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

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