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Ring around the rosy, a pocketful of posies, ashes, ashes we all fall down!” What an innocent game to play, full of the laughter of children as they danced in a circle, conjoined hands keeping them forever entwined. How ignorant they were to the darkness they paraded like colorful balloons on a nice day. The song originally dates back to a destructive and black time: the bubonic plague in the 1600s, which spread like wildfire through the districts of England before being halted in its tracks by the Great Fire of London in 1666. A rose red rash, pale complexion, herbs and flowers meant to mask the stench of death... The period of the black plague was anything but frilly. Yet as children we are made immune to the effects of destruction and ignorance in our past, finding frivolity in the despair. It is said the most haunting vision one could see when lying in their sick bed, bleary eyes struggling to stay open before the eternal sleep, was the skeletal mask of a doctor as he bowed over them, for all pretense appearing to be Death itself. Perspective is a beautifully maddening entity; what may look like salvation to one may spell doom for another. These elements of twisted fate, horror, confusion and anarchy are represented in the ghostly white form of Rune; a feline who holds nothing in common with man than the joint desire to watch the world burn from atop a pedestal. He prides himself in the fear he instills in others; for every one of his wicked grins there’s a reflection in his dark eyes that screams. But, for all of the trouble he causes, he keeps his darkness to himself quite cleanly, preferring to display a visage that, while reprehensible, remains clean of fault. He’s cunning, sharp, witty and unforgiving; he’s also uninhibited, impulsive, unfiltered and often considered to be off his rocker. If he was to be compared to a model in modern day society, it would be the misunderstood character of Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland — the Mad Hatter, who asked the young protagonist why a raven was like a writing desk and underwent his own critiquing by the blonde girl. “You’ve lost your muchness.” At times, when words fall short, that’s what he is — too much. He’s difficult to handle, a wild force to be reckoned with, but past the barbed wire, jack o’lanterns and giggling clowns that greet you on the path to his heart, he’s a soft individual that finds comfort in those willing to stick by his side and draws his strength from those who don’t waver in their belief in him. He doesn’t handle loneliness well, but as long as he has just one ally, he will soldier on.
PLAYED BY USERNAME PARENT OF NONE / MATE OF NONE
Will be selected when Loki E'Clair has a child.
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LAKEVEIL / HONEYSTORM
ROYAL THROUGH STERLING BLOODLINE / MATE OF / MOTHER TO / SPECIALTY : POISON
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.
PEARLYPAW shell / SIMPLYLIGHT
APPOINTED BY SPRINGLOCKEDGRAVE / MATE OF / MOTHER TO / SPECIALTY
"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.
calibur
PLAYED BY PRIMORDIALHAZE
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.
AYLIK [ BROTHER OF TASMAN ] / HONEYSTORM 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
ABEL [ BROTHER IN LAW OF KERRIGAN ] / SIMPLY.LIGHT 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 [ HOUSE HARLOW ] / EFFY 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
CASSIDY [ COUSIN OF KERRIGAN ; SPECIAL ADVISER TO THE THRONE ] / BIYUU A mild-mannered tomcat with a permanent half-smile and a sarcastic inner monologue. Cassidy has an easy-going personality, with a rather laid-back outlook on life and a general disregard for any sort of deadline or time limit he may encounter. While not lazy, he prefers to take things at his own pace, and is able to maintain his cool in high-pressure situations. Hard to annoy and even harder to make truly angry, Cassidy has a good relationship with most cats he meets, even if he isn't the one doing most of the talking. He usually keeps any complaints or worries he has to himself, and doesn't like to voice his more negative opinions. He prefers to take a backseat role and give support rather than dish out commands, but he likes to take a more active, hands-on role as the parent of his kits. Cassidy also has the uncanny ability to talk other cats down from their crazy or half-baked ideas, and can often be found giving advice to some of his younger peers. Though not particularly strong or bulky, Cassidy is a talented fighter and decent strategist on the battlefield, making him a valuable ally. Dedicated to Devonei
BLAZEHOWL [ HOUSE STERLING ] / HONEYSTORM 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.
CARINA [ HOUSE HARLOW ] / BIYUU A pretty silver and white she-cat with pale blue eyes and a petite figure. Has an independent and introverted personality, and enjoys spending time by herself. Though she is relatively easygoing and easy enough to get along with, she can get uptight if she is around others for too long. A talented hunter, she goes on frequent hunting trips in the more isolated parts of BrookClan's territory. Her other main hobby is eavesdropping on her other Clanmates, though she doesn't like to engage in gossip or small talk herself. She is the daughter of Alezander. Dedicated to Devonei
CESARE [ HOUSE STERLING ] / HONEYSTORM 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.
CRYPTECHO [ HOUSE STERLING ] / IAN Her name is reminiscent of death, the sound of the burial caverns as they creak with time. Somehow, this name is particularly fitting for the grey and white daughter of Springlockedgrave. This is because she can be rather... ghastly, empty. This is in part due to trauma. Unfortunately for her, her mother's lack of stability passed onto her daughter, however in a different way. Despite her older siblings trying their best to raise them, Cryptecho internalized from the start their mother's... strange behavior., beleiving in part that it was her fault. Because of this, she has very low self-worth. She doesn't believe she deserves the space she takes up, which has led her to a strange set of control issues. These control issues, spun from an internal emptiness, have left the feline suffering from restriction in almost all ways. You see, just like her name is reminiscent of death, so is the rest of her, due to her anorexic tendencies that she has developed as a way to feel something at all. Her body is very thin, and often times her ribs can be seen. She tries to make her physical form match her mental form, that of a ghost haunted by life. Dedicated to Cauil
COTTONMOUTHCRY [ HOUSE STERLING ] / HONEYSTORM 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.
ELISIO [ HOUSE HARLOW ] / BIYUU A black and white tom with a muscular build and pale yellow eyes. Not unlike his mate Amani, Elisio is very much a family man, and is usually seen with at least a few members of his extended family surrounding him. A gifted speaker and storyteller, he has a knack for getting his Clanmates to listen to him, and was one of the Clan's more respected warriors during his time as one. In contrast to his mate Amani, Elisio is a lot less strict with his children and his disciplinary style is inspired less by a desire for perfection, but by fear of something painful or sad happening to his family. Though he admires Kerrigan and her eventual rise to power within BrookClan, he cannot help but feel frightened that one day the tables may turn for her as they did for the previous tsar. Having previously been a happy, loyal voiny, his newfound status within the Clan has somewhat shaken him, and he often finds himself yearning for a simpler time, when the inner turmoil and politics of his Clan didn't affect him. Despite this, he has sworn to remain a loyal advisor to the tsar for as long as he is permitted to. Dedicated to Marli
KELLEN [ HOUSE HARLOW ] / SIMPLY.LIGHT 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 [ HOUSE STERLING] / HONEYSTORM 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.
MISHA [ HOUSE CAERWYN ] / OCEANIX [ 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 [ HOUSE CAERWYN ] / HONEYSTORM 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 ]
OSSUARYSHRIEK [ HOUSE STERLING ] / HONEYSTORM 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.
PAISLEY [ HOUSE HARLOW ] / SIMPLYLIGHT Sweet, soft, gentle. Paisley is a gift to the world. Her chestnut-tabby fur is short and smooth and bright yellow eyes like liquid sunshine shimmer on her triangular face. She is the daughter of Hadley and Abel. Her eyes resemble her father’s and she also has his charm. Paisley is known for her genuine sweetness and her love for everything and everyone. Out of all her siblings, she is the most cheery. Dedicated to Marli
SAMMY [ HOUSE HARLOW ] / ARCHERZ Feeling abandoned is a nightmare. Never good enough, never able to impress. It hurts, primarily when it's directed towards the two cats you love most; Your adopted father and brother. Sammy's adopted mother was burned alive in a forest fire when he was old three days old after being kidnapped from an unknown clan, leaving him with his vengeful father, John, and his tyrannical older brother, Dean. Dean and Sammy were raised like warriors, never able to live like the kits they were. The benevolent kitten tried so hard to stay kind and caring, but after being pushed and pushed towards the edge of the cliff, which would inevitably lead to him spiraling down and twisting into a merciless executioner. Desperately trying to escape that fate, Sammy ran away. The starving tom wandered until he ended up in Renegade Regime. Even though he was only eight moons old, he knew how to take care of himself thanks to his upbringing. Hesitantly, the group took him in and watched him. Not only did the young tom know how to take care of himself, but he knew how to lead and care for others. He spent every waking moment caring for the others in his group. He has a warm and kind look, with chocolate brown fur and two warm amber eyes, making him seem kind and trust-worthy. Never again did he see Dean and John, but he adored his new life. After a while, Commander Sean made him the Head Cadet Raiser, and then on to Raiser Superior. He was ecstatic, filling him with determination to do his very best. That was when he met Castiel. The Guider was much older than Sammy, but he still took care of him and watched over him. With the encouragement of his new friend, he began to attempt to make the Regime seem good, trustworthy. Unfortunately, the regime wasn't where he wanted to be, and it would never change. He stayed for a long time, purely to watch Castiel ascend through the ranks. Still, he knew he needed to leave. He desperately needed to run, to escape. So he did. Dedicated to Marli
SASHA [ HOUSE RAINVIEG ] / BLANKSLATE 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 [ HOUSE STERLING ] / HONEYSTORM 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.
SUNBEAMSTING [ HOUSE STERLING ] / HONEYSTORM 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
TOY [ HOUSE STERLING ] / IAN It's hard to return to normal when you've seen some of the horrors of humanity. It's even harder when you chose to take part in some of these horrors. This is something that Toy, sister to Springlockedgrave, would have noticed upon her first arrival back to the clan that raised her. You see, after becoming a harsh, trigger happy gang leader, settling back to life outside of the city is a rather... large adjustment. Toy is a rough and tough she-cat, one who's seen more out of life in her one remaining golden eye than most have. She's seen life as a kittypet, she's seen murder, she's seen pillaging, she's seen theft. She's also participated in most of these things. Because of this, Toy often finds herself even now on the wrong side of the law, perhaps better fit for a group like Primal Instinct due to her dark nature. She's not mean-spirited, though, she just doesn't take anyone's nonsense. Toy is also a rather impulsive cat, the one yo would imagine to pick fights with the sole intention of causing problems. She's a creature who treats those who she cares about only slightly differently than her gruff inflection towards the rest of the world; instead of just tough, she treats them with tough love. Dedicated to Tiveronah
VIATRIX [ HOUSE HARLOW ] / EFFY 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 [ HOUSE RAINVIEG ] / OCEANIX [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
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
CALLISTA / SINFUL A black she-cat with stripes of white and poisonous green eyes. An orphan who lived her life keeping to herself and denying all possible relation, including friendship, in order to maintain her own safety and health. Believing she's cursed to be alone, as everyone so far has succumbed to illness around her, she suffers from loneliness and depression. Dedicated to Cauil
CATRIONA / PRIMORDIALHAZE TRAINING NERA 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
EMMET / PRIMORDIALHAZE The second oldest of the Angora quadruplets. Emmet is the self declared protector of his family. He sees the enemy within every cat that comes in contact with himself or his siblings. As a kittypet he was not the twolegs favorite and was usually swatted at for his nipping and clawing tendencies. While he is a temperamental cat he is also the most easily known of his siblings and the most likely to make any friends without a lot of effort. Emmet is charming and ladies man. Likely to have a few flings here and there, although this large muscular tank of a tom is also the kind of cat to pick his perfect mate ans treat her like a queen among peasants. Emmet thrives on drama and chaos. He enjoys a good border tussle or even a family spat. He seems to be able to smell war on the horizon like most can smell rain. Emmet is an all white cat with a large muscular back and broad shoulders. The fur around his neck thick like a lions mane. His ears are tufted with white fur as well as his paws. He has thick legs and a thick long sweeping tail. While he holds a high respect for his superiors, Emmet is also the most likely to cause trouble, Quickly following to be chastised by his older brother Declan and younger sister Catriona. Emmet shares his siblings dream of establishing themselves within BrookClan, though his reasons may be focused on power and less on family. Emmet has dark amber eyes. Dedicated to Tiveronah
HALSEY / SINFUL 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
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
ROISIN / PRIMORDIALHAZE The youngest of the Angora quadruplets. Roisin is the smallest and most motherly of her siblings. Only growing to about her sister, Catriona's shoulder, and only half the size of her brothers Killian and Emmet. Roisin has stars in her eyes and dream in her heart. She is so timid and soft spoken she will not stand up for herself and will not fight back. She would have gladly stayed with the cruel twolegs if it meant she would have had a simple life of just doing as she was told and continuing to do so. She is an all white she-cat with a shorter pelt and no tufts on her ears like her siblings do. Although her tail is still fluffy and sweeping. She spends her time on the side lines rooting her much more likely to succeed siblings on and hoping to just not catch her death when leaf bare comes. Roisin is much more likely to open up to a best friend turn mate. She dreams of having a large family and Poda who love her and cherish her. She wants to be protected and she loves with her whole soul. Her siblings tend to be over protective of her and make if difficult for her to find a mate. She feels she is the unfortunate fourth leg that just so happens to have a limp keeping the rest of the body from meeting its greatest potential. Roisin has soft violet eyes. Dedicated to Cauil
SERENITY / SINFUL A silvery white she-cat with cerulean eyes. Biological sister to Trinity. Despite what her name may suggest, she's very chaotic, can't focus on one thing for very long, gets bored easily and struggles with commitment, but once you get past that she's very loyal and loves with all her heart. Dedicated to Tiveronah
SMALLBROOK / SUNGMETUTANKA WAYLAKE WACHICHU Born to Brookheart and Sneezenose, Smallbrook grew up in BrookClan to become a Viony, a warrior for the Clan. In her heart, she dreams of the day that she could become a Dvoryane, and serve the Royal Members with her life. Smallbrook may be small but she isn't afraid to put her life at risk if it means serving the Royal family and making sure they are safe at all costs. She is fairly protective of the higher nobles and isn't afraid to leap to their defense. Smallbrook, may not be royal but she strives to get there. She will devote her life to the Tsar, ready to kill or be tortured for the sake of keeping the Tsar safe. Smallbrook hopes to find a mate in the Dvoryane and have kits to further the line of royals. For now, she is content to lead the life of a warrior. She is a devotee of the Old Ones and honors them in everything she does, she mostly devotes her life to the God of death and mercy, named Mari. Her Mother died giving birth to her and her Father died from a lung infection. Dedicated to Marli
SNEEZENOSE / SUNGMETUTANKA WAYLAKE WACHICHU Sneezenose is a grey-white fur tom-cat with firey fire-like amber eyes, with muscles that make him look like his fur is thick. He is the Father of Smallbrook and the mate of Brookheart his dead mate, who died giving birth to their daughter. He was never at his daughter's birth or his mates funeral, having had a coughing fit on his way to one of the brooks to fish for the Clan, he laid down to rest and was picked up by some Two-legs who took him in, gave him medicine and cared for him. Sneezenose, not wanting or liking the idea of being a Kitty-pet escaped the Two-leg Place and headed towards BrookClan. After a few seasons, he was reunited with the Clan he was born into and with his Daughter. He is the Son of Ottersplash, his Mother and Flake, his Father, who both died of old age. Sneezenose may be a sickly cat but he is known for his tracking skills despite having a running nose all the time. He is completely loyal to the Old Ones and dedicates his life to Mari, just like his Daughter. He hopes that one day he will have a Mate and more kits in the future, maybe even rise to royalty, Dedicated to Marli
SPELLBINDER / HONEYSTORM TRAINING SPRINGPAW 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
STRIKECLAW / SUNGMETUTANKA WAYLAKE WACHICHU StrikeClaw is a sly, swift, impulsive, strong, aggressive and cocky tom who only wants to prove himself to the Tsar. He hopes to rise to royalty to make a name for himself. He dedicates his life to doing anything and everything for the Tsar. Nothing he does is for himself. He doesn't care if he dies from starvation, disease or wounds if it means serving the Tsar. He will mate and have kits with any cat that is of royalty when he has permission to. He doesn't think for himself but does only what the Tsar says or allows him to do. Strikeclaw is a red-furred tom with light black tabby stripes and razor sharp claws with copper eyes. He is dedicated to Marli, the God of death and mercy. 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
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
FINN / HONEYSTORM MENTOR: 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.
GRIGORIY / BLANKSLATE MENTOR: COPPERHORIZON 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
HANNA / SIMPLYLIGHT ROYAL THROUGH HARLOW BLOODLINE / MENTOR: EMMET He is a pale white tom with hardly visible darker stripes and amber eyes. Hanna is easy-going like his father, Cassidy, and he has a bit of a boyish charm to him. He makes friends easily and loves to tell jokes and lounge around. Sometimes he can be seen as lazy, but he loves to talk and tell stories so that usually takes priority over work. When he does go out and work. Hanna can be considered one of the best trackers in the group. Dedicated to Marli
HARU / BIYUU MENTOR: ABEL A skinny white and ginger tom with a small build. Superficially charming and seemingly a rather easy-going young man, Haru's carefree nature and enigmatic past make him a somewhat popular, if not mysterious, member of BrookClan, particularly in his kadet days. He is the runt of his litter, and was a great deal smaller than many of his male Clanmates. As such, he was on the receiving end of many snide remarks from his fellow kadets, and gradually became obsessed with proving his masculinity through extreme overtraining, and is waiting for the day when he can show up those who teased him. Due to this, he is incredibly talented in battle, and is deceptively strong and fast. Haru rarely appears bothered by anything and is thought of by his Clanmates to be a fairly emotionally stable guy, though the truth is somewhat in-between; his easy-going nature is more akin to apathy than anything else, and the only emotion that manages to knock him off kilter is his unpredictable fits of rage - something that he was initially good at managing when he was younger, but became progressively harder and harder to control, until he eventually gave up. Dedicated to Devonei
NADINE / CLEAVER MENTOR: CITADEL Named after Nadia from house Caerwyn who was one of the few cats from the Caerwyn family who still voted for Aiden and saw through Alexei's tyranny. Nadine is actually the opposite of her aunt. Smart, cunning, and strong. She will do anything for power but hides it behind a gentle facade. The second oldest in the litter.
NERA / IAN MENTOR: CATRIONA An athletic young tom-cat who is the kind of feline who can adapt well to almost any situation. He's the kind of cat who seems generally unbothered by everything. This go with the flow attitude makes him seem almost lazy, as he seldom acts with his own personal agency. This being said, he would never leave an assignment undone. He is as cool as a clam most of the time, but that doesn't stop a sense of sarcasm to constantly be found in his voice. Because of this nature, though, he can be inadvertently apathetic. He is prone to insensitivity because very few things bother him, so he doesn't understand really why they would bother other folks. Nera is a brown tabby tom with opaque green-gold eyes. Dedicated to Tiveronah
PAINTEDPAW / CONSTELLATION / OCEANIX 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
PETRA / IAN MENTOR: AMETHYSTARMY Petra derives from the greek word stone. Anastasia named her this in support of how strong her family line truly is despite everything. She's the total opposite of her sister Raine. Very shy and soft-spoken, she has a hard time sticking up for herself and constantly does what she's told. Despite being one of the strongest as a kitten, she views herself as the weakest and is plagued with her own demons. Her siblings, especially Raine, constantly judge her for her anxious demeanor and constantly treat her as a weak link in the family line. Believed to have depression and some type of anxiety disorder, probably stemmed from the abandonment of her mother. The third in the litter.
RAINE / HINATA MENTOR: TAIKATALVI Named after the first female of their family line, Rainveig. She's fiercely protective of her siblings and is considered of more of a motherly figure. Anastasia abandoning them once they were old enough to hunt for themselves, Raine had to pick up the slack and look after her siblings, especially her younger brother Finn. She will do anything to make her family line strong again, and will do even more to protect her family in general. She's very outspoken and confident. The oldest in the litter.
RANGER / HONEYSTORM MENTOR: TOY 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.
SEPHORA [namechangelater] / BRIGHTLEAF MENTOR: ? Sephora is a munchkin calico she-cat with splotches of orange, and bright green eyes. As a former kittypet, she heard about the clan and began dreaming about living with the clan. She decided to run away from her owners to join them. She wholly accepted Clan life and worked as hard as she could to be accepted into the Clan. Finding a family and a mentor was a little difficult but she eventually finds one. Once she becomes a part of the clan, she asks the tsar to change her name, in which she changes it to ___.
SPRINGPAW / DILIGENCE / BIYUU MENTOR: SPELLBINDER A black she-cat with fluffy fur and pale amber eyes. Springdiligence is the epitome is laziness, and while she has the necessary talent to complete most tasks assigned to her, she suffers from a severe lack of motivation and often has trouble with merely getting started. Her future dream is to work her way up to becoming BrookClan royalty, if only so that she can skip out on work. Springdiligence is easygoing and never takes things too seriously. While she may appear angry or incensed, her resting facial expression is simply that of displeasure. Her facial expression often scares others away from her, when she is in fact in a perfectly fine mood. She is good at making friends once the other person stops finding her intimidating. Dedicated to Marli
SUNRISEPAW / MOSAIC / PAOGIRL18 MENTOR: 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
SMALLFIRE / IAN A tiny black feline with sharp, flame-colored eyes. She is a feline who is very soft around the edges, one who was never sure what she wanted to do in her life. Yet, she always had an affinity for charity. She was always the kind of feline who was willing to eat last, to donate her share of her prey to others. This made her father, Solemnknight, very angry. After all, it was a waste of resources. His daughter would invite strangers into their den, she would do her best to comfort the sick and dying. Yet, she had little compassion to her own family. Because of this, Smallfire was eliminated from the House of Solemnknight. It was in this expulsion from her own family that she found a new cause. She became a damy, one who would become the mother for all of the orphans that needed a home. Smallfire is a very compassionate feline, but she is very firm in her nature. She could even be considered hard-headed, as if she doesn't change her mind about anything, no matter the consequences. Smallfire is also sterile, so she will never bare her own kittens. Dedicated to Marli
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
ANWELL / ARETHUSA A medium sized but slightly slender brown and white tabby tom with honey yellow eyes. Dedicated to Cauli
CERYS / HONEYSTORM ROYAL THROUGH STERLING BLOODLINE 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
DUNGEONKIT / 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
FIKRE / BLANKSLATE 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
HAMILTON / BLANKSLATE Pressure sits heavy on his shoulders, the ghost of stagnation pushing him to move forward. Almost as if heavy clouds are blocking his sun and if he just moves forward fast enough he can move past them and find a truly sunny day. There is a greed in him to do, to see, to be. A desire to be the cause of great things, to have his name remembered, to hear it whispered in reverence. It is not a delusion of grandeur, nor is it a foolish arrogance. It is a simple determination to succeed, and ambition that burns bright in him. 'If you stand for nothing what will you fall for'. Hamilton will not sit while there is something happening, no, he will speak, he will maneuver himself close to the action, no matter the risk to himself he might face. The spoken word is his weapon, manage to add flourish to simple sentences and draw the ear, pull the heart, change the mind. Long and lanky the silver tabby seems suited for fleeing rather than standing his ground though he soundly smashes such an assumption. There is no foe to large for him. Hamilton is the sort of tom to out fox the fox itself, to welcome such a challenge and at no point dwell on the danger he is facing. Though he then faces the problem of talking to much, there are times when it is better to hold ones tongue and Hamilton can't distinguish those times. Will run off at the mouth and not realize he has talked himself off an edge until he hits the ground. Dedicated to Cauil
MEDOH / BLANKSLATE 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
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
RUDANIA / MOONBOUND Rudania, while an overall sweet cat, can be a nuisance half the time. It appears that the young feline is incapable of turning down a challenge or an opportunity to try something new. Rudania is a curious young soul who thrives off of the unknown, off of what she couldn't possibly comprehend just by thinking. The brown tabby molly is a fierce little thing and is quite the handful. Although she does mean well, Rudania can often get carried away with what she's doing and lose track of what's important. She's witty, if anything, and most of the time her wit comes out as sarcasm or sass, but it would do her no good to hold it in and risk imploding. Rudania's keen attentiveness is something she is prided for, when she's wholly focused on the task at hand. Loyal with a brave heart, this young feline would not hesitate to put her life on the line if it meant someone else got to live another day. Dedicated to Cauil
SEVILIN / SIMPLYLIGHT ROYAL THROUGH STERLING BLOODLINE 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
SIRIUS / BIYUU A striped tom with blue eyes. His orange-brown pelt has two brownish-red stripes around his chest, one paler than the other, and two more down the right side of his face. His eyes are a vivid sky-blue outlined by black smoke. His short, athletic frame is built for rapid, precise, prolonged striking. With his reserved, quiet demeanour and uncanny ability to seemingly disappear and reappear anywhere he pleases, Sirius has gained a reputation akin to that of a ghost in BrookClan. He manages to be both on everyone's lips yet rarely seen or talked to, thanks to the seemingly threatening, almost dangerous aura that surrounds him. Though he tries to appear harmless and well-meaning, he tends to scare other cats away whether he's trying to or not. Despite this, Sirius is not simply another one of BrookClan's harmless voiny, and has aspirations for power that exceed most cats' wildest dreams. Calculated in his planning but reckless when he feels he's losing, Sirius is liable to do anything and everything when he feels desperate enough. He is the son to Shattered and Mars, and the brother of Regulus and Rigel. Dedicated to ?
SNOWKIT / START / BIYUU A white she-cat with one black paw and amber eyes. Calm and collected, Snowstart always appears to be on top of her game, and rarely lets herself show weakness, even in front of those she trusts. The self-appointed 'leader' of her and her siblings, she likes to feel in control of whatever situation she encounters, a habit that often puts her at odds with her Clanmates. Despite these shortcomings, she has the potential to become a capable leader, even one of BrookClan's future aces. Though not particularly skilled in hunting or fighting, Snowstart is charismatic and exudes an aura of absolute confidence in herself and her Clanmates; this aura is merely a mask for her underlying anxiety that influences every decision she makes, but she hides it skillfully. Though she does not mind working in a team, she prefers to be left to her own devices most of the time. Dedicated to Devonei
SPICEKIT / BLOOM / IAN 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
PLAYED BY IAN THE GOD OF BALANCE - NIVET niv-eht / BOBCAT / GENDER FLUID
THE GOD OF EQUALITY, BALANCE AND CREATION. NIVET IS THE EASIEST GOD TO ANGER; ANY TIME THINGS GET OUT OF BALANCE THEY BECOME UNCOMFORTABLE.
THEY ARE THE SLOWEST GOD TO ACT, PREFERRING PEACE OVER CONFLICT. THEY SELDOM PUNISH CATS FOR DEFYING THEM, INSTEAD WORK TO REINSTATE BALANCE IN WHATEVER WAY NEEDED. THEY ARE THE MOST POWERFUL OF THE GODS, POSSESSING ASPECTS OF EACH GOD THAT THEY HAVE MADE. OFTENTIMES, NIVET APPEARS AS FEMALE, ALTHOUGH THEY LIVE OUTSIDE OF THE GENDER SPECTRUM AND CAN APPEAR AS EITHER GENDER.
NIVET IS CONSIDERED THE MOTHER OF ALL FELINES, BOTH DIVINE AND OTHERWISE.
Nivet’s powers increase during the equinoxes and are least powerful during the solstices. The Festival of Nivet occurs during New Years, when the past and future are balanced and Nivet is at their strongest.
As Chief Divinity, Nivet is the most powerful god. Their role is akin to Tsar. They have the most power to appear to those outside of the group of felines specifically dedicated to them and is the most likely to such. Having Nivet appear before one is considered lucky. They give the most prophetic warnings, though they often appear accompanied by a lesser god.
ABILITIES : appear corporeal, visual projection, and use the abilities of their sons and daughters, can lessen the effects of their children's powers if needed to protect the mortals
ONLY HIGH RANKING FELINES MAY BE DEDICATED TO NIVET.
RPED BY SINFUL
THE GOD OF LIFE - CAUIL caw-eel / MANUL / MALE
THE GOD OF LIFE AND REGENERATION. CAUIL WAS THE FIRST GOD CREATED BY NIVET, AND IS OFTEN CONSIDERED THE GOD OF SUFFERING OR MISFORTUNE.
His powers increase during Spring, during which Festival of Cauil occurs, and is most powerful on the Spring Equinox.
Those dedicated to Cauil are often times warned to have a very difficult live in which many obstacles will present themselves. It is believed that only through misfortune and suffering may cats grow stronger.
VALUES: Challenging circumstances, overcoming difficulties, personal growth, misfortune
ABILITIES: Creation of life, transmutation
RPED BY HONEYSTORM
THE GOD OF ORDER - DEVONEI dehv-oh-nay / RUSTY-SPOTTED CAT / MALE
THE GOD OF THE RULE OF LAW AND PUNISHMENT. HE IS THE CRUELEST OF THE GODS AS HE HAS NO PATIENCE FOR THOSE WHO BREAK THE RULES.
The Festival of Devonei occurs in Winter, during which Devonei’s powers increase. He is most powerful on the Winter solstice.
Cats dedicated to Devonei follow the law as it is written. They are the ones who demand justice and recompense for the sins committed against the group. They are often the least tolerant of the felines and they often have a low value for life itself. These cats are often merciless. Most felines that go on to be selected as the Ut Religiousness were first dedicated to Devonei.
ABILITIES : Destruction, punishment. Devonei can do anything from inflicting infertility to elemental influence if it is done to punish against the transgressions
RPED BY USERNAME
THE GOD OF DEATH - MARLI mar-lee / BLACK-FOOTED CAT / FEMALE
THE GOD OF DEATH AND MERCY. MARLI IS THE MOST PATIENT AND UNDERSTANDING. SHE COMMITS THE FINAL JUDGEMENT UPON DEATH. DESPITE BEING THE GOD OF DEATH, SHE IS KNOWN TO DEFEND THE LIVING.
The Festival of Marli occurs in Autumn, during which Marli’s powers increase. She is most powerful on the Autumn equinox.
Disciples of Marli are often the most empathic and patient towards others.They believe the world can only be changed through good acts, and have a tendency to support the underdogs. Most who acquire medical positions were dedicated to Marli in their infancy.
THE GOD OF CHAOS - TIVERONAH tiv-ehr-own-ah / OCELOT / FEMALE
THE GOD OF CHAOS AND DISORDER. TIVERONAH IS THE YOUNGEST OF THE GODS AND THRIVES ON CHAOS. SHE IS THE TROUBLE-MAKER GOD, AND IF THERE IS A TIME TOO LONG OF PEACE, SHE IS KNOWN TO CHANGE THAT QUICKLY.
The Festival of Tiveronah occurs in Summer, during which Tiveronah’s powers increase. She is most powerful on the Summer solstice.
Those dedicated to Tiveronah are generally cats with grey morality at best. Even though these cats are impish in nature, they do not break the core laws of BrookClan. Their chaos, then, is controlled.