matter the situation. Sympathy doesn't come easily, not anymore, and in its place is a blatant disregard for everything around, a love of chaos despite the risk and an insatiable need to prove herself. She wants to be worth something, and she would do anything to get there.
HISTORY ☆ ??? beldam leaves lamb to her kittypet father
1 MOON father takes lamb and leaves twoleg place to live in the city as strays
4 MOONS father falls ill, dies shortly after
7 - 8 MOONS brought to moonclan by puzzlemaker; takes out feralpaw's eyes to prove herself
10 MOONS discovers she's an elemental in another fight with feralpaw, becomes inquisitor
The world seemed a bad and terrible place, all its denizens suspect, and I the lamb wandering through the valley of death with a bell around my neck
SPECIAL SKILLS ★ climbing ★ convincing liar ★ shadow elemental
ELEMENTAL CONTROL ★☆☆☆☆ reflection || any injury/ailment sustained can be projected onto another cat, but they must be in sight and it takes a great deal of focus.
FUN FACTS ☆ full photo x ☆ she doesn't believe in or respect Selene but will pretend she does ☆ lunar alignment - waxing
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FEARS never earning his right to live again, dying, not much else
THEMES the fold - wickerbird, apple tree - marika hackman
INSPIRATION christina the astonishing LOL
FAMILY ☆ PARENTS felix (father) / orla (mother) SIBLINGS bree (sister) KITS none AUNTS blaine (mother's side) UNCLES cian (blaine's mate); oliver (father's side) COUSINS oisin, cillian, nora
BIO ☆ He met the darkness and the divine; they gave him a choice: sleep for an eternity, or wake up for a lifetime. Sinclair opened his eyes, met with the fearful, bewildered stares of his family just above where he was supposed to be laid for rest. He climbed out of his grave, gave a nod, turned and left, and didn’t look back. He spent months wandering in isolation, testing his perceived immortality in increasingly extreme ways, unaware it was a false belief. He is shrouded in scars without stories, as when he rose from his unfinished grave, he seemed to have left a part of himself in there. His mind is dotted with blank spots, there’s memories, feelings, faces and names missing. Even now he is forgetful and inattentive, often dropping tasks in the middle of doing them for something more interesting. Draped mainly in black, there are streaks of white or grey that run through his coat, giving him a mottled look, and around his neck hangs a mane of completely pale fur, all matched with earthy hazel eyes. Despite the strange way he carries himself, as if he’s still unused to his own body, he is strangely polite, calm, and open. He seems almost unbothered. His face doesn’t portray a lot of what he feels, the quiet sense of guilt, of confusion, bitterness, and unworthiness, and he only offers up as much as he needs too — there is nobody he fully trusts. But nevertheless he is friendly, not overbearingly quiet or loud, and is surprisingly persistent when it comes to the pursuit of knowledge. Stubbornness runs as deep as his recklessness, his disregard for his own life wrapped up in the lie he’s fed himself that he’s indestructible, immortal. Though he is calm, he’s not above impatience, wanting to hurry through one thing to get to the next; he has a a constant will to distract himself. His absent-mindedness leaves him unpredictable and messy, both in the emotional and physical sense — he loses track of his emotions just as much as he loses track of the time or the things he was doing. He’s quaint, blunt but optimistic, morbid and apathetic, able to overlook darkness and tragedy because everyone has dealt with it, everyone must deal with it, and everyone will experience it. The natural flow of life intrigues him. His guilt sits over his head like a rain cloud, feeding him bizarre ideas, making it seem he has to earn his life or something terrible will befall him again, one without an escape. There’s a sense of emptiness to him, but if you asked him about it all he would do was laugh, smile, or give an offhanded remark.
AILMENTS ★ shows signs of head trauma — forgetful of important events and history, problems with impulse control and concentration, difficulty handling emotions if experiencing them at all, poor judgement; headaches, dizziness, fatigue, ataxia
★ numbed senses, especially temperature, touch, and pain.
HISTORY ☆ born into a stationary family of rogues called The Family. He hardly remembers them.
11 MOONS [??]; he Awakens after being given a choice between life and death, stepping out of the grave his family made for him in the midst of his funeral and, not recognizing them, running away
16 MOONS he stumbles into Verne and joins the league out of curiosity
16 MOONS nightclan attacks the league in the middle of the night
The morning after I almost decided not to wake again, I thought that I must have made a mistake. I tried to list all the reasons I’ve decided to stay. But I remembered only one: I am unworthy, unworthy, unworthy.
DESC straight-faced, she looks perpetually bored yet attentive at the same time, and the slight knit in her brow gives her a consistent worried look, though she would deny it. she's painfully optimistic, but her tough, snarky attitude gives her an ulterior air of discontent. her family is the most important thing to her, and she fit herself into the role of dotting, sarcastic older sister, there to put a bandage on their injuries but give a quip while doing so. she truly cares for them, and is extremely protective, and it's difficult for her to grow close to anyone else — mostly due to her unfriendly nature and utter disinterest. it can get quite lonely, but she pretends not to notice the ache left over.
LIKES butterflies, the beach, fairytales DISLIKES things not going her way, loud people
FEARS abandonment, thunderstorms
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FAMILY ☆ PARENTS lilydawn (mother) / unknown tom GRANDFATHERS shadedsun & doefreckle SIBLINGS alliumkit, peonykit, marigoldkit KITS none
BIO ☆ She takes after the mother she’s never met, all her seclusion, her quick temper, her toughness, her secret softness beneath it all, but in the same breath they are entirely different. Strangely optimistic, she’s completely and utterly content with the hand that life dealt her, the comfort, the love, and while there’s a quiet wistfulness, a longing to know her mother, to know she’s safe, she doesn’t usually dream of more. Home is where the heart is, and her heart lies with her family. Curiosity doesn’t come as naturally to her as it does others, and change is a feared thing, because why would anybody want anything more than this quiet, simple life? There is a whole world out there, and she doesn't want to see a second of it, not if it meant altering what she’s already built. Lankier than the rest of her family, with solid grey fur, thick and tufty, matched by delicately folded ears, her appearance speaks of her true gentleness — because although she comes off as defensive, she’s peaceful, compassionate, kind at heart, but it gives way for weakness, for cowardice in the face of conflicts, even if she tries her best to solve them her diplomatic skills are lacking. She's much better at comforting in the aftermath and keeping her nose out of it. There’s a hidden wisdom to her, in her watchful amber eyes, in her quietness, the way she observes the world as if looking in from afar, like she isn’t entirely a part of it. There’s nothing talkative or social about her, and perhaps if she came off a little friendlier she’d have better luck at finding and keeping friends. Not that she minds, her independence is fierce. Her family is all she needs, everything she does, she does for them. Slightly overbearing to her siblings, though it mostly comes from a place of worry for them, she prides herself in being the rock they can rely on, the strong force they need until their mother returns — which she will, she tells herself, because there’s no way she can’t. There’s no way they couldn’t meet her, at least once, in their lifetime. Sometimes, she wants to be supported instead of the supporter, but she won't allow herself to, and every unnecessary feeling — bitterness, hurt, weariness — she keeps to herself. For the most part, her face is set in a slight frown, but if one were to ask she would say she's the happiest she's ever been. It's only partially a lie.
HISTORY ☆ FEW DAYS mother leaves her and her littermates to her adoptive grandfather, shadedsun in summerclan, to take care of them. her mother disappears immediately after
FUN FACTS ☆ she's convinced herself that everything is perfect exactly where it is, always, and that there's no need for life to change — truthfully, she's scared of it, and she's scared of everyone moving on without her in search of something better. abandonment issues, I wonder where those come from. Still, her optimism isn't feigned — she really believes everything always rights itself by the end, but it has to be her who works to keep the peace so nobody feels the need to leave. ☆ occasionally she'll hang around cypresspaw while he works around the medicine-cat's den.
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DESC he holds a lot of guilt, but for the most part he keeps it low, lets it fester, tries to ignore it. he's dependent on his sibling and feels that there's no point in anything without her — it's unhealthy, and part of him knows that. he's self-aware enough to know something is wrong but not how to fix it. defensive, easily-agitated, he says anything on his mind without hardly any shame at all, even if it's rude or too blunt. despite how mature he likes to act, especially towards clementinepaw, he's childish and tricky, he likes pranks and practical jokes and lazing around and complaining. pessimistic, but otherwise a hopeless romantic, unfulfilled, and longing for something more.
LIKES walks at night, seashells, magic tricks, clementinepaw DISLIKES being pestered, socializing, himself
FEARS loosing his sibling, being alone, not being needed or having anyone to care about
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FAMILY ☆ PARENTS unnamed SIBLINGS clementinepaw KITS none
previous name — ladon
BIO ☆ Desperation often creates monsters in people, and Nectarinecruor is no expectation. Growing up alone, on the streets amidst violence, gangs, and unkind conditions, he did anything he could to survive; turning from simple scams at fight clubs, to heists, to murders. Most got performed under one name — The Wraith, originally a side job he made to put his own skills to use, alone, it grew to encompass a few other young cats his age all working towards one goal: survival. To them, anything that could get paid could get done. His mother disappeared early in his life, leaving him to take the role of caregiver for his sister, and over time the role consumed him. He became dependent on her company, fearful of being alone. Keeping her fed, safe, and happy was his sole point of focus, but it was tinged with selfishness. He hardly considered her feelings at all, too focused on his own. Due to his untrusting nature, a rift in The Wraith grew until they eventually broke apart, once again leaving him and his sister alone and vulnerable, except this time he had the sense to seek protection someplace else, leaving the city and its dangers behind. Apathetic, he is capable of cruelty but only when it boosts him, and though he isn’t proud of it, he is confident in his ability to get vile but necessary things done without a second thought. He disregards anyone that isn’t his sister, making attachments difficult, even when he lets down his snarky, rude, and blunt attitude. He can be vicious, violent, but he tries not to let his conscience get too guilty — he was only doing what he had to do; it was necessary, it was needed. Still, it keeps him up, making way for sleepless nights and tired days, giving him a drawn, worn out look. Aside from his toughness, intelligence is his greatest quality, and above all else he is a thinker, never brash or irrational, always with a plan on what to do next — it borders on neurotic meticulousness. He’s alert, observant, and precise. To others, he comes across as abrasive and distant; to his sister he is overbearing but weak to her will. He can’t seem to say no to her, she is his soft spot, and he would do anything for her. Secretly, that softness he carries for her sometimes makes its way into the world around him. He’s a hopeless romantic, though he loves frivolously and fleetingly, and he’s wistful in the sense that he longs for a perfect, peaceful world and a comfortable place to settle down in. He wants the best for his sister and himself and he longs for the friendships that those around him have. But he hates being vulnerable, he hates to let his guard down. So, his amber eyes remain cold and unwelcoming. His frame is lithe, wiry ginger with a light muzzle and an ombre of dark brown that spreads over his back, paired with sharp black stripes on his forehead. He is always tense and vigilant, as if he’s always expecting the worst. His pessimism does him no favours in that regard. There’s a bitterness to him, at those happier, better-off, and often he lets it get in the way of his own enjoyment of things. Despite the sweetness of his namesake, he’s sour, rotten. He feels the constant ache of anxiety. In the way he lives and had lived. His shame runs deep, like a gaping pit — he pushes people away because he’s scared they wouldn’t like his true self. He clings to the one cat that would accept it because she knows nothing else, his sister. He's mischievous and a know-it-all because he can’t seem to keep his mouth shut. He has a passion for sharing his thoughts, his knowledge, of relating to others with anecdotes of his own, despite how morbid. Above all else, he's a scared, lonely kid with dependency issues.
SPECIAL SKILLS ★ extremely observant — can pinpoint most weak points on someone and reads body language especially well ★ excellent liar ★ photographic memory
FUN FACTS ☆ he has anger management problems ☆ had a brief fling with fellow Wraith member Lemonpaw [unknownhearts] ☆ has multiple small scars from fights he's gotten into, mostly upon others realizing he's scammed them, but also from victims of the wraith attempting to fight back
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- I like to imagine him and wickedlamb ran into each other at least one time in the city, they just seemed like they lived around the same area HAHFJS
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