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Born under the quite shroud of the night, under a sky full of starts and a moon swollen and bright. Young at heart and full of a fierce fervor for exploration. The moment her small paws could carry her they were set out towards the prospect of adventure, towards the yearning desire for new discoveries. She tumbled into danger head first alongside siblings she has long since lost without regrets. Blue eyes wide and exuberant at the chances constantly laid before her and the unknown that refused to be conquered. Her spirit has always burned bright and strong even when she ran herself ragged from one ill thought out quest to another. Her thoughts are often preoccupied thinking of things miles away, of the yet unmade discoveries of treasures and experiences she can only dream of. Her wanderlust constantly pushing her to straying away from staying in one place for to long. Whimsical and absent minded as she is, one would be mistaken to assume this made her any less than they themselves. For her ears have heard wondrous stories and tragic tales, eyes watched great triumphs and crushing defeats, and her claws have been bloodied on some of the fiercest enemies. So preoccupied in her thoughts and aspirations Strayspirit never manages to quite say what she means and often leaves others scrambling to follow along in her words.
CURRENT NEEDS
✘I'll make it through the darkness and make sure I'm coming home
apprentice age cats that are found and brought to fallclan on someones word but they constantly cause problems and issues. And they refuse to change their bandit way to assimilate to the clan.
ROBINPAW [HOOD]Carefree and mischievous. He has a firm sense of justice despite the trouble he is often causing.
LITTLEPAW [MONSTER] - Little John equivalent Contrary to his moniker he is actually a rather large tom. Cunning and loyal he is Robin's right hand man and often by his side.
WILDPAW [WOLF] - Much the millers son fierce guard of the group, protective. Does what needs to be done but still has a sense of honor.
SCARLETPAW [JEWEL] - Will Scarlet often the cautionary member of the group, beautiful
There are some who are seemingly born happy, or perhaps warm would be a better way to state it. They shake of the woes of the world like one might shake of an errant leaf, willing to push through the thorny brambles that life might put into their path and pick their way through on slow but sure steps. Delightfulway is one such tom, one who has seemingly never slowed as he went through lifes hurdles and handled his tumbles with a warm grace. A white tom with faded grey tabby making and large green eyes. Energetic and charismatic he's a hard tom to dislike when one first gets to know him, it is as time goes on that things become more difficult. His finicky and oftentimes picky undertones start to shine through after a period of acquaintance and it is during this time Delightfulway makes his true friends with those who work alongside him through his pickiness. He is not one to try and change himself to make others more pleased with him, whether that be his finicky nature or the twitch that he can't control though he rarely ever tries.
There is a saying that if you enjoy what you do that you won't work a day in your life. It's a stupid saying and not true but he's happy to take advantage of it. To say the phrase with a taunting smirk paired with a wink as he plays his own games and makes his own fun. Play, play, play all fun and games. There is a never ending energy to him, almost manic with his pearly smiles and erratic decisions. The more childlike cats love him, those with any sense of responsibility find themselves driven to stress headaches by him. Green eyes gleam when he drives others over the edge, slinking through the shadows with his dark brown coat streaked with black. He has never known when to stop and will walk on glass for a chance of coming out on top. Childsplay must be the winner in every encounter unless he wants to be the looser. And if being the winner means breaking himself then that's what he will do. His family despaired for him, tried to persuade him to take more care, to realize that there was nothing worth breaking himself for. Tried to teach him to let things go. Instead he let them go and struck out on his own, refusing to be tamed or tethered. He refuses to be quiet in any situation and will howl his disagreement with things for the moon itself to hear.
CURRENT NEEDS
WILD/CRAZY MATE
✘ Fear won't be the death of me, i won't go quietly into the night
She was born into a family a males, the lone female of her litter; her mother passing during her birth. She grew forced into a role she never picked out for herself. Shoved into a box to fit her fathers expectations, to avoid her brothers mocking. Told to accept her brothers belittlement and rough treatment because that's simply how boys are. Defending herself got her labeled unruly and unladylike. Taught to bow her head in the face of others belittlement and accept what others offered her with grace even if it wasn't what she wanted. She learned to read others and their intentions from miles away to give herself time to disappear from situations she wouldn't be able to get out of. To save herself from the worst of the damage; though it did not always work. She could never disappear from her fathers requirements and she could never truly run from her brothers. Her family suffocated her and twisted her into something they thought she should be, their ideal daughter, their ideal sister. She became a doormat, not necessarily eager to please as she had learned young that there was truly no pleasing everyone. But too conditioned, too afraid to try and stand up for herself later in life. It gained her a mate at an age that felt too young, in a tom she thought uncouth and a mark against life as a whole. With him came even more piling expectations on her shoulders that she struggled to balance while still keeping her head up and posture straight. She tried to take solace in her own thoughts, her daydreams of better things. But there was no escaping reality when one was constantly forced to confront it. Confront it in her father parading her around like a prize show horse, her brothers whispering belittlement into her ears; never taught anything else, and her own mate dismissing her like she was a pretty toy to pull out for brief entertainment then hidden away once more. Slowly cracks started spreading, breaking under the weight she had been forced to carry, threatening to ruin to her. But sometimes she will think back and reflect that she was already an amalgamation of ruins called beautiful in their destruction with no one questioning what had tore her to pieces. It was not her father with his dismissive expectations who broke her last remaining foundations, nor was it her brothers with their cruelty, it was her mate with his dismissive ownership. He expected kits and did not care for her objections or protests. As days went by she felt like crumbling dust inside herself, ashamed for even associating with this tom she hated. And older she-cat saw her listless suffering and sat with her; and this she-cat saved her life. She told her the story of her mother, who had been a fierce warrior before mating her father and who had never bowed a day in her life. And with that came the shame of her own folded spine, but it also brought a fierce desire to be stronger for her mothers memory. She flashed fangs the next time her 'mate' came to her and when her father came to roar his expectations she screamed louder. When her brothers tried to tear her down she bloodied them and wore a blood filled smile when she was labeled a savage. She struck out on her own with her head held high and the weight of those expectations tossed aside. The memories still stained her thoughts, and her actions still hesitated when faced with a choice to please herself or live up to those old doctrines. Still twisting herself to fit the needs of her children desperate to give them everything they could need. But she bloomed as time went on and fought for a place for herself in a world that sneered at her for being a lone pregnant she-cat. She would be strong; she would be her own person, even if she had to fight for it.
CURRENT NEEDS
FUTURE MATE ; THERE WILL BE A LONG BUILD UP VERY VERY LONG
The hardest battles are the ones you fight with yourself. What use if your pride when it only ever gets you hurt, why not surrender it for the betterment of your own existence. What use is your own throne of self-confidence if it only brings you misery. It's a pitiful mindset in her eyes but one she has taken up. Leaving behind that throne, that crown that held her head high in the face of dispute and firm in her morals and opinions. Now she is a puppet that speaks for others benefit, carved out by her own loss and anguish. Left to be filled by others rhetoric, their desires strengthening her spine and keeping her standing. A lean black she-cat with pale sea-green eyes she fits right into Nightclan even if as time passes she feels more and more of a sham. The loss of her first love and then the birth of her stillborn twins ruined her. Having to bargain, in the end beg, for Kier to let her leave the torture of the nursery and join the warriors once more broke those ruins to pieces and left her crumbled to dust. Nothing better than a puppet at times she wonders at times why she bothers. Tigerlily used to be a credit to her name and now she is nothing more than an embarrassment.
CURRENT NEEDS
FATHER FOR A SECOND LITTER
✘I'll make it through the darkness and make sure I'm coming home
T H R E A D S
with kier
with snowblister
??
THOUGHTS
She hates Kier but most so she hates herself.
She finds herself hating Snowblister more than Kier, she thinks Snowblister is worse in her cruelty than Kier
She wants another litter of kits and won't consider herself redeemed until she manages to bring new life into the world.
The plan is for her to die giving birth to a new litter of kits. Leaving them behind.
Give him an inch and he'll take a mile, take your eyes off him for a moment and he'll disappear to cause a ruckus. There has never been a reserved bone in his body, and never did he have a positive figure in his life that would encourage patience. Instant gratification is what he seeks and if he can't achieve it then he doesn't want it. There's something wild in him, out to seek a good time and not caring how long the good times last. He finds himself with very little patience for others and often bites at the bit to escape those he finds uninteresting. His arrogant and dismissive nature makes him something of a fool. But he's a pretty fool with his soft cream coat laced with light tabby markings on the legs and around the features of his face. Bringing attentions to his big baby blues; distracting from his dark tail that lashes with ill-intent more often than not. When he's feeling exhausted rather emotionally or physically he pouts and plays up dramatics to try and get attention and others to cater to him. Which in turn either works perfectly, gets amused looks, or draws negative reactions that send him scuttling to hide out until the heat blows over.
CURRENT NEEDS
FRIENDS
Breaking bones and taking everything in front of me Praising beggars looking up to heaven from their knees
A whole new world, wouldn't that be nice? If he could have everything he ever wanted, he'd be at the top of the ladder, all grins, and charisma, with the prettiest she-cat at his side and all the riches in the world, never having to bow down or serve anyone else. Of course, that's far from the truth. Born as a scrappy little kit in a world that didn't have space for scrappy cats like himself, he's always had to fight his way up. His ginger fur sticks out all over this place, his blue eyes flash green like envy in just the right light, he truly fits his namesake. He too, is the type who wants to know more for the sake of having an upper hand. Equipped with a sarcastic tongue and a dangerous gleam in his gaze, his personality is one that fans a flame. He enjoys the idea of chaos, and loves to start drama wherever it goes. It makes him feel powerful, being the center of attention, manipulating everyone, making them his flying monkeys. When he says dance–in the gossipy words of someone who knows too much–they dance. Creative and clever, he constantly tears things down to build them in his own image. He believes he can hold a new world within him, that he's meant for greater things, and no one will stop him in the end.
Goldenpeony - Born a bright star in an otherwise dark time, her father just having passed due to an infected wound and her mother wasting away in her grief and fear towards the future. Her whole kithood she would be told that it was her birth that brought light to her mothers world once more. Her bright pelt and eyes a sign to her mother that there was light in even the darkest times. Perhaps this is what led to the arrogant tilt to her jaw and flinty light to her stare. For as much as her mother toted her birth as a sign of good fortune Goldenpeony grew to be a dark rain cloud in others. A tongue sharp enough to to cut and used skillfully enough to leave the wounds festering. Her desire to heal others is born more for her own desire to be indispensable than a true nurturing nature. Young as she is she knows what she wants and where she wants to be in the future. She shuns others signs of good will with suspicion born of a deeper paranoid nature and is often hunting for deeper meanings that are truly rarely there. Overconfident to a fault at times she is assured she can handle anything and everything life might bring her all on her own. This often leaves her on thin ice, though she has yet to truly fall into something she can't salvage. Link to image : link
Sometimes a young kid will just latch on to the first father like figure they see in his case the first father likes to figure he saw I was here at Tom who would say good night clan to my storm who seem to have to be unstoppable and lilac pause mind he was larger than life bigger than anything he could dream to be the crush was born almost from the first moment he was willing to do anything for his idol even if that meant contorting himself into a twisted parody of his mother's hopes for him he hates violence and blood honestly he hates most things than because the world is gross. He didn't care about his brother's disabilities because why I care about something so trivial when the tides have changed were upon them. His name was going to be attached to this change he was destined for greatness and he knew it so what if he wasn't a fighter so what if he hated the smell of blood the side of blood could barely hunt because he just found it disgusting he had worked himself into cures shadow and built his identity around it and that's all that mattered in this new nightclan.
Two sides. With those he doesn't know he speaks in riddles.
Those he does know he is vain, free with his laughter, and clever.
Head cannons.
Holds grudges forever.
Loves quickly and fleetingly.
loves meeting others?
future kits
Hiddenmessage
Secretkey
Let me tell you a tale let me spin your yard there are those who are bold in those who will hide neither is quite the smartest option no the smartest choice in a confrontation is to always out with them and leave them scrambling. Puzzle maker has never tied himself down to any sort of beliefs any sort of morals he does as he wishes and he is who he is. He laughs when it's appropriate or not and speaks in riddles. There's a great joy to be found in watching another confusion as they're greeted by a dilemma of self. When those seas close to he is affectionate and kind but it's kindness comes with an undertone of mocking. He considers himself the prettiest one in any gathering and has the confidence to carry that belief. Because truthfully what's more attractive than confidence. He loves meeting others and has never tied himself down.
The start of potentially darker bio cuz I'm sort of thinking of putting him in nightclan 2. There's damage to be done chaos to be brought fires to be set lives to be lost. He won't need violence he won't need to shed blood all she will need is his tongue. A riddle weaved is a seed planted. He speaks of plainly but is never understood, for what use does he have with the sheep of the masses. He won't speak to them he'll speak down to them he'll climb on his pedestal and give a great speech but not a word of it will be in reach. Only is equals will find the true value of his utterance. He'll hide a whole message in a story all the secrets you could possibly want to know he'll tell them to you you just have to find them. And exercise and frustration it's a wonder how he became this way. And he wished she had a great story to tell you there is no tail no epic to be woven no Shakespeare to be found. Puzzle maker is simply who he is. They saw the damage you could cause with a few places riddles and well with the gossip so the power he could hold from a lofty place high above. There's not even much scheming to be done we have a few riddles hold on to the answers The ripped themselves apart trying to piece together a meeting. And isn't that the great joke of it what if there is no meaning what if he's spinning his yarns and telling his riddles for no other purpose than his own amusement. The pretty Siamese Tom is the only one who can tell you what he wants the only one who can tell you what he means and I think different time but what if he doesn't even know what he means his desires are fickle is motivation is fleeting.
What good is a target on your back, what good is a gilded crown? One that is nothing more than an illusion, a blanket of security that one can't truly afford. Because with every position of power comes the threat of envy and deceit. Gather around, come sit and hear the story of a tom too honest to see that knife coming for his back. Once the proud older brother to our antagonist, he was the light of the little toms world; his personal shining star. There was no envy for his older brother, no chasm between them despite different mothers and the large difference in age. No there was only admiration and love. And he lost it all when his brother fell sick and died in-front of him, choking on his last breaths and in a rage. It was in those last moments our antagonist learned his brothers death was no accident. No someone had poisoned him for his rising glory and the little tom could do nothing. You see he had always been considered weak, more concerned with playing and flirting than making a name for himself as an apprentice. He could do nothing for his brother in his life, but in those last shared moments he swore he would do everything for his brother in his death. Born his mothers fairytale, her perfect ending as she passed in his kitting but regretted not a moment of it. He was raised by his shining half brother and toddled at the gruff toms side like a duckling. Loosing him as an apprentice ruined him for long moons, a ghost of the smiling thing he used to be. He was convinced he would never get his own fairytale ending, not without his brother by his side. And as such he became Fairytalesorrow, weak in mind and spirit. Or so everyone would think with his assertions of such. His favorite phrase is "I don't know or don't ask me." If not for his pure-blooded family history in Winterclan he would never have survived as long as he has. Or so he lets other believe. In truth Fairytalesorrow has a well crafted mask that hides most of his true intentions. He will not let himself be hurt again and will never be anyones fool. Instead he plays the jester to distract from the work he does behind the scenes. Fool me once and it's shame on me, fool me twice and I'm your enemy; you better tread carefully.
CURRENT NEEDS
✘Fool me once and it's shame on me, Fool me twice, I'm your enemy
The only thing he seems to care about is himself and his reputation. Some call him shallow or self-absorbed. His daintiness seems to elevate the effects of his sarcastic, overconfident, eccentric personality. He likes everything that looks good, especially himself. Though he comes off as mean, he has a hidden good heart. Curious, but he doesn't like to get his paws dirty and often feels entitled. Cleans obsessively. Littermate to Sunsetkit & Fireflykit; their parents left Nightclan as soon as they warriorcatclans2.com/thread/12179/bunch-little-kitty-cats-adoptables?page=1&scrollTo=119235
Kitsunekit [snarl] - orange she-cat with orange eyes
FIRPAW/ CREST — ADONIS || the King, the Golden; Ignorant, innocent, cowardly, noncommittal, curious, loving, free of guilt and mostly free of trauma, enjoys the simple things, lazy || wants to live a quiet, unassuming life; was raised to continue his family line and be the best, never agreed with their ways but refused to say anything against them, reveled in their love yet pitied his brothers who didn’t get the same life. uses his charm, lies, to get out of situations, always turns the tables in his favour. parted ways with leonidas because he wanted to experience something outside of his own home and hasn't looked back. was set up to marry a young village she-cat to carry on their line of little soldiers but wasn't interested. is convinced dorus is dead. i can imagine him in like springclan or dayclan | 64.media.tumblr.com/f0e3b041da2a80e4f1de9c20bdacd62d/tumblr_p1smtmCUCr1u8wonlo1_640.jpg warriorcatclans2.com/thread/11906/all-skeletons-hide-adoptables-open?page=1&scrollTo=119189
Pinefrost - seraph class a bully of a tom, handsome but cruel. falls off a cliff and dies was lured there by Fairytalesorrow. Brief mate of Articsong, father to her kits. has a custody dispute with her doesn't want her to raise the kits because she wasn't born into winterclan.
if i turn out all the lights i can just sit and pretend < title
Second attempt posting this because the first time I got an error. AHH
This litter is a result of a plot @klee and I thought up. Where my tom Pinefrost woos her knight Articsong because he wants the prestige of having kits with a knight. He assumes she is of the seraph class because of her position. Things are well for a moon until he learns she wasn't born into Winterclan. He's callous and prideful and falls into a rage at what he considers deceit. They start arguing; he doesn't want her raising their kits because she wasn't born into Winterclan.
He will die when the kits become around apprentice age, and his death will be orchestrated by a third party. But I won't state that or get into that now as it will come later.
Right now the kits are about two moons old and have been dealing with their parents screaming matches and fights for a moon. They can barley remember the happier times before that.
(obviously this is quite a few kits and we don't expect them all to be adopted. Whoever doesn't make the cut will be recycled later, after a bit I will 'close' these so to say and get rid of the kits that get left unclaimed. So if you keep track of your cats families you should wait until then so you only mark the siblings that get chosen.)
THE KITS
( Their blurbs are just how they are reacting to their situation right now, and can influence their personalities and futures how you would like them to. Do they overcome this rough start or does it influence them for the rest of their life? It is up to you but hopefully it helps you brainstorm and their song helps. )
Blackice was the kit who attempted to hold everyone else up, desperately tried to put on a brave face and keep the others from crumbling. He was the epitome of faking it till he made it. Trying to hold up the foundations when he was nothing but paper himself.
She froze herself off from those around her, she cut herself off from the possible hurts and hide away from the darkness and shadows that plagued her kithood. Frigid and cold she aches for her fathers love but can't seem to receive it when he's to busy screaming at her mother. Torn between wanting him and hating him for his treatment of her mother and some of her siblings. Afraid of becoming like him.
She has always depended on her family, leaned heavily on them and seemingly travels in a fog without them. As the family grows and splinters further apart she feels like she is loosing more and more pieces of herself.
Looking so much like her mother Snowbird often struggled under her fathers ire when he managed to get them alone. Finding the reminder of his wife in his child disgusting and aggravating. Though none of her siblings looked like their father either he seemed to find Snowbird the most unsatisfying because of her smaller size as well. She did her best to put a brave face on but dwelled on every insult and word he said to her in the dead of the night.
He minded his p's and his q's, he waylaid his father to help his mother and appeased his mother to help his father. He did his best to mediate his parents raging arguments to try and get everyone a satisfactory ending. In the end he got nothing from it. What use was his silver tongue and pretty looks if it earned him nothing when he needed them the most.
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