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Like most cats in their ragtag family, Heathersong is small of stature and timid at first blush. The she-cat's form is diminutive, hardly any larger than the average clan apprentice, and so when faced with the choice of joining a clan that wouldn't focus on preparing for the next war but rather just surviving and coexisting with one another in harmony with nature, she leaped at the chance. Her old clan, FallClan, still holds fond memories for her, and whenever SwiftClan passes by their borders, she strains to catch a glimpse of an old clanmate, but does not let this nostalgia hold her back. No, after joining the nomads of SwiftClan, she fell easily into sync with their eccentric way of life, enjoying the surprise and pleasure of finding an especially neat or safe place to make their camp for the season. It always makes her smile to see more and more nests appear in their camp as the season wears on, glad to know that others find solace in their clan as she does. Her easygoing nature extends to her love life as well, as she much prefers to enjoy the pleasure of life rather than commit her heart and loyalty to one cat for her whole life. Even outside of romantic instances, she is a very physically affectionate cat, frequently rubbing her tail over another as she passes or licking a kit or apprentice's head. This is as much to reassure herself as it is to reassure others that they are there, together, safe. Her dark sapphire eyes often sparkle with mirth and her cream coat is dappled with browns, oranges, and reds as if the world itself couldn't decide what color to paint her and so instead simply put a bit of everything. She is slow to anger and quick to forgive, but has a very serious side when it comes to protecting her family and her way of life.
❝ PLOT TRACKER & RELATIONSHIPS ❞
IF LIFE'S A SONG LET'S ON SING ALONG —heathersong, luckykit, and shatteredshine all play around in camp — roleplayed by Cleaver — link to thread
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❝ MISTRALSTRIKE ❞
RANK: medicine cat apprentice GENDER: female — AGE: six moons MATE/CRUSH: none PLOTS? open!
What does a cat that ate the canary exactly look like? Perhaps, something akin to Mistralstrike. The corner of her mouth is perpetually turned up in a half-smile, her eyes always have a glint of mischief, her tail flicking just too much. Mistralstrike is, much like her name, a storm that blows in and brings with it much chaos, but also much beauty. Named for the cold leaf-bare storms like the one she had been found in, the she-cat is not frigid like one much assume but instead coy and reserved, always observing but rarely interacting. This attitude lends itself to her perception as an arrogant or rude she-cat, but that is not the case. She simply prefers to watch and wait for the perfect opportunity to pounce. Her siblings were found alongside her in SwiftClan's leaf-bare territory by Heathersong, a she-cat she adopted as her mother. Her siblings, Flurryshake, Tempestsky, Galestep, and Vortexsong are all her dearest friends no matter what kind of scuffles or arguments they get into. She knows, that if push comes to shove, they will have each other's back. She has never known anything but SwiftClan, one of the few cats that can boast such a claim, but because of this she has a creeping sense of curiosity about what the rest of the world might be like. She hears that other clans do things entirely differently like learn how to fight or dig - dig! What kind of cat needs to dig? Her curiosity is one of the few things that can force her to shed her mien of dispassionate observation, though it often leads to her leaping head-first into trouble, heedless of the consequences.
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THERE'S TROUBLE IN THE AIR — her kitting thread in which she is found by heathersong — link to thread
SEASONS COME SEASONS GO — mistralkit and fastkit contemplate what real hunger and anxiety feel like for the first time — roleplayed by Cyanide — link to thread
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As one of the first kits in the newly formed clan, one might consider Tempestsky lucky, but she certainly doesn't. After all, she isn't truly a SwiftClan cat by blood, not really. She's simply the refuse someone didn't want, left to die in a hollow log with her siblings one cold leaf-bare day. If it hadn't been for her adopted mother Heathersong, she would have died that day, and no one in the world would have known or cared. Her rescue was a blessing and a curse. The love she feels for her mother and littermates is unbounded, but there is a core of burning rage in her soul that she can't smother, no matter how hard she tries. This comes out as a cynical attitude, tendency towards isolation, and difficult relationship with her clanmates. Still, she is loyal to the clan that rescued her, and cherished her family above all else. She is sometimes annoyed by her siblings' careless, happy-go-lucky attitude, but tries to keep them in line as best as she can. As the firstborn, it's her responsibility, after all. She envies Mistralstrike for being promoted to medicine cat apprentice while she remained a kit, but eventually came to terms with it and is close to her younger sister. She has vowed to herself that she will find the monster responsible for her abandonment and give to her what she has coming.
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THERE'S TROUBLE IN THE AIR — her kitting thread in which she is found by heathersong — link to thread
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'Cause you're a villainous thing / And we can't have you living a lie
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Post by eventide on Feb 7, 2020 18:24:44 GMT -5
F a l l • C l a n loyal • honorable • graceful
❝ VOIDSEEKER ❞
RANK: warrior GENDER: female — AGE: twenty-two moons MATE/CRUSH: none PLOTS? currently in talks with hystericstar about helping out the clan more.
What is it like to strive for perfection? Not perfection in the eyes of an over-critical mother or in the color of one's pelt, but perfection of soul? To seek that goal which every cat struggles towards, whether they know it or not? Though she won't be able to give you a full answer, try asking Voidseeker. The gray-brown tabby she-cat might seem like a font of infinite wisdom to some, but she will be the first to tell you that she doesn't know very much at all in the grand scheme of things. Her mother gave her the somewhat ominous name of Voidkit when she was delivered, not crying like her siblings but laying there, perfectly content as the medicine cat tended to the other kits first. She seemed like a blank spot in the world to her mother, undemanding and guileless. Some may assume the name was given in hatred, but quite the opposite. Her mother appreciated Voidkit immensely, often using the she-kit's ascetic nature to care for the other, more demanding kits first. In Voidkit her mother saw a freebie, a kit she didn't have to worry about and could depend upon to help her with the kits. This may have worked to her mother's benefit, but it was also a truly formative experience for the young Voidkit. She learned that she could provide the most happiness by serving as a vessel for help. She allows StarClan to work through her by making herself available to any in need, so long as her help with please them and help make their lives easier. This self-sacrificing trait was picked up young by Voidseeker, but became one of her defining characteristics. The clan soon came to understand that if they needed help or found themselves behind on their work they could turn to Voidseeker. She never said no, never complained, and always left them with a smile. Some began to abuse Voidseeker's nature and found ways to push their work off onto her, leading to her returning, exhausted, to her nest only hours before the sun rose in order to do it all again. Still, she said nothing and instead put her head down and worked doubly as hard to ensure the job was done correctly. Eventually, like she knew it would, her unwillingness to break and give them the meltdown they expected caused guilt to sink in, and before the end of the moon those that sought to abuse her kindness were instead helping her with her chores instead. This is really the crux of who Voidseeker is. Hardworking, allocentric, and above all, patient. Because she understands that growing into the best version of one's self doesn't happen overnight, but takes many moons of nurturing and tending to before the seed will sprout. Her voice is soft, unassuming, and often utilized by the queens of the clan to sing lullabies to put the kits to sleep. The moons spent visiting with the clan's elders have filled her with FallClan's rich history, allowing her to serve as a resource for leaders and others who would like information about how the clan had functioned in the past. Though somewhat average as a hunter and a fighter, her determination to always do the best that she can has led her to practice enough that her skills are quite advanced for a warrior her age. However, like every cat in the entire world, Voidseeker is not just made of good. To every yang there must also be a yin. With this pure-hearted desire to help her clanmates succeed comes a somewhat domineering side that she often likes to keep hidden. As an expert in many somewhat niche areas, she expects her advice to be heeded, so when a cat might challenge or criticize her suggestion, she may respond sharply or leave them to fail and come back to her, repentant. Her protective nature also leads her to become suspicious of outsider clans and cats, not always trusting that they too have the best interests of the clan at heart. This may come off at first as close-minded, it comes from a place of deep love for her clan. Still, it is a bad habit she consciously seeks to break every time she finds a stray thought wandering towards it. She is of a fairly average size for a she-cat, with enough muscle to carry her on long journeys or use in tough fights. Her light gray fur is always neatly groomed, as she believes that outward appearances belay inward serenity. She might not be especially spectacular to look at, indeed appearing entirely average outwardly at first, her eyes are a startlingly bright teal. Many find her direct gaze to be almost disconcerting to hold, and it is no surprise why. Voidseeker reads other cats as one might read a story, thoroughly and reflexively. She tends to catch the smallest tell, from a flick of the ear to the wince of an eye. Her perceptiveness if what allows her to help her clanmates to find the problems they face and tackle them head on, but like her willingness to help, it can often be a little off-putting to those unaccustomed to her nature. Nevertheless, those that get to know and understand appreciate that she is a once-in-a-generation cat that truly believes the best of her clan and her clanmates, and can truthfully be said to always, always put her clanmates first.
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Her presence is easy to miss, but once you catch sight of her face it is burned into your memory. Palestep is a diminutive she-cat with milky olive eyes and a gray nose. Her pelt is a burnt cream color with a large gray splotch covering her back and hindquarters. She was a quiet kit, a studious apprentice, and is a diligent nursery aid. Her quiet voice is the soothing sound needed for many overwhelmed or pained queens to help them through a difficult time, and her kind, patient nature makes her a natural fit to watch over and teach the clan's kits. Her heart yearns for companionship, a soulmate, a family, but her shyness make it hard for others to get close to her heart. Caring to all she comes into contact with, it would be hard to find a cat that doesn't like Palestep. Her progression into nursery aid wasn't always planned; after a difficult illness as a kit, she lost most of her vision and can only see things that are quiet close to her with any clarify. The further away you get, the fuzzier her vision grows. This makes venturing out of camp quite dangerous so she tends to stay in camp with the kits despite a desperate desire to see their territory for herself. Still, wanting to keep from being a burden to others, she never asks anyone to go with her and stays in the nursery most of the time. Palestep is a she-cat with dreams as great as the massive oak in their territory, but held back by misfortune and insecurity, she fears she will never be able to reach them.
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WHAT A FOOL I AM — palestep ventures into the territory only to sprain her paw and meet the infamous glowstar — roleplayed by @ ifaith & lavellan— link to thread
hate me while i'm gone — palestep meets suspendedillusion and finds a new friend? — roleplayed by @ circle — link to thread
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Her fur color blends better with the swaying fields of amber wheat in DayClan than the dark greenery of FallClan's evergreen trees, but Meadowlark will argue that her pelt fits in just fine during leaf-fall, thank you very much. Though she doesn't always jump into conversations right away, Meadowlark could never be accused of being an introvert. The golden-tabby she-cat's olive eyes light up in excitement at the littlest thing, from a neat leaf to a cool new type of salamander. Her form is small, but not overly so and though she isn't muscular she more than makes up for it through her nimble dexterity. More a hunter than a fighter, Meadowlark can still hold her own in spars or border disputes. She considers herself lucky to not have known a hard war, but remains vigilant that she might protect her clan should the time come. Though vivacious and bubbly, she is prone to bouts of melancholy from time to time, and has been known to lapse entirely into silence when out hunting alone, taking the time to turn introspective. She often comes off as empty-headed to her clanmates and those that don't know her well, but Meadowlark is a tactical cat that never fails to find a witty retort or stinging comeback if the conversation turns teasing.
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A WILDERNESS YOU KINDA MISS — meadowlark and silverspectre get to know one another and begin their relationship— roleplayed by achromatic — link to thread
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Bright, viridian eyes and a deep, Russian-blue pelt are Kiwisplash's signature looks, and the she-cat knows it. Born to FallClan parents and raised happily with her siblings, Kiwisplash has known only happiness in her life. Her biggest problems revolve around getting the softest nest or finding the cutest tom to date, so her worldview is slightly...slanted. Carefree and naive, she doesn't really understand the troubles the other clans face or why there is fighting between them. Her ignorance about the ways of the world often lead her to breaking the warrior code more often than not by visiting friends in other clans, hunting on their territory, or exploring the forest on her own. So far, it seems that StarClan has watched out for her, but her escapades might not end so happily in the future...
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DO YOU LIKE PIÑA COLADAS? — kiwi's kitting thread — link to thread
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Limbo. Purgatory. Twilight. Dusk. Living. Dead. The Cusp. Born under a Reed Moon, it should not come as any surprise that Wisp seems to transcend the permeable border between the two worlds as easily as one might step left instead of right. Her mottled pelt looks like the forest floor bathed in moonlight and moves like a shadow, serpentine and fluid as the river that cuts their territory in half. The she-cat was found in the territory as a kit under the pale gaze of the Reed Moon, alone with no trace of any other cat anywhere nearby. Truthfully, it seemed an omen, though the cats that found her couldn't decide if it was a good one or a bad one. Raised as a MoonClan follower through and through, Wisp kept the ephemeral name as a testament to her origins and wears it with pride despite her other clanmates bearing a full warrior name. The she-cat doesn't sleep often and can be found wandering the moors under the red light of a rising sun. She never says why she doesn't sleep, though some believe it may have to due with her thrashing night terrors that plague her when she is found in her nest at camp. She is a withdrawn, serious cat that doesn't have much patience for silliness or games, and prefers to ensure the clan's good standing with the Goddess Selene over any petty mortal squabbles that might plague the clan. She is not a stranger to drawing blood, but prefers diplomacy as a first attempt since it breeds fewer grudges in the long run. A strange looking cat and an ever stranger soul, Wisp takes some getting used to, as unnerving as her presence often is. Still, those who make the effort find a stalwart friend and protector.
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DREAMS ARE SWEET, UNTIL THEY'RE NOT — description — roleplayed by @ — link to thread
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❝ CINDERWRAITH ❞
RANK: follower GENDER: female — AGE: sixteen moons MATE/CRUSH: no one yet! PLOTS? open!
Born under the Alder Moon, Cinderwraith was destined to walk with her ancestors, know those past MoonClan cats as well as she knows her clanmates. This has always been a blessing in her eyes, having the chance to learn the wisdom and stories of those long past of this world, yet her sister Wisp - born of another litter - sees her similar gifts as a punishment from Selene. Perhaps the difference in the Alder and Reed Moons is simply that big, but Cinderwraith thinks it's her sister's stubborn nature that makes her resist the gift so strongly. Regardless, the black and white she-cat strides through the moonlit forests of MoonClan with pride, waving hello to wandering spirits that her clanmates can't - or won't - see. Her body is cloaked in an ebony as dark as the night sky, illuminated with whit splotches that the passing observer can't help but see as twinkling stars. Her paws are white with black splotches, inverting her color palate in a way that makes it seem as though the she-cat tried to scrub the black from her pelt and failed. Her eyes are a bright viridian, shining like beacons as she attempts to learn everything, see everything the world has to offer. Happy and carefree, the she-cat is only bothered when those she cares about feel down or scared. When that happens, she does everything in her power to help them out, letting nothing stop her until a solution has been found. Her piety in the Moon Goddess Selene is unmatched. She can be found each moonrise and moonset in deep, contemplative prayer, talking softly under her breath as though addressing an old friend. She is firm in her belief, yes, but does not share the animosity much of her clan does about SunClan, wishing instead she could help mend the tear between their two families. Though she was born an outsider to the clan like her older sister Wisp, Cinderwraith dove head-first into clan life regardless of her clanmate's animosity, rooting her way into their hearts until they thought of her as the younger sister they'd always had. Wisp, however, had withdrawn and become cold. This made her Cinderwraith's number one project to work on; after all, she could never truly feel at home until her sister felt at home too. She sometimes wondered who her parents were and why, on two different occasions they decided to abandon their kits to rely on Selene's mercy to be kept alive, but often times just writes it off as a blessing is disguise and continues on with her life.
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❝ STRAWBERRYBLISS ❞
RANK: youth GENDER: female — AGE: two moons MATE/CRUSH: no one yet! PLOTS? open!
Though her life began under the nurturing light of a Hawthorn Moon, Strawberrybliss' fate isn't one of entirely joyful tidings. Sister to Peartree, Blackberryfrost, Plumpudding, Apricotblossom, and Briarrose, she had a loving family from birth. Being one of the chosen kits born to MoonClan and dedicated to their goddess Selene, she believes herself blessed to follow her teachings of balance and order, and is more devout than most, but not as fanatical as some. Instead, she spends most of her time trolling around the territory looking for adventures to take and mysteries to solve. Her personality is happy-go-lucky, but her inability to take things seriously can sometimes annoy her friends and family. Despite this, her heart is in the right place and when push comes to shove, her decisions are always made with those she cares for in mind. While she might be a loyal follower of Selene, she doesn't care for some of their traditions and pushes against the fierce animosity they hold against SunClan. This causes some bumping of heads which she promptly walks away from because conflict is not her specialty. Her appearance must be the reason behind her name, as when her eyes light up and her fur stands on end she looks every bit a strawberry. Pale ginger with bright blue eyes and a shaggy coat, she is easy to spot in a crowd - if her voice doesn't reach you first.
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Clear green eyes are perhaps the first thing you notice about Sanguinerose, the second being her long, flowing pelt and delicate ears. The she-cat is like a walking flame, lithe and limber as fire licking at the sky above. Her chest and paws are cream, and her form is generally quite small and unformed for combat. The she-cat's gaze is piercing, often times capable of drawing more than you meant to say out of you, but compassionate and kind nonetheless. Though a loyal and devout Sun God worshiper as any SunClan cat must be, she also finds solace in the security and love her family and clan provide her. She is always there with a quiet laugh or kind word, though to her chagrin her temper flares here and there, often when something or someone endangers or insults her loved ones. Others often joke that her temper matches her pelt - hot on top but, deep down, a gentle cat. She doesn't like hearing her clanmates belittle one another, but doesn't mind hearing them belittle outsiders very much. After all, she and her clanmates are the Sun's chosen cats, meaning that those outside of the clan weren't worthy of being blessed in the first place. Surely there's nothing wrong with poking fun at cats lesser than them? Regardless, she isn't much for gossip and grows tired of it quickly. Instead, she loves to listen whenever she gets the chance to hear the Janus speak, relishing any snippets of their illustrious history she can.
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DREAMS ARE SWEET, UNTIL THEY'RE NOT — description — roleplayed by @ — link to thread
A BLESSING IN DISGUISE — her kits are finally born! and a couple extra join the family— roleplayed by @ — link to thread
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Born to a doting mother in a clan that worships their pureblooded kits, Berryblush was spoiled from birth. Though this didn't make her haughty or stuck up, it did result in her complete naivety when it came to any ills the world might offer. The she-cat is almost a spitting image of her mother with her creamy golden pelt and light blue eyes, though her personality is much more gentle and less prickly. She adores her siblings and mother, and though Mousekit and Earthkit look different from herself and her other siblings, she loves them just as much. She had an adventurous streak, but often times lets her siblings take the lead. She loves playing in the sun's warm rays, but doesn't adhere to their religion so much as their mother. She believes in passing and goes through the motions, but her faith isn't a large part of her life and takes up very little space in her mind.
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A BLESSING IN DISGUISE — her kitting thread — roleplayed by @ — link to thread
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When their exulted ancestors went to form Peonymist, they spared no detail. Her face is delicate and round, with long whiskers and a soft pink nose. Her eyes are lean towards saffron with a dash of sage, and her ears are dark tufts of ebony. Her body seems to have been rolled through all of the newleaf flowers until it gathered every color in the meadow, though bold crimsons, soft creams, and deep charcoal are most dominant. Peonymist seemed to be the most perfectly crafted work of art in all creation...until her birth. It was a difficult birth, hers. Her mother labored for almost a full day to bring her and her into the world. When the time came for the gods to give up their precious possession, they grew greedy and didn't want to give her up. Through her mother's sheer will, Peonymist was born into SpringClan. In their ire, the gods punished Peonymist, determined that if they can't have her beauty all to themselves, then no one should have it. Her hind leg was permanently crippled when it lost blood flow during the birthing, and if that wasn't enough, her mother died shortly afterwards, leaving her with no one in the world but herself - not even littermates. Alone, unable to even run and play with the other kits her age, Peonymist felt ever the outsider. Her personality wasn't unlike her appearance - beautiful, but for one flaw. Rather than let others shun her, she shunned them first. Rather than let others insult her, she insulted them first. This became a vicious cycle, where the others grew to dislike the temperamental, withdrawn she-cat. And so she successfully isolated herself in a clan full of kind-hearted cats. Still, Peonymist isn't entirely without kindness. She is known to be gentle and patient with the kits, and indulgent with the story tellers when they rope her in for yet another tale of moons gone by. She really has nothing else to do, to tell the truth. Her warrior training wasn't traditional, as she can't hunt or fight like the other warriors. Her balance is too off, and her poor mentality served as the ultimate handicap. Because of this, she was granted her warrior name but expected to stay in camp and help as needed - a perpetual apprentice trapped in a warrior's body. She resents the beautiful imprisonment, loathing the smiling, laughing faces of cats as they come into camp fragrant with wildflowers and sunshine. To get through to Peonymist one has to be hardheaded -- even more so than she is. They have to be determined, and they have to truly care. Her heart is so carefully guarded that it would take a small militia to get in, but once there you'll see why the security measures are worth it.
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SPRING INTO THE FUTURE — peonymist goes about cleaning camp...with some problems— roleplayed by @ — link to thread
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With the body of a dancing flame and a personality to match, Cherrydrop can be a bit of a pawful. Her amber eyes spark with mirth and mischief more often than not, and though her heart is in the right place her shenanigans get her in trouble more often than not. Her skills lie in dexterity and stealth, as her small form allows her to slip unseen through the tall grasses of their territory. She far prefers hunting to battling. If she had her way she would lounge around camp all day in the sun, sharing tongues and stories with her clanmates until the moon was high in the sky. Still, she is a loyal cat at heart and will do whatever her clan needs in order to prosper.
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THREAD TITLE — description — roleplayed by @ — link to thread
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She is celestial and she is grace. Heavenly white fur with pale hazel eyes. Her fur feathers outward and in the sunlight almost makes it look like she is surround by a halo of light. She is average in height and graceful on her feet. She has a gentle and soothing nature and is motherly to all of her younger siblings and friends making many of them joke about her acting like their mom. She is the kind of cat that would drop everything to go cheer you up on a bad day. She constantly worries about and even nags her younger siblings. Asking them constantly if they got enough sleep, if they are eating, how are they doing on their training, and how are they doing in general. She most of the time puts others successes before her and most of the time ends up forgetting about her own happiness. She tries to be overly encouraging of Timorouskit because she knows he's the one that struggles the most. She even tries to bring the family together to celebrate when Timorouskit or any of them success at something. While she does try and parent Everlastingkit into making better life choices sometimes she is the one who is secretly encouraging the rule breaking. She is the closest to her brother Abidingkit and often confides her feelings and mental state to him when she is having a bad and stressful day. When it came to her apprenticeship she was average in her skills. [temp bio written by turtlenoir ]
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NEVER FADING FROM TIME — celestialkit and her siblings are born— roleplayed by @turtlenoir — link to thread
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Run, run, run. Fleet paws fly over moors and plains until everything becomes a blur of black and white and gray and the only thing she can trust is that, in this moment, she is real. Arcadia is a she-cat of the sky, of the wind and the the wyrd. Her path may have been carved for her at birth, but her mind runs a mile a minute and she follows nothing unless she chooses to. Independent and wild, she bucks under authority and shuns rules, instead listening to her heart to guide her. Small and lithe, the she-cat can run for miles and not tire, relishing the feel of air on her face and wind in her fur. The sky lives in her eyes and the moon in her heart. She has a smart mouth but kind heart, and more often than not gets into trouble for failing to put her words in the right way. Without the guidance of the Regime, she would have run feral moons ago, yet even still there is something inextricably savage about her that makes predators and allies both think twice before taking her on.
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THE STRENGTH OF THE WOLF IS THE PACK — cadet arcadia takes it upon herself to train the regime's cadets to hunt so they don't all starve to death — roleplayed by Honeystorm — here
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"Was it a vision, or a waking dream? / Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?" -- Keats To fly above the earth, free of responsibility and the burdens of daily life. To soar through the clouds, shaking off fear and uncertainty until all that is left is the pure clarity of the soul. Captive to her own insecurities yet ruled by no one, Philomela is a she-cat of many facets, both legion and alone. Her mind wanders across all of creation, dallying only briefly before leaving to revel in the freedom of life once again. Simultaneously wise and yet so very naive, this songbird is quite confusing to some, causing them to find her off putting or abhorrent. Still, she pushed on, taking pleasure in the smaller parts of life. Her beauty is not like her sister Kallistrate's. Instead of ethereal and otherworldly, its beauty is due to its very organic and earthbound nature. Her pelt is her mother's, a rich chestnut of varying shades and hues, all combining into a glimpse into the very earth's core. Her eyes are her father's, dark, amber, and thoughtful. She is not quiet, but does not speak needlessly. Instead, she speaks when the mood strikes her, tending to draw together inspiration from her surrounding to fashion simple poems or observations on nature. Her love for the natural world is ceaseless, and if you spend any time with you you'll see that.
War spares no man. In its wake rides death, claiming the lost souls of those caught up in the passions of battle. Flame climb high into the sky, licking the clouds, while shovels dig deep into the earth, returning ash to ash and dust to dust. Once the smoke clears, new life springs forth from the ashes, pushing out of scorched and scarred land to cover the hills in grass. Two sides of coin - good and bad. Life and death. Creation and destruction. For the Gods, a differentiation so subtle can be easily overlooked. Within this enigma is where Kallistrate makes her home. She is the commander leading the charge and the priest burying the dead. The hungry flame and sated earth. Her beauty is ephemeral and exquisite. A star visiting from the heavens, she is cloaked in fur the color of spun gold. On this celestial palate are stripes of a slightly darker shade, closer to an orange. Her eyes are the shade of new growth, bright and viridian. Her love for her family is incomparable to anything else in the mortal realm. To say she would die for one of them is an understatement. She would burn the world for them and never blink an eye. Like the gods, she has little concept of the difference between life and death when it comes to protecting those she loves, and will stop at nothing to see them safe.
RANK: tyke GENDER: male — AGE: three moons MATE/CRUSH: none PLOTS? open! Most cats rightfully fear and reject death, but not Callistus. Don't make any mistake - he is no psychopath to relish pain and suffering. No, in fact, he is quite the opposite. He is a true believer in the restful repose of the dead, their sacred right to transition into the next phase of their life peacefully and with no pain or fear. Callistus is a strange tom, no doubt. Many shy away from him due to his morbid work, but he doesn't much care. Left with only the name and legacy his parents gave him, Callistus has sought to understand why the Blind Protector would take those dearest to him away while he was still but a kit. This is what sparked his interest in the afterlife and what ultimately called him down the path of Guider. He was no stranger to death by the time he became a full soldier, and though his skills as a healer were superb, he found his calling to be in administering hospice to those aging Veterans in Post Delta. He spends most of his time there, tending to the Veterans' various aches and pains and easing them into a painless death when the Blind Protector comes for them. Because of his dedication to the spiritual and physical wellfare of those much older than him, he spends little time with his family and doesn't really have any friends to speak of. This can be difficult for him occasionally due to the solitary, loss-filled life he leads, but the solace he finds in his work and the knowledge that the Blind Protector and his parents set this task before him helps to soothe the ache. Still, he loves his siblings dearly and spends the most time with them out of anyone outside of the Veterans, ensuring they're each doing well, eating enough, taking care of themselves, and the like. A brooding tom with a large heart and a fate tied inextricably to death is a lot for anyone to take on, but he hopes that someday he might find someone to love him as much as his parents loved each other.
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When your fate is planned for you from the moment you're born, what else is there to do but follow it? Born to two pious soldiers of the Regime, it's no surprise Callistus' name is shared by a two-leg saint, one known for his virtues and leadership. He became the rock of their family after his parents died, supporting the weight of his littermates without complaint or concern. He doesn't speak much, preferring actions to words, but knows that to truly lead he must be able to communicate effectively with those under his command. He is trusted as a soldier and respected as a friend; it's known that if you go on patrol with Callistus, you'll come back safe and sound. His voice low and rumbling, not unlike a rockslide, and can inspire fear in his enemies as easily as it can comfort his friends. His dedication is legendary, and to see him on a break or relaxing is uncommon, to say the least. Many look up to him as a pinnacle of service, someone they can follow and never have to think twice about what he might order them to do. His morals are firm and unyielding - to ask him to bend is to ask a mountain to move. Brother to Teresa, Margaret, Cecilia, Ambrose, and Ephrem, they have his love and affection above all others.
Suave, loyal, powerful, kind. Triumphantnight is a strange conundrum, an amalgamation of disparate parts forced together to become the unique tom he is. Born with a silky black pelt umarred with any other colors or patterns and a set of citrine eyes, he is certainly a looker. Even as a kit the tom was large in size, often mistaken for an apprentice on first look. Because of this, he was often treated as though he was much older, placing heavier responsibilities on him and forcing him to mature at a much faster rate. This was hard on the tom-kit at first, but he soon adjusted to the burden and began to shine, showing his talents in leadership and fighting. His long pelt obscures large muscles and powerful hind-legs - his is a body built for fighting. Though he may be large and frightening to behold at first, he is compassionate and helpful to his clanmates. He can often be found fetching special prey for the queens and elders, and even helping apprentices with their duties in his spare time. To those who don't know him, though outside of the clan, he is a nightmare made manifest. His powerful muscles make him a force to be reckoned with in battle, and his large form makes it easier to shake off opponents and help his clanmates.
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