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WELCOME TO THE MONARCHY. Have you ever wanted to be part of a group that worships gods? Do you feel like you don't fit into traditional clan structures? Well, the Monarchy of BrookClan might just be right for you. A hybrid of rogue and clan life paired with a unique societal hierarchy, the Monarchy is a unique blend of group and clan, one with unique customs and a way of life that's a little different than other groups. Daunted by this? Don't be! If you feel uncomfortable at any time rping some of the stranger traditions, feel free to create a normal clan cat. After all, before the Monarchy united with BrookClan, BrookClan was just your run of the mill traditional clan. We are more than happy to meet you where ever you are in your RP journey, whether that be jumping right into the unique characteristics of the Monarchy or learning the ropes with a traditional BrookClan cat. Because of this, we accept both rogue and clan names. There is no preference one way or the other, and it is completely up to what you are comfortable with !
The majority of the BrookClan information can be found on the BrookClan page, which you can access if you click this link. However, as a quick crash course, BrookClan joinable ranks are as follows: CYD the highest level of royalty that is not in a formal leadership position. you must be closely related to the tsar or directly appointed by the tsar to this rank. to inquire about joining as this position message ian DVORYANNE the lowest level of royalty that is not in a formal leadership position. you can only join as a dvoryanne if your family is dvoryanne, etc. to inquire about joining as this position message ian VIONY your average warrior. most cats will be this rank, and it is open for anyone to join as KADET your average apprentice. your cat is able to join as this rank, but to join you either must find a mentor before joining or you must be willing to wait until the next ceremonies (every 6 weeks) for a mentor DAMY your average queen. this is an open rank for anyone to join as PODAROK otherwise known as poda. your average kitten. this is an open rank for anyone to join as
TO JOIN, please fill out this form : note, please keep this in the smallest font possible. CATS NAME / USERNAME BIO Dedicated to insert god name here if you need information on the gods, click here. Rank As always, it is not mandatory to wait to have your cat's bio officially accepted and put on the page before you may start roleplaying. If there is any sort of problem with your character, ian will message you as soon as possible to get it sorted ! note : a cat may be denied for any reason, but the reason will be expressed to you immediately upon denial.
If your cat is not in format, it will not be added. THIS INCLUDES DEDICATIONS.
If you have a royal cat and miss an AC, you may re add that cat as royal once. After it is deleted a second time, you forfeit rights to royalty and your cat will be added as a viony.
If you have any questions whatsoever, do not hesitate to message ian or any of the other staff !
CINDERPAW / SUNGMETUTANKAWAYLAKE Cinderfur was born to Toy, her Mother, who is a Dvoryanne of the Royal House of Sterling and an Unknown tom of BrookClan. Being born in a royal house, one would think that she would be stuck up and pushy, but that isn't the case. Cinderfur has three different stages of traits. Her good traits are being kind , beautiful inside and out, loyal and determined. Her bad traits are being secretive and her neutral traits are being out-going, alert , balanced and disciplined. Cinderfur's personality and belief's are how she conducts her life. She often works herself to the breaking point because she wants to be the best at everything. She is quick to help other's even if they didn't ask. Most of her deeds go unnoticed, which makes her a little sad, but at the same time she doesn't expect much of a reward. That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t like attention though. In truth, Cinderfur loves to be acknowledged, because as a kind cat, her little deeds of good, often go unnoticed. It hurts Cinderfur inside a little whenever a cat doesn’t notice or acknowledge something she goes out of her way to do, but she continues being kind, because when someone says ‘thanks’ or remarks on her kindness, it makes up for all the times the things she did went unnoticed. If given a reward, she won't refuse it. Cinderfur is determined to be the best cat she can be, to make the right choice, even if it hurts others. Cinderfur's pelt is as beautiful as her soul and actions. Cinderfur's main pelt color is a light grey and white. On top of it she has dark to light fading grey stripes. Her nose is a bright pink hue as well as the insides of her ears. Her eyes are a deep blue like a shadow that casts itself on a pool of water at night. Her eyes don't betray much , only that they hide many things, that they are allowed to see. She hopes that some day she will have a mate and kits of her own, and maybe one day she can become either a Tsar or Vrachi of BrookClan. Cinderfur is dedicated to Devonei, God of Order. KADET (MENTOR IS EMBRY ROLEPLAYED BY IAN) Dedicated to Devonei
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Nov 25, 2018 23:55:23 GMT -5
KILLIAN / PRIMORDIALHAZE The eldest of the Angora quadruplets. Killian takes his job as head of household very strictly. While he and his siblings are not natives to BrookClan he has made sure to cultivate a place for them there. Born into a family of kittypets raised for shows and towleg pleasures he and his three siblings are of pure Angora blood. Killian is a medium sized cat built for long distance and not as strongly built as his younger brother Emmet. Killian is all white with a long thick flat pelt that hangs from his form like a cloak. His has large paws and tuft tipped sharp pointed ears. Killian is slow to anger and much more diplomatic than his siblings. He is thoughtful and tends to be sought out when someone needs a fried to lean on. Killian is much slower in making decisions and considers all aspect and sides of a story. It was Killian's vision of a higher power that led his family to escaping their twoleg cages and finding their way to BrookClan. Killian sees himself building a life in BrookClan alongside his siblings, falling in love, and raising a family. He respect the gods and the authority of the Tsar and Cyd. Killian has bright blue eyes. VIONY Dedicated to Marli
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 Killian 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. VIONY Dedicated to Tiveronah
CATRIONA / PRIMORDIALHAZE 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 Killian 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 Killian. 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. VIONY Dedicated to Devonei
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. VIONY Dedicated to Cauil
ZAHKAR / 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. Dvoryanne ( House of Ranveig) Dedicated to Tiveronah
MISHA / 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. Dvoryanne (house of Caerwyn) Detdicated to Cauil
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. Viony Dedicated to Devonei
MONARCHKIT(BUTTERFLY) / HOLLYPAW She has russet orange like fur with black streaks going along her with black legs. She has dew drop vanilla blonde spots along her legs making her resemble a monarch butterfly. Stolen from DayClan at a young age, she barely remembers where she spent her first few moons. While she knows that BrookClan isn't where she was born, she doesn't know anything else. But is she loyal to the clan? Nobody knows, herself included. She doesn't know if she'll return to where she was born, of if she'll stay where she was raised.
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
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Post by Primordialhaze on Dec 10, 2018 0:06:30 GMT -5
KILLIAN / PRIMORDIALHAZE The eldest of the Angora quadruplets. Killian takes his job as head of household very strictly. While he and his siblings are not natives to BrookClan he has made sure to cultivate a place for them there. Born into a family of kittypets raised for shows and towleg pleasures he and his three siblings are of pure Angora blood. Killian is a medium sized cat built for long distance and not as strongly built as his younger brother Emmet. Killian is all white with a long thick flat pelt that hangs from his form like a cloak. His has large paws and tuft tipped sharp pointed ears. Killian is slow to anger and much more diplomatic than his siblings. He is thoughtful and tends to be sought out when someone needs a fried to lean on. Killian is much slower in making decisions and considers all aspect and sides of a story. It was Killian's vision of a higher power that led his family to escaping their twoleg cages and finding their way to BrookClan. Killian sees himself building a life in BrookClan alongside his siblings, and their families. He respect the gods and the authority of the Tsar and Cyd. Killian has bright blue eyes.
Dedicated to Marli
This is Killian's new (revised) description for the Curate position :3 Image sent to Ian.
TIGERPAW(STRIPE) / APPLE Tigerstripe has always been fond of pleasure. His hunt is not only for fresh-kill, but for she-cats. From a young age, he observed relationships. He decided that he would never settle down and that he would explore every option he has available to him. He's smooth, witty, and can never get enough of breaking a heart. He's only ever cared about satisfaction, and has no remorse for others; however, he does not appear this way. He seems kind, patient, loving, and gentle. But when he is done with a female, he throws her away without a second thought. His good looks have gotten the attention of many of his Clanmates. He is an athletic-built orange tabby with hazel eyes; in the daytime, his they appear green, but when night falls they become amber.
(his apprentice is rped by ladym, i'll update this when i have the name!)
look whos actually writing bios its me i'm just going to add them mysellf in like 4 minutes but i actually dont have any log of cat bios so uh sweats
SPICEKIT / BLOOM / IAN / Tiveronah 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.
MYLES / IAN / Marli ROYAL THROUGH THE HARLOW BLOODLINE If you called him lazy, you probably wouldn't be too far off, but he'd call himself uninspired. A feline that was born into royalty with a personality much better fit a normal lifestyle. Perhaps this is because he was forced into the life of prim and proper, into a mold that he didn't fit. He might have been a little different if he wasn't born in the paws of royalty, told exactly how to be. However, he was. This has left him brooding and unfortunate, forced into a life not meant or him.
VIATRIX / Tiveronah 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. Royal through Kerrigan
ALEZANDER / Devonei 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. Royal through Kerrigan (Cyd)
PARADISE / HONEYSTORM Have you ever imagined something so vividly in your head that it feels real? You can feel the warm sands and the smell the salty air, the breeze kisses your skin and you can see every minute detail of the shimmering waves beyond as they fade out into the horizon. This world of created reality is the one in which Paradise lives her days, fantasizing about love and romanticizing the idea of the utopia she hopes to one day live in. Her soulmate is out there, somewhere they're waiting patiently for her, for that fateful day they meet and everything falls perfectly into place. She is waiting for the day she can walk into the sunset with her flawless other half, for the day they can remake the world in their image, a place without fear or hunger. Paradise desires to live in a place where she can rule with a firm, but benevolent paw, a home where there are no secrets, no plots or politics, because there is no jealousy or greed. She searches ceaselessly for this fantasy world of her creation, where all evils have been driven out and only good remains. The sand darkens and fades to tall trees and the whispering breeze fades away to hushed chatter in your presence. The ocean becomes nothing more than a sea of pelts, and the sea salt air dissipates as though it never were. Paradise, no matter what images she conjures in her mind's eye, does not live in a utopia. Her perfect lover almost certainly doesn't exist, as the world itself is inherently flawed. A piece of her soul flakes away as reality returns and her heart aches to return to the flawless paradise. A calico cat, small and lithe, with a goddess' smile, iridescent eyes of sea green, and an innocent persona, yet one who loses just a little bit more of herself every day that she's forced to realize the paradisaical daydream doesn't exist. A ghost, always searching for what is just at her fingertips as she fades more with each step she takes. Outwardly, she's the heart breaker, the flirt, the "polyamorous" daughter of the Tsar, and the utter opposite of Antarctica with her almost overbearing optimism and borderline naivety. But inwardly, deep within the recesses of her mind, beyond the distance horizon, lies a little cage. It rattles and screams, until one day, the locked door will be shattered, releasing the malcontent contents out into the world beyond. Inside is all the feelings and thoughts that don't belong in her perfect world. Anger and hatred, fear and madness, manipulative tendencies and a willingness to betray all she knows, lie within, the last of all these the loudest in her mind by far. If it would bring her the utopia she desires, no friend, foe, or clanmate would be spared. No one will keep her from her paradise. PODAROK Dedicated to Marli
He’s either wildly stupid or dangerously intelligent. He’s Kerrigan’s most fragile son, the delicate way a wolf was patient rather than a flower was precious. He seemingly floats above the dark blurry messes of moral ambiguity, doubt, trouble. Like he was born winged above the masses and could simply doze off on clouds while the cats who were grounded could argue and spar. His fur is like silky smoke cascading down his obsidian pressed fur like water drowned of sunlight. Descriptions clash, some say his markings are the color of gardenias, some say it’s the color of moonlight. He has a white muzzle with a stripe between his eyes. His legs are white, but stop a quarter of the way up. His eyes are such an icy blue they almost look white. He’s primitive, in touch with people’s beginnings and sharing an understanding with a person that they have yet to discover about themselves. His face can come off very punchable given his the eloquence he carries accompanied with such a knowing instinct about everyone that he couldn’t possibly know. Kres is more of an experience, someone who makes you feel something rather than someone meant to be understood.
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Post by brightleaf on Jan 18, 2019 14:23:32 GMT -5
SEPHORA [namechangelater]// brightleaf
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 ___.
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. PODAROK Dedicated to Cauil if you need information on the gods, click here.
Post by finchwhisker on Feb 7, 2019 21:02:03 GMT -5
LITTLESTEP / FINCHWHISKER A small she-cat with large ears, wide, frosty blue eyes, and thin, soft fur that scarcely manages to cover her pink skin. She looks eternally worried, and has the compulsive habit of licking her nose every few moments, to the point that it's dry and cracked. Her whiskers are short and stubbly and her tail more like a rat's than a cat's, each vertebra painfully visible beneath the fine fur. A particularly nervous cat, Littlestep's anxiety shows itself in a short temper and high-strung aggression - where there is worry, there is acidity spat out through bared teeth; where there is dread that keeps her awake at night and rings her under-eyes, there are sneers and mockery. She is wary of growing close to other cats, and prefers to keep a safe distance between her and them. She likes to keep busy, and more often than not works well into the night, the only cat still awake in the forest - to distract herself, to keep the anxiety at bay, to stop her closing her eyes. The anxiety keeps her awake, the sleepless nights make her jittery, and the nerves wear her temper taut and her patience thin. She doesn't like to talk about herself, and will deflect any questions with silence or hostility. Even so, she often finds herself watching other she-cats wistfully - what a thing it would be to feel safe enough to fall in love. But she doesn't. And she won't. Born a rogue, she grew up amidst street lights and hunger. She saw death, violence, starvation, greed; she saw that love was weakness, and weakness got you killed; she saw that the only way to survive was to close your heart and fill it with dust. When she was seven moons old, she took her own advice and left her brother, to whom she had been so close, in the middle of the night. Far better to be the one to leave than to be the one who is left behind. Far better to have her heart sewed up and sutured and cauterised, to stitch the wound up till it's little more than smooth white scar tissue and the memory of being loved, than it is to leave it raw and bloody and vulnerable. She stumbled onto BrookClan territory and made a new life for herself, bottling up all the fear and the grief and tucking it away behind her spine. But the past, she's learned, has a way of seeping out through the stitches, and anxiety is such a lovely companion to trauma. VIONY Dedicated to Marli