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Hello, Newcomer. Welcome to the new monarchy of Brookclan. You must have heard of us before. The felines of this world speak in hushed tongues about the Monarchy, a mysterious group that is an odd combination of old and new. Our traditions are odd to outsiders. They fall away from those of traditional clans, because the Monarchy is not a normal clan. We are a phoenix that has risen from the ashes, stronger than ever as our blood mixes with the blood of BrookClan.
We are a group that is hard to understand from the outside looking in. This is a place of intrigue, of politics. Backstabbing is common and you won't find anyone who fears stating their opinions. It is a group where power is often shifting. We are a group of intelligence, and with great intelligence comes great danger. We rely on cleverness and skill to survive. We are a reserved group, so do not expect to be welcomed with open arms. We are not a charity, nor will we take you in out of sympathy. You are not safe here if you stay. The Monarchy is a land where loyalty is always questionable and you must always watch your back. It is a game of keeping your friends close and your enemies closer. A strategy game, you may say.
Still interested in trying to understand the great BrookClan Monarchy? You may stay as long as you prove useful.
May Promotions are officially up! Click the link above to see if you were promoted!
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––––––– THE HIERARCHY –––––––
THE TSAR the equivalent of leader. their word is absolute law and to defy them can spell banishment, or death, for the offender.
THE BOYAR
the equivalent of deputy. The boyar holds the Tsar's trust to a certain extent but the Tsar still watch their back around them.The Boyar can be a close friend of the tsar but most of the time the tsar will pick somebody whose a part of their lineage.
THE VRACHI
the equivalent of medicine cat. The Vrachi knows herbs but they tend to focus towards one practice. Mental illness, infection, etc. They declare this interest when they gain their title. For example, Misha specializes in pregnancy and sicknesses that impact the young. They are usually directly related to the tsar or a distant relative.
THE ACECOOP
the equivalent of medicine cat apprentice. They are taught on a faster paced schedule than most mca's. They tend to deal with patients the Vrachi has no interest in.
HIGH PRIEST
Advise the Cyd, Tsar, and other members of the highest council of BrookClan. Sit as judge for Religious Crime trials. Perform Confiteor, or Confessions, for those who seek to confess their transgressions. Provide major blessings not involved in ceremonies, such as blessings over the sick and dying. Lead funeral rites. Train the Curate.
THE CURATE
Assist the High Priest whenever requested. Provide religious counsel for any member of the Monarchy. Provide minor blessings such as mateship blessings. Assist in funeral rites. Train the Magistratus.
MAGISTRATUS
Assist in any way the Curate requests. Provide protection and support for the Curate and High Priest. Learn religious rules from the Curate. Prosecute all religious crime cases. Perform religious executions.
CYD
the court. This is usually where the deputy will be picked from. They have to be of royal blood and tend to be the tsar's either direct relatives or all distant relatives depending on the tsar. One member of the court must always have the position of High Priest.
DVORYANE
the nobles. These are cats who are distantly related to the royal family, or the families of those cats that become mates to a royal family member. For example, Alexei mates with Aisling and that will make Aisling's family distant royalty. One Dvoryane must always take the role as Curate and work with the High Priest.
VOINY
the equivalent of warriors. The voiny are those without royal blood and no ties to the royal bloodline through mating or family. These felines are constantly trying to become more powerful and are the most eager to rise to royalty. The Magistratus is selected of the Voiny.
KADETS
the equivalent of apprentices. Kadets if noble or royal with have a ! next to their name. When they're promoted they will be promoted not to a voin but a Dvoryane.
DAMY
equivalent of queens. If they so choose they can be a permanent mother in the den, though only if they were a Voiny. Nobles and court members cannot live in the den.
PODAROK
the equivalent of kits. Podarok's all become kadets but like the kadets they are marked with a ! if they are of royal blood or a nobel kit.
Unlike in a normal clan, there is no set amount of moons a kitten needs to be before they are ready to be trained. The decision to start training for any particular feline is made between the head of the family and the Tsar. Once the decision is made to be trained, most of the training will be done by members of the household. However, each apprentice will be given one formal mentor that will give assessments. The apprentice will stay an apprentice until the family decides that they are ready for their final Viony Assessment. What the assessment entails will depend on what the feline's strengths and weaknesses are. If a kadet fails this test, they will remaine a kadet until the next time the family is eligible to apply for the Viony Assessment or when the family decides the kadet is ready if this takes longer than the typical waiting period of one month. The ceremonies are conducted as any other clan would conduct their ceremonies.
ROYAL LINEAGE CLAUSE
BrookClan consists of rivaling lineages that form a hierarchy within the group. Those at the top form the royalty and are the most powerful cats besides the Tsar and Boyar in the group. This is particularly true of the Cyd, who is directly related to or appointed by the Tsar. Members of the Dvory have similar privileges to the Cyd but generally have moderately less freedom than the Cyd. The royalty of the group lives in sturdier, more comfortable dens that are semi-segregated from the rest of the group. Each royal family is also given a piece of private land that generally has more prey than the public BrookClan lands have. These pieces of private land depend on the power of the royal family, but only forty percent of the total BrookClan territory is private land. The heads of the royal family may decide one landmark of their territory and also define what prey is most available. Members that are not of the royal family who owns the land may hunt in these lands with permission, but they must give a tithe of their hunt back to the royal family in thanks. The larger the family, the more likely the family is to be royal. If a family reaches more than fifteen cats, the heads of the family can apply for royalty. At least ten of the fifteen felines in the family must be above kadet age before they are truly eligible to apply. All fifteen cats do not need to currently be on the page, however, there must be proof that they were added at one point or another. The heads of a family are generally the eldest in the family and his or her mate, but it can be passed to one of the children from the first litter of the head of the family at any time. For example, if the matriarch of the family chooses to retire from head of the family, she may choose any child of hers from her first litter to take her place.
OUTSIDER CLAUSE
Outsiders are generally accepted into BrookClan, but this acceptance can be rescinded at any time by the Tsar. The membership of a feline born out of the clan can also be rescinded at any time until they mate into a family or are formally adopted by a family.It is rare that membership is revoked for anyone, but it is a possibility for older cats. Felines that join the group prior to their sixth moon of life as kittens cannot be removed from the group simply on the basis that they were not born to BrookClan. Forbidden romances are not allowed, and are subject to punishment in front of the Ut Religionous as a form of apostasy.
FAMILY CLAUSE
Family is a key aspect of BrookClan. The structure of each family is based on hierarchy. Each family is headed by a matriarch or patriarch and his or her mate. The hierarchy then continues with each litter and generation having less power than the one that came before it until the head of the household is exchanged to the next generation. Even though family is important for the group, blood-family is not permanent. A family can both adopt members in and remove members from its family. At any point, a feline may choose to leave his or her family. This is strikingly uncommon, but may happen. The family may also chose to exile a feline from the family by deciding by a majority vote of the adult felines that the cat in question is no longer a member of the family. Once excluded from the family, the feline, his or her mate, and their children will break off and form their own family. If a feline is evicted from a royal family, they are evicted from royalty as a whole and will become non-royal. Cats may also be adopted into a family. The formal adoption process of orphaned kittens only requires a female of the family to take the kittens in as her own. This adoption cannot be reversed, though, except through the exclusion process. The adoption of a feline older than six moons requires the consent of the head of the household and their spouse. Lone felines often board with families without being adopted, but if this is the case, the lone feline must give thanks to the family, often by hunting, cleaning or doing other chores for them. Each family with over four adult members. Any family that has under four adult members will be randomly assigned to live with another family that has under four adult members. These dens are scattered throughout the territory, as the formal camp at the center of the territory only houses the royal families. Under normal circumstances, each family is obligated to feed themselves as there is no national fresh kill pile. Each family is welcomed and even encouraged to create their own rules and distinctions from other families, so long as these rules are not in violation of the Constitution or the portions of the Warrior Code to which the Monarchy subscribes.
TOGETHERNESS CLAUSE
Even though BrookClan is divided into many factions, they are still expected to work as one single unit in times of trouble. In times of hardship, each family is expected to help those in need. They also work together as a national unit to fight wars and protect their borders. Each family is expected to do their part for the betterment of the group. For example, in a food shortage, the royals may be required to create a fresh kill pile so that no one starves. If part of the territory floods and a family's den is destroyed, the other families are expected to be hospitable and welcoming to the family while their den is rebuilt. All felines kadet age and older are eligible to fight in battles and are expected to defend each other. Although family is important, the good of the nation is always the most important, and families may be required to sacrifice for the good of the whole at any time.
EXPULSION CLAUSE
The Tsar may exile any feline for any number of reasons. However, this exile may be challenged by any royal family. If an expulsion is challenged, a full trial must be held where the Tsar will make a case as to why the feline should be banished and the defendant must make a case about why they are innocent of charges. The cases will be made in front of a panel of all of the heads of royal houses as well as any other houses the royal heads invite to sit en banc with them. The decision will be made by a simply majority vote. The Tsar may be exiled if the head of every royal family agrees that the expulsion is necessary. This is incredibly unlikely, because the members of the Tsar's family, as a royal family, must agree completely as well.
RELIGION CLAUSE
The Monarchy is a strictly religious group. Atheism is grounds for a trial of heresy, which would lead to execution of expulsion. The Monarchy believes in the Old Ones, which is a blend of StarClan and the traditional Monarchy former members. However, the Old Ones is not strictly composed of those who had morals in their time on earth. In general, the Old Ones are ambivalent in nature, containing some good and some bad. The religion of the Monarchy, then, is not based on holiness of intention. In fact, even the most deadly of sins can be forgiven by a sacrifice of prey. However, due to the devoted nature of the Monarchy, piousness is expected. Religion is celebrated every half moon with a ceremony led by the High Priest and the Curate. During these ceremonies, the Old Ones are thanked for their aid and asked for blessings. The felines are also welcome to speak of their testimony of what the Old Ones have done in the last moon. The Tsar is then invited to hold the moon's clan meeting. On each solstice and equinox, the High Priest and Curate also lead a religious ceremony called Benedictio Temporis that includes a tithe of prey from each family to the High Altar. During these ceremonies, the felines that had been promoted since the last solstice receive their blessing and new kittens are given the Blood Blessing. Following the Blood Blessing comes the Sacrificium, where all felines set for execution are publicly executed for their transgressions against the Old Ones. In addition to this, a festival celebrating the Old Ones and the seasons is held to conclude the Benedicto Temporis. Participation in the religious ceremonies is not oional for BrookClan felines, and those who fail to participate are subject to heresy charges. Between the main religious ceremonies, the Curate's job is to give sage religious advice to the members of the Monarchy while the High Priest's job is to both perform Remota Pecctatum, a ritual where felines ask forgiveness for their highest transgressions, and to advise the high council. These two cats also perform all death rites. To protect the religiousness of the group, there is a council of three laymen viony that serve as religious police, called the Magistratus. It is from these three felines that the Curate is selected when necessary. This selection will be done by Fumus, a ceremony of smoke where the three Magistratus sit at positions around a circle and a fire is lit between them. The feline who the smoke travels to is the Old Ones' selected Curate. The Magistratus are appointed by the Tsar and serve to investigate and charge felines with heresy and other high religious crimes. These charges will be brought before the High Priest and Curate to decide upon. Because the council is of Viony, the High Priest and Curate are not part of the royal family, however are promoted to royalty. Felines with the position of Magistratus, Curate or High Priest, collectively the Ut Religionous, are forbidden to have kittens or take a mate. If this rule is broken, the kittens will be sacrificed at birth and the member of the Ut Religionous will be executed.
HEALING CLAUSE
Although the Ut Religionous has the power to preach the words of the Old Ones, they have no power to actually get information from the Old Ones directly as they do not speak to the dead. The only felines that, under normal circumstances, have the power to communicate with the dead are the Healers, much like in a normal clan.(The exception to this is the Tsar, who may communicate with solely deceased members of his or her direct blood line. The other exception, which is a bit messier, is former Acecoop and Vrachi, who may communicate with anyone.) The healing staff has the exclusive right to speak to the dead and receive prophecies, much like a normal medicine cat in other groups. However, they do not under any circumstances have the right to publicly interpret the messages that they are given by the Old Ones. This job is the job of the Religious Order. The healing staff has the power to gather the information but not disseminate it. The Ut Religionous has the power to disseminate information but not gather new information.These felines must be the most devoutly spiritual felines as they must have a strong connection with the dead. However, they are exempt completely from all religious rites and exercises. They are the only felines in the group who have the option of whether or not they wish to participate in the festivals. They do not participate in the half-moon ceremonies, as they travel to the Moon Creek with the other medicine cats. The medical staff also takes place in all cases in which an Ut Religionous is asked for religious advice. The feline who is seeking the advice will explain their situation, and then the member of the order and the medical staff will go into private meeting, where the member of the order will ask if the healing staff has heard any new information from the Old Ones about this topic. If she has not, the member of the order will defer to his own ideas and previous teachings from the Old Ones. If she has, he will use the information she presents to decide how to counsel the feline in question. The Vrachi and Acecoops are felines who receive an Ultimum Veniae, or ultimate pardon. This makes them exempt from not only religious activities but also from punishment for all crimes other than treason and murder. (If a member of the healing staff commits or attempts murder, a Trial of Intention will be held in front of the Ut Religionous and Tsar to determine if the feline had a strong enough motive to kill. Treason is defined as either giving information to foreign nations or providing foreign assistance in an way. This includes in battle, as if an enemy warrior will die if a member of the healing staff does not help them, they will die, the medical staff is expected to let them die.) If they commit murder or treason, they will be removed from office and executed. They are, then, essentially above the law. This is so they have the ability to do whatever they feel is necessary to both heal felines and gather information from the Old Ones. The Ultimum Veniae may result in conflict with non medical felines, as the pardon is essentially a get out of jail free card that no one else has the right to have. In addition to these things, counsel with the medical staff is completely confidential if the feline speaking to the Vrachi wishes it to be.The Vrachi and Acecoops do not have the right to break this confidentiality. The only way information given to the Vrachi would ever reach outside ears is if the feline admits to either plotting or actually carrying out a plot of murder or is planning on putting another feline's life in danger. In these cases, the Vrachi is able to warn the felines that are in danger, however she cannot say who gave her the threat. The identity of a feline who comes to the Vrachi will be protected at all costs. This is useful for whistle-blowers who wish to report anonymously that members of their family or other families are participating in heresy, blasphemy or apostasy. If these things are reported, the Vrachi or Acecoop must immediately inform a member of the Ut Religionous. Breaking confidentiality is taboo at best, and repeatedly breaking of confidentiality will result in termination of office. Retiring from this office pre-mortum is frowned upon. However, if a cat is removed from office for breaking the confidentiality policy or retires, they will still have some influence in the clan. This is because once a feline gains the power to speak with the dead, they do not lose it.
The territory of BrookClan is mostly made up of forests and streams. The streams are known by all, mostly as gathering areas for members of the Clan. BrookClan differs from most clans in the fact that there is no formal camp. There are no elders dens, and the only formal nursery is run by Smallfire and it is meant for orphaned kittens who would otherwise not fit anywhere. There are other gathering areas for social events. Non-royal families have dens close together and share communal land throughout BrookClan. Royal families, however, have their own bits of territory in which each family can pick one major landmark. Their families would mostly stay in those areas for hunting and other materials.
THE CAMP
You will find that the new territory of Brookclan is much more supportive of the Brookclan name. The camp is located right along the Brook and travels a bit higher up, in case of flooding. The new dens are now the odd holes that have been embedded into the roots of the trees due to the erosion caused by the brook. Here is where the cats will make their dens and homes. Due to the customs of the monarchy a family is allowed to claim an entire den for themselves where their family can live. In fact it's encouraged that families live together and are not broken up into dens such as apprentice dens or kitten dens.
THE WATERFALL
As you travel further down the brook you will come across the most scenic area of the new Brookclan territory. A small waterfall that houses a spring that develops the purest of water and houses bountiful of fish. Here you will find the dens of the royalty carved into the edges of the cliff side and made of stone. You have three royal dens housed here and that houses all three main royal families. The royals also have their meetings right at the top of the waterfall by the largest tree in the forest where they discuss important matters. Non-royals are allowed here but it's considered disrespectful to eavesdrop on the meetings or hunt without offering the royal family a cut of the meals.
THE HAUNTED BROOK
Going even further down the brook you will find an abandoned two-legs nest that has been destroyed by time. Here is where you will find most of the herbs for the clan along the gardens of the two-leg den and growing among the edge of the brook. It's known as the Haunted Brook as many cats who go at night claim to hear the brook whisper among a strange set of stones that the two-legs placed near the back of the two-leg nest.
––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– THE TSAR
LOKI E'CLAIR / SINFUL
KITS | none –– MATE | thoren –– BROTHER | kolya
A mid-length tall onyx haired female with emerald green eyes. Born to Tasman E’Clair (a Dvoryane of BrookClan) and Eskil (a rogue) during a time of war and civil unrest, she and her brother were placed into a protection program by which their adoptive mother and the secret lover of the tortoiseshell E’Clair, Elora, cared for them within the common hold of the Monarchy’s encampment. There they grew, never suspecting that they came from a different world and belonged in different roles. Loki grew with a deep and dear love for her mother, never questioning the lack of another parental figure in her life. With her mother frequently gone to provide for them, she became the secondhand guardian and provider for her brother, who was born partially blind and whose condition only seemed to get worse the older he became. They rose together into kadethood, where they trained night and day – sister motivating brother to succeed, brother keeping sister from driving herself into the ground with exhaustion – their minds blissfully free of troubling woes. That is, until the truth was revealed. With the threat of the previous Tsar, Kerrigan Harlow, eliminated from the clan and Tasman E’Clair elected their new monarch, the royal she-cat’s hidden family were at last free to leave the shadows and enter the light. Her mother was thrilled beyond belief that her family could finally live comfortably, without the weight of worry and fear upon their backs. Her brother, Kolya, found himself quickly attached to the tortoiseshell who had distanced herself from her own blood related children. Loki, however, was filled with a resentment that, if visible, would have slowly taken over her entire body with a lush green hue. Her once carefree, chaotic and playful demeanor changed into something cold, calculating and emotionally detached. It was the beginning of the rest of her life. She continued with her training, silently longing for the confirmation and approval of her newfound birth mother, but resisting the urge to voluntarily seek her attention. The longer she pushed Tasman away, the more she found her relationship becoming estranged. It was a vicious cycle that she saw no end for, and a part of her didn’t want it. She found comfort in being alone, depending solely upon Elora for her emotional needs. She had no use for a mother – a stranger – who wished to form a relationship with her that held no basis. Where was she when she truly needed her? When she got hurt for the first time, when she got sick with greencough, when she got lost and couldn’t find her way back home… This thought process drove her further and further away until she knew what she could have had with the tortoiseshell E’Clair was lost forever. It made her heart ache, but she was too proud and too stubborn to put a stop to it. She didn’t know that, come one day, her life would yet again be permanently changed and she had no power to halt it in its tracks. When she became a full-fledged soldier of the Monarchy and was promoted to the position of Cyd, becoming one of the royals and thus a respected figurehead, she believed it was all that she would amount to and found herself comfortable with the idea – although discomfited by the prospect of now being looked up to by the same souls that had at one time looked down upon her with condescension. Quickly after her promotion and her attempt at settling in, Tasman went missing and Rune took the throne, leaving BrookClan temporarily bewildered and at unease. Where did their fearless Tsar run off to? Had she abandoned them just as Kerrigan had? It didn’t help that the white tom that had taken the title of Tsar was keeping an eye on her, a strange expression on his face. She found herself distrusting him, worried that he had targeted she and her brother, a plan forming in his head that would end with disaster for the E’Clair family once more. Death and grief attacked their family again, yes, but not in the way she’d anticipated; Tasman, the feline that was her only true blood-related parent, had murdered Kerrigan and had undergone the appropriate punishment dictated by the Pride Clans: execution. There was a hollowness within her at the news, but she found herself grateful that she still had Elora at her side, the only comfort she could afford. Until the white she-cat’s body was discovered. The royals put it together then. In her grief, Elora had sacrificed herself, unable to bear the responsibility of living her life alone. Her parents’ troubles had ended, but Loki’s had only just begun. Her ascension to the throne was a quiet affair, Rune willingly abdicating his seat in her stead. To maintain balance once more in the Monarchy, she undertook a mission: Restore order under the influence of Devonei and a certain specter...
THE BOYAR ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
? E'CLAIR / USERNAME
will be chosen when Loki E'Clair has children.
––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– THE VRACHI
Two halves of a whole. Lakeveil is twin to Blazehowl, and to separate the two is a nearly impossible task. They are always found together, hunting, patrolling, and practicing, although they spend almost as much time with their other siblings Breezerunner, Midnightcrusade, and Cloudkit. Lakeveil is also the daughter of Springlockedgrave and Deal, although her grandmother Silentheart ended up raising her and her siblings, as her own mother wanted to keep away from her and her siblings, and for good reason. They are reincarnations of five kits that severely bullied Springlockedgrave in secret when her name was still Springlockedkit, five kits who mysteriously went 'missing', although the truth is that Springlockedgrave fed them deathberries and tossed their lifeless bodies into the nearby river, something that the siblings have realized, and the twins are especially determined to get vengance on their muderer, who now happens to be their mother. Of the twins, Lakeveil is the more talkative and intelligent one. With a lithe frame and a silver tongue, she can manipulate whoever she chooses to do her bidding, regardless of their initial willingness to participate. Her pelt is a smooth gray-blue, with eyes made of lush moss, as beautiful as she is smart. Although her siblings is the stronger of the duo, this does not mean she is weak. Her strikes are well timed and quick, not to be taken lightly. When paired with her twin brother, whether on the battlefield or locked in debate, it is difficult indeed to be able to beat them. They are two halves of a vicious whole that preys on the weak, and you better hope that they don't set their eyes on you as their next target.
“Beautiful bud.” Eyes as leafy green as a newleaf plant and fur as soft and creamy as milk, Kaliko is a precious sight. Her wide, rounded eyes play on innocence and delicacy. Sweetness flows like honey as she speaks. She is as her name suggests, a beautiful bud. [ more to come soon ]
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CALIBUR / PRIMORDIALHAZE
FAMILY | ?
A long furred dark ginger tom with pale murky water green eyes. Calibur is a bit of a mystery. Few seem to know much about his background or where he came from. His connection to the royal bloodlines only granted to him by his title. No one even knows if he is a BrookClan descendant or not. It's as if this tom clung to the shadows until he could snag a position that placed him in he limelight. Calibur was made for the royal seat of luxury. He lines his nest in tufts of fur and thick feathers. He refuses anything but the best moss and may even recruit a young unsuspecting cat to help in his duties. Calibur believes in the gods but he no love for any cat but himself. He clings to distant sacrilegious desires and secret needs. Calibur is not above smothering a cat that annoys him or passively murdering a cat to rid the clan of their bad influence. Calibur replies to cats in long riddles or short curt statements. His mood and status of communication shifting like faces depending on his audience. Calibur is like a dark exiled prince waiting for his chance at a throne.
THE CURATE –––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
STRIGOI / BLANKSLATE
"Ding, ding, ding" the bells toll and your time is almost up. While a quaint village on the surface, blood runs through the streets and the dead don't stay buried for long. Little Romanian town plagued with ancient history that speaks of the dead rising. A stake through the heart the only true way to assure your loved ones death and to release their soul. For those born into this setting these practices perhaps seem barbaric; once they see the world outside the isolated town and realize how backwards such traditions are. While a simple cat, it was where Strigoi was born, where he was nicknamed after the dead the haunted the townsfolk history. But a simple barn cat, he watched the twolegs dig up their dead, watched them kill each other twice. Found the practice fascinating and found deep amusement in their foolish behavior. For Strigoi could tell simply by scent that the dead they feared would rise was simply that; dead. But the villagers started calling him Strigoi; as he was the shadow that was always there as the dead where staked. When one of the younger villagers started joining him to watch the funeral proceedings and cried when the dead where dug up he found her a new thing to watch. Started following her and she latched onto his attention; the cat her only companion. When she decided she was leaving her little village she brought Strigoi with her and the tom went along. Having grown bored with the village he was born in as well and deciding the girl was an easy enough way to end up somewhere new. First moving throughout Romania before they ended up leaving the country completely. When they ended up in a city Strigoi was a little disappointed; not content with this new life where the girl kept him locked away in an apartment. Slipping out a window one day and hearing of wild cats who lived beyond the city; cats that hunter their own food and had their own silly beliefs. Eager to watch something new Strigoi set off; leaving the girl behind. He passed by Asbum Lux and found them perhaps a bit barbaric, encountered Primal Instinct and found them charmingly delightful. But it was Brookclan he felt kindred too. Their belief in gods and stranger practices, their hierarchy; reminding him of the small Romanian town he was born within. So it was among these unique cats Strigoi settled down, though he has never quite managed to fit in. The highlander tom a odd sight even among the varied pelts and breeds of the forest cats. Large and imposing but still agile; legs muscular enough that his jumps alone can often bring him to the lowest branches among the trees. It is not only his looks that cause him to stand out though; his history also painting him in a different hue. His behavior questionable and often causing lips to curl. A compulsive liar that makes up stories for the sake of telling stories. Having told the truth of his history often enough and been called a liar that now he simply lies to begin with. Often answering questions in riddles and playing games for no discernible point. Awfully forgetful as anything he deems unimportant he tosses aside inside his head as useless information. Though he has an uncanny memory for faces, names, and words others have said. Dismissive with others that he doesn't find interesting and frustrating to try and get the attention of. Easily startled causing him to leap into the air and often strike out; causing unintentional injury and often laughing rather than being apologetic. He carries the history of his past in the form of a slim collar carrying the jingle of a bell with it. Despite the handicap he does alright for himself though, often using tricks he picked up in the past to quiet the bell while hunting. Not caring about the jingle when fighting, in fact finding it amusing to enter broiling tensions with the light jingle of the bell and saunter of a tom playing with death.
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ASGER / UNIQCRIM
What does it mean to be named the "spear of god." To be righteous, decisive, true, skilled in aim, and to understand the differences between right or wrong. This is what his mother taught him, at the very least. If you ask about his kithood, he could recall fond memories of his mother, Fawneyes, grooming him with love in her eyes as she describes the first time she saw him... "when I first saw you nuzzling up to my belly, I could sense that you were special. You did not cry and meow like the other kits. You were not frantically searching for me but there was a calmness and a stillness about you. This is the first time I knew that you were going to do great things and so I named you Asger, the spear of god." From day one, he was always favored by her. He received the most milk of his litter, the first pick of prey, and the most attention. Greencough took the rest of his siblings but Asger only grew bigger and stronger under her careful care and attention. It was through her careful guidance and skillful training that he became the calm, observant, and charismatic tom that he is today. He is skilled in diplomacy and gaining others' favor. However, in all of this he has gained a very simple and what he would consider rational type of thinking. Things are one thing or the other. There is no grey in between of a cat and one is either good or evil. In all of this, he views himself as good and tends to hold very selfish and narcissistic views of himself and the world surrounding him but through all of the charm and compliments it can often be difficult to spot. He was raised with politics and status in mind and the very ideas stole everything this tom may have grown up into.
AYLIK / HONEYSTORM uncle of loki Hyperthymesia. The condition where someone can remember an extraordinary amount of their life in great detail. Aylik, for his part, remembers each and every day of his life, or so it feels like. He can remember the first day he opened his eyes, the feeling of moss beneath his paws and a thrush's feather tickling his nose. From the day he began learning to hunt, to each and every injury he ever sustained, every moment in engraved into his mind, brought back almost like a vision of the past as he needs to access the memory. Some may say it's a blessing, to never doubt your own recollection, to always be able to find your way home and know the names, appearances, and words of each and every cat you've ever met. Personally, the fluffy gray and white tom would never dare to call it that. If anything, it's a curse. Constantly thrown back into past memories at the drop of a hat, sorting through every memory for even the tiniest shred of important information, it often feels like he's drowning in the memories he has, getting lost in an endless loop of one memory leading to the recollection of another, and another, and another, until at last he's able to pull himself back to the present. That feeling, the inescapable helplessness of being stuck in your own mind, it breaks you eventually. Everything feels predictable when you call recall the cause and effect of every action of your life, it messes with you, to see everyone you know from little on, to wonder endlessly what might have changed if not for one event or other. For Aylik, this has shut down his conscious. You simply can't have one, when you know every mean thing you've ever said to someone, replay the moment of ending the life of another cat, watching the life fade out of their eyes. More than that, this seemingly superhuman ability of his memory does little for his skill set. He is an average hunter and fighter, hardly remarkable in either aspect. No, his skills lie almost exclusively in his memory and relatively stealthy nature. He can perform recon in an area and remember every single landmark and cat on it, their locations and whatever patterns they've subconsciously adhered to. This makes him useful as a spy, scout, and historian, which has rightfully earned him his place at Tasman's right hand, a cat willing to do anything without hesitation, capable of coming up with complex plans and enacting them with apparent ease. No matter his outward appearance, however, the burnt gold eyed tom is silently suffering, wondering if one day he'll simply end up in a sort of feedback loop, unable to escape his own mind and losing touch with reality entirely. That is his biggest fear, and at the same time, the biggest secret he keeps from his family, that the more memories that flood his mind, the deeper he falls into the inescapable void. Sibling to Tasman, Asya, Dinara, and Lev. Dedicated to Cauil
THOREN / UNIQCRIM mate of loki Sssssssh. This was all his mother ever said to him. His mother who was ashamed of his birth, ashamed of him, ashamed of herself. Thoren was born amongst secrecy and shame and even as an adult, has no clue as to why. His mother is Fawneyes, A Voiny of Brookclan and he has no idea as to his father. He assumed his father was a rogue or a cat from another clan but as soon as he was weaned she stopped speaking to him and immediately leaving him alone on the nursery to return to her duties. This is where the large tabby tom earned his new friend, a she-cat name Loki who he trusted and trained alongside for many seasons. What puts them apart is he is a Voiny and she is a Dvoryane but that never stopped their friendship. Through thick and thin, this loyal tom would do anything to protect and stand besides her as a friend and a companion. Dedicated to Cauil
THE DVORYANE
ABEL / SIMPLYLIGHT [ house harlow ] With woodland brown fur and sunlight in his eyes, Abel is lovely to look at. He has a lost boy charm and simple smile that makes him so attractive. However, he has already committed his life and pursuit to his mate, Hadley, and their kits, Embry, Kailey, Paisley, Timothy, Finley, and Riley. Him and Hadley fell in love before her family rose to power. Those were the times he often reminisces on. Now, there is a tension that has grown between them because of their royal ties. Abel, though less enthusiastic about the royalty, still loves Hadley deeply and strives to fix things between them. Dedicated to Cauil
ALEZANDER / EFFY [ house harlow ] Under layers of soft plush fur is a creature emerging with no good intentions. A steelly glint in the eye suggests a poisonous wit and a dangerous claw. On the surface, they seem calm and well put together. But that's just part of the scheme, the alluring sense of security under his care. There is truly no safety around Alezander, especially if you've got something he wants. But that's just it. He doesn't hurt because he wants to hurt. He’s after his revenge, sees his enemy at every turn, every face blends in and it all becomes a blur. He takes a sense of pride in his regality, even if it was handed to him as soon as Kerrigan became Tsar. But that doesn't matter; it's all the same on the golden throne. Heproudly flaunts himself and truly couldn't give less of a damn of anyone's judgements. Cynical and witty, he has a response to anything, and if you want to judge him you better make sure you're perfect. Life is short, so don't stress over the little things. These words are the words Alezander lives by. But he can turn on this sentiment as quickly as he can turn back. Betreyal is something that he's dealt with his whole life, and doesn't respond well to it. He has no mercy for the rule breakers and doesn't shed a tear for them. However, he always keeps the easy going, witty attitude on. Not to say he isn't like that normally - he certainly is, but a lingering dark side is always behind him, searching for something to break through and show his true colours. Dedicated to Devonei
BLAZEHOWL / HONEYSTORM [ house sterling ] Two halves of a whole. Blazehowl is twin to Lakeveil and to separate the two is a nearly impossible task. They are always found together, hunting, patrolling, and practicing, although they spend almost as much time with their other siblings Breezerunner, Midnightcrusade, and Cloudkit. Blazehowl is also the son of Springlockedgrave and Deal, although his grandmother Silentheart ended up raising him and his siblings, as his own mother wanted to keep away from him and his siblings, and for good reason. They are reincarnations of five kits that severely bullied Springlockedgrave in secret when her name was still Springlockedkit, five kits who mysteriously went 'missing', although the truth is that Springlockedgrave fed them deathberries and tossed their lifeless bodies into the nearby river, something that the siblings have realized, and the twins are especially determined to get vengance on their muderer, who now happens to be their mother. Of the twins, Blazehowl is the more secretive and stronger one. With a large stature, and a cold expression, he is intimidating, to say the least, and not one that you would want to engage in battle. His belt is thick and vibrant orange, with eyes made of glimmering gold, as handsome as he is strong. Although his siblings is the more intelligent of the duo, this does not mean he is stupid. On the occasion that he does speak, his words are surprisingly calculated, direct and well thought out. When paired with his twin sister, whether on the battlefeild or locked in debate, it is difficult indeed to be able to beat them. They are two halves of a vicious whole that preys on the weak, and you better hope that they don't set their eyes on you as their next target. Dedicated to ?
CESARE / HONEYSTORM [ house sterling ] It's no surprise the tom takes after his mother and her twin, his uncle. After all, his father was weak enough to die day one, so who else would he have learned from? Granted, he is far less subtle than either of them, not hiding behind a mask of pleasantries, in favor of flaunting his domineering personality. With thick fur, he takes after Blazehowl, though he has the leaner frame of Lakeveil, and bengal pattern of Lightningsnap. His fur, however, isn't the same brown tabby version of a bengal as his father, but pale silver dotted with delicate black, giving him a regal appearance. His eyes are electric yellow, a call to the first name of his father as his gaze is bright and striking as lightning. Anything but pleasant, he's arrogant and bossy, expecting orders to be followed perfectly, and willing to drop any previous ally of his at the first failure, regardless of previous track record. He uses others, that's no lie, and he intend to use his manipulative and abusive ways to one day integrate into the group's royalty, and Cesare will accept nothing less than what he feels is his rightful position as Tsar, lack of royal bloodline a mere bump in the road to him. Sibling to Killian, Faerie, Gareth, Vahe, Calliope, and Faolan, he interacts with his siblings as is necessary, but even they are pawns to him. One day, everyone, even his mother, will bow to him. He will make sure of it. Dedicated to ?
COTTONMOUTHCRY / HONEYSTORM [ house sterling ] A slim little she-cat with creamy grey fur. Darker stripes contour her body and face. Thin white stripes ring her eyes and dark black coats all four paws. Her eyes are a toxic green with hints of blue on the outer edges. Though her eyes are crystal clear, they lack sight. She was born without sight, a curse that runs through her family affecting both her mother, several siblings, and other relatives. Yet one would never know that by the way she moves around and responds to those around her. Her reactions are quick and her movements fluid. Her mind is a constant flurry of thoughts and senses. While at times she may appear to be still or asleep, she rarely is. Often she simply sits around and takes everything in.She is one of the many kits of Silentheart, making her a part of House Silentheart, one of the largest houses who also has the honor of having the Vrachi Springlockedgrave as a member. Cottonmouthcry has big dreams for her and her family, wanting them to make the most of their close relationship with the ruling House of Ranvieg. Dedicated to ?
FAWNEYES / UNIQCRIM [ house eclair ] – mother-in-law of loki white and calico she-cat. Sweet and quiet, you wouldn't expect her sharp tongue or bright wits. Dedicated to Cauil
KELLEN / SIMPLYLIGHT [ house harlow ] 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. He’s compassionate and cares for others more than he cares for himself. He especially protects and provided for his family. Dedicated to Marli
KILLIAN / HONEYSTORM [ house sterling ] A slim and rather small bengal tom. His pelt is two distinct sections, the top is a dusty blue while his underside is a rosy tan. Over both colors brown rosettes coat his frame and turn into stripes along his tail, legs, and head. His eyes are a mossy green and seem to stare blankly. He, like his great-grandmother and several other members of House Silentheart, was born blind. Yet he has never let that stop him from charging forward. Though he did have a small hiccup early on. Killian was born biologically a she-cat, something that felt wrong from the moment he was told that. As soon as he could, he boldly stated such to his family and proceeded to change his name from Lillian to Killian. He is a sweet tom who loves his family and wants to protect them. Yet he at times goes against his mother’s ideals and spends time with his grandmother. He can be stubborn and refuse to do want he is told, leading him to get into trouble every now and then. Yet all the compiles into a sweet and loving tom with a wild streak. Dedicated to ?
MISHA / OCEANIX [ house caerwyn ] [ written by Blank_Slate ] Misha is a happy tom, slim and long legged he bounces about with the energy of a kit even if he isn't even close to that young anymore. Misha thrives on family though, and adores his siblings and adored his parents. He has no idea his father wasn't actually his father and that his mother didn't love the tom she called her mate. Misha is the opposite of his sister Nadia, he still believes in fairytale endings. Not a tom to assume the worst of a situation he instead is often at the forefront of giving others the benefit of the doubt. This gullible nature leads others to taking advantage of him, often multiple times. He acted as a medicine cat for the group he was born into and specialized in helping young kits and expecting mothers. Enjoying his time helping to welcome new life into the world. Though serving under Alexei was a hardship to him as Alexei viewed healing as a useless position. But Misha was content with the young kits that adored him and the grateful mothers as his company. Sad to leave them behind when he had to leave his life behind with Alexei's fall. Dedicated to Cauil
NADIA / HONEYSTORM [ house caerwyn ] Pretty little Nadia. Sad little Nadia. Nadia's name means hope but she hasn't been hopeful since she was young. Nadia holds a dark secret of her lineage, one she hasn't even told her siblings who she is particularly close to. You see Nadia is the daughter of Alice and supposedly Andrei. Except Nadia learned that her father was actually a unaffiliated rouge named Hatter. Nadia is a royal through her mothers blood but if it was found out her father wasn't Andrei then Nadia and her siblings would be discounted as potential heirs and Alice would have been pressured to have another litter with a Andrei. Even after her parents passing Nadia fears telling of her mothers lie, knowing that Alexei or even Adrien would toss her and her siblings from the group, banning that line of the family from ever returning, even if the have a legitimate claim. Though this isn't the only thing that killed Nadia's hopefully view of the world. Learning of her mothers love for her father she had to wonder why Hatter's name wasn't known and why Andrei was her 'father'. The simple fact of the matter is that Pwyll who was in-charge during the affair would have killed both Alice and Hatter. Nadia learned how cruel other cats could be, she learned that not everything was a fairytale. Ever since she is monotone looks and slightly callous remarks. The voice of cynical realism among her generation and the one to point out all the flaws. No matter how much others try to draw her from her shell Nadia lives in fear of losing her happy ending like her mother did, so she shuts herself off from all possibility. [ Written by Blank_Slate ] Dedicated to ?
OSSUARYSHRIEK / HONEYSTORM [ house sterling ] Insanity and evil intentions, isn't that what runs in her blood? If you looked at her grandmother, perhaps not, Silentheart is perfectly sane, and quite the nice she-cat. It's where her mother begins that problems occur. You see, her mother, Springlockedgrave, is entirely insane. Paranoid, jumpy, and with a habit of twitching that tends to disturb others, it's safe to say that Ossuaryshriek didn't exactly grow up normal. In addition to this, the dilute tortoiseshell had her older half-siblings to deal with, namely the twins, Lakeveil and Blazehowl. They always unnerved her, with their uncanny ability to act in unison while at the same time being entirely opposite of each other in everything from appearance to which skills they mastered. All this was enough to tear the young she-cat apart. On one paw was her crazed mother who was only properly present on the days her older kits were far, far away, if something else hadn't already set her off. On the other were siblings coaxing her to hate that mother, who, despite her faults, tried to be a parent for her children, at least this time around, while painting themselves as perfect, caring siblings. It was hard not to grow to resent and fear both sides. Instead, the golden eyed kit became a recluse, closing herself off from the rest of them, unable to deal with the mental taxation of being pulled both ways. In the end, she succumbed to her own mind anyway. Often, Ossuaryshriek appears disheveled, skeletal gray and too bright ginger spiked up and grimy. She can't bring herself to care about the feelings of others, and yet at the same time, fears such cats are after her, that they're going to take her away due to her mother's insanity. She finds it hard to concentrate on most conversations, and seems to occasionally go off on tirades, jumping from subject to subject without any real coherence of meaning to her sentences.Tasks assigned to her rarely get done on time, if at all, and she tends to respond with flat, emotionless answers to most things. This is not all, however. Ossuaryshriek also suffers from hallucinations, most of them auditory, in the form of voices. They'll talk to each other, to her, command or insult, they come and go, sometimes a vague mumbling, at other times shouting so loud she can hear nothing else. Other hallucinations are uncommon, but not impossible for her, mostly revolving around shadows that she fears are creatures out to get her, or scenting and catching imaginary prey. Much like her mother, these things come and go, and one day she can go from relatively normal and conversational to entirely monotonous and paranoid. She knows there's a problem, but thanks to her mother, she's too fearful of being labeled crazy to actually do anything about it. Her siblings are Graverobber, Barrowcollapse, Cryptecho, Tombspirit, Catacombcreep, and Sepulcherarisen, all of them named after the places in which the dead are stored, something that's a bit too accurate when Ossuaryshriek can sometimes look like the dead walking. Dedicated to ?
SASHA / BLANKSLATE [ house rainvieg ] Sometimes it's not the people who change, but the mask that falls off. Sasha was born in a monarchy, the monarchy that laid the foundations to Brookclan today. Driven from the home before he could experience any of it though, fleeing certain death at the claws of Alexei, the Tsar who stole his father Aiden's crown. Left to start life as a loner alongside his siblings, experiencing the cold gnawing hunger, and freezing winter nights with little shelter. Until they found Brookclan, the old Brookclan. Their father worked his way to power, and with his influence used the clan to take back his birthright. Sasha was offered the right to take the throne after his father and he turned it down. Not desiring the hassle of the throne, thought fierce and clever enough to hold it he thought it restrictive. His brother Viktor turned down the throne because he felt himself unsuited, Sasha couldn't help but agree. Rasputin their youngest brother was never offered the throne. Leaving his sister Anastasia with it, leaving his sister Anastasia to invade the monarchy, and merge it with Brookclan, to make it what it is today. Sasha wasn't around for that though, wasn't around for Rasputin's betrayal and attempted assassination against their sister, and murder of their father. Sasha saw the change come, say the future rebellions, and inter-fighting; and well he had more loyalty to his own survival than to his siblings. A sleek black furred tom with burning amber eyes, his mind is always multiples steps ahead, always thinking towards the future. Often caught up in his own thoughts and contemplation. Snarky, and mocking affectionate it's hard to really understand if Sasha hates you or likes you. Uncle to Anastasia's kits ; Petra, Raine, Nadine, Grigoriy, and Finn. Father to Gullimae, Salieri, Amadeus, Daedalus. Dedicated to Marli
SILENTHEART / HONEYSTORM [ house sterling ] Something bothers you? You sense something but can't find the source. Blink. A cat is standing in front of you ears pricked, calculating your next move. What is this? She's not really looking at you, not focusing. Her eyes are ice and her pelt is the color of a stone. The only variations are her paws and tailtip, dark, like night. Her eyes don't focus, she's blind. Yet, she calculates you without seeing. You're chilled. She stands slowly letting her tail brush over your pelt, sizing you up with only four senses. She almost seems normal. But her voice is silent. She chuckles softly, and you jump. She obviously can talk, but prefers not to. What a great way to be underestimated. This she-cat is Silentheart. Her eyes never work, just like her brother Deathspirit. But without sight, comes the enhancing of the other senses to make up. Skilled at hunting and a surprisingly good fighter. Don't underestimate someone just because of something they can't control, it just may cost you your hide. She has four siblings, Mountainlight, Ebonyscar, Obsidiannight, and Deathspirit. She is much like her mother, matching anyone with a sharp tongue, and a sharper wit. You can learn much from being silent. Watch and wait. Listen carefully, she may be around the corner. Dedicated to ?
SUNBEAMSTING / HONEYSTORM [ house sterling ] Such pretty eyes for a small little she-cat, the outside a bright, opaque blue the endless color of the sky, the centers a clear circle around her pupil of sunshine yellow, saturated and brilliant like the most vibrantly colored flower. Alas, though people have commented on her pretty eyes, she is unable to see what they rave about. Much like her mother, Silentheart, Sunbeamsting is blind, unable to see the world around her. Half of her litter suffers this affliction, as Cottonmouthcry and Mangrovemystery lack sight also, though her other three littermates, Copperheadcrawl, Diamondbackdawn, and Sidewinderstrike can all see well enough. Considering her mother's obvious success despite this, Sunbeamsting never exactly had issues with her blindness, for she was taught ways to get around without it, to hunt and fight with only her other senses to guide her. Still, it's easy to underestimate her. The youngest of her litter, she was always small, her frame fading into the shadows, but she wouldn't have it any other way. With sleek, shiny fur tipped in a gunmetal gray shade that shifts with her movement, her fur glimmers with an almost metallic, or scale like sheen, her graceful movements allow her to live up to her namesake of a snake. Though she prefers to observe, when one does get her talking, it's easy to see her tongue is sharp, and she's willing to lash out at anyone if she feels they deserve it. She may not have sight, and she may not have inherent strength, but her sneakiness and wit have served her well, despite it. Sunbeamsting is not thecat to underestimate, even if she appears an easy target at first Dedicated to ?
VIATRIX / EFFY [ house harlow ] There was a reason she was given this infrequent name. Viatrix radiates a look of pristine royalty, one that follows her around like an aura. Her optics are magnetic, they pull you in and demand you stare. Her pelt is soft and lengthy, but lets her move with facileness. There is no easy way to Viatrix; when you think that you have her in the palm of your hand, she's already deciphered everything. Viatrix is no idiot, on the contrary she has become a genius in ascertaining others intentions. Such reliability makes her a great asset as a planner. She was simply born to consummate such obligations as this. Most will underestimate the she-feline's facility, as she might be the last to ever do such a thing. But that is a sour mistake, as she puts on the facade of inculpability, when that couldn't be farther from the truth. Her thinking is pellucid and concise, no thing is left undone or extemporaneous. Even if she is clear minded, others close to her see a more nonchalant Viatrix. One who wants adventure, exhilaration, or wants to stir up quandaries for no reason. It can be hard to apply what is right to her, as she believes that the only thing right is to be spontaneous. For course, she would never betray her family for adventure,but sometimes Viatrix wonders what life is like beyond her walls. As these walls call to her, they tempt her out. But she has to be firm and not give in; she mustn't let her emotions cloud her rationality. It can be difficult for someone who is always longing for something more, pondering the mysteries of the world, parallels of reality she cannot reach. Always wanting more, willing to leave someone in the dust for a bit of adventure. Viatrix has but one excuse to this rule; the royal family. Dedicated to Tiveronah
ZAKHAR / OCEANIX [ house rainvieg ] [written by Blank_Slate] The brother of Aiden and the uncle to Anastasia, Sasha, Viktor, and Rasputin. Compared to his brother Zakhar is one of the more easy going of the two. While Aiden was outraged over Alexei's betrayal and was ultimately exiled alongside his children because of it. Zakhar on the other hand didn't bother to complain. At least he got to still be considered royalty even if he wasn't exactly the brother to the tsar. Then Zakhar and Evgenia, Alexei's youngest sister, fell in love. They'd meet each other every night under the moonlight and act like nothing happened by the morning. Afterall, if Alexei was to find out that Zakhar was messing around with his youngest sister especially considering what house he came for he would of surely had Zakhar's head. However, things got even more complicated when Evgenia ended up pregnant with Zakhar's kits. The she-cat was able to hide her pregnancy up until the day they were born and then promptly dumped the kits outside of House Ranveig's den. Zakhar knew right away they were his and took them in promptly. Once Alexei found out the kits were Zakhar's he demanded to know who his mate was. Zakhar refused to say, but Evgenia cracked under the pressure and claimed it was a rogue who was not apart of the group and that she had seen them together on numerous occasions. Alexei stripped the kits of their status as royals because of this and dubbed them peasants causing the kits to live a life of misery as they were viewed as traitors due to the actions of their father. Dedicated to Tiveronah
THE VOINY
ABLUVIAN / PRIMORDIALHAZE A smaller tom with the perfect white and ginger spots and patches of black interrupting the statuesque. His eyes clear and gray. Abluvian is the silent observer. While his dedicate is Marli he struggles against his natural instinct. He's a cat of noble intention and values honesty and integrity. Marli punishes him whenever a cat cries out in pain. Abluvian feels trapped in place. Forced to listen and to watch the pain of others. When all he wants to do is rescue. To easy pain. To save. Abluvian is kind, generous, and loving. The perfect mate and father. The knight in shining armor. A possessed prince of light. Dedicated to Marli
AMETHYSTARMY / HONEYSTORM Strength lays in his pale paws, danger sparks in iridescent eyes. Though he isn't the largest tom there was, his fur is silky, pale albino white, his eyes fitting to his name an iridescent shade of lilac that glimmers in daylight. Rather solitary, he's not exactly the most forthcoming cat, preferring to be the quiet brute most assume that he is. Of course, this isn't wholly true. He's secretly kind, bringing in extra prey for his clanmates, and more than a little protective of his younger sisters whom he adores. For them he'd go to the farthest reaches of the earth. He loves his brothers too, of course, but it isn't quite the same, being all boys the same age. Nonetheless, he loves his family, even if he's a bit rough around the edges, there's a rather sweet tom inside. Son of Spellbinder and sibling to Garnetcrown, Aquamarinecourt, Diamondseal, Emeraldkingdom, Pearlstatue, Rubymantle, Sapphirethrone, Peridotcastle, Opalsword, Topazsignet, and Zirconsceptre. Dedicated to Devonei
ARTHUR / OCEANIX Was a royal when his fathers were both in ruling positions but at a young age found himself at the bottom of the totem pole. Trauma shaped Arthur's life at a young age. With the disappearance of she-cat Cortana who was his litter's surrogate. Arthur grew up not knowing the love of a mother.The foundation of the relationship that would give way to Arthur's birth. Has caused his great pain in his life. The relationship started when his father Silentstar left his previous mate Lionhawk for Arthur's other father Zodiac who was Silentstar's Advisor at the time. At the time of Arthur's birth Zodiac had risen to the rank of Prince. Shortly after his birth Zodiac decided to walk away from Silentstar and their children. Leading Silentstar to fall into insanity and paranoia leading to the destruction of old Brookclan. After Silentstar's disappearance and assumed murder the attack of Primal Instinct led to the death of Arthur's littermates Adrian, August and Alexandra. In the first short moons of his life Arthur when from having a broken family to having nothing. With the disappearances and death of his parents it left the tom alone to face the cruel world he had been placed into. He was place into a nursery environment where no queen wanted to take care of him or have him near their own children. For he would be forever known as the only surviving child of the two toms responsible for displacement of Brookclan. Not only is his blood a reminder, but his overall appearance advertises his linage. Carrying the same color of Amber eyes like his father Zodiac. While his facial structure connect him to that of Zodiac. The muscular built and broad frame are a reminding echo of Silentstar. His grey and black Bengal pelt is a clear reminder of the ruthless leader. Due to his past trauma Arthur suffers from bouts insomnia and night terrors. Being outcastes by majority of his clan led to his episodes of depression. Leading to the fear that plagues him ever day. With each episode of depression or night terror the tom fears he is moving closer to becoming like his father Silentstar. Dedicated to Devonei
ASHLEY / SINFUL A white tom with angry scars along his body and gold eyes. Biological brother to Halsey. He has a tendency to get into trouble very easily; a lot of the time his life is like a movie. he's never safe, not for long. Dedicated to Tiveronah
CATRIONA / PRIMORDIALHAZE The second youngest of the Angora quadruplets. Catriona is the goodytwoshoes or Tsar's pet out of her siblings. A smaller she-cat in comparison to her older siblings Declan or Emmet. Catriona finds her elder brother Emmet to be a giant pain in the tail and finds herself praying to the gods to put him in his place. On the other paw she cherishes and adores her eldest brother Declan. Catriona found her place when she and her siblings ran from their kittypet life and were accepted by BrookClan. Here they were given a task, given a religion, placed in a pecking order, and laws laid before them. Catriona coudln't be happier. She seeks out tasks like border patrols and training Kadets. Catriona couldn't imagine a better life for herself and her family. She aims only to be as good as she can be int he place she is put. Her heart happy when she completes a task as it is set before her and recognition given when she succeeds. Catriona wishes to spend time serving the monarchy and the gods as she is called to. She sees a loving mate and Podas in her future, though she is usually distracted with things she can not control. Catriona is all white with pale leafy green eyes. Dedicated to Devonei
CHANGELING / BLANKSLATE Finding home. Tracking down where his line all began, and finding unfamiliar faces and forgotten names. Saoirse, the name given to him after his birth, the name given to him by his grandfather Leonid. Changeling left it behind when he left behind the last of his family, buried in a shallow grave marked only by the disturbed earth. He followed the trail left by half told stories with unfinished ends and missing names. Chased the ghosts of his grandfathers past and found himself back at the monarchy where Leonid was raised, but not. Slipping within the fold felt like being welcomed home, the plots and schemes like old friends he had always known but never met. He took up a different name upon his enterance, wary of the current royalty, having heard all from his grandfather about old plots. How Leonid himself had fled the monarchy to flee is brothers murderous rage, to escape his nieces and nephews after his own betrayal to help usurp them. A snake in the grass he is unnoticed until he is sinking his fangs until the unknowing fool who had treed on him. The pretty snowshoe tom with his big blue eyes is nonthreatening in appearance and soft spoken, easily moved past with nary a second glance. But to not note Changeling's position in relation to you is foolish. Born to an original royal line forgotten now, but still with the same blood thirsty self serving attitude passed down the line. Changeling is a marionette parading in place of the sleeping demon that is Saoirse. Dedicated to Tiveronah
IVYFANG / HONEYSTORM Outgoing, sarcastic, overall very friendly and kind. These are words that could have described Ivyfang once upon a time. Throughout her kithood, Ivyfang was raised by her mother, Tilly, who, despite anything that happened around them, kept her honest, caring, and gentle, but, as with all good things, that couldn't last. Once she reached apprentice age, her mother... she was killed, and Ivyfang never did find out by who. A friend of her mother's took over their care, to some extent, wanting to see them become the cats their mother wanted them to be. But Ivyfang couldn't deal with that, couldn't deal with the cats who reminded her so much of her mother. Closing herself off, she grew cold, distant, sharp tongued, no longer the friendly and kind feline her mother had raised all those moons. This was compounded with two very peculiar cats who started to appear in her and her littermate's lives soon after her mother's death. Twins, one as orange as fire, the other a cooling river of blue-gray, male and female, stoic and smart respectively. They filled her head with ideas of strength, of violence being the answer, giving her an outlet for the grief and anger she'd been harboring inside. Her mother had hoped for the best for her children, but, at least in Ivyfang's case, she couldn't have gotten a more opposite cat. Surprisingly large, a MaineCoon feline, Ivyfang not only has a personality, but a strength to fear, lighter on her paws than one would expect, and utterly merciless in her attacks, whether verbal or using her claws. Thick white fur like fallen snow coats her frame, offset with small, beautiful black splashes, across her forehead and nose, lining her paws, the color ghosting also in places along her sides and tail, tainting her like the darkness that grows in her heart. Standing tall, with a cold fire stare, her gold-green gaze beneath kohl lined eyes disregards those around her, except when she chooses to pick a fight, and occurrence that's not uncommon for the icy feline. From the tips of her tall ears, to the bottom of her splotched black and pink paws, Ivyfang is not the cat she once was, and it's unlikely she ever will be again. Dedicated to Tiveronah
MIDNIGHTCOMET / PAOGIRL18 With fur the same color as the sky at midnight and eyes that shine a bright green, this tom feels right at home in the quiet of the forest. Midnightcomet has always had a love for the night, especially the middle of the night when it's at it's darkest. The tom will happily take the late night patrols just to have the excuse to sleep in late after a night of staying up to watch the sky, stars or no stars. Midnightcomet was born to a she-cat loner named Sun along with his three siblings, Starlightarrow, Twilightmoon and Sunrise. Their grandfather, Eclipse, is the one that brought them to BrookClan when they were just kits. At the time it was due solely to the fact that Sunrise was extremely sick, sick enough that she didn't survive to become a member of the clan. He can barely remember his youngest sister but he knows that, like his mother, he will never stop loving her. His grandfather enjoys telling his siblings, him and anyone else that will listen stories of when the elder was younger, stories that have fascinated Midnightcomet his whole life. The black tom cat wishes to be as brave as he grandfather sounds in his stories, as well as loving. This cat wishes to find love, no matter the cat's gender. He wants someone who appreciates the night sky as much as he does, who will listen and tell stories beside him until sunrise. In honor of his sister, Midnightcomet stays up late every night just to see the sun rise and hopes to one day have kits that he can name after her. This quiet, honest tom was named by his mother, Sun, for the time by which she met up with his father at midnight, He was given comet as a part of his warrior name due to his nightly sky watching and the falling comets he once witnessed. Dedicated to Marli
PEARLYSHELL / SIMPLYLIGHT "Pearly shells / from the ocean / shining in the sun / covering the shore / when I see them / my heart tells me that I love you / more than all / those little pearly shells." We will start from the beginning; the basic facts about this young, broken female. What would be pure, snowy white fur if it wasn't for the dust of ginger around her solemn blue optics and around the top of her ears, covers a slender, petite frame. The inside of her triangular ears and her dainty nose are a light, pearly pink, earning her the name Pearlyshell. Beaches are full of shells, shimmering brightly in the sun and providing a little element of happiness to those who admire them. Shells, so lovely and sweet, are picked and plucked by many, but only the most beautiful are chosen. The harsh reality is that every one of them, at some point, were simple, yet dazzling works of art. That was before the tide got a hold of them, shattering them to pieces and spreading them helplessly across the shore, never to be put back together again. Some of those delicate, delightful shells break after being trampled and walked over carelessly. For some, it is a combination of all those scenarios that wear them down and break them apart. Such exquisite tapestries on calcium carbonate, just to shatter into unwanted fragments of what they once were. Broken exoskeletons that once held wonderful creatures, discarded and tossed to the side. That is the sad reality of Pearlyshell's existence. At the very beginning of her life, she was new, pleasing, and a complete gem of life. The first break happened the day of her birth. Like most kits, her and her siblings were unwanted, stranded. They were too young to remember, but that little crack spread deep and thick, causing the first split in their shells. Unfortunately, they were taken in by different parents. It was unfortunate because that is the source of the next break. The couple was 'young and dumb'as many describe it. They thought they could raise these beautiful babies themselves, but they couldn't even take care of their own relationship. The two fought and fought, hashing it out in front of the innocent eyes of Pearlyshell and her siblings. Things got dark and unexpected 'accidents' happened. Suddenly, there was blood and fury and abandonment. They were out on their own again, young and fragile babes who hadn't had their eyes opened long and already experienced the terrors of fresh blood and death. It wasn't too long before they were found again, starving and shaking like dying leaves. Their new home was a group of rogue cats who seemed kind and made a family for the already broken kittens. Had they finally found their forever home? No, they hadn't. Apparently, there were differences between their group and a different band of rogues and that induced a war. She was the only one to run. Her siblings stayed and were killed mercilessly as the lost and steadily fracturing shell watched on, too afraid if she stepped out she would meet the same fate. They were just kits, murdered and their bodies tossed carelessly to the side. With that image smashed in her mind forever, the white baby ran as far as she could. Along the way, she fell and broke her leg and hip. Because it wasn't attended to in ample amount of time, it remained permanently crippled. She finally made her way to Brookclan and was thrown into a whole new life, spirit crushed but hope for a better life restored. When you look upon her, she wears a severed smile and slaved devotion to her current home. Her heart, once full of joy and love of life, cries out to be mended, but she manipulates the cries on the way out to ones of servant-hood. Pearlyshell gives everything she has to Brookclan. The problem with that is that all she has is crushed, defective, and strewed. Frantically, she searches for her pieces among the hearts of others, just to be let down. No one picksup a busted shell. Dedicated to ?
SARAFINA / SINFUL A slender cream she-cat with a light cream muzzle, underbelly and eye rims and green eyes. Kind, loving, careful. Mother of Nala. Dedicated to Marli
SILAS / ZUNO A pedigreed prince. He was born to succeed in everything he did, and when he got bored of smashing the expectations, he left to set his own. Silas was born into kittypet royalty; he and his siblings were bred specifically for the harsh and competitive world of cat shows. Much like his lost sister Crystal, Silas couldn’t be tied down. Fraternal twin brother to the now Crowned of WinterClan, he is an unfathomably long haired tuxedo, with white dripping down his nose and over his entire muzzle, bleeding into his mane and down his underbelly. Unlike his sisters white boots, Silas sports classic tuxedo socks. Green rings line his pupils floating in a seal of gold iris. While their two-legs didn’t dump him in a shelter like they did his sister, Silas was left to a fate far worse: he was forced to compete. His laidback attitude made him perfect for being prodded and poked by curious judges, not caring what happened to him in the shows as long as he was able to make hell at home- and he was. Their two-legs tolerated him as he was perfect in the shows. Though, Silas began to grow tired of his life in the business. When his family had begun packing up their lives and move on to more prestigious shows, Silas and his sister Verity decided to leave their old life for better things in the mountains and forests. The siblings found their way to the outskirts of BrookClan and its neighbors, fearing that if they climbed the southern mountains there would be no reward. While Verity thought little before she joined the ranks as a voiny, Silas decided to be a wanderer for a short while. Drifting between the borders, he met multitudes of cats along the way. He found himself enamored with a BrookClan molly named Yulia and fell hard in love. He never wanted to join a clan or group until he met Yulia, following her all around until he was too close for comfort. She left him one day, left him wondering where or when she would come back to him. When days turned into moons and she still hadn't returned, he decided to swallow his fears and pride and join BrookClan to find her. Dedicated to Marli
SPELLBINDER / HONEYSTORM It's hard to deny this she-cat, as with a simple blink of her alluring golden eyes that glitter like the spells she was named for, you can't help but want to bend to her every will and whim. And thus, she often gets what she desires, anything from the plumpest mouse on the fresh-kill pile, to extra moss or feathers for her nest. Of course, Spellbinder seems to think they are just being kind, and will often request them to help those she cares about, such as her siblings, parents, or close friends. They seem happy enough to oblige. She's a bit naive in that respect, thinking nothing but the best about those around her, and easily giving second chances. Maybe she's not naive, rather, just very optimistic. Which may be in part due to being more sheltered, since her every need seemed to be catered to. Even into her warrior seasons, she retained her kit-like sense of innocence and curiosity, taking every opportunity to admire the world. The black and white tuxedo she-cat can often be found walking through the forest, swimming, or playing with kits, always with a smile on her face. She isn't the first to jump into battle, usually seeking a way to sort something out in a peaceful manner, but if you've somehow managed to incur the wrath of this graceful and kind she-cat, you're in for a surprise. She's not as weak or naive as she appears on the outside, and she'll fight just as, if not more fiercely alongside her clanmates if it comes to it. There's more to this apparently sheltered she-cat than meets the eye, a mystery if your will, of what's past the frontal innocence. Beyond her pretty face and sleek pelt, there's intelligence, undying loyalty, and so much more. Spellbinder's older siblings are Oathkeeper, Kingdomkey, Destinysky, and Diamonddust, while her littermates are Threewishes and Stormfall, her parents Heartlessshadow and Universelore. Dedicated to Marli
TAIKATALVI / SINFUL In the darkness the twinkle of a key fitting into a lock precedes the mechanical melody of a music box. The lid lifts with a creak to reveal the facade of a ballerina upon her pedestal in third position. She rises, porcelain arms cracking along tendon with the grace of her movement. She’s desperate, the strings along her limbs twisting her in circles. Her master hovers above her with a manic grin. She’s powerless. [ this stage is the dearest of my children, where moonlight moves through alleys. ] — The crowd watches on with smiles of awe, eyes sparkling in the magic of the show while she weeps. She tugs at her restraints, a marionette entangling herself in a web of deceit, all the while her broken heart slowing in its rapid pulse. Crystal eyes grasp for any hope in the darkness, but there is no savior. No one will come. She closes her eyes, giving in to the demon using her body as a conduit, the recesses of shadow in her mind growing with each slow intake of breath. She lifts her arms into fifth position, envisioning herself as a beautiful swan in the middle of a winter wonderland; cold, distant, safe. As she twirls upon her pedestal, her feathers of freedom blossom upon her china arms and she feels, for once, the wind of change caressing her not unlike a lover long lost. [ a bent twig, a summer in its care. white vast open sea. on the wings of a phantom moon comes to take me home. ] — She leaps into the air, the bolts connecting her to the wood of her foundation causing her slippered feet to shatter into glitter. There is a smile on her face and diamonds falling from her eyes as she soars ever higher toward the light far above, where paradise and relief beckon her. A hand reaches out for the warmth of the sun and she’s engulfed in the blazing rays, ceramic limbs shattering to reveal soft tissue underneath, as pale as the armor she had been trapped in. Crystal eyes close for the last time and she allows herself to flutter in the void between slumber and consciousness, her heart stitching itself back together with the thread of the silver havens. [ in winterland a moment is an eternity, creeps to me on kitten paws. i get to live here where the story begins, where a violin echoes the eternal melody of immense longing, waking up the earth with its song. ] — Small toes create pressure marks in a vast wide world, crystal eyes in a furry white face gazing outward at the world anew. The marionette on the inside dances with renewed vigor, grateful for her chance at light and love once more. Dedicated to Cauil
TATRI / SIMPLYLIGHT Adventure might as well be her middle name. Either that or "Unlucky." Tatri is a wild spirit, always seeking out new quests to go on. Unfortunately, that gets her in a bit of trouble. That trouble ends up turning into good, but there is a bit of mess left in it's wake. For instance, her journey to Brookclan. She didn't know that the tom had a mate, but she fell for him hard. He had a lawful personality and was very respectful, somewhat contradicting her own wild-flower personality. When he got her pregnant, he was quick to leave and she soon discovered that she had merely been an affair. That left her with four young kittens to raise by herself. That was, until she found Brookclan. They fortunately took her and the babes in during Kerrigan's disappearance and Tatri decided to live out the rest of her days in the clan. With a short brown tabby coat, she doesn't look much different than your average cat except for her eyes. The brown color is off by a few shades between her left and right eye, making her appear somewhat unique when you look closely. Unique is probably the best word to describe this feline. More to come as she is developed. Dedicated to Marli
TRINITY / SINFUL A dark grey she-cat with silvery white mask and tail tip, green eyes. Biological sister to Serenity. She's the opposite of her sister in every way – she's calm, collected, calculated. she plans ahead and for the long haul. She doesn't like change and doesn't like having to adjust to her surroundings, so moving around isn't an option. She's also fiercely loyal and wants only the best for both her and her sister. Dedicated to Devonei
WILLIAM / LAVENDER. A scholar in black, destined for greatness or so he believes. William is a born and bred BrookClan cat. His lineage while long is nothing special, simply ordinary cats who had ordinary lives. William took what he was dealt and vowed to improve upon it. His mother only spurred him on, she had lived through several different upheavals in the clan and believed it was time for her family to take over. While William may think highly of himself, he could never fool himself into believing his mother’s dreams. He spent his first moons soaking in all he could learn from stories he was told. As a kadet he put all he could into his training, pushing himself farther than what was reasonable. As a new voiny he began to leave the territory in search of more knowledge. William has never told anyone why he leaves, only that he is and he will be back. He always returns, never forgetting his true home. William has picked up many things from his travels though he may not always be forthcoming with his knowledge of foreign lands. BrookClan still offers him new experiences, it’s not unusual to find him somewhere deep in the study of nature or the tales of an elder. He holds an uncanny ability to sit motionless for extended periods of time, a trait that passes over to his mind as well. It is rather hard to upset William or at least get a physical reaction out of him. He is prone to keeping things close to his chest, be it secrets or emotions. This leads him to come off a bit cynical, he tends to look at the negative, or realistic as he likes to call it. Some can perceive him as gruff or moody at times, though it is often because he feels they are interrupting his studies. William is a tall and lean tom with silky fur that appears longer in some places. It is a sooty Black that fades to a soft grey along his belly. Faint tabby stripes mark his sides and run through the grey patch on his chest. His black face is given a dignified look with a Roman nose. Wide ears offset the narrow head with a long muzzle. Olive drab eyes speckled with silver match thin silvery whiskers. His tail is rather fluffy in comparison to the rest of his coat. William keeps himself in pristine condition for a healthy body supports a healthy mind. Dedicated to Devonei
AMADEUS / BLANKSLATE royal through rainvieg bloodline A picture of serenity, large round yellow eyes and smooth black furred coat. A solid foundation with a deep resolve and hardened spine. Getting under Amadeus's skin is nearly impossible. Almost impervious to judgement and warnings. He does as he pleases rather right or wrong and will smile in the face of adversity. Relishing in a challenge, the blood the boils within his veins is anything other than serene. A skilled charmer and manipulator he is not afraid of lowering himself to further himself in the future. Not to proud to bend, but be cautious of the returning snap. For while he will bend he will never fold. Long haired black tom with golden eyes. Son of Sasha, nephew of Anastasia. Dedicated to Tiveronah
BAVMORDA / SINFUL A brown she-cat with eyes dark enough to be black. incredibly ambitious and longs to have the royal throne for herself. conniving, deceitful, manipulative. often ‘falls in love with’ (i.e. manipulates) those who fall for Raziel. Dedicated to Devonei
BEHOLDERPAW ray / SINFUL Black she-cat with one yellow eye and the other a slightly red-purplish color from a past infection. Dedicated to Marli
CERYS / HONEYSTORM royal through sterling bloodline | mentored by kellen Anarchy. Pain. Death. Cerys was brought into a world that knew no peace, his mother dead by her own paw, and their Tsar gone with the wind. His grandmother raised him, but her heart was broken in a way that couldn't be fixed, and no matter what she tried, Cerys couldn't feel truly a connection to her. It was always his siblings and him versus the world, at least when things began. Even when things settled down, however, and a new Tsar took power, his half-sister taking her place as the Head of House, and being promoted to Vrachii, he couldn't feel at peace, not really. The lanky golden-orange tom, with his angular features, black tipped ears, and dark amber eyes, is always moving. Restless in the quiet times and thriving in chaos, he is a cat who lives for freedom. He dislikes being constrained by rules, and would rather go about his life in his own way, rather than listen to an order. That's not to say he's an evil cat, per say, he truly does care for his clanmates, and wishes the best for them, he's simply a creature who thinks that the best in a cat comes from independence and instinct, rather than rules and processes. The royal is known for his inherent casualness, not the type to lord status over someone, but also as a cat who tends to be a be troublesome. He can't help it. When he's bored, he has to find something to sate his need for chaos, and that often manifests with him causing problems, though his intentions are rarely malicious. Overall, he is simply a cat who values the unexpected, and despite the problems he can bring to those who know him, he is a good cat at heart, one who would die for the clan he knows. Dedicated to Tiveronah
DAEDALUS / SINFUL royal through rainvieg bloodline Poisonous toxic green eyes and short black fur, one white spot on his chest. He spits venom and coos poison like it runs through his veins, like disease and decay have built his skeleton. To go against Daedalus or any of his brothers means facing his barbed tongue and vicious gaze. He rips the skin from bones and exposes the vulnerable insides, pokes at insecurities, and taunts doubts. Sharp in every sense of the word, sharp witted, sharp tongued, and with sharp reflexes. A fighter he will go out of his way to start them, and is always the first to step up in defense of his litter or the Rainveig family. Dedicated to Tiveronah
DUNGEONPAW master / SIMPLYLIGHT Dungeonmaster is a dark brown tabby she-cat with bright yellow eyes and a feisty spirit. She is a bit of a wild card at times, for sure. Dungeonkit was adopted by Smallfire and has four other siblings, Beholderray, Roguehero, Dwarffighter, and Chromaticdragon. She is probably the most adventurous and spontaneous of all the siblings. She loves to come up with crazy plans and rope a few followers into doing them with her. As a podarok, she was always venturing out of camp and exploring new areas. Not much changed as she got others except that she does tend to follow the rules more. Dungeonmaster has a tendency to become the ringleader of the group whether they like it or not. More to come as she is developed. Dedicated to Tiveronah
DWARFPAW fighter / SINFUL Stocky, short ruddy red tom with amber eyes. Despite being a bit shorter, he is probably the most battle-hungry and strongest of the group. Dedicated to Devonei
FIKRE / BLANKSLATE mentored by trinity Daughter of Springlockgrave and an unknown tom. Sister of Awnell, Cerys, Kevay, Lezane, Luvinia, Sevilin, and Xaria. A sleek calico with haunting golden eyes who prefers to dwell within the shadows and avoid the light. Dedicated to Tiveronah
FINN / HONEYSTORM mentored by midnightcomet Small and solid white. He wasn't supposed to live past birth but has beat the odds. Although due to his illness he's not very strong, his intelligence outweighs that. His siblings baby him which Finn hates. He wants to be independent and desperately so. This causes many conflicts between him and the rest of his siblings especially with his older sister Raine who constantly fights with him and limits him. His illness is kept a secret except his siblings and Lakeveil know about it. It's assumed he has severe asthma and a is half blind. The fourth and smallest in the litter. Dedicated to ?
GRIGORIY / BLANKSLATE mentored by rune Black pelt stroked through with light strands of white, a bright spot under on his chest; an almost physically target painted on his fur. Perfectly capable of fending for himself but oddly dependent on others. Grigoriy or Grisha as he is often referred to thrives with being the youngest of his litter. Boils with bitterness at his older siblings preferential treatment towards his sick brother Finn and insecure sister Petra. An attention seeker he likes when all eyes are on him, one for theatrics and putting on show. Everything is a production with him whether true or false. Small he often plays on this for more sympathy. Not outright manipulative, but often being so as a byproduct of his desire for others eyes on him. Argumentative and whiny he is honestly more often a pain and unhelpful. It is hard to imagine him as the son of the Tsar Anastasia; hard to picture him as a descendant of one of the original proud bloodlines. Dedicated to Cauil
KIARA / MOONBOUND mentored by ? Reckless is one way to describe Kiara. The only one who truly brings this out in her is her crush, Kovu; when the two are together, trouble is bound to follow suit. Curiosity brims at her edges as she thinks of all the possibilities of the world. She wants to figure everything and anything out, and she enjoys to go on countless adventures to do just that. She has the heart of a wild child, tying in with her recklessness and her tendency to be childish at times. With a strong will, nothing can ever hold this she-cat down, for she continues on with a warm smile on her face and a heart ready to take on the world. Kiara has the ability to see the best in others, no matter how 'bad' they may seem, and she is also very good at bringing out the best in others. With a positive outlook in life, it's not hard to see why Kiara is always found doing whatever makes her heart happy. Kiara is a russet colored she-cat with darker russet stripes marking her forehead, leading into a one dark stripe going down her back and her tail. Her eyes are a warm yellow color, reminding one of autumn leaves. She is the sole daughter of Simba and Nala. Dedicated to Marli
MADMARTIGAN / BLANKSLATE A tall black tom with brown eyes. Restless, reckless, & truant as a child. Skilled soldier when he was a kadet. Natural heartbreaker, though he usually doesn’t mean it. Fond of children. Dedicated to Marli
MEDOH / BLANKSLATE mentored by abluvian Some burn from the match, some fall through the cracks. It cracks and sparks with an exuberance to spread, untamed but controlled. Alight and awash with the sunset oranges and vibrant yellows. Born from the one spark, the one match turning into a bonfire that will burn until it eats the world away, until there is nothing left to sustain it. Medoh came out burning bright, eyes wide open and paws eager to take him places, unwilling to be stopped of deterred. A menace when determined and willing to eat up those weaker than him to grow himself. His believes are instilled deeply within him, though he is open to learning and will not refute another opinion. In fact he welcomes discussion and disagreement, eager to hear others views. The ash grey tabby a sight to behold with his silky coat and plume like tail he carries like a flag; a dare to those who might try and bring him down. He flies into new things quickly, and can quickly snuff himself out bu overreaching; though that ember of interest might reignite with the right winds. Emotions are something he feels completely, with his whole self, and shares no shame in ever expressing them to that extent. Brother to Ruta, Rudania, and Naboris. Son of Tatri. Dedicated to Devonei
MEDUSALITH / MEDUSA mentored by ? Swirls of ginger stripes mark her cream-colored pelt, complimenting the fiery pair of blue eyes that bless her features. A soft smile plays at her lips, while a sigh drifts from them and floats into the air in a whisper. A pink nose crinkles itself at you, inhaling your scent and exhaling with a soft hum in her throat. She's watching your every move, observing you, getting to know you by just looking. She can feel your energy and tell what kind of person you are. Good or bad, she turns away with a 'hmph', leaving you breathless and honestly, alone. Medusalith, or Medusa, has always acted haughty; superior to everyone and anyone, and quite disdainful about it. She isn't of royal blood, no, having been a young feline who stumbled upon BrookClan among her travels. She was six moons old then, full of spunk and energy, and ready to take on the world. BrookClan let her into their ranks with little to no questions, due to her age, and she felt the regal air around her when she stepped foot into their camp. This was where she belongs. Medusalith is fiercely loyal to her Clan, though she struggles with putting herself before them, or them before herself. It switches constantly, all depending on if she is feeling selfish that day or not. Medusa always has an opinion about everything, and isn't afraid to voice it, no matter how controversial it may seem. Medusa means good in life, though sometimes, negativity can get the best of her; she didn't come from the best of backgrounds. All her life, she was alone. Her mother abandoned her when she was only three moons old, and from that point on she had to fend for herself. Medusa was by no means weak, and was quite good at hunting, but the lack of a mother or father in her life proved to be detrimental to her health. Haughty, sarcastic, loyal, opinionated, and stubborn, Medusa is an interesting cat, and one would be able to knock her walls down if they truly meant goodwill. Dedicated to Devonei
NABORIS / SIMPLYLIGHT Naboris. Strikingly independent, yet filled with fearsome care for her family. Her personality is like a desert, dry and lonely. However, there is the occasional breeze that stirs the sands and brings life to her soul. She thirsts for the feeling of fullness, yet is met with confusion as the water doesn’t come. Devoted to Devonei, Naboris values law and order. The feeling of needing to be in control flows through her veins. However, a part of her longs to be free from order. She wants to have a carefree spirit like some of her other siblings, but she feels like she is responsible for keeping the order in their little family. Their mother, Tatri, has that adventurous spirit that she wishes she was born with. Her personality came from their father who left them out of embarrassment. He had an affair with Tatri while he was mates with another cat, which was bad for his reputation. Not realizing the effect it had on Naboris, her mother often told her she reminded her of him. She did not mean any harm, but the young cat took it to heart. Her long, wiry body also came from her father. Her coat is also like the desert, dusty brown with streaks of darker color mixed in. Her eyes are a sharp shade of amber and usually narrowed with irritation. Underneath that harsh exterior, there is a heart that longs to smile and play like a kit. Sometimes, this part of her will peek through just like the breeze mentioned before. Naboris' siblings are Ruta, Medoh, and Rudania. Dedicated to Devonei
PAINTEDPAW constellation / OCEANIX mentored by ashley Paintedconstellation inherited the unique Devon Rex beauty that belonged to her mother Paintedturtle. She likes to think that she named in honor of her mother's name and not the swirling mess of calico pattern. Other traits she inherited from her mother and her grandfather Timefragment include her bright dazzling green eyes and large oversized ears. Dedicated to Cauil
RANGER / HONEYSTORM mentored by arthur He would be considered tiny even if he was a she-cat, hardly larger than a newly made apprentice. He has always been dwarfed by everyone he meets, even most apprentices. Ranger looks almost like a fluffy little kitten. Yet his fur adds to his youthful look, it is ridiculously curly as he has obvious laperm heritage. His narrow face is covered in medium blue grey fur, a color that repeats in a lighter shade on his ears, legs/feet, and tail. A dull grey is lightly dusted across his shoulders, back, and hind quarters. His dark nose is right between two sets of curly white whiskers. His eyes lighten up his look with their bright teal color and accented with darker flecks around his iris. Ranger is just as sweet and kitten-like as his appearance. The little tom is extremely friendly and never misses a chance to talk to someone. Ranger is an adventurous thing who even though he can go where he pleases, still likes to explore the territory he grew up in. He was found in BrookClan by an Glaniur, a tom who had been in and out of the clan. Ranger has two sisters and two brothers, he is the smallest out of all of them unsurprisingly. Growing up in BrookClan was a blessing to the abadoned kit and given him a fantastic chance at life. Dedicated to ?
RUTA / UNIQCRIM A gorgeous brown tabby she-cat with eyes like a pool of clean water. Ruta is an elegant and graceful she-cat, carry the wisdom and words of a million years with her. Ruta sees the world in black and white in terms of good and evil and there is very little grey area. Her mother is Tatri and her father is unknown. Dedicated to Marli
SEVILIN / SIMPLYLIGHT royal through sterling bloodline | mentored by changeling Lawful by nature, yet a bit of a flirt, Sevilin is an interesting character to come across. His dedication to Devonei is a bit out of spite more than true. He was assigned that god at birth, but he wonders if something went wrong. He flirts with the thought of rebelling against his chosen deity, but always returns to Devonei's paw. Truthfully, nothing pleases Sevilin more than the chaos of order and control. To be in control meant to have power over something. Perhaps it could be because of his mother's suicide, but the brown tabby's greatest desire is to have dominion of life. Perhaps that is why his devotion to Devonei is full of tension. He loves the power of destruction as much as his god. His warm, delightful brown eyes are deceiving. They come off as heroic and respectful, yet they wait like wolves for their victim to fall prone. He is not quite evil, but merely a glutton of control. He loves to have the whims of others under his paws. Perhaps he is even a bit lazy by default? He thrives from order, but insists on having others create it for him. Dedicated to Devonei
SPICEPAW bloom / IAN mentored by halsey A pale ginger tom, one of the many kittens adopted into the Smallfire and Midnightcomet group. He is a soft pelted tom with amber eyes that always look rather amused with the rest of the world. He is the kind of cat that likes to bend rules, but doesn't necessarily break them. He isn't rebellious, persay, nor does he outwardly cause trouble, but the cat is known to make things entertaining for at least himself. Unfortunately for others, he tendsOne to bring them along for the ride. Spicebloom can be a rather sassy cat,one who is probably ready to throw paws at all times, but you know, it happens. Dedicated to Tiveronah
SORSHA / SINFUL A fiery ginger she-cat with blue eyes. A soldier who defies the odds. A romantic underneath the bravado of a female who won’t be held back by the judgments of others. Daughter of Kaiya and Willow. Sister of Madmartigan, Raziel and Bavmorda. Dedicated to Marli
SUNRISEPAW mosaic / PAOGIRL18 mentored by sasha Being named after a deceased loved one usually sets that cat up for failure as everyone expects you to act just as they had. Sunrisemosaic has never felt that pressure. She understood that her Aunt Sunrise died young as a kit due to a sickness and that she carried her name to honor the cat she never got to know. Sunrisemosaic finds it honorable to be able to carry her name and live up to it, not as a burden but out of respect for those who have passed in her family. It has seemed that a part of her family has always carried a prefix related to the sun in there name in some way and she is honored to be the one to accept that title just as she is sure that her aunt Sunrise, grandmother Sun and great-aunt Solar had before her. This orange and black tortoiseshell she-cat holds her head high in ambitious form, her ears alert and green eyes wide to the world around her. She never lets a moment escape her. Sunrisemosaic takes everything in stride, boldly facing the day just as the sun does every time it rises. She does not hesitate in her words, shows no ear wither actions, and stays true to what she believes.Sunrisemosiac knows the planets, stars and constellations just as her father and grandfather before her. Holds this knowledge in a light all it's own. For how she worships the stars and sun, admires and respects them, you'd think she belonged in SunClan. But she has found her home here in BrookClan, even if she holds StarClan to the same light as she does the stars, planets and the sun. She believes that every cat is a star just as she has learned StarClan is the starry sky above. But the sun is jus as powerful as StarClan. It brings light to the world in the day where the stars, planets and moon bring light to the night. She holds faithful to her beliefs and that it is in them that she will find guidance in tough times. Sunrisemosaic is not quiet like the stars, but loud like the sun. Shining all over the territory in the beam of those around her. She finds happiness easily, and stays as optimistic as she can in any situation. Her life is constantly called to the horizon, to see what's out there but to know when she began. In many was she is like the sun she is named for. She has risen in the west and will fall in the east, bring joy in her time on this land. Dedicated to Marli
URIEL / BLANKSLATE mentored by ? Twin brother to Gabriel, and Raphael. Comparatively leaner than his siblings Uriel looks small next to them, despite standing the same height. Lacking the presence and confidence they hold. With their fathers disappearance and their move to Brookclan the tom lost something he never quite managed to get back. Now a proverbial wall flower compared to Gabriel and Raphael. A stunning pure white tom with long legs and silky fur; baby blue eyes reminiscent of the summer sky on a clear day. He is deeply dedicated to his brothers and mother Lilith. Putting a heavy value on family which lines up well with Brookclan's system of bloodlines. Nervous and shy he never approaches others as how they assume he would. He does not hold his head but instead hangs it nervously. He does not stride but instead steps in stutters; constantly thinking of turning back. A pure star among a dark sky he just needs someone to help build him up again. Dedicated to Cauil
VITANI / SINFUL mentored by ? Slender dark peach she-cat with a tuft of longer hair on top of her head, ears striped and eyes rounded with black, violet-blue eyes. Somewhat of a tomboy. Loyal to her mother, tough, prickly. Sardonic & sly. Genuinely cares for and loves Kovu. Sister of Nuka. Adopted sister to Kovu. Dedicated to Cauil
THE DAMY
HALSEY / SINFUL mother of gemini, aquarius, capricorn & sagittarius A white she-cat with faded brown patches as if she was splashed with mud water. Biological sister to Ashley. She's impulsive, compulsive and fixates on things and people. Dedicated to Marli
KAIYA / SINFUL mother of bavmorda, madmartigan, raziel & sorsha A cream-blonde munchkin with brown and blue eyes. She loves her children dearly and wants to see them safe from harm. Dedicated to Marli
LILITH / BLANKSLATE mother of ? A jaw dropping beauty and heart stopping wicked. Lilith is a she-cat who was born wrong, twisted in self from the moment she took her first breaths. Though she played devil in disguise and it was a long time before her birth family realized what they had within their midst. Murdering her brother in cold blood simply because she desired to see what would happen. Unable to lie herself out of that one she was chased out from her birth home and struck out on her own. She fell for a tom who seemed a perfect mixture of grace, patience, and forgiving while still being a formidable fighter. They had grave differences but Lilith and he worked through them, or more he was patient enough with her that they could come to compromises on their disagreements. But even this was ruined by the rotten core inside Lilith. Leaving her to leave the paradise the two had brought and head to Brookclan. Dedicated to Tiveronah
THE PODAROKS
GEMINI / PRIMORDIALHAZE Maybe it was how she was raised. Maybe it was the fact that her whole life the fact that her father, Declan the ex high priest, was put to trial for having her and her siblings. Maybe it was the way her mother, Halsey, seemed to be there physically but never there emotionally. Was she loved or wasn't she? Was she a mistake or was she supposed to be there? Gemini, no matter how old she gets seems to never be able to come to terms. All she is sure of is that she loves her siblings, and she loves her parents. Gemini has one blue eyes like her fathers and one amber eye like her mothers. Her pelt is flawless white like her fathers white angora fur. While her father was royalty by promotion she did not earn the same as his daughter. From the day of her birth it seemed the entirety of the royal bloodlines were against her just for who she was. She trusts no one and refuses to let herself fall in love for fear of rejection or betrayal. Gemini has no friends. And she is dedicated to make up for her unfortunate beginnings by becoming the best she can be. Dedicated to Cauil
LUCIFER / BLANKSLATE A black sheep in the family, Lucifer remembers their father the most of his mother Liliths second litter and aims to be like him. Not wanting to let the memory die. Believing that surely their father must have been a great cat for his older brothers to mourn him so. But in trying to become his father he is twisting the memories and becoming a demented version of him. A nice mix of his devious mother and pristine father. Pushing boundaries and constantly speaking out where it would be better to hold his tongue. He challenges the status quo and is deeply about punishing others wrongs. So much so it leaves a sour taste in others mouths. Younger brother to Gabriel, Uriel, and Raphael. Littermate to Asteroth, Serapheil, Razeil, and Vercheil. Dedicated to Devonei
