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MYTHKIT (maker) ✧ pseudo || SOCIAL CLASS More a thinker than a do-er-Mythkit has always been the man with a plan, but rarely ever the executor. He's incredibly intelligent, and has a knack for seeing all angles of things. Early to the concepts of strategy and planning, Mythkit has always taken things far more seriously than his peers. Even when there isn't an aspect of winning or losing, you can be sure that he's created one - although sometimes only internally. This has made him fiercely competitive and often a very black-and-white thinker. In result, He often gets stuck on the bigger picture of things, rather than the little details - or more importantly - the connotation of the details. It doesn't matter that his siblings weren't included in the game, only that he won or accomplished his personal goals. That being said, when he isn't caught up in the moment, he also manages to be emotionally intelligent as well. He's good at reading the emotions of others and anticipating their responses. Although Mythkit's return is often a bit robotic, it makes him a good shoulder to lean on. He's gotten good at consoling the other kits, despite the fact that his comforting usually comes with unwarranted advice. While his brain is likely his best aspect, it is also most definitely his biggest downfall. Along with an unmistakable mean streak, Mythkit also tends to overthink himself-- sometimes into a spiral, if left to his own devices too long. This is a part of himself that not many cats see, as he often isolates himself when he feels a meltdown coming on. None || None Picture Link of Cat: static7.depositphotos.com/1000829/726/i/450/depositphotos_7261357-stock-photo-tabby-cat.jpg
INSIGHTFULPAW/ courage ✧ phantom || SOCIAL CLASS Insightfulcourage is a medium sized Bengal tom with sharp but innocent green eyes. He is the son of Flawedperspective and Funk 'Etan, born in Sunclan but now residing in Dayclan with his mother and sister, Dawninghope after life in Sunclan fell into chaos under the reign of Bloodystar. MATE: n/a || KITS: n/a Picture Link of Cat: Picture Boop Optional: Protection & Compassion
I promise I will update this, just want to get him on the page for now cx
POEMKIT/ breaker ✧ phantom || Peacekeeper what she has to say can be taken many different ways, she's very cryptic and secretive in general but she also mixes words up causing frustration with Mythmaker and Storyteller but she gets along great with Legendkeeper, she only say half of what she means or very little in general about what she's talking about allowing you to imagine/interpret the rest, she's over all a quiet cat that just sits around and listens, gets along the best with Inklore MATE: n/a || KITS: n/a Picture Link of Cat: Picture Boop Optional: Will add later
Post by Strawberryleaf on Sept 12, 2020 13:27:29 GMT -5
HAYYEW ✧ strawberryleaf || MALVERICK Hayyew is a light brown tabby with emerald , grass green eyes, short fur and a round face. He was born on June 21, 2020, into DayClan, and is a pure-blood. Hayyew is the only living son of Daydream, his Mother and Sandswirl, his Father. He doesn't know who else is related to him, yet, but as time goes on he will. Due to not knowing any other relatives, he was raised by the Queens of the Clan, due to his Mother dying during kitting. His Father, died from an unknown disease that attacked his stomach, making eating and swallowing impossible to do, thus dying a slow and painful death. He has a misunderstanding of what a true family is and often doesn't know if he would make a great Father or a bad one. He doesn't understand love or the concept of it, so he has many flings and kits. He doesn't understand that he can have one cat to love. Because he had no one guiding him and helping him, he had to find an inner strength, to survive and learn things on his own. Hayyew is an observant tom, always watching and mimicking others and what they do. He seems to know things that could potentially hurt another cat or more, because he is always watching and listening. The only true connection he has to any cat is his connections to Starclan. They visit him in his dreams and teach him their ways. Hayyew hopes that Dayclan will care for him like Starclan does. He looks for guidance, acceptance and love. He doesn't care about rank, and while he would accept a position of power, he'd only do it to show that cats like him can do great things as well. None || None Picture Link of Cat: farm3.static.flickr.com/2233/2500060384_4d03f3662c.jpg?v=0
Optional: Survival, Clarity
CRAZYKIT (NOSE) ✧ strawberryleaf || MALVERICK My name is Crazynose. I am a white calico with splotches of black and orange on my face and back. I have emerald grass green eyes and short fur. I wasn't born into DayClan, instead I was born to a pure-blooded calico parents. My Father is unknown kitty-pet cat that fell in love with my mother. When I was born on September 2, 2020, my parents decided that I wouldn't be living with Two-legs but living in DayClan. They had befriended, Goldenphantom, a warrior of DayClan, who after discussing it with my parents, they said they would adopt me as their daughter. The problem was how to get me away from the Two-legs. After my parents and Goldenphantom talked, they decided that to get me away from the Two-legs, they would sneak me out of the doggy door, when they were away. So at sunset, my parents took me to the border of DayClan, where they met with Goldenphantom who then brought me to the camp. I was named Crazy, by the two-leg, due to my pelt coloring, so when I joined DayClan I was renamed Crazykit. My adopted parents raised me to be intuitive, having the ability to know or understand things without any proof or evidence. They also taught me how to become a great tracker and fighter. They showered me in love and acceptance. Growing up, I knew that I wanted to become a tracker and a great warrior, maybe reaching as far as becoming a leader or the leader of the Clan someday. When I became an apprentice and became known as Crazypaw, I was taught, by my mentor, to work hard, to obey the rules, to follow my instincts and to never let anyone tell me that I can't do something, just because I have pure kitty-pet blood. Even then, I often prove everyone wrong. I show them all that I will rise to become a warrior and maybe even a leader, despite not having any drop of Clan-blood in me. As I work towards becoming a warrior, I spend all my time training hard and listening to my mentor. I hunt for the Clan, risk my life and limbs for them. I even start to pray and honor StarClan. By the time I became a warrior and took the name Crazynose, I had earned the respect and love of my adopted family and Clan. I also had started to make a name for myself. I was becoming a great warrior and a notorious tracker. From a young kit, I would track others down and find them in mysterious places that most cats would find hard to sniff through. I desire to become a mother, to have kits and a mate that loves me for who I am and not for the blood that runs in my veins. One of my main fears is that other's will look down on me because I have no clan-blood. One of the things I like to do is tracking things down. The main thing I dislike is other's teasing kitty-pets due to their blood linage. What I am great at and mostly known for is my tracking and fighting skills. I am terrible at hunting, but still try my best. None || None Picture Link of Cat: catzone-tcwebsites.netdna-ssl.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/calico-cat-focus.jpg Optional: Endurance, Stability
(Adopted Mother is Goldenphantom Roleplayed by Strawberrycupid)
There are seven scientifically recognized ways of forgetting information. The first one is humiliated silence. This is when a memory is so overwhelmingly humiliating that the memory is repressed. The second type is planned obsolescence. This is the process of purposely forgetting a memory. The third and most known type is amnesia, which is when a head injury causes a loss of known information. The most rare type of forgetting is the formation of a new identity. Identities, or personalities, can cause forgetting of memories when the other identity is in control. The fifth type is prescriptive forgetting. This method is sometimes used by psychiatrists to help the patient forget a traumatic experience through medication. The sixth and most unknown is annulment, followed by repressive erasure, or repressing and forgetting. Psychologists don't take note of the eighth way of forgetting, because they don't want to believe such a thing can exist. Memoriam Vacuata, or Voided Memories. This is when someone causes another to forget memories on purpose. This phenomenon is the reason that VoidedMemories can't remember anything before she joined dayclan. She has no knowledge of her background, though she doesn't need it anyways. Her pure black pelt and toxic green eyes are enough to tell her that she didn't come from a kind background. The dark thoughts that fill her head only further prove this. Despite these overwhelming thoughts, she is cooperative to those in higher power, telling her that wherever she came from, there was an unrelenting hierarchy. Even though she doesn't know her past, VoidedMemories is determined to make the best of her future.
Post by stardance on Sept 20, 2020 23:24:00 GMT -5
IGZIQ HATLIWARAN✧ stardance || MAVERICK The sun sets on a world of pain and agony and ushers in a night of suffering and fear. It is quite relaxing, isn't it? The stench, or aroma, of fear everywhere, the sticky traces of blood on the walls. It soothes her soul. Her attraction for the substance was no fault of her own. Much to her father’s displeasure, she grew up in the League at the dawn of the New Order. Her mother embraced the changes and did not hesitate to teach her the ways of the League. Being a kitten, she went along with it and set herself on a path to being a killer among killers; however, her father had other plans. Shortly before her promotion to a trainee, her father stood up to her mother. The exchange of words escalated into an exchange of tooth and claw. The fight was short, but the damage was permanent. She watched her mother bleed out before her very own eyes. The frightening part to her was the raw emotion her mother still had. It was love for her child and her killer, and her father looked no different. They had both wanted the best for her, but their love for her destroyed each other. It was a sight she will never forget. In a panic, her father sent her away from the League, only whispering a few frantic words to her before sending the young cat away with her current name. For her development, such an outcome was perfect. She developed cunning and diligence with her mother but learned almost all the rest on her own and during her time in Absum Lux. She is not a ruthless killer, rather a tactical one. Deaths inspire fear, but after some point each successive kill will weaken the effect. By killing tactically, death is a messenger and never loses its sting, but that doesn’t mean she hates to kill. She enjoys it to some degree but understands that it is a tool before anything else. The distinction separates her from her birth clan, something she is proud of. She has killed and conned in the past, but that’s where she prefers to keep it. Her past as a loner is far behind her, infinitely more so with the League. She does her best to make sure almost no one knows where she’s from. She has always been inquisitive, eager to learn what makes something tick. That core personality gives way to other more layered parts of the she-cat. She is prideful of her work, perhaps more so than she should be. The numerous cruel things she has done and seen made her numb to all emotions. She sees things plainly. No attachments. No nonreal variables. Love is fleeting to the she-cat. She can never find herself emotionally attached to anyone for any sizable period time. By no means does the she-cat not care for anyone, but the root of it lies in logic rather than emotion. She inherited her father's Bengal ancestry, so her fur has dark spots and splashes like any Bengal, but her beauty lies in her auburn undertones. Her eyes are a vibrant sea blue. Her gaze is often unreadable but full of purpose. There is a three centimeter long scar just above her left eye from a particularly violent experiment. A triangle with a circle inscribed inside of it was carved into her chest prominently as well. Her emotions numbed, who knows where she will go, what she will do. Ousted from the Coalition, the she-cat wandered for a long time. Now she has returned to finish what she started. She is the Huntress, or she was. That name, but not its secrets, fell into the past as she settled down in DayClan for the time being. None || None
MIRZA✧ stardance || PEACEKEEPER The tom is a thin, wiry, white bengal with a black right side of his face that seems to be engulfing the rest of his face. His eyes are a sea glass green often looking at everyone like they’re a piece of prey. Mirza is very close with his family spending time with everyone from his uncle Thane to his aunt Zakiyyah, but he’s closest with his father and brother Akabane. Mirza is always looking out for the family and typically serves their best interest, hence is placement in the Internal Affairs district. If something were to appear that would threaten his family, he wants to be able to warn them. Anyone outside of his family though he’s often self centered and only looking out for himself purely because he feels he cannot trust them. After experiencing how much the League turns on other cats and knowing how the Regime would kill his father given the chance, he doesn’t lend his trust easily to those outside his family. Mirza is highly intelligent and took his training to heart, and is capable of finding cat's weak points in a matter of minutes. He often uses his family's ancient technique, the shadow trick. He’ll lurk in the shadows, dash out and slash someone hard in a weak point and dodge back into the shadows and proceed back and forth. He’s like a bolt of silver and black lightning in battle, weaving in and out till his foe lies dead on the ground. He’s a textbook sociopath, carrying only the heart to look out for his family. While he tries to understand other people's feelings, it's almost impossible for him to, but his family, specifically Thane, had the heart to teach him how to fake a laugh, cry fake tears, and smile with feigned confidence. None || None
Post by Flurryofstars on Sept 21, 2020 5:02:55 GMT -5
MOTHKIT tooth ✧ flurryofstars || SOCIAL CLASS (you can choose) Life has never been easy for Mothtooth. He was born from the Winter and DayClan blind dating event but abandoned by his parents, and his sister was kidnapped in a WinterClan raid. Soon after, he discovered he had a phobia of any animal that wasn’t a cat. Because of his unexplainable fear, Mothtooth doesn’t go out much and he refuses to eat the meat of normal prey animals. Surviving only off of plants and insects, he earned the name Mothtooth. Despite it all, he’s actually a very normal guy otherwise, just wanting to live a peaceful life and survive in a clan littered with servant mice and strange cuisines. He’s good in crowds and lives for attention. Because he’s almost always in camp unless with a bodyguard, Mothtooth has to find ways to entertain himself, usually at the expense of his clanmates. He’s quite the prankster, but it’s all in good fun. There’s not a wicked bone in his body. Short-furred like his DayClan parent, he has tuxedo colorings and moss green eyes. Mate || Kits Picture Link of Cat: www.millcreekvet.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/22/2017/05/cat-outside-spring.jpg Optional: Youth + Protection
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 Sept 25, 2020 18:34:11 GMT -5
Just small description update
Lovesmitten A longhaired, 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" Lovesmitted is completly devoted to his mate Autumngossamer, even though it took a while for their relationship to form.
DIREBLOOM ✧ springbuck || MAVERICK There isn't always a way out. As a kitten, she knew, but she didn't understand. A. freshly graduated warrior of some springs past, now she knows, the way pawsteps grow quiet in her presence, the way she can snake through any group and have them scatter around her like buzzards: Direbloom is not a good girl. Hulking and lithe, the only sibling she knows is her shadow, long and as dark as her oft-matted storm cloud pelt, and like the wind and the cloud pregnant with rain, trace of her is not hard to come by; she is tall enough to be two heads higher than the fall wheat if she stretches on her hinds, and fluffy enough to get a tuft of hair caught on almost everything and everyone she passes. She is an anxious, brooding thing, pale grey eyes ringed with black halos barely blinking as they drink in any sign of a conflict, and make no mistake, conflicts mostly appear because she wills them too. She is an enforcer, sharp-toothed and blunt-tongued, and she is an advocate of darker places, an enemy of any status quo, possessing a massive disdain for authority and systems of deservedness. If you ask her, the word 'deserve' is made-up. It does not exist. What exists is guilt, and stress, and working too much for the wrong things, and not enough for the love in your heart. She has paid through the nose to end up at the bottom of the barrel. And the best part is, they think they can punish someone that does not believe punishment exists, and she will sometimes laugh to herself quietly over her evening meal, thinking about the day some high class roach forces her to remain at their side, and if they will think of her that they deserve her. None || None Picture Link of Cat: imgur.com/0zIYX2G
DEALINGKIT desire ✧ Jetclaw || SOCIAL CLASS One of the many children of Deal, and she looks a lot like her father and namesake. A tuxedo black an white she cat, with the blue eyes of her mother, Soaringbird. Born in DayClan the clan that has served as a refuge for her family. She grew to be confident and assertive and do her best to ignore the odd looks she occasionally gets. She was raised in a loving family and is very trusting. Mate || Kits Picture Link of Cat:https://i.imgur.com/9N0rMM6.jpg
COYOTEKIT chaser ✧ stardance|| SOCIAL CLASS He never had what other kits had. A kithood. A coyote stole that opportunity from him when he was just born. Shortly after his birth, and a coyote caught him and chewed up his legs. The tragic event made him unable to walk, but it never got to the kitten. This was his normal, and unfortunate one at that. That being said, the kitten did want to hunt and fight more than any other kit. He was going to be a warrior, no different than everyone else. He has very particular tastes in food, and will reject anything not fitting to his standards. When he does eat, his often picks at his food. Like his father Snowcloak, he has a grey point pattern on his fur, but his is shorter. His eyes are a bright blue one would find on the most pristine beaches. Mate || Kits Picture Link of Cat:https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9c/09/f8/9c09f83c8e6d5648483ce4611525ce02.jpg
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 28, 2020 19:59:00 GMT -5
LIONDYNASTY ✧ strawberrycupid || SOCIALITE He'd been in the shadows for too long. While not scorned or forgotten, he merely disappeared for years. Maybe he was jealous of the power thrown onto his sister and not him. Or the praise other garnered. He was mostly ignored as a kit and apprentice, each act somehow upstaged by someone else. Though the instant that sister got to be High Priestess, he threw himself into the role of the High Priestess' brother. As soon as that power left, he seemed too as well. Until one day when he strolled into Dayclan like it was nothing special. What on his siblings is bright red fur is a darker brown on his. Hints of orange are splashed across his chest and legs, but the rest of his pelt gradually changes between light brown to a brownish-blackish color. The fur around his muzzle has started to go white with age, but his dark brown eyes still hold the fire of youth. Liondynasty is Vixenkismet's brother and isn't one to let you forget it. He has strong pride in his family and his blood. But also, about everything else. If he does wrong, he'll blame anyone but himself. If you don't acknowledge his greatness, he'll harass you until you relent. For all his persistence, it doesn't mean he's very cunning. It's easy to catch him in a lie, or his proclamations don't line up to reality, but he'll still always deny. Vixen was always the brains of the litter, and that continues to this day. At least with him. He's undyingly loyal to Vixen and tends to listen to her before anyone else. Whether to her pleasure or annoyance, he doesn't really care. A bit too leery for his own good as well, but that's probably the blood talking. Mate: None || Kits: None Picture Link of Cat: i.pinimg.com/564x/d8/be/bb/d8bebbbfa7c16186b8a3e2dd1bfd03fe.jpg Optional: Name two feathers that your cat values: Endurance and Loyalty
JADEDCAVALIER ✧ strawberrycupid || PEACEKEEPER "Yeah, but what if..." has become his catchphrase at this point. It might be how Jadedcavalier has managed to live for so long. His start wasn't exactly pleasant, with his father gone and his mother abusive. He and his siblings were made apprentices at 2 moons, and by 4 moons, they had the skill to kill her. Burying her was like burying a part of himself. He's never known safety, known a home. If Jaded didn't have anxiety at this point, he developed it soon after. Everything and anything could lead to their deaths, that's what he always saw. Always feeling Death's grip on his shoulder, the scythe right by his neck. But it was like he was the only one that could see it. For as tight-knit as he is with his brothers, they never had the same concerns as him. It left him as the reasonable one or the Debbie Downer to his brothers. He voices every concern that crosses his mind, tending to play devil's advocate. Because for all the brilliance they can see, he can only see holes and consequences. How everything that can go bad will. Jaded doesn't trust many cats outside of his immediate circle, mentally preparing himself to be stabbed in the back. Jadedcavalier has honed his skills, trained every day to be prepared for any situation. He is a longhaired, golden tom with grass-green eyes and blonde highlights across his cheeks and along his spine, making him appear to always have the sun on his back. Mate: None || Kits: None Picture Link of Cat: www.sibaris.ru/i/pammir1.jpg Optional: Name two feathers that your cat values: Survival and Health
TRACKINGKIT / destiny ✧ Cleaver Trackingdestiny was born to a pair of criminal former leaders, a secret that didn't stay hidden from him for long. He heard the stories about his father Deal, but he didn't know what to think about them; when he discovered the truth of his adopted siblings in NightClan, he was even more shocked, and how could he handle the news that his mother's ex-mate was part of a powerful dynasty? He was so close to being a strong, rich warrior, but instead he grew up in the gutters of DayClan - which are considerably nicer than the best some other clans could offer him. Yet Trackingdestiny doesn't mind that his family has its dark secrets. He's going to make his own legacy. Trackingdestiny is looking for greatness and he's going to find it. He's a cat of action, preferring to leap headfirst into problems instead of sitting around talking and worrying. He can be a rebel, defying authority when his leaders take too long to come to a decision, and he isn't afraid to stand up for his own opinion. Trackingdestiny is a fiercely independent mostly-black tom with a white face and pale blue eyes. He was born to Soaringbird and Deal. MATE: n/a || KITS: n/a Picture Link of Cat: i.postimg.cc/2SBS3mPd/track.jpg Optional: Feather: Grace
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 Nov 1, 2020 18:50:45 GMT -5
Buzzingswarm ✧ Racer With long snowy white fur, some wonder how such a tom had born into SunClan. The only thing about his appearance that suggests SunClan is the warm hues of honey drizzled onto his face, ears, and feet. Even stranger is the fact that he ended up in DayClan, at least until you hear the story of it. As an apprentice he spent time training with a young DayClan apprentice, and even though both of them were reluctant to admit it at first he ended up falling for him. When WinterClan attacked DayClan, Fairytalehunt was gravely injured. Hearing the news, Buzzingswarm ran to DayClan to be by his side and just never left. He still keeps in contact with some of his family members in SunClan, but his loyalty with with his new boyfriend. Buzzingswarm is always full of energy life, some even say impulsive. He always gives 100% in everything that he does, voicing his opinion often and loudly. He has difficulty lying, whenever he does so weighing heavily on him until he blurts it out even at an inconvenient time. pic in a moment Mate:Fairytalehunt Kits:None Picture Link: i.imgur.com/Hk3x355.png
Scarletblush ✧ Racer Upon her sea of soft vanilla cream fur, streaks of scarlet appear like the sun peeking over the horizon. Thin delicate, stripes wind their way over her legs and tail sometimes leading cats to wonder if these colors are her natural pattern or the work of a skillful painter. Her face the color of warm honey, save for the scarlet blush that lies underneath her golden eyes. Mate:None Kits:None Picture Link: i.imgur.com/miRzZsP.jpg
Romancefable ✧ Racer A pure white tom with captivating golden eyes and silky soft fur, Romancefable was always the golden child growing up. Queens wanted their daughters to grow up to be his mate, she-cats developed crushes on him, and he got used to getting whatever he wanted with the charming smile of his. However, this wasn't enough for Romancefable. He didn't want to settle down with just any she-cat, he wanted a true love story like the ones in the tales whispered in his ear as a kit to help him sleep. He truly believed in love at first sight and soulmates, and would accept nothing less than this blinding all consuming love. As a warrior he finally found the she-cat of his dreams, the girl he could spend hours upon hours talking about, who managed to capture his heart from the first moment he laid eyes upon her. Yet, in a cruel twist of fate, she didn't return his affections immediately, put off by his overly dramatic romantic gestures. Azura, Azura, Azura... Romancefable didn't give up, fighting for her attention and love like the knights in the stories, until finally he won her over. Mate:Azura Kits:None Picture Link
Fallfling(Updated description) Love her, or hate her, Fallfling knows who she is and what she wants out of life. Her bold actions have given this beautiful she-cat a bad reputation of being insensitive. She isn't afraid to say what is on her mind, or to point out other cat's flaws. Arguing with Fallfling will get get you no where, far to stubborn to ever admit to her mistakes. She spends a lot of her time alone and isolated with only her ferret Sprout for company. Most cats confuse her, and she would be alone than dealing with their issues. Not without her own internal struggle, relationships is typically the cause and solution to her insecurities. This often misunderstood cat longs for a deep connection. For someone to see past her incredible looks to the soul within. He long auburn fur, with stripes the color of toasted almonds, and eyes as stunning as the sun.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 11, 2020 22:09:16 GMT -5
Smitty Lopadotemachoselachogaleokranioleipsanodrimhypotrimmatosilphioparaomelitokatakechymenokichlepikossyphophattoperisteralektryonoptekephalliokigklopeleiolagoiosiraiobaphetraganopterygon ✧ Honeystorm A gray and white tabby tom with dusty green eyes swirled with ocean blue. He has the hats. Son of Ebonygold and Mountainsound. More bio tba.
PANDORA ✧ Honeystorm || Idk, probably Peacekeeper or Socialite? The child who should never have been born. She is beautiful in her own right, bearing auburn fur kissed with cinnamon swirls, ebony lace twirling down her spine, and four pristine white paws, complete with long legs, and pointed, fox-like features. Her eyes are iridescent green, of a shade that matches the stains that cling to her thick fur. Once upon a time, she was a punishment given to Glowstar and Foxstar, a kit meant to destroy DayClan and SunClan if they could not come together. Alongside her sister Bluejay, such a destiny very nearly came true. And from it, a hatred for the god who forced such a fate on her grew, that when the Sun God gave her power beyond what any normal cat could have, she took it to DayClan. Initially, she abused it, trying to force cats to listen to her, but very quickly came to realize she didn't want to be the same sort of evil as the deity who created her. By now, Pandora sort of keeps to herself, like a wizard in their tower who keeps DayClan safe from afar. She's kind, if a bit chaotic, like one of her mothers, Glowstar, though if angered she can be as downright tyrannical as her other parent, Vixenkismet. Lucky for DayClan, then, that she has made herself into their guardian, instead of an enemy. None || None Picture Link of Cat: Tba Optional: Freedom, Hope
NIGHTSHADEINTUITION ✧ Honeystorm || Peacekeeper
A long furred black tom with blind gold eyes. Generally kind, and lowkey obsessed with Burningsummer. Son of Mountainsound and Ebonygold. He is relatively calm most times, content enough to fade into the background and boost those around him rather than seeking the spotlight himself.
