Their mother tragically dies leaving Loelia, a scout, to nurse them and be their foster mother.


SIGNEY-TYKE HAYES ♀ - LINK - ROLEPLAYED BY OPEN
Her mama calls her the killing machine, always racking up her death count from sunrise to sunset on innocent creatures or outside cats. The Regime is among one of the lowest in fertility rates meaning her litters birth is of great importance. Since the moment she was born there was the expectation to not fail and most of all, don’t be stupid and die. In other words, her mom made it clear from day one that failure was never an option. She imprinted her with the expectation that she would be a heroic savior to the group if she someday had many litters and for now would be of great service as a mercenary given Signey’s incredible size and brute strength. Signey is battle built, a war cat in every way there was. The framing of her face is sharp and her muscle toned body glimmers in the little light that sheds down into the tunnels. Signey plays the part of taking in orphan kits and hoping to someday have her own, while also keeping up with her vigorous mercenary training schedule that her mother plans for her. While Signey loves to fight and does dream to be a mother she’s no pushover and someday wants to stand up to the Regime to make it clear that she won’t blindly follow every order… Even if for now that’s exactly what she’s doing. Signey Hayes is a silver tabby with amber tiger-like eyes.

WINSLOW-TYKE HAYES ♂ - LINK - ROLEPLAYED BY OPEN
His mama calls him and his brothers her wolf pack, always out hunting from sunrise to sunset. The Regime is among one of the lowest in fertility rates meaning his litters birth is of great importance. Since the moment he was born there was the expectation to not fail and most of all, don’t be stupid and die. In other words, his mom made it clear from day one that failure was never an option. She imprinted him with the expectation that as the oldest he needed to lead his pack and since then he’s had quite the main protagonist complex. Some part of Winslow desperately needs to be the hero of every scenario. He’s overly hyper and overly certain that he’s needed and anyone who opposes him are simply antagonists in his story. He’s incredibly controlling of others, micromanaging scouts, forcing cats to work longer hours, passive aggressively leaving burs in “deserving” cats nests who didn’t work hard enough or obey his orders. In a way his mom gave him the license to police others when she sent him on the path to create justice for the Regime, not the people. Winslow Hayes is a dark gray tom with dark hazel eyes.

HOWLAN-TYKE HAYES ♂ - LINK - ROLEPLAYED BY JADIE
His mama calls him and his brothers her wolf pack, always out hunting from sunrise to sunset. The Regime is among one of the lowest in fertility rates meaning his litters birth is of great importance. Since the moment he was born there was the expectation to not fail and most of all, don’t be stupid and die. In other words, his mom made it clear from day one that failure was never an option. She imprinted him with the expectation that he would need to improve the Regime in every face that he possibly could. For Howlan it was with kindness, always offering to fill in tasks that no one wanted to do, or tasks that people needed help with. Howlan’s quite the charmer too, always trying to hook up with outsiders to provide more kits for the Regime and is quite the player, but a cold one too. He fights a fierce custody battle and ensures that any kit of his is raised in the Regime no exceptions. It’s all smiles and love until he turns on anyone who is the mother of his kits if they don’t give them up fast enough. His charm doesn’t come from a place of charisma, but instead from his analytical mind, able to accurately and lovingly access others. His smooth words often winning over those around him. He’ll even use his words to ensure that certain things go the most smooth way possible in the Regime’s best interest, not the people’s. Howlan Hayes is a silver and white tabby with amber tiger-like eyes.

TALON-TYKE HAYES ♂ - LINK - ROLEPLAYED BY SIMPLYLIGHT
His mama calls him and his brothers her wolf pack, always out hunting from sunrise to sunset. The Regime is among one of the lowest in fertility rates meaning his litters birth is of great importance. Since the moment he was born there was the expectation to not fail and most of all, don’t be stupid and die. In other words, his mom made it clear from day one that failure was never an option. She imprinted him with the need to provide for her clan with every he had and fiber of his muscles, his body belonged to the Regime. Talon takes special herbs to keep himself awake, he’ll run until he’s vomiting on the ground and he’ll fight till the death in every battle. Talon spends 90% of his days and nights hunting, only spending every four days sleeping for a solid day. In truth Talon longs to be lazy, but can never say it aloud, afraid of the disapproval, but he’s being worked to the bone by peer pressure, almost more than the prisoners. He longs for some sort of escape from the Regime where he won’t be letting everyone down by not hunting, but his group is hungry and he’s young with high expectations that need to be carried out. Talon Hayes is a dark grey tabby with amber tiger-like eyes.