The kits mother was struck by lightning… Twice. And their father was attacked by a polar bear that escaped from a nearby two-leg exhibit. The family had always been unlucky, but now it seems the misfortune has been passed onto the kits.


MYSTERIOUSKIT/ NIGHTS ♀ - LINK - ROLEPLAYED BY GOLDCREST
Mysteriousnights was an average girl before all of this began, she enjoyed collecting acorns (Green acorns were limited editions), crafting leaf dolls, and performing beautiful singing solos at the local baby bird orphanage (aka to the nests in the trees). What, those aren’t normal? Well hey buddy, maybe you’re the weirdo here. Anyways, as a kit she was totally normal, but one day she vanished into the night, no trace, no leads, just gone from her nest, never heard from again. This is until she resurfaces when she is apprentice aged covered in scars with no memories. Mysteriousnights doesn’t remember what happened between then and now, but certain events and creatures can trigger her memories, allowing her a bit of clarity. Mysteriousnight is a black, golden, and white tortoiseshell with pale green yellow eyes.

VULTUREKIT/ SCAR ♀ - LINK - ROLEPLAYED BY OPEN
Vulturescar can’t remember a time when she looked anything other than gorgeous. Slick silver moonlit scars rake across her fox figured body like scattered autumn leaves, large and splotchy with forked ends like the edge of maple leaves. Adorned with such shiny wounds she struts herself with a confidence few can match. To most she looks undead, zombified even, but to her she’s bejeweled in her scars, a sight to behold in all the best ways. Vulturescar started out life normal, but very young she was stolen away by a massive bird. The bird of prey mauled her, tearing her skin into strips, but luckily didn’t end her life as a patrol stopped it in time. Vulturescar takes it as proof that there is a higher power out there looking out for her. She has a bit of a god complex believing that she is a higher being than most and something close to invincible. Vulturescar is a gorgeous white and brown tabby with a dappled layer of golden tabby hues coloring the right half of her face. She has gorgeous emerald eyes and is scorned in scars.

CROWKIT/ FOOD ♂ - LINK - ROLEPLAYED BY OPEN
Before he was adopted by a SwiftClan queen he grew up with two rogue parents who took him wherever they went, but not for any caring reasons. To them, Crowfood was their meal ticket. They would scratch him up, leave him bloody and crying, awaiting for the crows to come down to pick him apart. They would wait till their was a good portion of crows gathered by their son's body, all the while Crowfood would whimper and suffer as the crows picked at him alive until his parents finally arrived to hunt the crows down. While his parents were rogues they were declawed and abandoned kittypets who didn’t have the means to hunt on their own and depended on their son to be their provider, which was the whole reason they had a kit in the first place. It was their excuse, Crowfood would have to provide in more creative ways until he grew bigger. Unfortunately saving Crowfood from such a cruel fate didn’t make him a good person. He grew up with a warped sense of right and wrong becoming as disgusting of a person as the mutilated crow food itself. He earned his name Crowfood for being as disgusting as one. Crowfood will typically hoard crow feathers, decorating them on his body as a warning to crows as they have a good memory to avoid him. Crowfood is a slimy, green eyed tom with a grey face and sandy ginger fur.

RACCOONKIT/ TAIL ♂ - LINK - ROLEPLAYED BY SIMPLYLIGHT
If people can be born into good fortune then Raccoontail was born into a curse. He seemed to be born unlucky, his prey always got away, something always sabotaged all of his attempts to flirt with his crushes, it seemed to always rain when he was out patrolling, but stopped the moment he was back in camp. He notices that his rain of bad luck can pour especially hard when he’s being a bad person, it seems he has the instant karma effect as any ill deed he does is immediately slammed back at him by the force of good nature herself. Raccoontail is incredibly snarky and bitter, always letting everyone know about his bad mood and few ever are left to wonder why he’s a grump given how unlucky he is on an everyday basis. Raccoontail is a brown striped tabby with a white chest and muzzle.