SWEETKIT victory
Roleplayed by Phantom
Like the depths of a lake, Sweetvicory’s pelt is shades of dark grays and blues. Shadows lurking under the surface, moving and shifting as she moves.. But up above, a sunrise, seeking to illuminate the waters surface in rich golds, vibrant oranges, and subtle strokes of yellow. Like the sunrise on the lake, Sweetvictory seeks to bring joy and love into the lives of those around her. Her left eye is an intense amber, like a pool of fire while her right eye is split down the middle, two colors fighting for dominance around her pupil, a cool blue melting into fiery amber. You are far more likely to catch her in the midst of singing a random song, than in a sour mood. Sweetvictory is quick to become attached to anything and anyone that she deems ‘cute’. She keeps the objects and cats close, refusing to give them up until she grows bored and moves onto the next ‘cute’ thing to capture her attention. She is very open and friendly, with little fear of anything. Even going up to complete strangers and rubbing up against them like they are a long lost friend. When she talks she likes to be touching others, much to her brother’s dismay. Sweetvictory is the only daughter of Lionpride and Pollendrone, with seven over protective brothers ready to interrogate and intimidate anyone unfortunate enough to catch her fancy, especially toms. They constantly worry about her safety and happiness, working together to guide her away from danger to keep her innocent as long as possible. Unlike some of her brothers who have strange senses of taste, she has none at all. Sweetvictory thought at first that it was normal for food to have no flavor but, after hearing others talk about how different tastes were depending on the prey and how delicious something was she learned that it was her who was different. Of course she hadn’t been upset about it though, it meant she could eat whatever she wanted and not have to worry about it being gross.

Zodiac Sign - Dreams
Kit

ASSERTIVEKIT will
Roleplayed by woof
He might resemble mist hanging over an iced-over lake, light grays mixing between darker shades where it's more dense, white intermixed, and ginger blitzes like the gentle stroke of dawning sunbeams. His eyes are the same sunny warmth, golden and gleaming. The image stops there, however, for despite his pelt painting quite the pretty picture, one of peace and privacy, Assertivewill is anything but. His words are caustic and jabbing, acid-tipped blades; his self-awareness minimal, which might serve to worsen his flaws, as he either doesn't recognize them or doesn't care; and trying to speak to him is harder than talking to a brick wall-- because at least bricks can't talk back. He is not the most desirable company to keep, but he is loyal to an almost disastrous fault. The downside to this is that his loyalties can be very touch-and-go, depending on how they suit him. While he would gladly follow whoever's leading the clan through fire and flood, and would be the first to smother the flames with his own body or drown trying to fight the current if his family was in danger, were something else to come along and alter his admittedly gullible world view, he would no sooner close the doors, shrug his shoulders, and claim the smoldering remains were fallen stars or that the earth was only wet because a bunch of kittens had cried themselves dry. Unapologetically, too. Finding remorse in him is near impossible, yet somehow he ends up with cats on his side, those who follow him noting that his brutally honest personality leaves no room for questions. Assertivewill is who he says he is. And if you don't like it, he won't lose sleep over it. Though, even if he might find himself enjoying another's company, calling them friends and even remembering their name is beneath him. He assigns nicknames to whoever crosses paths with him and, like his mindless observations, these nicknames tell exactly what he thinks about the other cats. Despite his sandpaper tongue and rough edges, perhaps the lap of calm waters may smooth out some of his sharpness.
Kit
Dreams

SHARPKIT fangs
roleplayed by Stark
Tall, dark, and handsome, Sharpkit was named for his regal appearance. His midnight black fur, only broken by strands of silver moonlight radiating from his golden yellow gaze. Sharpkit is charming, yet mysterious. Drawing other cats to him like moths to a flame. However, once his baby teeth feel out and his more permanent adult teeth began to grow in was when the trouble began. Like most teething kittens, Sharpkit turned to chewing on things to ease the discomfort of his growing teeth. But unlike others, the pain never stopped, leaving him constantly seeking out things to chew on to ease the pain. He especially enjoys the sensation of biting through flesh, and gnawing on bones as a form of relief. He enjoys the metallic tang of blood, grow accustomed to it finding bone fat the most relieving for his teeth
Kit
Dreams

MIDNIGHTHOAX
roleplayed by Stark Raving Mad
A longhaired, deep rust brown tom with cobalt blue eyes and elegant swirls of black fur that travels down his legs and concentrates in black paws, as though he commands the shadows. He bears a charming smile and a silver tongue, an ambitious cat always looking to turn the tides to his advantage and the uncontested leader of the litter. Arrogant. Machiavellian.

PEPPERMINTKIT kiss
roleplayed by strawberrycupid
Not much needs to be said for Peppermintkiss. Like the flavor he was named after, he's overpowering and is best working with the same people. His fur is a rich and dark red, making him look like he's constantly bleeding. But even darker stripes swirl around his sides like the mints you get in the coldest parts of the year. His chest and muzzle are not as stained, white like clean cobwebs not yet used. And like many of his other siblings, his eyes are a pale green like dried herbs. One of the sons of Bloodystar and Anemoneshade, he always knew something was off. His father was very blasé with him and his siblings like he couldn't look them in the eyes. His mother gave them all enough love to be satisfied, but Pepperintkiss could never decide if he wanted his father in his life or not. He gets along well with his siblings, especially Watermelonsugar. Though when he's not with them, you'll generally find him by himself. He's a lone wolf, tending to forge his own path and not really care who else's he messes up on that way. Peppermintkiss doesn't care for what most cats think of him. Most days he can barely be bothered to get out of bed. A persistent raincloud rains on him, and he doesn't know how to shake it. He'll never get close enough to someone for anything more than a quick kiss. At least he figures.

Horoscope: i guess Dreams? if you want it to be something else jadie, it cool
Rank: Kit

Sharpkit is part of Honeysplash's newest litter and for Midnight I think it's Wind.

BOYSENBERRYKIT bite
Roleplayed by AtomHeart
A very angular looking cat with a sharp attitude to match. Boysenberrybite is well aware of who his family is and has mixed feelings about it. On one hand it is a powerful legacy that can be used for his advantage, on the other hand it is full of twisted killers with terrible secrets. He has not quite figured out how he wants to use it yet. Regardless he is a stunning cat with lilac fur spotted and swirled with silver and cream. Bright almond shaped eyes are a beautiful green, reminiscent of Bloodystar’s, his father. Boysenberry is a chatty, gossipy cat who does love a good rumor. There is very little that goes on around him that he doesn't know about.

Zodiac - Dreams?
Rank - kit

They will get a better bio as they grow.

CLOUDKIT strike
Roleplayed by turtlenoir
A large curly-furred taupe tom with white under-belly, chest, and paws and jade green eyes. He has an extremely fluffy tail and his fur is free of all tabby markings save for some dark bands on his legs. Like his father, Oakshade, Cloudstrike has a knack for making friends with even the most difficult of personalities. He knows how to fit in with nearly every crowd just as snug as the final piece of puzzle; however, his personality drastically changes from friend group to friend group. He is obsessed with fitting in and takes any form of rejection, regardless of how minor it may be, to heart. Cloudstrike often loses himself in his efforts to blend in and forms superficial relationships with others. He is a friend to all but can count his best friends on one paw. On one side, it means he is well-liked with few enemies, but on the other, it means he doesn’t even really know who he is, as he defines himself based on his relationships with others rather than his own heart. Constantly juggling multiple personalities, Cloudstrike is always wondering if his friends would accept the real him if he dropped the act, but at this point he doesn’t even knows who that cat is.
Zodiac : Heart
Rank: kit? apprentice? not sure what position his litter is now

SHAMROCKKIT smoke
Roleplayed by Stark Raving Mad
A stark lilac tom, save a single splash of white on his chest resembling a clover. Pale mint green eyes complete his look, and add to his striking charm. Now if only he knew how to use it. The problem with Shamrock is that he lacks ambition. He has no drive or desire to be anything more than who he is. While his littermates probably feel scorned by their father’s disinterest in them he simply doesn’t care. In fact he seems to thoroughly enjoy being a bane in his father’s existence, unwilling to jump through hoops in attempts to be his perfect son. No, that’s what Perfectstorm is for, and Shamrocksmoke could not be more thankful for his adoptive brother’s existence. What is the most frustrating about the underachieving tom is that he has potential. He could be destined for greatness if only he were willing to put in more than the bare minimum amount of effort into anything. Despite never actually trying things somehow miraculously work out for him in seemingly impossible ways that even he can’t explain. It’s as if the Sun God himself blessed the lazy cat as some kind of twisted joke.
Zodiac: Dreams
Kit