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RAREPAW dream ✧ pao || SOCIAL CLASS Blue fur isn’t seen in DayClan, it’s rare and unusual. But so is Raredream. Most toms aren’t as patient as him. They’re not kind and soft and sweet. No. Toms are supposed to be fierce warriors, the strong own in a relationship, emotionless. But he’s nothing like that. This blue-grey tom with a white underbelly and sharp dandelion yellow eyes is nothing like the idea tom. Loyal to one and empathetic to all. He’s quiet and understanding, soft and sweet, and overall he’s more patient than all. He fell in love a long time ago and if he wasn’t so patient he would have acted on it sooner. But sadly Raredream may never be noticed by Fallfling. Someday, if by some divine intervention, he does manage to become her mate and express his love, he will be the most loyal, romantic, devoted partner anyone has even met. It’s his dream. But it’s a rare dream indeed for he has to first be noticed as more than her best friend. Mate || Kits Picture Link of Cat: i.pinimg.com/236x/73/5e/fa/735efa472667a274870801c3093b50db--gray-and-white-cat-white-cats.jpg Optional: Patience and Friendship
MAGNOLIAKIT/ cut ✧ phantom || SOCIAL CLASS A stunning calico she-cat, her chest and feet bearing patches of white, while the remainder of her body is covered in a swirling of black and dark ginger, her eyes shinning pale green. Magnoliacut may be small but she has a rather big personality, easily frustrated when things don't go her way but curious and gentle otherwise. She was born with a sharp tongue and a quick mind, fast to pick up on things happening around her and even faster to add her input where it most likely is not wanted, she excites easily and is happiest when she is around her family; especially Glowstar. Mate || Kits Picture Link of Cat: Picture boop Optional: Unity
VIXENKISMET ✧ Honeystorm || Maverick. xD A fox patterned feline as terrifying as she is intelligent. Twice exiled from SunClan, twice returned to DayClan, and ten times as cruel as any other cat who led the clan she once called home. Glowstar, almost|| Pyremortality, All of those other ones... xD (And any of her other kits if they show up) Pic Link: TBA
DOCTOREDHEART ✧ phantom || Maverick Much like his mother, he has a fox like appearance, with the majority of his body covered in a deep auburn, his pelt is also home to black and white, his front legs and ears are black along with an ebony mask that surrounds his eyes while his paws, underbelly, chest and muzzle are stark white. Placed delicately within the mask on his face are two pale green orbs, like his mothers but shades lighter. It is not hard to know he is the son of Foxbane, having been born an almost mirror image of the she-cat he is as handsome as she is beautiful, all of his looks coming from her he has no outward resemblance to his father Funk E'tan. Mate || Kits
BURNINGSUMMER ✧ Jetclaw || Peacekeeper Known for her burning curiosity and drive to do good for the clans. Her paws have carried her to the pinnacle of leadership, and then to ties of tight friendship with the likes of Foxstar and Glowstar during their reigns. This carried her to wander to other clans and explore. As a result her leadership was toppled and she had to abandon the night to live in the sun. The blazing bright lights making her orange fur ignite like a fire offsetting her darker stripes, though not even the light of day can challenge the brilliant flame in her amber gaze. Leaving SunClan behind when it fell to chaos to seek a home in DayClan and here she seeks to ignite a new path for herself and hopefully burn away the failures of the past to leave something healthy and new. Nightshadeintuition || Ironjaw, Bloodtusk, Tuskblood, Ashfall, Scorchedearth, Spiritedblaze, Fierydaemon, Radiantpaw, Vibrantpaw, Dancingpaw, Sparklingpaw, Driftingpaw, Enchantedpaw Picture Link of Cat: i.imgur.com/cfbcgqE.png Optional: Harmony
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RADIANTPAW glow ✧ Jetclaw || Assign her whatever XD This fluffy she cat came into the world surprising and changing up the life of her mother Burningstar. Arriving while her mother was in SunClan, resulted in Radiantglow growing up in SunClan rather than her mother's home clan of NightClan. When she was born she was noted to be radiant and cheerful, reminding her mother of Glowstar, thus inspiring her suffix. Radiantglow follows in the pawsteps of the DayClan leader. She is fascinated with causing chaos and seeing the fallout, giggling and laughing. She's not mean, but she doesn't often understand how her jokes and pranks can be causing other cats pain rather than fun. She loves exploring and coming up with new things to try. Due to growing up in SunClan she believes in the Sun God, but also has a fascination for gods and their powers. She often is found prodding the soothsayer and medicine cats about the gods and deities. Like her mother she has darker ginger markings, but her fur is a lot lighter, with the addition of white chest fluff, white paws, and her fluffy tail has a white underside. Bright amber eyes gleam with mischief, and energy. Mate || Kits Picture Link of Cat: imgur.com/owNgek3 Optional: Friendship
HEATHERKIT / down ✧ Jadie A fluffy black and gray patched cat with blind lilac gray eyes. She has the most soft, luxurious long fur that is the envy of many, and her biggest pride, seeing as very few cats can walk past her without succumbing to temptation and brushing against her flank. Each time she is touched she purrs up a storm and is always quick to return the affection with a smile and a head nudge. Born a very weak kit, Heatherdown received a lot of special attention in her early moons. Someone was always checking on her, grooming her fur while she rested or bringing her special treats and toys to make her feel like she wasn’t missing out while the rest of her siblings played outside. She grew accustomed to being the center of attention and to this day loves it. She’ll often fake a cough or stumble a bit just to bring all eyes on her. Half the time she isn’t even aware that she is doing it, but, even when caught, she’s quickly forgiven. She is very demure and polite, quick to blush and even faster to apologize. Plus, she is painfully sweet and cute as a button, it’s just impossible to stay mad at her for long, especially when she begs for forgiveness while facing a tree. Heatherdown is the daughter of SunClan’s Mountainsound and Ebonygold and was spirited away to DayClan during Bloodyrondo’s takeover to live in a safer environment. Picture Link of Cat: i.imgur.com/CmZHunM.png Optional: Love & Health
DIVEKIT ✧ Cleaver A small black-and-white tom with dark green eyes, he looks exactly like his father. He wasn't raised knowing Deal was his parent, but he certainly did not look like Foxbane, Funk E'tan, or Glowstar. Energetic, loving, sincere, and resolute, he sticks by his beliefs and some cats find that charming. His handsome appearance would help his charisma if he wasn't constantly dirty and untidy. He dislikes rain and is terrified of lightning. Personality generated by flurryofstars. Mate: n/a || Kits: n/a Picture Link of Cat: i.postimg.cc/tgjqDCFw/crop.jpg
EBONYGOLD ✧ Cleaver || Peacekeeper Class Just when EarthClan had lost its medicine cats, a loner showed up at the border. Older, mature, with an intelligent light in his eyes. Long black hairs, multi-shaded gold eyes, and whiskers white with age. He didn't share much about his past with them, and most assumed he was born and raised outside of clan influence; he has no intention to correct their thinking, to explain that he really was born as a pure-blooded EarthClan cat. He's visited many walks of life in his lifetime, and it left him wise, with an appreciation for the simple and the complex. Where he learned the art of herbs he also won't share, but his knowledge is extensive. One could assume he has a long-lost mentor. Attempting to interrogate him will only leave one with the impression he had a mind of stone and will not crack under any sort of pressure, no matter how great the burden. Ebonygold lives a quiet life, listening and helping, but not often does he share about himself. Where he came from, how he learned what he knows, if he had a family. He may not have one now, but at some point he might've had brothers or sisters. He's old enough any kits he may have had would be a young warrior's age. Over time he opened up only to two - his apprentice, Ambersky, and the SunClan medicine cat Mountainsound. When it came to be that he was forced to leave, he did so, fleeing to the clan of his best friend. There the old tom could not be a healer anyone, and he learned long ago he is not fit of the life of a warrior; and so he found himself retired to the elder's den, taking up the role of the clumsy elder. He eventually fled SunClan after the execution of two of his sons to help raise his litter in DayClan. Mate: Mountainsound || Kits: There's like 20 of em Picture Link of Cat: i.postimg.cc/kGmvk6Vn/crop.jpg Optional: Feathers: Health, Patience
SWEETPAW / wheat ✧ Cleaver Summer night sneaking out from behind her moms back felt like trouble, lighting a thrill in her heart and throwing caution to the wind. Her paws skimmed the earth as she followed her brother out the back. Maybe if Harv hadn’t taken notice of the other kit they could have never left their peaceful childhood and quiet clan life. But the moment they walked out of the nursery with the other kit at their side they left their peace and quiet far behind, forgotten as a toy. DayClan was the big destination, the neighboring clan full of wheat. She had never left camp a day in her life though, the tunnels winded and the thrill of becoming lost intoxicated her mind, begging her paws to move further, see what was around every corner. If there was a string tied around her tail she would have tied herself up exploring every crevice if she could. When they emerged from the tunnels there was a river in their way and a long way to DayClan if they walked all the way around. Harv and Sweet chose to brave it, but they were older, a bit more nimble with sharper claws to hang onto rocks. The other kit was younger, more clumsy and his claws hadn’t grown in. He slipped, cracked his head open on a rock while choking down on water. No one knows if the head injury killed him or if he drowned. Harv and Sweet never blamed themselves, they blamed it on the twisting maze, the adults for not paying better attention, the current for being too fast, and the rocks for being too slippery. The guilt of killing the kit ran over her mind like she was water and the guilt was water. Never allowing it to touch her, but it poisoned her pureness nonetheless. The Sun God had little sympathy and cursed her and her brother to be forced to feel the pain the kit felt. They were hacking up water, heads pounding for a whole week as they suffered and lived. A slave to their own mortality, death follows Sweet closely. She has many near death experiences, but nothing can ever be enough to end her suffering. Sweet is very conflicted on where her heart lies in SunClan, sometimes dreaming of finding refuge in DayClan among the sweet wheat. Written by Faith. Mate: None || Kits: None Picture Link of Cat: 2.bp.blogspot.com/_N9wtKAb3vvc/TCz6L8VYU7I/AAAAAAAAJw4/iVSaROf0O6Y/s1600/orange+and+white+male+kitten.jpg Optional: Feathers: Freedom, Judgement
SNAKEROOTKIT / haven ✧ Cleaver A velvety gray-brown feline with thick black stripes and fairy light yellow eyes. Born to Ebonygold and Mountainsound, he was stolen away to DayClan to be raised in a safer environment. He/they. Mate: n/a || Kits: n/a Picture Link of Cat: i.postimg.cc/GpxcfwQ2/snake.jpg
working nights gives me a messed up sleep schedule- // Nightclan Deputy
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Post by hals on Aug 10, 2020 1:55:59 GMT -5
CELADINEKIT / dawn ✧ blessmyskull Celadinedawn is an ambitious and cunning she-cat. Her parents are Mountainsound and Ebonygold and being born of two previous healers, this she-cat has an aggressive streak a mile wide. Although she was born in Sunclan, Celadinedawn was taken to Dayclan during Bloodyrondo’s uprising. She is impulsive and full of energy as well. With the traits of a natural leader, she will take charge in any given situation and planning comes like second nature to her. Her pelt is a beautiful sleek blue gray with black freckles and her eyes are a vibrant and sharp green with gold flecks scattered in them. With group situations, Celadinedawn is always open to hearing other ideas and will take the time to think them over, pointing out the pros and cons for each one. Celadinedawn is highly observant and intelligent, but despite these attributes she can be quite restless and argumentative. She will go looking for a fight and challenge anyone unlucky enough to take her bait. She will take everything she is told and question it, especially if an order is given to her by an authority figure. It is her sarcastic nature and smartness that gets her into the most trouble, but she is loyal to a fault and will never wavier. Mate: N/A || Kits: N/A Feathers: Bravery and Loyalty Picture link of Cat: i.imgur.com/O4rbtbn.jpg
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 14, 2020 17:38:34 GMT -5
SKULLCAPKIT smoke ✧ strawberrycupid || peacemaker He's the one you avoid, the one you steer clear of if you know what's good for you. With a name like Skullcapsmoke, he almost can't blame them. It screams trouble, and so does he. He's monstrously tall, rippling muscles under a long coat of amber fur, like a championship cloak always on him. Wisps of white dance along the fibers, letting gold seep out like tabby marks. A couple of places are shadowed in a dusty grey, like the back of his ears and the bridge of his nose. Periwinkle blue eyes barely move, perpetually stuck in a way that makes him look mad. He was born from two healers but seemingly destined to fight. He knowingly walked down this path, learning how to push people's buttons just so he'd have the opportunity to fight them. He is aggressive in his beliefs but has a soft voice in saying them. Having to shout all the time doesn't help curb his reputation. Skullcapsmoke will talk out his issues with others before getting violent, but sometimes that talking out is only a few sentences. There's an art in intimidating others, a love even. But you can catch him replanting flowers or making sure bunnies or a deer's mom returns for them. He holds no shame in his softer acts, which only seems to sharpen the blade he keeps hidden in his mouth more. None || None Picture Link of Cat: i.imgur.com/jTTXpVp.jpg Optional: Name two feathers that your cat values: Compassion and Survival
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Aug 15, 2020 13:51:32 GMT -5
LOVESMITTEN Roleplayed by Racer
A long haired, intense auburn tom with the palest silvery-amber eyes and strawberry blonde freckles across his cheeks, giving him the appearance of someone blushing. With his good looks and charm, it is not hard to see why other cats are drawn to him. Where his brother is charm, he's the protector. With a mind that focuses solely on tasks given, and his cheery disposition, he's the informant, easily able to disarm a cat's safeguards with his chatty, bright demeanor. Lovesmitten would do anything to protect his family, including murder. He has a twisted sense of morality, living by a code of honor that only he understands "I have come to believe we are bound forever to those with whom we share blood. And while we may not choose our family, that bond can be our greatest strength or our deepest regret. This unfortunate truth has haunted me for as long as I can recall" Lovesmitten worships his mate Autumngossamer, and is a doting and loving father Warrior Pick a social rank for him faith XD
FLAWEDPERSPECTIVE ✧ pao || SOCIAL CLASS Flaws are a part of your character, but for this cat, they define her life. She is the daughter of Foxstar and Condorstrike, a sister and aunt to many, and a descendant of Dawnspirit and Sparrowmark. Since the first of their line, there have been flaws, they are found in every family, in every cat, and yet, have affected hers more than she can count. Dawnspirit and Sparrowmark were flawed in their love; it was broken and easily betrayed, to never be reformed. It started the flaws, the separation in her family. Their children separated and made their own lives, some more successful than others. And yet, one found love with the cat that helped begin the separation in the first place. Foxstar had been the cause of Dawnspirit and Sparrowmark’s divorce. She and Sparrowmark had an affair, producing kits of their own and the permanent separation of the two lovers Time passed and Sparrowmark and Dawnspirit died, still apart and having never found each other again in the afterlife. Foxstar mated again with Condorstrike, one of Dawnspirit’s children. They too produced kits, adding to the flawed love already found within the family. One of those kits was Flawedperspective. Her life was a flaw from the beginning, the product of a cat that had end other’s love and one that wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t been ended. While she may never know why she was named flawed by her mother, it has become a curse to the poor she-cat. Maybe she is the Sun God’s way of telling them how flawed their family really is, of trying to bring them back to the light. Flawedperspective has grown in to a cat undeserving of the name flawed. Her heart is made of gold, putting others before herself and tending to those in need. Long has she been tortured for her name, blamed and accused for being a flaw within SunClan’s borders and yet she still tries. Her patience and compassion know no bounds, resembling those that had been found in Dawnspirit years ago. It has been said that she is the reincarnation of her late grandmother, a second chance at a life of love. Many don’t see it with her brown agouti tabby fur and hazel eyes, but it is her personality that most resembles the deceased she-cat. It is from their disbelief that Flawedperspective has become insecure, an outcaste among her clanmates and family, a liar in some eyes, useless as a warrior, and undeserving of being a part of SunClan and the High Priestess’s family. They have become her flaws, her defining character. Few wish to know the cat beneath the rumors, to see who Flawedperspective really is, to see a different perspective. Her heart goes out to each of them—no matter that they are her torturers, her family, her clanmates—for she will not spread hate any more than it already has, even at the cost of her own faith in herself. Low self-esteem and confidence have plagued this poor she-cat her whole life. Fears and worries cloud her abilities. She has found no worth in herself, no use for her within her own home, no friends to call her own for long. For she is a flawed perspective that many wish to be rid of. And yet, Flawedperspective pushes on; she tends to the graveyard because no one else will, she pays her respect to those of higher ability and position to her, and she is content with her life as it is. Flawedperspective expects nothing to change in her flawed little world, but…maybe others can bust into has few have done before and bring a little more light in to her world. Mate || Dawninghope, Truesincerity, Insightfulcourage Picture Link of Cat: uniquevision.ph/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Hazel-Eyed-Cat.jpg Optional: Love and Growth
Post by Strawberryleaf on Aug 25, 2020 19:52:49 GMT -5
MEADOWKIT/FLAME ✧ firepool || "A fire is warm and relaxing. It is also dangerous if handled the wrong way." A young cat standing in the middle of a circle, that once was a fire, made by two-legs, moons ago. The sun shining down on her, turning her fur the color of fire, bright red, her eyes a bright yellow-green, like the sun ray, over grass, reflecting off a shiny surface. Meadowflame is her name and she has a short story to tell. At least for now.
Meadowflame was born in a Clan called DayClan. Born to a DayClan warrior named Splashgaze, and an unknown tom, who her mother had a fling with. She was born on July,25,2020, in DayClan's nursery and given all the love and nurturing from her Mother. Her Uncle, Snowthorn, doesn't really like her, but wants her to have a high status in the Clan, none-the-less.
She is a brave cat, putting herself in danger, though to some, it seems, like suicide, just to prove to her Uncle that she is worthy of his attention and love, and that she will one day rise to the occasion of getting a high status one day.
She is a good role-model, someone others can look up to, even her Uncle, who doesn't. because of this she strives to uphold the laws and rules, to show other cats how things are done. She takes over leadership roles, even among the kits, and won't stop until she has reached the highest rank that she can get or at least strive for.
Meadowflame is a warm and kind she-cat, who has a loving and caring nature, even though she wants a high status, she is willing to work for it, even as a kit. "She is a flame, spreading through a meadow, catching everything in her path and rising higher and higher."
Post by strawberrycupid on Aug 26, 2020 0:19:59 GMT -5
(i saw Fox back on the members and since idk if we still have like a guest section you aren't online to ask so here xD)
CARDINALSIN ✧ strawberrycupid || Maverick A drop-dead gorgeous auburn bengal tom with light green eyes like new shoots of grass. He toes the line between terrifying and suave, a kind of sweet sickness that can draw you in and take you over. He's led in life through his own curiosity and desire for knowledge, leading him to do unspeakable things to others. He'll never apologize, never try to be better, or understand the pain and suffering of others. Not that he could. Emotions are beneath him, buried so deep he forgets about them. He'll work himself to the bone though, and at least never seems to have any vice against Dayclan. Least till some snobby Peacekeeper orders him. Course, then it's their fault, of course. Glowstar and Vixenkismet soon || uh too many Picture Link of Cat: www.bengalcats.co/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/thor-bengal-cat-1.jpg Optional: Name two feathers that your cat values: Freedom and Hope
Post by Strawberryleaf on Aug 28, 2020 14:18:58 GMT -5
QUEENKIT/BEE ✧ firepool || Starting out as Maverick "A Queen is made, not Born!" An orange ginger tabby she-cat with a white strip down her nose, white paws and chest with piercing yellow -gold eyes, stands on a rock overlooking you. She stands regal and like a Queen. She watches you and leans her head down to be more equal to you. "You know who I am?" She asks softly almost in a seductive purr. You shake your head 'No' and gulp. This she-cat had caught you on DayClan's territory, but didn't attack you with her claws, but her words , would make you rethink, about you staying.
"Well ... Let me set you straight." She tells you before sitting on her haunches and taking in a deep breath. "My name is Queenbee. An unusual name for a warrior of DayClan, I know. But My Mother was a Kittypet-turned Queen and my Father was a warrior of DayClan. My Mother, Almondtree, formerly known as Almond, was out in the forest, taking a walk, when my Father, Blushface, and her met. Over time they became mates and my Mother fell pregnant. My Father convinced my Mother to leave her kitty-pet life and invited her to join him in DayClan. So my Mother did. After a few months, I was born, on July , 28, 2020, and here I am!" Queenbee said with a smile. " As for my name, well, My mother had chosen it before I was born and my Father didn't want to take it way, so it stuck. I took the name Queenkit, as it's the tradition of the Clan, later on as a warrior I became Queenbee. Growing up, I had to make my mark, to prove that I belonged. So I became a hard worker, working from sun-up to sun-down, eating last, usually when I was done for the day. I am a very enthusiastic cat, who tries to show an interest in Leadership and ruling, as well as the interest of others, though I do have a tendency to be give orders, even though I am not the one in charge. As a kit, I made the rest do as I wanted, often with threats of course. I am very expressive too. I will let you know when I don't approve of something you did or said. I hate to work alone and prefer to work in a group but I will if I have no other choice." Queenbee explains as she licks a paw and then continues. "I do hope in the future I will find my 'King' and have many Princes and Princesses, but for now, I must work my way from being a Peasant to becoming a Queen." She stares at you quietly now that she is finished explaining her life to you. You bow your head and rise, walking away from the territory as fast as you can. You didn't want to fight this 'Queen' You didn't want to know what she could do to you. She could easily chase you away or kill you, no one really knows, which she will do. "One must rise from the ashes and become a flame that lights the world, in order to rule it." None || None Picture Link of Cat: th.bing.com/th/id/OIP.mM5UuZXaDwdTJCzMYlMgLwHaF6?pid=Api&rs=1 Feathers: Control and Strength
INKKIT lore ✧ pao || SOCIAL CLASS Ink is used for many things but most importantly to write down all the stories, lore's, and legends of past. It tells of tales of strength, justice, and purity. Myths of greatness, defeats, and victory. Legends of kings, mystics, and knights. It is knowledge written to be remembered, revisited, and rejoiced. And for one car, is it how she lives her life. Inklore enjoys stories of all kinds but more importantly, she wants to record them all. Every conversation, every action, every thought, dream, and reality. She desires for the world of the future to know of the past, for the legends, tales, and myths to be recorded for those to come and remembered by those of the past. Calico fur tells it's own story. A plant-paint stained tail tip, claws constantly covered in dirt, gold eyes red-rimmed and exhausted from being up late each night. She's a fluffy mess but one with a mission in mind. Everything is written about, like a diary of her life, and those around her. Her knowledge is focused on her family, their troubles, and the clan they call home. She writes the stories, normally so caught up in her writing that she doesn't notice the world, her hunger, or her exhaustion. Inklore is a mystery even to her own family, barely has any friends and most cats hardly speak to her. She is known as odd, weird, and lost to random words sketched into the ground at her paws or painted upon rocks hidden away at the Hidden Pond. The problem is, her words never make sense. They are half-finished sentences, ideas never completed or changed mid-word. Nothing flows together and it makes her appear crazy, and many believe she is. In reality, she's thinking faster than her poor claws and tail-tip can keep up with. Her lips can't keep up with the speed either and words are practically useless to her for nothing ever comes out making sense when she does choose to speak. More often than not, she has conversations with words scratched into the dirt like a mute. The only one who seems to be able to understand her broken speech is her sibling Poembreaker. Maybe it's the way the words are placed and the nature of how they're spoken. Maybe Poembreaker takes them as poems and translates them into her own understanding. And maybe neither is truly understanding the other and only believes they are. It's a mystery, she's a mystery. But stories, legends, and more will be remembered for years to come. If only she could learn to slow down long enough to transcribe them to understanding. Mate || Kits Picture Link of Cat: i.pinimg.com/originals/13/68/fa/1368fa6f61ad3b0318a12a899450ba9c.jpg Optional: speed
WILLOWPAW (Foot) ✧ pseudo || SOCIAL CLASS Quick with an extra paw or some words of encouragement, WillowFoot has always been the first to jump in when she meets someone in need. Living her life one day at a time, her philosophy has always been to "leave it better than you found it." Although her heart is in the right place, it often gets in the way of impartial and logical thinking - and, in turn, will always be her greatest downfall. The little mass of white fur and black patches was born and raised in DayClan, alongside her brother, Raredream. Unlike many litters, it's easy to pick her sibling out of the crowd, as they share strikingly similar golden eyes. None || None Picture Link of Cat: lh3.googleusercontent.com/proxy/cbed7KR-wgCiOwVzFlxKVfEWZylRQ9TrJ2SWJQ99e2LR7NIEjIgF40mtwSZAWbg-eZwvt57r9V-H9g2Yg7DAOXqjfJLjvJKoV1Aqqz7_WqKgl0HtnR4NnkdCl6SWKlfL64cV83zBLnOQIZK9iO3prKN27f6xl6T4DH6n Feathers: Grace and Humility
