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THESE KITTENS ARE ORPHANS THAT KERRIGAN WILL INEVITABLY GET ATTACHED TO BY COMPLETE ACCIDENT AND THEY WILL GIVE HER LOTS OF PROBLEMS LATER IN LIFE. EACH OF THESE CATS IS BASED ON A SONG, IN WHICH A SINGLE LYRIC IS POSTED AFTER THE BIO THAT I FEEL MOST IDENTIFIES WHAT I SEE THE CATS AS. FEEL FREE TO USE THE SONGS AS REFERENCE IN GENERAL. KNOTE THE PLOTLINES OF THE CHARACTERS. I EXPECT THESE TO BE FOLLOWED BECAUSE THESE KITTENS AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO KERRIGAN WILL LEAD TO CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT FOR KERRIGAN
TO CLAIM A KITTEN, POST A BIO IN A REPLY TO THIS THREAD. IF YOU CLAIM A KITTEN, A BIO MUST BE POSTED ON THE THREAD WITHIN TWENTY-FOUR HOURS NO EXCEPTIONS. IF A BIO IS NOT POSTED AND THE TWENTY-FOUR HOUR PERIOD IS OVER, THE CAT WILL BE REASSIGNED.
BECAUSE OF THIS MANNER OF ADOPTING KITTENS, YOU MAY BE PUT ON A WAITING LIST FOR A PARTICULAR KITTEN IF YOU SO DESIRE. JUST MAKE A NOTE OF THE DESIRE. IF A CAT IS DELETED BEFORE HIS OR HER ASSIGNED PLOT DEATH, THE KITTEN WILL BE ASSIGNED TO THE NEXT PERSON IN LINE FOR THE KITTEN. IF YOU ARE ON A WAITING LIST FOR A KITTEN OF THIS LITTER AND NEVER END UP GETTING ONE, YOU WILL GET FIRST DIBS ON LUA'S LITTER WHICH WILL ALSO BE CYD / ADOPTED BY KERRIGAN IF YOU DESIRE.
THESE KITTENS WILL BE CYD
PARADISE a small calico she-cat who is often daydreaming. she fantasizes about the idea of falling in love, perhaps too much. in her quest to find the one, many mistakenly view her as polyamourous. her strong desire for love also is accompanied by her romanticized idea of the utopia she wants to live in. she doesn't live in a perfect fantasy land, no matter what she tries to convince herself, and she would be the first to betray brookclan if that was required to create a paradisical reality in which she desires. "i've got better luck in my head." paradise by hayley kiyoko ; plot line- will get pregnant as a kadet to a tom outside of the clan. will be banished from brookclan because kerrigan doesn't have the heart to kill her - FIRST TO LEAVE / DIE ; DIES / LEAVES AS A KADET CLAIMED BY HONEYSTORM
RED a tom who has a mellow personality who tries his hardest to understand things that are not meant to be understood. he tries to tackle the bigger questions of life, including the purpose of his life. he is a lonely creature, one who desires to understand the world in a way that tends to isolate him from other cats. he also has a fascination with the stars. "there's more to life than me." the reddest lights by ciggarrettes and milk ; plotline - watches all of his sisters die / be banished, which creates a gaping hole in the tom's heart. despite kerrigan's attempts to be there for her adopted child, he takes his life because without his sisters, there seems to be no meaning to his life. FINAL CAT TO DIE. ; MAKES IT TO FULL ADULTHOOD CLAIMED BY ARCHERZ
ANTARCTICA a she-cat who's beautiful white fur and blue eyes is matched with an equally frozen personality. she is frigid to the touch, almost devoid of any positive emotions. her guard is up incredibly high; the only ones that she trusts are her siblings. she is borderline cruel in her nature, showing sadomasochistic qualities at times that are rooted in a desire to watch the world burn for all of the things it has done to her. everything she does is with a cold detachment, a scientist who's brutality toward others is nearly unmatched, even from a young age. "you were never so cold, i'll have you know." antarctica by the daydreamers ; plotline - her sadistic nature turns her to murder, first of a rogue but progressively she turns her anger to cats in brookclan. will be executed after she attempts to assassinate kerrigan -SECOND TO DIE ; CAN REACH CYD AGE BUT DOESN'T HAVE TO CLAIMED BY SAPPHIRE AT 11:22PM
LUA an absolutely beautiful she-cat with short pale brown fur that is marked by darker brown stripes and the occasional orange and white patches. her left eye is aqua and her right is amber. her eyes are rimmed with black. lua is a feline that attracts the attention of the more gruff crowds. she is impulsive and rash, one who is constantly in search of ways to live that would combat her sadness. this recklessness puts her in mortal danger. she is the most likely to end up in an abusive, manic-pixie-dream-girl relationship. "we might die from medication but we sure killed all the pain." lua by brighteyes ; plotline - depression/anxiety that is spawned from abusive significant other, will end up being beaten to death - THIRD TO DIE. MAKES IT TO DAMY AND HAS HER FIRST LITTER OF KITTENS BEFORE SHE DIES, WHICH WILL BE ADOPTED BY KERRIGAN AS WELL AS THEY WOULD BE TOO YOUNG TO REMEMBER THEIR BIOLOGICAL MOTHER. CLAIMED BY IAN
KITTENS WITH WAITING LISTS : ANTARTICA - PARADISE -
Red Roleplayed by archerz Fascination is an intriguing concept. It's pure obsession, something that overwhelms your time and your thoughts. For Red, his eyes are set towards the night sky, memorizing each and every star. With a dull orange-brown coat and blazing green eyes, Red is an outsider to Brookclan. Still, he was taken in by the Tsar, Kerrigan, giving him a status. Not that he cared much. Even as a kit, Red was determined to know that which was unknowable. He wants to know everything, but that pursuit often led him into dangerous and isolating situations. As much as he cares about his siblings, he tends to abandon them in the pursuit of said knowledge.
Post by Honeystorm on Sept 14, 2018 13:23:42 GMT -5
PARADISE -- HONEYSTORM
Have you ever imagined something so vividly in your head that it feels real? You can feel the warm sands and the smell the salty air, the breeze kisses your skin and you can see every minute detail of the shimmering waves beyond as they fade out into the horizon. This world of created reality is the one in which Paradise lives her days, fantasizing about love and romanticizing the idea of the utopia she hopes to one day live in. Her soulmate is out there, somewhere they're waiting patiently for her, for that fateful day they meet and everything falls perfectly into place. She is waiting for the day she can walk into the sunset with her flawless other half, for the day they can remake the world in their image, a place without fear or hunger. Paradise desires to live in a place where she can rule with a firm, but benevolent paw, a home where there are no secrets, no plots or politics, because there is no jealousy or greed. She searches ceaselessly for this fantasy world of her creation, where all evils have been driven out and only good remains. The sand darkens and fades to tall trees and the whispering breeze fades away to hushed chatter in your presence. The ocean becomes nothing more than a sea of pelts, and the sea salt air dissipates as though it never were. Paradise, no matter what images she conjures in her mind's eye, does not live in a utopia. Her perfect lover almost certainly doesn't exist, as the world itself is inherently flawed. A piece of her soul flakes away as reality returns and her heart aches to return to the flawless paradise. A calico cat, small and lithe, with a goddess' smile, iridescent eyes of sea green, and an innocent persona, yet one who loses just a little bit more of herself every day that she's forced to realize the paradisaical daydream doesn't exist. A ghost, always searching for what is just at her fingertips as she fades more with each step she takes. Outwardly, she's the heart breaker, the flirt, the "polyamorous" daughter of the Tsar, and the utter opposite of Antarctica with her almost overbearing optimism and borderline naivety. But inwardly, deep within the recesses of her mind, beyond the distance horizon, lies a little cage. It rattles and screams, until one day, the locked door will be shattered, releasing the malcontent contents out into the world beyond. Inside is all the feelings and thoughts that don't belong in her perfect world. Anger and hatred, fear and madness, manipulative tendencies and a willingness to betray all she knows, lie within, the last of all these the loudest in her mind by far. If it would bring her the utopia she desires, no friend, foe, or clanmate would be spared. No one will keep her from her paradise.
Edited Sept 14, 2018 13:24:26 GMT -5 By Honeystorm
Post by xx.sapphire on Sept 16, 2018 18:35:07 GMT -5
Antarctica by xx.sapphire
Now upon this unholy night, where the stars above aligned just right, a mistake conceived of ice and bone, would one day rise to oppose the throne.
The day her soul was born was indeed the day hell froze over, for after she procured from its fiery depths, the temperatures only continued to drop. Such words were spoken from the God of Chaos, Tiveronah herself, outlining the true disorder that would one day come from Antarctica and her siblings. Fur as white as snow, with shading around her ears, muzzle, and paws, contrasts starkly with the iciest of optics. She does not understand why she was born this way; isolated, calculating, and cruel. She didn't understand why she loved the pain of every frozen wound life burned her with. Perhaps it was because she was born to be a catalyst of a bigger plan, and this was the part she was needed to play. Perhaps it was because she had never received proper love from her biological parents. Cast off and alone in the world, Antarctica closed herself off from all except her siblings. If she were not worthy of the world's love, then how could the world expect her to love it back? Sometimes she believes she was born at the wrong time, in the wrong place. If things had aligned differently, would she hate the world a little less? Would she have built her walls a little lower, a little thinner? Would she have enjoyed the taste of blood a bit less? As a kitten, she was the unparalleled queen of ice. Having Kerrigan's favor will give your arrogance a boost; cats in the Monarchy did not cross her or her siblings for fear of the Tsar's disapproval. Perhaps this helped breed her desolate tendencies; she was different from other cats. As she aged, they avoided her, and she looked down upon them. Who were they to spit at her paws? It wasn't her fault that she was so above them that her paws were at their eye level. It started with a rogue -- a worthless life. It had been an accident; at least, this was how she used to justify it. The rogue had been trespassing, and then made the mistake of giving Antarctica attitude. The battle had gone a bit too far, Antarctica had been a bit too skilled ... Before she realized what she had done, the crimson blood of the rogue was pulsating from the carotid artery and painting her paws a lovely shade of red. The cries of agony, of terror, were music to her ears. The rogue died a slow and painful death, and Antarctica savored every minute of it. For the first time, her pristine white fur had been stained, and although she later washed her paws, her soul could never be cleansed.
Antarctica by xx.sapphire