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Post by BlackObsidian on Jul 15, 2020 10:27:00 GMT -5
Halor RolePlayed by BlackObsidian // ADULT Halor (pronounced hey•lore) is a fluffy pale ginger tom with bright yellow eyes. He is about as kind as it gets in the deadly twoleg place he lives in. He smiles at every cat, never uses sarcasm, he doesn't even mutter the slightest insult. Often cats think he's too soft but Halor thinks that you gotta be nice in this world. He was born and raised as a kittypet so he had a pretty boring life, most of the time. When he was a kit he tried to run away and live as a loner but his father found him and brought him back to their twoleg nest. When he was apprentice aged he got into a fight with some rogues and nearly died, if the huge brown dog hadn't come and scared the rogues away Halor would be gone. That was reason he decided to accept everything the way it was and to not fight with any cat ever again. Since that day his life was boring, sleep all day and eat some food at night. But one night his twolegs brought him to a pair of elderly twolegs and left him at the old twolegs' den. Halor's new twolegs were nicer than the ones he had before he came to this den and he got to play with twoleg kits at this den! Halor didn't think life could get any better until the elderly twolegs brought a pretty silver-blue shecat to the den. He later learned that the shecat's name was Sapphire and that she had been looking for a home for moons. Kittypet Group: The Lowrey family
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Post by CreativeFyre on Aug 11, 2020 15:58:23 GMT -5
HAMILTON 'HAMMY' roleplayed by SPECKLED_STARLIGHT "Hey there Mister, please don't hurt me." Is a common thought to pass through a cat's mind when looking up at this towering tom. A purebred Maine Coon, cast aside by the breeder as Hamilton wasn't the embodiment of perfection. A mountain of a tomcat with long and unruly brown tabby fur which adds even more girth to an already massive feline. A pair of sharp yellow eyes. Stumble across this tomcat by accident, his expression will be vague and perhaps even brooding. But when faced with another cat, his face lights up in the most contagious smile. Though Hamilton does know his way in a fight, he would take a peaceful transaction any day. A true vagabond at heart, Hamilton loves to travel and meet new faces. Growing up in a harsh world hasn't stopped Hamilton from looking for the silver lining in any dim situation. He avoids confrontations like the plague. But if Hamilton senses another feline is in need of help, he is not a cat to idoly sit back and watch. Hamilton believes that it's his duty to lend a helping paw any chance that he gets, even if it may end up biting him on the rump later down the road. Hamilton is his name by birth, though he prefers that his friends refer to him as Hammy. Loner
Post by CreativeFyre on Aug 13, 2020 14:11:01 GMT -5
DUCHESS ROSALIA HAWTHORN OF RAINY DRIVE / DUCHESS roleplayed by STARLIGHT Her blue/grey fur shines like silver. Distinguished by her heart-shaped head and huge luminous peridot green eyes. Large ears flared at the base of her skull, rounding at the tip and set high on her crown. Medium-length tail that tapers to a rounded tip. Her body is semi-cobby, and unusually heavy for its size. Duchess Rosalia Hawthorn of Rainy Drive is the perfect embodiment of a Korat. A purebred who'd been all over the world at cat shows. After a victorious run with many awards, her human's have decided to concentrate in the next generation of the breed. Which brings Duchess to the quaint boarders of the forest in a simple retirement home. She is extremely attached to her two legs and loves them more than anything. An intelligent feline who is smarter than she looks. However, she is extremely proud of her accomplishsments and extremely vain. She looks down on street cats or cats of a lesser breed. Duchess Rosalia Hawthorn of Rainy Drive is a very playful and energetic feline. However, she has never truly felt the sun on her pelt, or the wind or cold. She's never felt grass between her toes. Kittypet
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ROGUE roleplayed by STARLIGHT A scruffy orange tabby with yellow eyes. He has a ripped ear and a few other scares from brawling. For a Rogue, Rogue is a little more calculating than most. He'll think first than act later. He'll stop to help someone if he thinks there is something to be gained from it. He avoids unnecessary fights and injuries. But that doesn't mean that when the time comes, he cannot be brutal. rogue
Edited Aug 14, 2020 11:51:44 GMT -5 By CreativeFyre
Post by Flurryofstars on Aug 14, 2020 22:02:07 GMT -5
JACK roleplayed by Flurryofstars Limbs stiff with age, Jack’s still the same force to be reckoned with that he always was. For him, actions speak louder than words, and he’s not afraid to get his paws dirty. Especially when it comes to protecting his land and family. He can be a hard tom to approach, and everyone that knows him is afraid to disappoint him. He can be harsh, but behind it all, he’s just an old soul trying to enjoy life while he has it. Though his children may share their fair amount of resentment towards him, he’s better than he was in the past. After the death of his soulmate, Carla, he became a stricter parental figure and a poor father. Though he’s still haunted by her passing, he’s come to accept it in some ways. Now, though he knows he’ll never be the doting father his children wanted, he hopes to make it up to them. By keeping their gang’s land, he could one day pass it down to them as a safe place to build a family of their own. This dream has become his obsession and he’ll see it through or die trying. Jack has the marks of a once handsome tom but hardened with age. Although, there is still something desirable in his rugged nature and masculine physique. He has a sandy coat with dusty grey and black markings, and pale green eyes. Rogue Group: The Wranglers (Boss)
COLT roleplayed by Flurryofstars Highly loyal to his family and father, but nothing to show for it. Despite never doing anything for himself, he’s called selfish. When he takes a risk, he’s called a coward. His entire life has been this way and it’s left a mark. Colt’s highly intelligent and great with words, but he’s a desperate cat that can’t live a day without being brutally frustrated with the fact that he’s underappreciated and unloved. Even with the best intentions, he ends up disappointing those around him. His sister and him have an especially strained relationship. Ever since they were around ten moons old, she’s hated him with a passion. The reason is between her and Colt, but it’s no secret that she thinks he’s evil. He does everything in his power to prove her wrong, but his past mistakes haunt him and he’s easily manipulated into believing the worst of himself. Other than his ice-blue eyes, Colt shares no resemblance with his parents or siblings. With black fur and a slim figure, he’s the pretty boy among rugged toms. Rogue Group: The Wranglers
MUSTANG - roleplayed by blessmyskull The youngest of his siblings and physically the strongest, Mustang’s great at combat but his intelligence and strategy is a little lacking. Though he cares about his family and their well-being, he hates being a part of it with a passion. He’s his dad’s favorite, but he’s the hardest to control. Whenever their family ran into a problem, Mustang always ended up with blood on his claws and he has felt sick from it every time. He felt like he was becoming a monster then and he still feels it now, even though he’s always been in full control of himself. All he wants to do is find someone to settle down with and raise a family, but he’s worried that his demons come back to haunt him. Even though Mustang regularly rebels against his father and blames him for his hardships, he is still annoyingly loyal. Whenever his help is needed, Mustang always comes back one way or another. Even if that means starting his hated cycle all over again. He’s the spitting image of his father with pale green eyes, and sand colored fur with dusty grey and black markings Rogue Gang - The Wranglers
Bio: Hawkstorm is a handsome reddish brown tom, the ends of his fur tipped with a darker brown. His fur is somewhere between short and long, providing him with adequate protection from harsh weather. His eyes are a warm golden hue. He is a rogue cat, previously of Fallclan. Due to actions he claims to have no control over, he was forced to leave the clan life behind after the death of his apprentice. He had a kitty-pet mate named Paisley, a pretty orange tabby she-cat with whom he had planned to run away together. Paisley was due with kits in two weeks time when they tried to start their new life together. Tradgedy struck however, the kits being born early and complications paired with an unusally cold autmn night stole Paisley and two kits from Hawkfrost. One kit had survived however, and it pained him to know that the small kit would be dead soon unless he found a suitable home for her. He was forced to bring the kit back to his old clan, heartbroken to have to leave her, but knew she wouldn’t survive otherwise. He vowed to return to the forest in the future to see his daughter again. After many moons, accustomed now to rogue life, he returned to the area, hopeful that he would someday soon meet the she-cat his daughter had hopefully grown to become.
Rank: Rogue
Extended Backstory: Hawkstorm was a proud warrior of Fallclan, having just a moon ago been assigned his first apprentice. His apprentice, Briarpaw, was an odd one, but she was a bright and determined she-cat. Unbeknownst to Hawkstorm, the young she-cat harbored intense romantic feelings towards her mentor. Anytime the young apprentice tried to express these feelings, she had been shot down, not knowing of Hawkstorm’s ongoing relationship with his kitty-pet mate, Paisley. One of the many times Hawkstorm went to see his mate, Briarpaw had followed him, and upon discovering the kitty-pet swollen with unborn kits, the young apprentice felt rage and hurt grip her heart. She flew out, claws unsheathed and teeth flaring towards Paisley.
Hawkstorm barreled the young apprentice off her course at the last second, but something had snapped within Briarpaw and she was determined to end the soft kitty-pet that had stolen her true love away. Hawkstorm told his mate to run as he tried his best to stop Briarpaw. The apprentice showed unresolved strength as she raked her claws across her mentor’s face, blood momentarily blinding him as he tried to keep Briarpaw from chasing after Paisley. His grip faltered only a moment, but it was all Briarpaw needed as she escaped his grasp and barreled after Paisley. Briarpaw managed a good swipe at the pregnant she-cat’s back legs before Hawkstorm was on her again. The ensuing struggle ended only when Briarpaw’s body fell limp.
Hawkstorm rushed to Paisley’s side, relieved to find only a few scratches on her hind legs. Only once his panic had subsided did he turn back to the still body of his apprentice. Horror and pain gripped his heart when he realized what he had done. Paisley tried to console him, he had only been protecting his mate after all. He tried explaining the situation to his clan when he made the trek back to camp, his apprentices lifeless body clamped in his jaws, but it was no use. He was cast out, dishonored and crestfallen at all that had taken place. He returned to his mate and together they decided to run away and live their lives together in the forest on their own. Shortly after, tragedy struck again and he lost his mate and two of their three kits. He was forced to take his remaining kit back to Fallclan in order to ensure her survival. It pained him to know she would grow up without a true family, but he couldn’t bear to lose her too. He left her with the clan and left the forest filled with tragedy and sadness behind him, vowing to return again someday in hopes of seeing his only daughter again.
Post by MorteAutumnal on Sept 29, 2020 16:18:37 GMT -5
Kismet Roleplayed by MorteAutumnal "I bite back." A voice like liquid sugar mocks you from the only shadows. She laughs melodically, a dark lullaby. "How did you wander here sweetling?" She coos at you. All you can see are two eyes like orbs of the forest from above on an autumn day. Deep crimsons, rusts, golds, flaring yellows and dots and streaks of cream and brown and even pine green. Literally as if viewing the canopy of changing leaves from the sky. "Ah the eyes have caught you I see. Don't look too close sweetling, they may make your head spin off your shoulders." She cackles, long white teeth glint in what little light the moon offers you. Tiny streaks of silver flash on the sides of what you think...what you hope is a face. Unless you've gone mad. You may have, you think. You find you voice though and ask this strange creature where you are. "My home, sweetling." She purrs. So it is a cat. With fur black as pitch it would seem. You ask this cat her name. "They never gave me one...my parents of course....but the others have taken to calling me Kismet. Seems I pop up just before unforseen and sometimes unfortunate events. Like fate." She grinned, showing those sharp white teeth again. The eyes move forward toward you as she moves from her cloaking shadow. Her fur is pitch, black and deep browns with little streaks of silver on the ends of the fur of her cheeks and ears and the feathering of her legs and tail and chest. She is large, quite large and clearly feminine so you are certain now. You ask how she came to be here. "Oh you know the whole abandonment story. Parents didn't want me. Said something about a bad omen. So I wandered around for what felt like a long time. Met some other cats who thought they could help me. The usual stuff sweetling." She smiles sardonically before she turns to leave. You said her where she is going. "I only blossom in the moonlight. I must retire now. Be mindful of the others around here sweetling. They would eat you up." She wants as she saunters away into the darkness, leaving a melodious laugh in her wake that is both beautiful and chilling. Loner ||Currently a Kit||
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NINE roleplayed by JADIE Nine never had a prayer, he was weak, easy to knock over, and needed more prey than two mice a day. During the experiments he became weaker, his sister and brother Eight and Ten died first, they fulfilled their purpose as Experiments and soon he knew that he would too. He felt at least peace knowing his death would mean something. However his twin brother Eleven couldn’t live with himself imagining another one of his siblings dying, so he would switch places with him and took his experiments every time. Hoodedwolf became fascinated with Eleven’s ability to cope with poisons and chose him as an experiment. Only Hoodedwolf didn’t choose Eleven he chose Nine, not knowing that Eleven was pretending to be him. On naming day his brother Eleven was named Silentkit and was sent out into the world whereas Nine’s purpose was to be an Experiment. Nine knows that he can’t survive the experiments, that he should suck it up and live his purpose, but his brother Eleven gave him the desire to live. Now it’s up to Nine to figure out a way to escape and stay hidden from not just Hoodedwolf, but from Humanity. Nine is gray tabby with a cream white underbelly and blue eyes. ROGUE Optional: Humanity Gang
ORION roleplayed by GidgetGal Hard things only grow harder the longer you put them off: advice Orion ought to live by. It would save him a lot of trouble if he learned to stop waiting for his luck to save him, but Orion is nothing if not patient. Despite being intelligent and curious enough to learn everything he can about clans, twolegs, and the rest of the world, he can't apply himself to make any real decisions. He tends to get lost in the details, fixating on the negligible smaller facts of problems and pushing off making hard choices until he's resolved every smaller flaw that he can. He's an indecisive cat, and he can't help hoping that if he just waits for the perfect moment to come along, his life put itself into order and someone else will discover the right path for him to be on and guide him there. Orion is always looked for guidance, though funny enough, his friends tend to see him as their therapist instead of the other way around. He's a good listener, polite and patient, but he doesn't know what to do when emotions run high. All of his friends have problems that are just so intense and difficult he can barely comprehend them, and he has no life experience to guide his advice; he's helpless in the face of anger and he only wants to flee from tears. Orion is non-confrontational, he doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings or start a fight, and he often advises other cats to simply forgive and forget, and hopes that will be enough. Just because he's a pacifist doesn't meant he's helpless, though: his father Landon ensured all of his children were fierce fighters and learned how to hunt and fight like true warriors. He loves his family a great deal, but he hopes he never has to use the training he was given. Instead, he takes after his mother Urania, and he uses the beautiful mind she gave him to soak up knowledge and tinker with new inventions like his uncle Wyverndelirium. Orion can remember anything after only a few repetitions, and he picks up on new concepts so quickly he wonders why others can't do the same. Such an adaptable cat shouldn't have any problem in the real world, but that's just it: Orion doesn't live the real world. His comfortable life as a kittypet has afforded him the opportunity to be whoever he wants to be, but his fear of failure leaves him paralyzed by indecision. He doesn't want to make the wrong choice, so instead of choosing his life plan, he just sits by the sidelines and waits for luck to choose for him. If there's one thing Orion has, it's time. A gold tabby tom with green eyes, he was named for his uncle Chimerahunt/star, though he can't say he aspires to inherit the tom's grumpiness. Kittypet In a household with Urania - Swiftriver Family
Post by Junebugaboo on Oct 20, 2020 23:04:13 GMT -5
REBEL roleplayed by Junebugaboo Rebel was born in the closet of a local community theater, and the rest as they say, is history. Born in a litter of 3, one of his siblings was adopted out to someone in the theater group, as was his mother once the kittens were weaned. He and his sister Diamond were chosen to be kept and raised in the old community theater as a means of rodent control. He loved to watch the awful and garish, however amusing plays and musicals the humans performed. He admired the way they played about in their fancy colored pelts, and more than once he was used in plays, donning his own clothes, as he was much more agreeable with the humans than Diamond ever was. While Rebel was loud, boisterous and full of energy, his sister was not. The two often clashed, as Diamond felt suffocated by the humans and longed to be out in the forests. Rebel preferred the comforts of the humans. As long as they caught all the mice and other rodents, they were safe, loved and secured. Until the community center was decimated by a fire. Without the funds to fix it, Rebel and his sister were thought to have died in the wreckage, and Rebel began living his life quietly on the streets and hasn't seen his sister since. He's been managing to live alone on the streets without much problems, trying to figure out what to do with his life now that his previous life is gone. Still, ever the optimist, Rebel is full of life and looking to create new memories. Rebel is a lank, long-haired white tom with black markings and green eyes. RANK: Loner
DIAMOND roleplayed by Junebugaboo Diamond grew up in a community theater with her brother Rebel. While she was grateful she didn't live quite the stuffy and couped up lives as her other family, being in the theater always felt wrong. And she absolutely hated when the humans tried to pet her, pick her up, parade her around in those awful clothes. It was just sickening to think about. Still, she was a better hunter than Rebel at least, making her favored nonetheless. When she returned home one evening to find the theater burned to a crisp she ran away and never looked back. Sure, her little brother got on her nerves, and she hated the humans, but to have nothing left was too much to bare. Diamond began living in the wild, never staying in one place for too long as she honed her hunting skills and tried to forget the life she left behind. Diamond is a lanky, short-furred white molly with pale cream & black markings, and golden eyes. RANK: Loner
Edited Oct 20, 2020 23:49:46 GMT -5 By Junebugaboo
CROW roleplayed by WOOF There are legends- visions painted of cats clad in golden auras, who've served their clan endlessly, and whose names are said with praise- and then there are curses- the types you only wish on your worst enemy. Crow is not named for a golden pelt, or golden eyes, or cats with golden auras who died well before his time. No, his signature sable fur is dark and tussled, his eyes are as sunken as the setting sun, and he speaks with such heat that it flares out between his words like dragon's breath. He is no legend-spun titan, he will not imprint in history; but he will wear honor as armor and wield truth as his retribution. From the day he was dropped off in SunClan, his clanmates kept him at arm's length due to 'crow' being considered a cursed name, and those who didn't loathe him were fearful that they, too, would incur bad fortune by association. This instilled two beliefs into him: The first being that he can only rely on himself; and the second, that a God only has as much power as followers, so he is strictly against the existence and worship of deities. Once, he might have been described as unassuming or quiet, the type to meld into the background, invisible to anyone who didn't care to look. Now, he'd be described much differently. Now, when he is shunned, he turns his back; when others slight him, he remembers; and when someone threatens him or those near to his heart, he stands taller and snarls louder. An incident during his apprenticeship left him with a permanent limp impeding his stride; however, anyone who might consider him anything less than a formidable foe would be sorely mistaken. His bright heart may still shine- but it is ensnared by a wicked fire, and the path through is starless. Rogue, Head of The Syndicate
The Syndicate- i. Nobody disobeys the head. ii. Your troubles are the gang's troubles, but don't go looking for it. iii. Anyone may come and go at will. All former and past members are treated as kin. iv. Those who join The Syndicate will receive a notch in their right ear. The head will have two. v. Life is valuable. There will be no killing unless it becomes unavoidable. The head reserves the right to decide a penalty for those who break this rule.
DAISY roleplayed by NovaAmaro Daisy always grew up hearing her mothers stories about the clans. It was all her and her twin brother would ask about before they were taken away. Sunclan. Daisy had made it her mission to find the clan her mother spoke of, and too find her aunt that lived there. To be wild and free… Daisy could dream of nothing else for so long. She wanted to be strong, like the warriors in her mother’s stories. Instead her and her brother, Chimera, were adopted into a two-leg family with a young kit of their own. They hated it there. Daisy was constantly cowering in the dark corners hoping that the two-legs kit wouldn’t find her. It was always pulling on her ears and tails which always resulted in a painful yowl, and whenever she tried to defend herself the parents would always scold her in some way. Eventually her and her brother had enough. They ran from the house as fast as they could. The twins ignored the sound of the two legs as they called for them to come back. Eventually they made their way into the forest, finally free. The first thing Daisy had done was run into a field of wild flowers. She never wanted to leave. Daisy made it a habit to pick the prettiest flowers she could find, and eventually learned how to make pretty little flower crowns that she would wear for days. In her mind, flower crowns could heal anything. Daisy made it a point to find fields of wild flowers where she could just laze about in the sun and carefully weave the flowers together. In her opinion, the white and yellow flowers really bring out the colors in her pelt. Now that she was free, she was able to open up. Her excitable personality flourished. Daisy could be a bit clumsy and air headed, especially when she becomes overexcited. Occasionally, she’ll trip over her own paws and erupt into a torrent of giggles at her own silliness. But she didn’t care. Daisy can be very particular when it comes to physical touch due to her months of abuse at the hands of the young two-leg.. Her brother is the only one that’s allowed in her little bubble, and it takes her a while to allow others in as well. Her tortoiseshell pelt is broken up by a patch of white on her chest, toes, and tail tip. Her amber eyes are always shining and curious, excited about what the day would bring. Rogue Syndicate Gang
Chimera roleplayed by NovaAmaro Suave, cool, and an overall dork. Chimera, like his sister Daisy, loved hearing about the adventures of the clan cats that his mother grew up with. He could never understand why she would ever leave. Chimera and Daisy would play together, pretending to be warriors in their mothers birth clan. They made warrior names for themselves, and gave themselves ranks (Chimera always made himself the leader). It only made him dream of life outside of the two leg world. He was more than happy to have been adopted alongside his twin. But that all changed. Chimera was always being swatted at, his tail constantly pulled but the young two-leg. The young tom was constantly hissing and scratching all of them in an attempt to protect Daisy. He’d hide in the corners with her, pressing his pelt against hers and reminding her of the life they both dreamed of. A dream that Chimera would make sure came true. One day, when the two-legs were opening their cave door Chimera grabbed Daisy by the scruff and pushed her along. They ran, as far as they could and as fast as they could until they finally made it. The forest. They were free. Chimera couldn’t be happier, and he was more than thrilled to see his sister starting to come alive again. Chimera is overly protective of his sister, feeling the need to protect her at every hour of the day. He can be quite boisterous, showing off and goofing around. It’s almost a shock whenever this tom has a serious moment. Moments that only his sister seems to take seriously. He boasts a bit more white on his tortoiseshell pelt than his sister does with white fur trailing down his neck and chest, and crawling up his legs. His pale green eyes are always glinting mischievously and seem to always gleam brightly. Rogue Syndicate Gang
OCEANSCENT OF WATERCLAN roleplayed by AtomHeart A shaggy ginger tabby tom with vivid blue-green eyes. Born in Waterclan, Oceanscent was the son of Chimerahunt and Rainsweptwish; two parents that, although being very respected warriors, didn't put much effort into raising him, nor did they particularly care about each other. While each of his siblings dealt with the lack of attention in their own way, Oceanscent was determined to get his father to notice him. Buring away all of his sadness, the young tom pushed himself to become the happiest, most enthusiastic warrior he could possibly be, hoping to earn his attention. Even when times got rough; even when he lost his brother Reedstalk and sister Scarysiren to sickness, he tried to keep putting on a positive attitude, despite how much their deaths haunted him. But no matter how hard he tried, Chimerahunt never seemed to acknowledge him as his son, even when he became the leader of Waterclan as Chimerastar. Nothing was ever enough. When the flood that destroyed Waterclan finally swept him away, Oceanscent awoke on Winterclan territory and was subsequently taken prisoner, left for the longest time unaware of the fate of his father, clan, or his remaining sister Coralreef. However, his time in Winterclan's prison actually changed him for the better. No longer under Chimerastar's disapproving gaze, Oceanscent was finally able to open up to the cats around him, and discover that he had far more worth than his father’s approval. Cheerful, optimistic, and a bit goofy at times, his bright smile lights up a room wherever he goes; a stark contrast to many of the serious personalities on the mountain that he spent a great deal of time around, but nonetheless it was appreciated by his fellow prisoners. Having been released from the prison, he has chosen the nomadic lifestyle. Oceanscent just cannot commit himself to another clan just yet, even after all this time. He never thought he would have to find a new home and is still looking for the perfect one. He is able to be serious when the situation calls for it as well, placing the good of his new home over anyone's opinion of him. From now on, when he smiles, it's genuine. Loner
BRIAR roleplayed by JADIE The Mechanic. Briar is the eldest of her litter with rust speckled bronze fur and dark gray eyes that bear a colorful chrome-like sheen. Her fur is mostly short and sleek with the exception being her feathery auburn tail. This she-cat was described as dainty in her youth but no one would make that mistake today. As a result of hours and hours of heavy-lifting, Briar is densely muscled and extraordinarily strong; she is known to carry objects twice her own weight without batting an eye. Loud and brash, Briar speaks to all cats - from kits to leaders - with the same somewhat haughty yet casual tone. She does, however, give respect when it is due, and is much more likely to impress than offend. This she-cat can often be found covered in dirt and grime while working on a project. When she dos create something, though, it truly is something masterful by cat standards, and many cats attribute her intelligence to some sort of inborn genius. That couldn't be further from the truth. Briar is totally normal and only got where she is today through a lot of blood, sweat and tears. She is still subject to doubt, anxiety and stress - who isn't? - but she has mastered her emotions and is not afraid of failure. Briar firmly believes that any and every cat is capable of great things if they put their mind to it. Kittypet
Everyone ahs bene added. Sorry it took so long to get back around to this. As always, you're welcome to start roleplaying your cats the moment they're on the page so don't worry about waiting on me!
Bagel is a young trader, currently resting at a fine two years old. Her first days were mostly spent within a secluded little spot in a scrapyard where her mother had either passed or fled, and was only by the grace of a caring two-leg that herself and her brothers ended up in the care of a retired sailor and his fat golden retriever instead of in the stars. Her relationship with this man was loving, giving her a taste of fish and salt as he would occasionally take the kittens onto the sea for a close-shore fishing trip. Eventually she grew old enough to be rehomed, and found herself in the care of one Donovan Jones. Donovan, a second-generation baker, maintains a bagel stand. Living in the city meant having to mind much more then the occasional fly, so Bagel works in his store as a first-class fly catcher and rat-pounder. The two have a very professional working relationship, with union-mandated bellyrubs, head pats and plenty of naps by the warm oven when Mr. Jones leaves for the day.
Orientation: Bisexual
Status: Vaguely Looking
Edited Apr 27, 2021 18:17:54 GMT -5 By melliscarea
Post by Flurryofstars on Apr 28, 2021 0:53:23 GMT -5
Added and marked for the AC! ♥
I know Bagel's role is a little more ambiguous since she's not just a loner or a kittypet. However, since she seems to live mostly with Donovon, I added her as a kittypet. If you'd rather have her marked officially as a loner, I can change it. Just for the layout's sake, it's either one or the other (or both if you would like). Thank you for joining!
