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Golden fur sweeps across her frame, gilded and bright with twin rivulets of white and rusted red that twist and coil down her legs and creep up the side of her neck, with mismatched eyes of honey amber and silvered copper. Her short fur shines in daylight and glows in moonlight, soaking in whatever source of illumination available and reflecting it back in a beautiful array of gold and red hues. She meets your gaze unflinchingly and, although her eyes are playful, her expression is glacial. It's a little unnerving but her words are kind and put you at ease. Divinefavor has always been described as an old soul. Even as a kit, she was neat and tidy, polite, quick to offer assistance, eager to join the conversation but not in an overbearing way. While this she-cat does not particularly stand out as a Warrior, she never disappoints, always giving whatever she is working on her full attention. Her efforts do not go unnoticed and the Clan regards her as a great help; however, something about Divinefavor is... off. She rarely smiles. Never purrs. She doesn't avoid touch but she also doesn't seek it. Sometimes the things she says can be rather heartless without that being her intention. And when she's set off, boy, you had better watch out, for this she-cat can be positively nasty. She delivers her insults with sweet, seething rage that is nearly the same tone she would use to offer a compliment. Because of this, many cats often feel compelled to ask her "Are you okay?" or "Is something bugging you?" when in fact she's in a pleasant state of mind. Divinefavor is quick to be dismissive in her response but those questions bother her. Image is important to this she-cat and she believes herself more candid than she actually is.
Notable Family: Fia Cendrillon (adoptive mother), Goldenphantom (adoptive mother), Loveletter (brother), Fallfling (sibling), Princecharming (sister), Fairytalebride (brother), Magicmoment (brother) & since she's an Eerie there's a massive family three for all the rest.
Fun Facts:
She tends to cock her head when she is curious or confused
She is drawn to shiny things
She hates PDA
She desperately wishes to be Imperial class one day
She is pretty good at guessing what you are going to say or do next
Darkness consumes his golden lithe form with molten hot black stripes and solstice spots pouring down his wiry frame. He is tall and long legged, carrying much of his strength in the speed of his paws. This bengal tom has the cute face of a kittypet complete with sweet kiwi eyes and marshmallow muzzle, but the fierce bloodline and strength of the violent and mysterious Pravus Nocte cats. His voice is smoother than satin with a rich thunderous rumble that sends shivers down the backs of any cat he comes across out of romantic chills or terrified tremors. Moltenmidnight is able to breeze by life easily, he carries Fuzzyheart’s strength and Peachblush’s demure charm that most cats find him very likable. However, he feels easily threatened when there’s a tom cuter and more charming than him and isn’t against finding darker means to dispose of the competition. Half the time Peachblush’s side slips in, though, and he ends up befriending anyone who he once despised even though he secretly will still feel intimidated by them. He is truly a force to be reckoned with in battle and displays a general lack of remorse toward his opponents, staying true to his old Pravian blood.
There’s a fine line between optimism and pure delusion, but it’s nearly impossible to tell which side someone is actually on. A gorgeous black and ginger tortoiseshell with bright, sunny hazel eyes, Yuccablossom is the splitting image of her mother, Gravelshell. But while her former leader mother is stoic and rational, she is idealistic and positive to a fault. It is her wholehearted belief that there is no such thing as true evil in the world, and no matter what tragedies take place in front of her own eyes, there will always be peace and happiness just over the horizon. For most members of her clan, her cheerful demeanor is refreshing to see, but when the going gets tough, it can quickly get on a cat’s last nerve, or become extremely unnerving, depending on the situation. Because although she sees the world through rose-colored glasses, she is far from innocent. In fact, she’s almost alarmingly skilled at fighting and overpowering her opponents. It is only during these rare moments when one can see a different side of her; a dark look in her eyes as she talks about her dreams of a perfect utopia. Nevertheless, she is a loyal warrior who always has a supportive shoulder for those who need it. The only daughter of the Gravelstar and Leucisticcrow, they are usually the ones to step in when things get out of hand for her. But no matter how hard her overprotective and cynical mother may try, Yuccablossom cannot see any flaws in her naive beliefs. She loves her parents and her brothers dearly and is usually seen as the peaceful, albeit thorny, flower blooming amid their strong personalities.
Notable Family: Lucistic (father), Gravelshell (mother), Zephyrglade (brother), Caspian (brother), Florianmischief (brother), go to the Eerie family tree for the rest
Fun Facts:
Her biography was written by GidgetJoy - who did a fantastic job!
“I take my pills and I’m happy all the time, I love my girl but she ain’t worth the price…”
A black and white tuxedo she-cat with canary yellow eyes. She’s pretty and slight but otherwise comes across as average in appearance. Which is unusual, actually, seeing as she's the daughter of Foxbane and Deal, cats who are really really really ridiculously good looking. On the bright side, she also failed to inherit their sour tempers. Smashdaisy spreads happiness wherever she goes with a sweet smile and generally friendly disposition. While she has the tendency to bicker occasionally like everyone else, she forgives and forgets quickly enough and is quick to back down if proven - or convinced - that she was wrong. You see, Smashdaisy is incredibly easy to trick and manipulate. While she does not lack intelligence, her general behavior and poor understanding of even the most basic concepts of clan life makes her come across as an idiot. She just can’t seem to grasp what most other cats come across as common sense and needs things explained to her multiple times before anything sinks in. At the end of the day, though, you couldn’t ask for a better friend. She can find good in places no one else can and is honest to a fault.
Notable Family: Foxbane (mother), Deal (father), Glowstar (adoptive mother), Funk E'tan (adoptive father), many more, go to the Eerie family tree for the rest Littermates: Magnoliacut, Tornflight, Surfchaser, Devilstrength, Flashhorizon, Whirlpoolhavoc, Divebomb, Fogstain, Dizzyclimb, Waterfallplunge
Fun Facts:
She always falls for the most obvious tricks
She is easily manipulated
She is very bad at math
When she has a crush on someone she tends to stare
She is afraid of weasels because Glowstar is but she would not recognize one if she saw one
She is inspired by my co-workers, Derek Zoolander (Zoolander) and all of those lovable idiots you see in anime
Thick auburn stripes burn through this tom's orange fur like the fire's path on a smoldering branch. An especially wide vein of bloody tabby markings stretch across his shoulders and mid-back which he often accentuates with golden body paint and emerald beetle wings. Bloodyrondo's pelt is moderately long but not very thick with just enough oomph in the right places to make most cats swoon. His burning celadon eyes - captivating yet haughty - are perhaps the only feature he shares with his father, Funk E'tan. Born as a rogue kit to two ex-kittypets, Bloodyrondo didn't actually join SunClan until he was a little under ten moons old. Early on he believed himself to be favored by the Sun God and told anyone who would listen as much. Imagine the Clan's surprise when this rather obnoxious apprentice was proven right and selected to be the next Priest Promised. Back then and true to this day Bloodyrondo is as confident and as arrogant as they come. He demands control of most situations to the point where he often conflicts with Littlestar for authority. He's rude, quick to pick a fight, and totally unyielding even when it's clear he's in the wrong. Despite it all, there is still something about this tom that is oddly endearing. There's a lot to be admired about a cat who speaks his mind with conviction. He doesn't shy away from hard work and is always trying to find ways to improve the lives of his clanmates. This tom is also incredibly devoted to the Sun God with big ambitions to someday bring all of the Clans to his religion. For all the fuss Bloodyrondo instigates, though, he rarely escalates things to the point of true violence. Someone else - usually Littlestar - always seems to step in and resolve the situation before he reaches that point. His big problem is that he believes he is right and everyone else is wrong. Look, nobody is perfect, and one of Bloodyrondo's biggest faults is that he hasn't realized that about himself yet. His dreams that seemed so far out of reach effortlessly fell right in his lap and left him with the assumption that the universe is forever tipped in his favor. While it's a little too early to say what kind of leader Bloodyrondo will be someday, his enemies and friends alike agree that he has a future as bright - and chaotic - as the sun he worships.
Discordantmelody's calico fur is short and glossy like raven's wing. An inky black tuxedo dominates a ginger-and-white base allowing flashes of color only on her limbs, underbelly and face. Playful auburn rosettes reveal themselves in her orange patches which marks her as one of Funk E'tan's many daughters. Her brilliant indigo eyes may be a different color than her mother, Foxbane's, but they hold that same unmistakable promise of chaos and calamity. Much like her parents, Discordantmelody is a beauty with a cruel streak. There's really no telling what she is going to do next. A lecture, a fight, an embrace, a compliment, she receives all of them with the same bemused smile and will just as soon give you a kiss on her cheek as she'll rake you with her claws. She can be a bully and often pushes cats into uncomfortable situations to see how they will react. Discordantmelody is fascinated by the weaknesses of others and keeps a record of what makes them tick. Don't be mistaken, though, she's no gossip: What she learns she keeps to herself for future manipulation. Be it blackmailing, playing on insecurities or simply displaying an unshakeable confidence, Discordantmelody has a way of keeping cats in line and obedient to her. She's a natural leader and in fact dreams of ruling someday... just not in a stifling Clan like SunClan. She's in no hurry to leave, though. Being marked for death is such a drag. She is happy to play loyal SunClan cat for now and work on secret projects in her spare time.
Fairly good-looking, an average Warrior, nothing special: In other words, the only thing that really makes Oakshade 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. Oakshade 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. Oakshade 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. Oakshade 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 truly massive 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.
Notable Family: Mistyrose (mother), Sparrowflight (father) & many siblings
Fun Facts
Her biography was mostly written by Faith - who did a fantastic job!
She’s the only one in the litter who is taller than Aspenmountain.
She loves all things sweet but will eat literally anything
She didn't have short term memory loss in her youth; it's theorized to be a side effect of all of the drugs Mistyrose has tried on her
Wolfconstellation is small in size with large amounts of fluffy golden fur marred only by a large splotch of blue gray fur across his right eye and jawline. His eyes are a galaxy blue, they look like starlight and are almost dizzying to stare into. He has a very wolfish appearance with the way his feather soft fur spikes out at certain angles of his face. Like his father he has ultimately no shame. He has no issue leaving a comrade behind and often has to be told to imagine a conscience as he doesn’t seem to possess one of his own. It isn’t that he doesn’t care about certain things just that every emotion he feels is very watered down. It takes a special person to bring him out. However, unlike most of his family, he has a strong desire to come into power and dreams of being a Janus or even someday a High Priest. Like his mother, he’s willing to kill to get to where he wants to be. Hearing stories of how his father and mother lived for years in WinterClan’s prison only encourages him more that if he were to kill and get caught that he could survive just fine should he be imprisoned. Everyone just has to hope he’s too lazy like the rest of his family to act on his darker desires.
Notable Family: Mistyrose (mother), Sparrowflight (father) & many siblings
Fun Facts:
His biography was written by Faith - who did a fantastic job!
Twilightveil isn't particularly large or imposing tom yet he reminds you of a locked gate. Wrought iron gray fur cloaks his rigid frame, interrupted only by frosty white patches on his muzzle, neck, stomach and all four paws, all placed symmetrically save for stray streak of silver on the right side of his muzzle. His eyes are a startling arctic blue that are as frigid as the waves they so resemble. When he speaks, which is seldom, he has a husky, almost monotone voice that some find attractive until they realize its source. Twilightveil intentionally keeps most cats outside of his family at arm's length. He's a textbook introvert and has no interest in forming new relationships when he is satisfied with the ones he already has. As a result, he can come across as gruff and rude to cats who don't know him well. It's not that he is shy or un-friendly, it just takes two to tango and he never bothered to learn how to dance. Those who know Twilightveil well would describe him as loyal, disciplined and patient. He's the type of cat who you can count on to be there in the dead of night to walk you from point A to point B - no questions asked - and wait for you all the while so he can see you come home safe, too. He's not the oldest of his litter but is undoubtably a big brother figure to all he holds dear.
He is unnerved by snakes and wants nothing to do with them
He is a remarkable fighter who specializes in defensive tactics
He is literally incapable of saying no
He frequently tries to switch his patrols for guard shifts (both prison and camp), not because he's lazy but because it means he doesn't have to talk to anyone
He feels compelled to protect the weak even though it's annoying
A gray tabby tom with a long fur coat and charcoal classic tabby markings. He has an off-white chest and underbelly that seamlessly fades into his somber base coat, giving him the illusion of a storm on the horizon. Perfectstorm takes after his mother, Littlestar, in all but size, as he is one of the larger cats in SunClan. Being the son of the High Priestess and the most experienced Janus, this tom has had high expectations for him from the moment he was born. In fact, he holds himself to an even higher standard than that, trying to become the perfect son, Warrior and chosen one. Some consider him a bit of a prodigy although it’s more because of his lineage and the way he acts than anything he has actually accomplished. He is a fine Warrior and hunter but he certainly believes himself more skilled than he actually is. Which is fine, honestly. Conviction and sheer force of will can be just as powerful as the strongest fighter or most skilled hunter when it comes to manipulating those who do have those skills. Devilishly handsome with dreamy golden-brown eyes and a smile to match, he tends to win the hearts of others with ease. His problem, however, is that his “perfect” façade has cracks. If he can’t get someone to like him, he panics; what did he do wrong? If he screws up a hunting patrol or losses in a spar, he’s harder on himself than any other cat. Isn’t he supposed to be perfect? There's a darkness in his heart and if he is truly failing he will drag others down so he can remain on top. Perfectstorm is a cat to watch closely or he just might sweep you away...
Poppymask 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. Poppymask 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. Poppymask 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.
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.
Cloaked in short white fur, he's the kind of cat you'd expect to see curled up on a twoleg's lap, not fighting for survival in the mountains. His light coat in addition to his miss-matched mossy green and sky blue gaze may be a simple coloration but draws the eye even though he's otherwise average in size and looks. Alabastercharm is very level-headed, genuine and friendly. He's the kind of cat that doesn't sugar-coat things but delivers news - good or bad - with a considerate, unexaggerated tone. As such he's often called upon to settle disagreements between cats and does a pretty good job of being an unbiased third party. Many regard Alabastercharm as a great example of a SummerClan cat seeing as he's a well-liked, versatile Warrior, but he usually dismisses such statements: "I'm no better than you are." Few would guess but he actually has a very low self-esteem. Although the logical side of him knows better, he can't help but feel personally responsible for being abandoned as a kit by his unknown parents, like he just was not good enough for them. He is driven by the desire to make them proud so he takes every personal failure more seriously than most. Even when he's successful he is rarely satisfied with his own performance, thinking he could have done better. Alabastercharm is often depressed but no one would ever know since he always seems happy and does not talk about himself.
Notable Family: Ivory (mother), Frozenjewel (sister), Obsidianphantasm (brother), Pearldream (half-sister), Goldencrown (half-brother), check the family tree for more
He is cloaked in short, steely taupe fur with black bengal markings. From a distance, though, he doesn't really even look like a bengal at all, his markings loose, more like ripples than rosettes. Creek is built like his father, Funk E'tan, but somehow slimmer, more angular, as if chiseled from stone. Cadet gray eyes display not a single emotion outside of curiosity yet somehow you find yourself getting lost in them. When you first meet Creek, he seems like a friendly, almost dreamy cat. He is passionate about what you are thinking and feeling, so much so that he tends to lead the conversation with a barrage of questions. What you say genuinely interests him and makes you feel important; however, the longer he talks, the more you realize that something isn't quite right with this tom. His comments are unnerving. His questions are becoming too personal. Now he's starting to get a little pushy. He's closing the distance between the two of you with a toothy grin and every single one of your instincts tells you to run away. While he's just as much of a dreamboat as his father, this tom is, well, a bit of a creep. Creek doesn't have a sense of personal space or, perhaps more likely, he intentionally disregards it. He doesn't really care about you at all; to him, you are a valuable specimen, one who holds a potential answer to a mystery. He will do anything to access that information, from winning your heart with his unnatural charm to carving it out of your chest. But don't worry about the pain too much. Creek knows herbs nearly as well as his parents - both of whom are prior and present Shamans - and specializes in anaesthetics.
Notable Family: Funk E'tan (father), Blue (mother), Pitter Patter (sister), Mizzle (sister), and many half-sblings
Fun Facts:
He feels no physical attraction to any other cats, but he can fall in love with personalities
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.
Cloaked in black pinstripes with a silverpointe base, where most cats are pink she is black or gray, giving her a sinister, undead quality. Tufts of black fur edge to tip of each ear but otherwise her fur is short and coarse like the pelt of a dog. She has an athletic build but is oddly proportioned: her back is too flat, her legs and tail too long. Her most dramatic feature is her hawk yellow eyes, loud and distracting like twin bolts of lighting, and just as likely to paralyze. Enchanting and sly, Circe is a cat with many toms surrounding her, most of whom seem to disappear without any warning, only for an animal of some sort to show up in their place. Rumor has it she turns her enemies, and any cat who offends her, into the animals that she appears to have tamed. She carries around a small stick, which cats presume is the source of her supposed 'powers.' When asked directly about the fates of "boyfriends" she usually just smirks and says something cryptic, like "I tend not to look back. It’s confusing." Circe is not known for cruelty but neither is she known for kindness. A cat with no conscience, she recognizes suffering but makes no effort to end it. She lives her life by a mysterious code that not even those closest to her understand.
Angelic, if an angel's wings had been torn off and replaced with jet black copies. Waves of pale ivory cloak this dreamboat of a tom, accented with inky black points in stark contrast, although curiously all of his paws remain snowy white. The black on his front legs extends past his forearms and up toward his shoulders, feathering out slightly almost like wings.
The darkness framing his face is particularly dramatic as it only highlights his cobalt blue eyes. Sweet to a fault, and the most helpful of the litter, Valente often foregoes his own duties to help his siblings with their schemes. This is something his littermates often take advantage of, but little do they know, he keeps each and every favor done, and, one day, he intends to cash in. Even despite seeming to ignore his own work, his soldiers seem utterly terrified to even utter his name, and he brings in surprising wealth, dealing more in knowledge, torture, and blackmail than his more violent siblings.
The Mechanic. Briar is the eldest of her litter with rust speckled bronze fur and dark gray eyes that bear a colorful chrome-like sheen. He fur is mostly short and sleek with the exception being her feathery auburn tail. This she-cat was described as dainty in her youth but no one would make that mistake today. As a result of hours and hours of heavy-lifting, Briar is densely muscled and extraordinarily strong; she is known to carry objects twice her own weight without batting an eye. Loud and brash, Briar speaks to all cats - from kits to leaders - with the same somewhat haughty yet casual tone. She does, however, give respect when it is due, and is much more likely to impress than offend. This she-cat can often be found covered in dirt and grime while working on a project or attempting to help Shule with inventions. She is always watching, always learning, always thinking. Briar is a regular at a twoleg monster repair shop and, although originally she just observed them, these days she trades cuddles for discarded materials. Some cats call her out for being a pseudo-kittypet but if it bothers her she never shows it. Briar has big dreams and believes that one day she will create a plane and bring cats to the sky. In the mean time, she continues to tinker with all kinds of machinery, her goal being to improve the lives of the Renegade Regime. Many cats attribute her intelligence to some sort of inborn genius but that couldn't be further from the truth. Briar is totally normal and only got where she is today through a lot of blood, sweat and tears. She is still subject to doubt, anxiety and stress - who isn't? - but she has mastered her emotions and is not afraid of failure. Briar firmly believes that any and every cat is capable of great things if they put their mind to it.
Notable Family: Apollo (adoptive father) Full Siblings: Ives, Jules, Victoria, Bram, Clementine
Fun Facts:
Her favorite food is jerky
She believes in aliens
She usually wears a large pair of goggles across her forehead
Shimmery auburn waves cloak his body, white lightning running up his legs and creeping up the right side of his face, giving him the appearance of a broken china doll. His eyes are an extremely dark exotic green, only the barest gilded layer shimmering over them like a forest blanketed in fairy dust. Havilah is a tall tom with an imposing presence, always a scowl on his face, an edge to his voice. Now, he was never a particularly nice cat, but he used to smile and get along well with select others, specifically his close-knit family. He had it all: Parents anyone would envy, good looks, seemingly limitless potential. And oh, was he proud. Dangerously proud. He, like his father, Kyros, clung to the image of perfection, would even kill for it. Despite being only a kit, Havilah's name was whispered throughout the Regime as one to watch out for, one who would be great. But then... the picture shattered. His entire family was poisoned and only he and a couple of his siblings survived. While Havilah physically recovered, his heart never did. To cope with the loss of his family he killed a precious part of himself which left him incapable of empathizing with others or understanding things he's done wrong. He has no sense of humor, never plays around and keeps all others at an arm's length, including his surviving siblings. He is totally disconnected and although he does well in his duties his social presence is like a storm cloud. Havliah tries in vain to bring back the image of perfection he had in his youth but despite his best efforts he continues to spiral further and further away from it.
Notable Family: Kyros (father), Idylla (mother), Emiko (adoptive mother),Sean (grandfather), Abiliana (grandmother), click here for full family tree. Full Siblings: Asa, Kiyo, Raidyn, Zinan, Keket, Breasal, Marja
Fun Facts:
His biography was partially written by Honeystorm - who did a fantastic job!
His name means "the pain that one brings" & is pronounced "Hav-uh-lah"
He will only eat prey that he personally killed; if not for this trait, he would have been a Mercenary
He always refuses medical treatment due to distrust of herbs; the only cat who he will let treat him is Emiko
He literally does not understand sarcasm
He loves music and has angry dance moments like in Footloose; he's a really good dancer and isn't shy about it
He communicates better through body language than verbally
If he says he is going to do something, he will do it, no matter the cost
Sapphira is an elegant mix of her parent's best qualities resulting in the genetic perfection that she is. Her fur is a blur of silver and white intertwining tabby stripes with black and blue gray marbling. Her eyes are such a light grey that they appear diamond white in the tunnels. This she-cat's fox-figured body gives her a lethal seductive advantage over any cat's heart she wishes to prey upon. While she has a good heart, she isn't above manipulating others to get her way; it's just too easy for her. A wink, a grin, a tap on the shoulder. She shines bright and knows it. That being said, she isn't without a conscience, and does feel regret when being anything less than honest. In her youth, Sapphira had desires to grow up and be a raiser; however her athletic skills, naturally muscle toned body and sharp wit made many Regime members compliment her on being a future mercenary. She knows she was born purely to be another useful soldier for the Regime and that she would be letting down her late mother by not fulfilling what she was meant to do. So, she put her sense of duty over her own desires and agreed to be a mercenary on the frontlines. Sapphira’s an excellent fighter, but her heart isn’t into the role. She is a caring person and doesn’t enjoy the military strictness of being another cog in the machine. She wants to care for young kits, but due to her innate combat skills she’s locked in place as a mercenary. Few would guess this about Sapphira, though; she has confidence, good sense and a very beautiful head on her shoulders. She's the type of cat others can't help but envy, and she doesn't want that to ever change.
Notable Family: Xuxa (mother), Gabriel (father), click here for full family tree. Full Siblings: Amarine, Loelia, Snowella, Luca, Falon, Valeray, Fabian
Fun Facts:
Her biography was mostly written by Faith - who did a fantastic job!
Her name is pronounced "suh-fahy-ruh"
She publicly pities those who are not as beautiful or able-bodied as she is to the point where it can be condescending, although that's not her intention
When she doesn't understand something or is caught off guard in an awkward situation, she gets extremely embarrassed and tends to stutter
She is very motherly toward her siblings, especially Loelia
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), Mizzle (daughter), Pitter Patter (daughter)
Fun Facts:
Former Shaman of Primal Instinct
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 dislikes kits
Adoption Thread:
N/A
Awards:
October 2019 Pair of the Month: Blue (Jadie) & Funk E'tan (Berry)
Tense, edgy, jaded; he's the type of cat that others see coming and walk the other way. Harsh features hewn from asphalt toughened beneath a relentless sun, his muzzle follows the sharp angle of a crow's beak and his eyes are roughly cut emeralds. Secluded and on guard, his roguish atmosphere keeps others at bay, and those that come close are often scared off by his fierce and concentrated rage, bitter nature, and cynical thoughts. He's the cat that others describe as hard and many suspect has something deeper going on, but don't want to find out, afraid the darkness within him will consume them. Some get close, though; a unique grouping of other outcasts for other reasons that recognize he is a protector. This charcoal black tom may be distant from them, sneering and cynical and sarcastic and biting, but he would defend this new family to the very last breath. While Steepfall projects a disinterested and cold persona, and indeed has a core of rock and ice, he is not completely stone. Son of Dragonguard and Foxbane, don't mess with him and you won't face his claws, befriend him and they'll be yours for the rest of his short life.
Notable Family: Foxbane (mother), Dragonguard/Landon (father), Chimerastar (paternal uncle), Lightningswift (paternal grandfather), Vulcan (paternal great grandfather), Slaughterfish (sister), click here for father's family tree, not even going to try to do Fox's lol
Fun Facts:
His biography was written by GidgetJoy (I changed like 2 words) - who did a fantastic job!
He was born in WaterClan
He tried to initiate into SunClan but bailed. He's probably marked for death? It's been awhile, maybe they've forgotten.
One eye neon green, the other a coalesce of baby blue, black, violet and burnished copper. A dramatic line divides his face half black, half ginger, brought together by a white chin and chest. Despite being a long-furred tortoiseshell, his strokes of color are beautifully defined, flames licking the night sky. Atypical, especially given his gender, but he was destined to be something exceptional from the start. Casimir's blood is an unholy mix of feline, spirit and demon. He doesn't worry about it his lineage much. Casimir is the kind of cat who lives in the moment, carpe diem personified: He unapologetically picks pleasure over logic every single time. Of course, he finds himself in trouble often, but he's just so darn likable that it's hard to stay angry with him for long. Honestly, he really isn't a bad tom. He wants what everyone else wants - power, respect, success - and has a clearer picture of right and wrong than most would expect. It's a shame that Casimir's the king of self-sabotage and is too busy screwing around than actually working toward his dreams. Maybe he really could be someone if he tried. Maybe.
Dark silver fur drifts across her diminutive frame much like how a storm cloud blinds the sun. A sparse dappling of honey cream poke through steely cirrocumulus waves of long, satin-soft fur, most prominently on her face and front right paw. She’s smaller than most but has a big presence: tufted ears, an unusually long, plummy tail and a pronounced muzzle mark her as Maine Coon descendent. Warm citrine eyes - twin bolts of lighting - complete her politely brewing storm. Her beauty is best described as regal but she doesn’t just look the part. A natural leader, Brindlemist has a knack for drawing out the best qualities of those around her. She is extremely considerate, does not mind repeating herself and demonstrates an uncanny level of patience. She performs her Warrior duties well and is always an asset to any patrol. However, do not wake the lion: Brindlemist’s rage is a vicious storm. Petty arguments and snide comments do not so much as ruffle her fur but any direct attack on one of her loved ones is a different story. She is fiercely protective and will go through great lengths to guarantee the happiness of those she holds dear.
