COLIN / KOMIHARU
A short-haired brown tom with darker markings and dark, almond-shaped green eyes. A true man of few words, Colin possesses a blunt and ruthlessly efficient nature, carefully calculating every word so that he never says more than he absolutely has to. He struggles to connect emotionally with his Clanmates as a result, though he rationalises it as a problem on their end, not his. Not an especially gifted hunter or fighter, he trains twice as hard than his Clanmates do just to kep up with them, and thrice as hard to stay ahead of the pack. No one knows much about his past, other than he joined the Clan when he was already of adult age.
Dedicated to Cauil - voiny

HONEY / PAOGIRL18
Flowers are meant to be marveled at, cared for, and cherished. Love, friendship, honor. Pain, infection, death. Such small things and yet they hold such large positions in the world. Life or death. Love or lose. Just a simple rose could tell a whole story based upon their color, whether their blooming or not, and what they’re paired with. It’s the little things. It’s things like clumsy paws, stuttered words, and awkward moments. Other times its romantic gestures, alone time, and stolen moments. Honey understands all of this, for he is all these things and more. A loner. An outcast. A romantic. A stuttering mess. A fool. And so much more. Many times, the tom has been found sprawled across the ground—whether from tripping over his own paws or items that litter his path—or causing too much noise while hunting that he can catch nothing. It is as though trouble has a means of finding him no matter where he goes or what he does, and putting him on his face in the process. A walking bad luck charm. There are times where he is as sweet as his name implies. Small, shy Honey will be the first to find the perfect flower or help another find that perfect flower to cheer someone up, to comfort them, or to express a feeling. For flowers and shy actions speak louder for him than words ever will. Pale cream and white fur can be found in a field of flowers sooner than out on a patrol or with others. He values his time alone, the time to marvel at the beauty before him and not have to utter a word. Flowers and bees can not judge for failure and mistakes like peers can. Honey has accepted his role in the clan, an unwanted mess. No one wishes to have the stuttering fool on their hunting patrol least he scare off all the prey. No one wants him on a patrol least he scrambles away in fear at the first signs of a fight. He is a pacifist, a flower child if you will. Emotional, supportive, and kind. Honey is not made for fights, but to settle conflict. To be the one to offer a shoulder to cry on or an ear to tell all your secrets. It has amazed most that he has survived as long as he has, especially when he wasn’t expected to survive kithood. But here he stands, surrounded by flowers and sweet scents. Blue eyes looking at in wonder at the world has to offer. He is fine with his simple life, craves it even, for all he needs is a meaning. Things as simple as flowers and their meanings, stories to be heard and ears to tell them to, cuddles in a soft nest and with warm bodies. Moments where words, even stuttered ones, can mean the most. Where hearts are easily broken and slower to heal. It’s things like these that he lives for. The little moments in life.
Dedicated to Cauil – Voiny

KELLEN / SIMPLYLIGHT
With thick, creamy grey fur and deep brown eyes, Kellen is a sight for sore eyes. Pale white stripes mark his face, especially around his eyes. He is tall and skinny and has a calm, positive aura that makes him the dreamy cat he is. However, he does not realize the impact he has on others. Being the brother of Kerrigan, Kellen is from a royal bloodline but you would never know it. Most see him as compassionate and how he cares for others more than he cares for himself. This really isn't true. His personal agenda is definitely more important than anyone else's. Kellen was perhaps that sweet, loving cat once. He certainly tries to come off that way. However, he cares more about his own paws, jaws, and claws than anyone else's. He is selfish and loves to provoke others, yet not enough to get him in trouble. This is why his dedication to Marli is so... tense? Maybe even a little spiteful. Out of all of the Harlows, Kellen is perhaps the most passive. He loves his family, yes, but he is not willing to give up his comfort to go frolicking after their drama. He would much rather watch the drama from afar and maybe input a few sly comments here and there just to fuel the fire. When Kerrigan disappeared, he simply let it go. She was bound to end up in trouble anyways. He mourned her death as much as the next cat, but Kellen hardly has any attachments. Not to mention, he hates rules and that was his sister's favorite thing. Many who know his true personality still can't pinpoint it exactly. He is like the ocean tide, there one second then you can't catch him again. He will never be tamed or contained.

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REAPER/ STARK RAVING MAD
A large, muscular black tom with amber eyes and a very deep voice. Before there was Reaper, there was Gabriel. A warm and compassionate kitty-pet that easily made friends with almost any and everyone he crossed paths with. Those days ended long ago however, when the accident happened. He'd been out with his friends, chasing off some wild cats that dared to come too close his home. It had ended in success and he and his friends had turned to head home, but when he looked around he'd noticed, all of his friends had vanished. The rest happened too fast to recall correctly, all he remembered was the pain that flared through him as the monster struck him without warning. When he woke up he was in a bright den filled with light, the only sound that could be heart was a steady beeping that filled his ears. Once he had made a full recovery and managed to escape he was angry. Where had his friends ran off to? Had they really left him for dead like that? Why hadn't they tried to warn him? Those questions haunted him, and poisoned his soul, until he became with cold, distrusting cat he is today. From that day forward he has referred to himself as Reaper in honor of his miraculously victory against death. Trust is something that he does not give easily, and is something he grants to only those who have proven to him they can be trusted time and time again. In exchange he can be the most loyal companion a cat could have, or their worst enemy. He's definitely not a cat anyone would want to cross. He has no qualms against killing those who need to be taken care of, and he fears almost nothing because every since the accident he has been under the delusion that he can't be killed.
Dedicated to Marli - Voiny

MIRRA / HONEYSTORM
Looking at her, sometimes, it's like Tasman never died. Beautiful calico fur with wondrously wide eyes, she is almost a picture of her aunt. The daughter of Dinara and Blazehowl, a union between the ruling house and the largest royal house in the Clan, uniting the two, for better or worse, through their birth. Not that Mirra makes it easy for anyone. Her and Raiza, twins, much like her father and his sister, opposites, and yet, so dangerously similar. She is chaos, the bright, wild, untameable dedicate of Tiveronah, always making some sort of trouble or other with her sister, much to the chagrin of their brothers, and eternal stress of their parents. Mirra likes to think Tasman would be proud of the two little hellions Dinara has created, that her spirit lives on, not only in her daughter, but in the rest of the E'Clair line. After all, who could forget the she-cat who brought them to their rightful place on the throne?
Dedicated to Tiveronah - Podarok
Royal through the E'Clair & Sterling lines.

Astelle / aria

A lovely cinnamon torte point with blue eyes. She was born among some high ranking voiny with good social standing and thus this day she was born. Vain and obsessed with beauty, Astelle sets the standards of a stereotypical Brookclan cat. She is very self-centered, and probably would never help anyone without some ulterior motive that benefits herself. Astelle walks this road with her head high and proud, believing that she has no wrong and is very self-righteous. She is very stubborn, and once she sets her mind on something, there is no changing her mind, and she would be determined to get her way.
At first sight, Astelle is an elegant, whimsical, captivating and ambitious she-cat, this first impression is often a big advantage that she has when interacting with others. Under her glamorous life, she is very secretive and often keeps many secrets.As a cat that is very patriotic to her clan's customs and traditions, Astelle is extremely loyal to royal family.



Astelle is very manipulative and deceitful, and will use others for her own gain. She is quite an actress, has many cats under her paws, and is eloquent in how she acts. She is also a flirtatious and smooth talking molly, and has charmed herself to many toms' hearts. She is very possessive of what she "has", and believes that it harms her reputation severely if she loses anything that others are envious of.
Within Brookclan, Astelle is very outgoing and social, almost always surrounding herself with a group of cats. She adores attention and already has most of Brookclan wrapped around her claws, except for a selected few, mainly who know the tricks of the trade or her "friends". Any cat who is against Brookclan's custom is her enemy.
tiveronah – voiny

NANASHI / RANPU
Named by her mother for her bright, kindling spirit and sense of good, she began in the world humbly as Ryoko. Her father wasn't apart of her life, nor was her mother for very long. After she gave birth to her younger sibling, Daiki, she passed only moments later. Left to raise her younger brother — though not minding in the slightest — Ryoko set out to search for a new life with her and her precious sibling. Though life in the streets is tough for a young feline caring for an even younger kit, and she worried how long she would be able to keep this up. Traveling from city to city, each disaster and danger threw her brother into more and more turmoil. The toll of constant shifting stability and endless threats would be enough to send any young cat in a panic. An encounter with a certain rouge was the warm, boiling water that sent their ice burg cascading towards the dark depths of water. He whispered words of wisdom, preaching and only wanting to help her in her endeavors. The only way to protect her sibling... would be to slay the foes before her, correct? And so, Ryoko did as she was told. She destroyed those she saw as a threat; and before long, the tear of flesh and the crunch of bone didn't even nudge her soul. Not even a little. Truth, understanding. A bright child thrust into a roiling mass of darkness and iron tinged liquid. However true her intentions were for protecting her beautiful and innocent brother, she had traveled far too close to the borderline. She walked it now, a thin edge, balancing on a tightrope of what was morally sound and corrupt to the core. And then tragedy fell. Particularly, she challenged the rouge who had first given her the advice she needed to protect her brother. His intentions hadn't been so pure, after all. She was enraged; betrayed. Lashing out at her creator — but, alas, everyone knows you don't bite the hand that feeds you. In her desperation to destroy her target, he skillfully so swayed her. Blinded by the will to protect the only good she saw in the world, her chest tight with the power to prove herself. Her claws met with the familiar tear of flesh, the achingly beautiful sound of bone. She reveled in her victory. But Ryoko was only horrified then by her actions. Before her lay Daiki, twisted into nothing but a empty vessel. Dead. Distraught, her tormentor was received with a nasty scar. But no longer inclined to fight, she sat with her brother in mourning. It wasn't until a group of rouges found her that she came to her senses; a week later with her ribs showing and her eyes dim. She had fallen, fallen over the thin line and plunged forever into darkness. Forever haunted by her actions but realizing she enjoyed them all the same, she decided to shed her name for the sake of her dead brother.
Dedicated to Tiveronah – Damy