Username: Primordialhaze

Position You’re Trying Out For: Warden

Cat Name & Bio:
ACONITE roleplayed by Primordialhaze
Is it possible for two completely different planes of existence to clash somewhere between earth and the afterlife? To find that unknown color between black and white? To find a treaty where two opposing forces reconcile, each completely fulfilled by their own side of the bargain? Is it possible... to be both evil and beautiful? Good but banished? Relevant but forgotten? Let me introduce you to a forgotten piece of history. A feather fallen from a crows wing in mid flight and swept away on the northern gale. No ruler is perfect. No nemesis all knowing. Once upon a time the white Nemesis of Primal Instinct, Known as Quartet E'tani, daughter of Indy E'tani found herself on diplomatic journeys across the vast forest. Her travels brought her to Absum Lux. A regal group of cats well suited for their ruins of old ancient places. Among them was a tom of good stature and good breading. A fool though he may be, Loki. The handsome black tom swooned the queen of night and in her last days gifted her with a daughter. Though at this time her own family, her league, seemed to be slipping through her paws. The curse of the Indy bloodline proving to once again be unfailing in its course. Quartet was loosing her mind, and with it her position. Like her mother before her she grasped at the need to wander. To follow the voices in the shadows and to abandon all she knew. Unable to fight this curse she left her last kitten with her last lover, Loki. Aconite grew up knowing nothing of her heritage. Her father was kinda, fun, and exciting. A steady hand in her young age. But death can bring the truth out of any buried secret. As he lay old and dying of a long happy life, Loki confessed to his only daughter the history woven into her veins. Of the prowess in her paws, the speed in her limbs, and the curse looming in her future. Could it be broken? Could ancient wrongs be righted? Aconite thought long of her plight but when a gathering of nations came to be a cat of the clans who claimed the knowledge of medicinal herbs explained to her that her name meant wolfsbane. The eradication of evil. The poison to night. The Indigo flower. Feeling foolish for believing in clan religion and ancient curses it wasnt until Vera E'tani was heard to have taken over the Primal Instinct role of Nemesis that Aconite grew increasingly curious. Though she knew her heart would always belong to Absum Lux, something in her pulled tight in her chest to return to her place of origin. Her ancestral home. So, three moons into adulthood Aconite set out on her own. Having buried her father and mourned with her family her paw steps dragged her towards shadows. Being a white pelted cat with strikingly dark black tabby markings, Aconite seemed to weave in and out of the shadows, her white pelt drawing attention her black stripes guiding the onlookers gaze back into the shadows. If not in many ways visually resembling her ancient bloodline Aconite definitely held their stature. Small in size, her bobbed tail causing no distractions in the brush by accidentally glancing off a leaf, she is silent and soft footed. Any cat could look over her as nothing unusual. Yet many seemed to pause at her eyes. Seemingly always half closed with a lack of obvious interest the core of her eyes haunts its onlookers with a deep midnight blue. Nothing like the indigo gaze of Indy or her kin. From their depths, the blue seems to seep out towards her face getting lighter and light. Much like darkness being quenched by light. Her outer right of her eyes a bright crisp sky blue. Aconite chooses to stick to herself as much as possible. Only reaching out to those in the league when it would be odd not to. Participating in patrols, training, and chitchat as the situation presented itself. Never did she consider herself much of a romantic like the females of her bloodline. However the right tom could perhaps convince her. But like any she-cat of a bloodline, strong breeding is key. A future that will survive is rare but beautiful. Aconite had no desire to take on the power that her ancestors held, however upon Vera's retirement from Nemesis she came to wonder, if she could rule better than her mother and grandmother before her... could she rid her future kin of this torturous curse?

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The sun slowly sank behind the river, its red light sending rays across the rippling waters. Aconite walked the bank slowly. The soft wet sand sinking between her toes as she sheathed and unsheathed her claws for traction. The move to the new territory had been rough on those who had survived. Long ago her mother, Quartet E'tani had predicted the failure of their ancient territory. When she pressed for a move none would listen. Lives could have been saved had they had the sense to listen. Multi toned blue eyes scanned the far bank. In the shadows yellow orbs gleamed back at her. She refrained from allowing her hackles from rising. The fur on her shoulders pricking causing a shiver to rise up her spine.

"What fool dares pass into Primal Instinct territory? Are you truly suicidal?" She hissed low. Her voice able to be heard just above the rippling coo of the river. She surveyed the shadows her blue gaze locked on that of soft yellow. A glint of fear at her words. This could only be a kittypet or a loner. Not even a clan cat would be so foolish to reach so far into the territory in the first place then shrink away when caught in mid sin.

The rivers depth was not so substantial to sweep her away if she tried to cross. Lowering into a hunters crouch she launched herself with little warning into the river. Claws extended as if to sink into her enemy. She landed in the rivers depth, ears pinned back in preparation of the force of natures flooding. Her muscles tensed with the cold and she pumped string limbs to reach the far bank. The scent of fresh wet food hung like sweet nectar in the air. The kittypet had darted as soon as she had moved. But Aconite wasn't one to back down from a challenge. This foolish fluff would likely be panicking to find their way home. /Sadly they won;t make it./ She purred to herself as she slunk into the shadows her black tabby stripes blending into the undergrowth.

Username: blankslate

Position You’re Trying Out For: Shaman

MORGANA [or this]
"If you are clever enough to bring destruction upon me, rest assured that I shall do as much to you." The enchantress, born overshadowed and forgotten within her mothers larger than life's presence. Morgana had to fight to be heard, had to claw her way to renown. She was not born blessed, was not born with her path already set before her. No one took any special notice over her compared to any of her other siblings. Which meant that from the moment Morgana was young she has been fighting her way to the top of the tower, has been clawing at those holding her from a crown of her own. Not afraid to cut out the competition, using any means available to her, the beauty of her pelt and features, the curling temptation of her words, the wicked promises made from a shallow well she called her heart. Morgana stepped over the corpses of those she left behind to claim her right as her mothers heir. Curled her lip towards those who spoke of wrongdoings and cruelty. For Morgana is of the deep seated belief that it is every cat for themselves, so much so that she does not shy from turning those who might seek her care away if she believes it below her notice, or a waste of her time. A lost cause is a lost cause and she would rather not waste resources on them. The mother of ravens, she has always had an avinity for the smart vengeful birds. Often feeding them little scraps and leaving them little trinkets that caused them to bring her some in return, bestowing upon her the moniker the raven queen. So deep seated her affection for the birds she named her only daughter after them, hoping Ravenna would gain at-least a piece of what made ravens such remarkable birds. Her standards are strict, only accepting the best and often cruel in her desire for it; trying to force perfection upon others. Her mate an arranged sort of thing, Morgana having searched the tom out, going as far to spend days away searching for what she considered the perfect tom. Though others might consider him more a monster dressed up pretty. Then again he makes a perfect match to Morgana, a witch pretending to be a patron saint.

[ if she got shaman her mate would be this handsome fella, right here and he'd be a ruthless criminal mastermind ]

Roleplay Example: will return soon. to probably edit her bio and add here.

Username: ian

Position You’re Trying Out For: proxy ouo

Cat Name & Bio:
ALTAIRE roleplayed by ian
A buff-colored Egyptian Mau, who's coat swirls between darker and lighter rivulets. His gaze, often appearing unimpressed, is a deep yellow. Make no mistake; they are not golden. They are a venomous yellow, sinister in nature. He is a muscular tom, although he is smaller in stature. He is not so small that he cannot stand his ground, though. He is more than willing to put others into their place. Crossing him is probably not in your wisest of interests, although it never is with Primal Instinct felines. However, he doesn't always look like this is true. Out of the group, he perhaps seems to be one of the less sinister. Although truly monstrous in nature, he packages himself well. One might not guess his true nature if they don't look too closely at him, do not look too deeply into his eyes. He can be quite giving. He is an easy cat to talk to, however speaking to him is a grave mistake. He collects the secrets of others, ready to use them to his best advantage. Most of the things that he does are done to his advantage, including his love life. He is the mate of Morgana, the Shaman of Primal Instinct. He was sought out to be the husband of the patron witch. The two are almost perfect for each other in that way, both much different in reality than appearance, however there is no love between the two.

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His head tilted to the side slightly, a movement so small that it would almost go unnoticeable. Such movements were not uncommon for the tom, movements that suggested they almost weren't. They were calculated as such, subtle. The next motion that he made was more severe, but even then, it was only a single blink, a disruption of his venomous yellow gaze for only a moment. Together, his current demeanor suggested that he was thinking, rolling through an idea in his head. This wasn't to say that the tom only could be found thinking when he was statue-esque in nature. The tom was always considering something, generally what would be the ideal next move. But, it was in moments like this that his normal thoughts became schemes, became considerations of all of the ways he could watch the world burn if only he was to light a match.

And then, without warning, Altaire rose to his paws. Just like that, his time for thought was over, and it was time to move on.

Username: Blue

Position You’re Trying Out For: Proxy

Cat Name & Bio: CORVUS
She’s always walked as though she’s above everyone else; always treated everyone as though her blood marked her as inherently superior. It doesn’t matter to her, never did and likely never will, that the lineage she can lay claim to is one only a few know anything about. Few know the name ‘Raven E’tani’, and many of those that do only know her name among a list of those the infamous Vera E’tani killed in her rise to power and the lives of a proper nemesis. But of the even fewer that might know what the ancient nemesis looked like, the resemblance this headstrong she-cat bears is hard to refute. Same sleek black pelt; same icy blue eyes; same silver paw, though instead of only one paw both of her forepaws are marked the same color. The name she claimed when she first wandered into the League as a reckless young kitten following stories passed down from her kin, Corvus, was one given to her in a nod to the she-cat which she seems to have taken after so much. Abrasive, violent, and more than a little unstable at times, she certainly has taken after her ancestor, though it seems she took after all the worst parts. She doesn’t seem to have inherited any of the traits that truly made Raven the nemesis she once was. Where Raven was once sly and manipulative, Corvus is loud and willing to throw her weight, little as it may sometimes be, around to get her way. Where Raven was once a deadly, silent huntress, Corvus enjoys toying with victims that usually ends up only being Leaguemates she has chosen to torment. What she took after was the worst, final moons of Raven’s leadership, with her borderline madness. This modern-day blackbird is determined to leave a legacy of her own, greater even than that of her ancestor. She’s already taken steps to do so. Returned to the position of proxy a second time with a litter of children to carry on her story and that of Raven, Corvus is confident she will get the respect and power she deserves eventually. She never was a very patient sort of cat, though.

Roleplay Example: warriorcatclans2.freeforums.net/thread/1438/spring-passes-remembers-innocence-private [hope a thread works for the example]

as a note, especially with the current plot, i think it could be interesting in the future for corvus to be replaced by her daughter, corax. i just don't want to try-out now with corax because she's currently still a youngling.

Username: Honeystorm

Position You’re Trying Out For: Proxy

Cat Name & Bio:
SENESCENCE roleplayed by Honeystorm [Updated Bio]
Crimson tears and a shattered soul. She's loved and lost, and loved and lost it all again. And it broke her, she decided it wasn't worth it. Kindness, justice, morality, they are just the lies we tell ourselves, the selfish creeds we hold ourselves to so that we can call everyone else degenerates and beasts. To Senescence, everyone is a monster at heart, out for themselves and no one else. And she, the feline of blood laced with shadow, with a heart of stone and a mask of apathy, is the worst of them. Daughter of the former Warden, Rake, and the former Deacon, Proxy, Assassin, and now DayClan leader, Green, now called Glowstar, she bears a naturally tall frame, with claws that have seen more death than perhaps any cat in the League. Born to the League as Naveen, she disappeared early on in her youth, to where, no one knows, save for Senescence. She was forced to fight for twoleg pleasure, and resistance cost her both the eyesight in her left eye, and her naive, innocent spirit. It fragmented her, and just when she started putting herself back together, found love and hope at last, she was made to kill yet again, this time her lover, and the father of the kit she carried. Her child taken from her the moment she was weaned, it was this final act that caused the cracks to widen, her soul to fragment into so many pieces it could never be put back together again. She stood atop the ranks of her wretched home, and from there she hatched a plan. Poison, murder, and bloodthirsty dogs released from their cages, killing all the captured creatures within. And then, the building, in the middle of nowhere, went up with flames, no survivors left within to tell the tale, except for one. A creature of shadow and light, blood and fire, with a void's gaze and seared flesh to remember the past. Senescence found her way back to the League in time, with a new name, new face, new attitude, and innumerable scars to hint at the life she'd lived before, though she refused to explain to anyone what had happened, her past wrapped up in an endless mystery cats only dare to guess at. In time, she grew accustomed to her birthplace, ever the uncaring and unfazed she-cat, twice a proxy, a cat who managed to outlive numerous Nemesis all the while putting herself into situations far more dangerous than most would dare to try. She is the grim reaper, a cat who's skills lie in all forms of death and destruction, a being without empathy, kindness, or loyalty to any cause. Senescence would kill a leaguemate as she would a kittypet, kit, or member of her own family. Wild and uncontrollable, and easily picked out of a crowd, if not for the scars, for the mismatched haint blue and blind violet eyes, and for the rusted necklace with it's bloodstained, slate gray stone that rests lightly against her white chest. But a beast chained to one's side is still preferable to one allowed to roam free, and the she-cat is chained by her own apathy. For she cares not what others say, and follows her own whims, though most often does as she is told, simply out of a lack of care to try and challenge the status quo. Yet, a chained beast can still break free and attack it's masters, and it's but a matter of time before Senescence tears her chains to shreds, and becomes a beast who follows no one. The question is, on whom will she turn her claws?

Roleplay Example: warriorcatclans2.freeforums.net/thread/1987/leave-hearts-dust-open