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*I use an asterisk to mark the characters I have developed the most. Zero stars means I have work to do. One star means that I've started that work I'm not sure what two stars means but its better than one.
And you're not allowed to bully me for the number of cats I have with names that start with "C"
She's a perfect storm of roses and thorns. A rose seeking to live as a wildflower. Her disarming quiet curl of her lips and suave rhythmic voice is like casting a silent love spell. Kinkedrose is a scottish fold with mistletoe green eyes and silver shadow tabby patterns. She has folded ears and a feathery red tail resembling a fox. She’s uncharted territory like the sea and yet no one fears drowning when exploring her. She has a pretty please honey sweet way of talking that's as hypnotizing to listen to as a siren. This she-cat is the kind of girl the moon chased and stars wished for. When she’s with another cat she hangs on their every word and looks at them like they’re the only person in the world. There’s such a cosmic feeling that there’s no one else in this universe, but Rose and you. Her dusty grey fur shimmers along the dark florescent patterns that dance across her pelt like a shadowy garden of swirls and chaotic lines. These stripes give off such an intense pattern that larger predators often confuse these patterns for eyes of a bigger animal and will flee at the sight of her. Originally from DayClan, Kinkedrose moved to FallClan after falling in love with Thrushstar. She lived with him and then without him for many moons until she finally came to terms with the fact that he was never coming back. Heartbroken and defeated, this silvery she-cat decided to return to the only place she has ever really called home... only to find it has changed greatly in her absence. She doesn't really know what she wants anymore. While her charm has not faded one bit, it is marred with a silent sorrow.
Notable Family: Wispyfeather (mother), Snowprince (father), Atticus (Renegade Regime brother), Timesquandor (SunClan half-uncle), Lastaffair (SunClan half-aunt), Cutthroat (SummerClan half-uncle) click here for family tree.
Fun Facts:
Her biography was mostly written by Faith - who did a fantastic job!
She was born in SunClan, spent her kithood in the Renegade Regime, trained in DayClan, then immigrated to FallClan for several moons before moving back to DayClan.
She hates small and confined spaces (which is probably why she didn't stay in RR for very long)
She's a rather skilled hunter; she got a lot of practice in FallClan
In her youth, she would wear pink carnations tucked into each ear; nowadays she only does this for special occasions
This lovely lady had three different roleplayers before me.
A handsome long-haired ginger tabby tom with light green eyes. As a rogue kit, Bloodyrondo was convinced he was destined for greatness, and he made it clear to anyone who would listen that he would someday be a very important cat. His image of grandeur only intensified when he was selected as Priest Promised. Even before his promotion, he thought very highly of himself to the point it would be fair to call him a narcissist. It is with good reason; he is always well-groomed, is a skilled Warrior and can be extremely likable. He does not shy away from hard work and seems to know just what to say to put a worried clanmate at ease. Yet, he fails when it comes to team-work since, as far as he is concerned, no one else can quite do it as well as he can. He is also quick to anger and has been known to initiate a physical fight over even the smallest altercation. Bloodyrondo is not one to apologize for his actions, but is quick to forgive and does not hold grudges. In fact, he will act as if nothing ever happened after, even after the most reprehensible dispute. This tom is truly devoted to the success of SunClan and is a dear friend to those who can look past his sometimes oscillating personality; however, if he doubts someone's faith, he would not lose any sleep ending that cat's life.
A pretty calico she-cat with purple eyes. This she-cat's fur is predominantly black with ginger lightly peppered throughout. She has some notable patches of auburn bengal markings on her face, chest, front right paw and left hind leg. She also has white fur on her underbelly, front left and back right paws. Discordantmelody dislikes her name as it is an insult to her father and prefers to go by the name Dismel. She is a soft-spoken she-cat that is best known for being extremely stealthy. If she did not have the habit of humming to herself, not a soul would hear her approach, even in the most hazardous of settings. She has a cruel streak and is a sadist for sure, but she is not necessarily an evil cat. Dismel is simply awful at reading and interpreting the behaviors of other cats, so she just says whatever she wants, regardless of the situation. Likewise, no one can quite get a read on her. A lecture, a fight, an embrace, a compliment, she receives all of them with the same bemused smile. She spends a lot more time in Primal Instinct than she should thanks to her dual citizenship as daughter of Foxbane and Funk E'tan. She thinks she can get away with almost anything and usually does. Some gossip that it's only a matter of time before she goes to visit her father and never returns to SunClan... after all, it's no secret that does not respect the Sun God very much.
Fairly good-looking, an average Warrior, nothing special: In other words, the only thing that really makes Roble stand out is his large size. His medium-length pelt is a fairly light, warm brown, while his mackerel tabby stripes are dark, almost black. He has a white chest, belly and front paws and sharp hazel eyes. This tom is very down-to-earth and has an agreeable disposition. He often crouches low to the ground when talking with cats smaller than himself. This tom usually lets stronger personalities have their way, making many mistake him as a pushover. Roble simply dislikes semantics and would rather go forward with a good plan than waste time arguing about the "perfect" one. He is quite clever and quick-witted, but rarely offers his opinion unless directly asked. Roble values connections with others above all else and treasures his friends and family. He was not so sure about the Moon Goddess when he still lived in MoonClan and is just as skeptical about the Sun God now. Roble did not want to join SunClan but when the options are initiate or die, the choice was a no brainer. He's a pretty simple tom, always has a smile on his face, dependable, trustworthy. Just do not cross him; he does not forgive easily and will put his life on the line for any of his clanmates... or any anyone he loves.
Caramel cream fur cascades down this she-cat's hourglass figure like a river of brown sugar and cinnamon swirls. Her eyes are greener than the planet in an almost other-worldly way and certainly leave an impression. Caramelcream is a fairly large she-cat although she is more tall than wide. Her WinterClan ancestry graces her pelt with billowy, cushion-like fur that makes her look twice her actual size even when laying flat. While not a conventional beauty, her personality and fluff surely turns heads, and any cat who isn't intimidated by the whirlwind that is Caramelcream would describe her as "cute" and "adorable." She loves just about everything and everyone but has zero impulse control. She’s what she would call a go getter, someone who goes after what she wants while still glowing inside and out like a mini sun. You can't not like her but you actively find yourself avoiding her. She also might have a touch of ADHD as you might find her a tad bit hyper as well as teetering from one subject to the next. She also has short term memory loss, which certainly does not help. Her mother tries to get her to shut up by medicating her, but, much to Mistyveil’s tireless hours of research, nothing seems to work on her as she proves to be her mother’s eternal hell with her non stop imagination and talkative nature.
A gray-brown torbie/tabby she-cat with evergreen eyes. Her fur has faint ginger mottles which dulls the black of her stripes to amber-brown in patches. She is average in size with short, coarse fur and long, lean legs. Cypressblaze frequently volunteers for patrols and never sits still for very long. She is a very direct she-cat and a skillful communicator, but she does not yield very easily, especially when she knows she is right. That being said, she has a good heart, rarely complains, and would do anything for her clanmates. Cypressblaze tends to put the needs of others ahead of her own and is always the last cat to take a break. She is very concerned with how others see her and is always striving for approval and acknowledgment; a simple “good job” goes a long way for this she-cat. This sometimes makes her a little easy to manipulate, but she takes it in stride, happy to help. Few would guess when she is really upset because she is always radiating confidence even if she is in pieces on the inside. Whenever she is feeling discouraged, she turns to the Moon for guidance. The Moon gives her strength when all else fails; when it is high in the sky, Cypressblaze is at her strongest. Her personal relationship with her goddess is one of the few topics she does not speak of openly.
A gray-and-white tom with one blue eye and one green eye. His pelt is mostly snowy with just a few scattered gray tabby patches on the left side of his face, back and tail. He isn't a particularly large tom but is rather imposing nonetheless; he always has a no-nonsense expression on his face and perfect posture. Reserved by nature, he would never tell you this but he believes himself to be cursed, whereas others might say he is gifted. Since the day he was born, Constantine has seen the world differently than most. Not quite in color but not exactly in black and white either. To him colors are diluted except in one aspect: the most vibrant colors he sees are the auras he can observe emanating from those around him. With this ‘gift’ came the burden of being able to tell whether a cat was good or evil or somewhere in between. This troubles him because he feels it is not his place to judge others. Having no desire to burden others, he keeps this part of himself a secret even from those he loves, which are few, and even then he will scarcely ever admit that he loves anyone. The self he chooses to share with the world is: calm, kind and patient in almost everything he does even when he comes across as cold or withdrawn.
Notable Family: None
Fun Facts:
His biography was mostly written by Stark Raving Mad - who did a fantastic job!
He has a real soft spot for kits since they rarely have negative auras... but he doesn't quite know how to interact with them properly
A seal point tom with pale blue eyes. Hollowground looks very much like a siamese cat with his long legs, thin frame, and sharp, angular face. His points are a dark, dark brown - very nearly black - and cast a cream-colored shadow over the whites of his pelt. He is not a particularly large tom but he is taller than average, although most cats wouldn't know this because he slouches all the time. He is known to be a little abrasive but very sure-footed and skilled in both hunting and fighting. In fact, he may even be a prodigy if only he applied himself a little bit more. Lately, though, he has been slacking. He does not like being told what to do and gets annoyed very easily when others can't keep up with him. He often sets his clanmates up to fail just so he can chastise them for it, although he doesn't know why he does it because it doesn't bring him any pleasure. Maybe it's just that this seal point tom has a rebellious streak and likes to stir the pot. He tends to hang out with the new ex-rouge members of MoonClan more than his family would like out of spite even though he doesn't really like the newcomers either. The truth is that Hollowground does not know what he wants. He just feels... unhappy. Hollow. It was a cruel joke to be given a name that so aptly reflects his heart. Nothing seems exciting to him and he often roams across borders looking for something, anything, to catch his eye and spirit him away somewhere more exciting...
A black tom with kaleidoscope eyes. His fur is vantablack and apt to swallow all light that touches it. If not for his eyes, which hold innumerable shifting colors, he could easily be confused with the void. Creaturecrawl comes across as rather mysterious and charming, with a soft accent lilting the ends of his words; however, underneath that beauty and magnificence there is a terror waiting to be unleashed. He is a deadly tom with wicked obsidian claws and unusually long canine teeth. He fights like a cat wounded, twisting and turning at odd angles, contorting himself as if his own body were liquid. To many, he is a monster, impulsive, unpredictable; to others, he is nothing more than a big goof who is apt to trip over his own feet. Pure nonsense. A walking contradiction. He can be petulant but is slow to anger. He is cantankerous but does not often complain. This tom has the tendency to make up new words and use them as if they are common-tongue. He wants to unsettle you. He wants to make you feel uncomfortable, dim-witted, frustrated. A cry in terror, a nervous laugh, he receives these reactions much like how you feel gratification when someone likes your thread or sends you a compliment. Creaturecrawl is an uncanny tom with a knack for mischief and a thirst for blood: He is probably rotten to the core but could maybe be your best friend? You can't quite pin him down and that's just how he likes it.
Notable Family: None
Fun Facts:
He is fiercely loyal to Illustratedrose and remains constantly at her side.
Name: Poppypaw (mask) Aliases: Poppyheart (fake Warrior name; used in DayClan) Group: SummerClan *currently in DayClan* Rank: Apprentice (Garden Keeper) Mentor: Firelight (deceased), Lavendarblood Mate: None Sexuality: Mostly straight Alignment: Chaotic Good Birthday: June 2019 (created 12/02/2019) Bloodline: Half SummerClan / Half Kittypet
Poppypaw has thick, cream-colored fur with auburn tabby markings on her back legs and around her bondi-blue eyes. She is average in height and build, although maybe a little on the chubby side. This she-cat has small, tufted ears and a stubby tail that swishes from side to side often, regardless of her present mood. She is very friendly but complains about pretty much everything. She has a bad habit of lying just to make herself look good or explain away some mistake. She does this so frequently that she even tricks herself into believing it. Poppypaw is usually figured out pretty quickly, though, but will never remit her lies, no matter how outrageous. Her heart is in the right place but her shallowness makes it hard for her to make deep connections with other cats. As a result, she tends to come on strong: very chatty, very annoying. She is not a smart cat and tends to believe anything anyone tells her. This she-cat struggles with most jobs but is surprisingly skilled with tasks that require finesse. For example, she cannot take a step into the forest without making a racket, but she can weave together an impressive flower crown. Poppypaw also has an affinity for plants and can recognize almost any flower or herb by scent or leaf alone, which is perhaps her most useful skill, and proof that there is more to this she-cat than just what meets the eye. Poppypaw is currently going by the name Poppyheart and is residing in DayClan as a surrogate mother for Fuzzyheat and Peachbush.
A light silver-tabby she-cat with amber eyes. Wispycloud clearly has some maine coon ancestry with her well-defined muzzle, thick, wispy fur and large frame. Her medium-long fur is frosty silver in color like a spring storm cloud; swirly, with faint tabby stripes, fading smoothly from gray to white. Her fiery amber eyes cut right through the haze and assert themselves almost like a warning. While Wispycloud is generally an agreeable she-cat, she is not a pushover. She will always make her opinion known and really thinks every situation through from beginning to end. She doesn't fuss if her idea is not chosen so long as it was considered. This she-cat is very honest and non-rebellious; however, she is apt to tag along if she suspects mischief is afoot. Wispycloud isn't the type of cat to rat anyone out but she doesn't want anyone getting hurt. She's pro-active is all: She thinks that it's better to stay ahead of the problem than any other side of it. She has a strong moral code and always tries to do what she thinks is best. Go ahead and call her a goody-two shoes. She may grimace at the nickname but she's a little proud of it too. You will be hard pressed to find a more trustworthy friend but she can be a little boring if you don't push her buttons every once in awhile.
Name: Blue Aliases: Black (erroneously by Funk) Group: Primal Instinct Rank: Shaman Mentor: Nyiradessa Mate: None (but her heart belongs to Funk) Sexuality: Straight Alignment: True Neutral Birthday: 09/26/2018 (created 09/26/2019) Bloodline: Loner
Born in the dead of winter, Blue has the typical sob story of losing her family at a young age; however, she feels nothing but mild annoyance when she thinks of them. They died because they were weak, simple as that. Unfortunately, Blue inherited some of that weakness, too. She is a small, skinny black she-cat, with short, lusterless fur and icy blue eyes. She looks malnourished (because she is) due to a mystery illness she has been fighting all her life. While she sometimes uses her unassuming appearance to her advantage, Blue knew early on that she had no business being a fighter. She instead relies on her sharp mind for survival and has done a great job of it so far. In personality, she is short and to the point, primarily because she does not like to waste time and hates working with others. Some question why she hasn't deserted the League if she hates it so much, but she has an unshakeable loyalty to the group that few can match. Perhaps that loyalty and her intelligence was why Funk selected her to be Mage. Blue certainly did not ask for the position. Actually, she was livid to find out he had given her a title; she had lived her whole life avoiding other cats. It was a joke to think that the hermit-cat Blue - who could hardly even take care of her own health issues - would be expected to do just that for the entire League's. Too bad she can never say 'no' to Funk E'tan. Her amorous attachment to the Nemesis is no secret but her devotion to him goes much, much deeper than that. She has long given up on winning his heart, though, and avoids being alone with him. She owes not just the League but also Funk a debt that she will never be able to repay and will sacrifice her own happiness if that's what it takes.
Notable Family: Creek (son), Pitter Patter (daughter), Patter (daughter, deceased)
Fun Facts:
She suffers from a malabsorption disorder
She was given her name because when a PI Ambassador found her, she was so cold her paw pads looked "blue."
Fish is her favorite food
She is about 25% Siamese
She was a Hunter in the Ambassador District before becoming Mage and later Shaman
She dislikes kits
Adoption Thread: N/A
Awards: October 2019 Pair of the Month: Blue (Jadie) & Funk E'tan (Berry)
A grayish brown bengal with stormy gray-blue eyes. Creek is average in size and height although a little on the skinny side. His fur is short and soft but not particularly shiny as often observed in other bengals. In fact, from a distance, he doesn't really even look like a bengal at all, his markings loose, more like ripples than rosettes. In personality, Creek is extremely friendly and personable. He smiles freely and is quick to compliment, but not in the suck-up kind of way, he just has a knack of knowing exactly what you want to hear. Creek is a little bit of a genius who catches on to anything from others' desires to obscure battle strategies with ease. His sharp memory is no doubt thanks having exceedingly intelligent parents, Funk E'tan and Blue. Most cats look at him as a bit of a golden child who has everything. Good looks, a decent pedigree, brains as well as brawn. His heart, however, is empty. He feels abandoned by his parents who are equally there and not there for him. Creek thrives of approval but never got that from those in his life that matters the most. His only way to cope was to detach himself. His smiles do not quite reach his eyes. This is perhaps the reason why he struggles to make true lasting connections with anyone: instead of a few best friends, he's an acquaintance to all. Oh well, it's also a strength in a way, seeing as he doesn't bat an eye to do what many others may consider unthinkable. Blocking one's conscience has its perks, but how long can he keep this up before he cracks?
Vain. An insult Louella wears with pride. To be fair, she is very beautiful, with an angular face, tall, thin frame and upturned eyes. Exotic, another compliment. Her cinnamon classic tabby stripes stand out bold and brilliant against her long, cream-colored pelt. She has a freckling of dusty-brown fur across her nose bridge just below her large, pale blue eyes. Louella loves to dress up in kittypet collars, sweaters, even colorful claw caps, and is rarely seen without some sort of twoleg-created apparel. She wears them until they get dirty then discards them forever, eager to acquire the next piece, not one to cling to any single fashion for long. This she-cat tends to form impressions of others based purely on how they look. To her, "ugly" cats are scum and "beautiful" cats are fellow royalty. At first, Louella comes across as a fairly normal she-cat, albeit a little too forward. The closer she gets with another cat, though, the more assertive she becomes. She has quite the princess mentality and will do just about anything to get her way. It's not really her fault; Lorah, her adoptive father, always encouraged her impulsiveness. Her adoptive mother, Gossamer Alessandra, only further indulged her most wicked inclinations. Do not let her sometimes ridiculous appearance fool you, for this tabby is just as lethal as any of her clanmates.
"Arrogant, loyal, and loud. He's especially tall, with a squeaky laugh and screetching sort of voice, especially when he's nervous or scared. He, is, however, very accident prone, terrible with faces, a hypochondriac and germonphobe to the extreme. At the same time, though he tends to panic quickly, when he is calm, he is dangerously intelligent, and tends to prefer torturing cats... so long as he can keep his paws clean, of course."
