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♥ Clan Specific Thing: Feathers are Protection and Happiness / Social Class is Imperial / Job is Babysitting
♥ Adoption Thread: none
♥ Element: none
♥ Inspiration: Nana Daiba from Revue Starlight
♥ Bio: A mask. It's to disguise, to hide, to blind myself from the future. I have eyes in the back of my head, I can only look back. To the dark. To hell. To harsh words burned into my mind, blood running down my gold and white coat, and no one meeting my sunny gaze. To them, it's heaven and I was simply unsuited for it. I'd be rejected at the gate, so I ran and ran and ran until I came here. Warmth. Light. Home. That's what this place is to me. It's quirky, beautiful and we have our problems, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't want it any other way. I wish time would stop. I want to live in this moment forever, here with you and everyone else. It'll never happen, but I can't look to the future. Compared to the past, the future is much darker. Not even that place can compare. Infinite possibilities. It can be good or bad. Everything can go wrong so easily, you can be hurt so easily. The present is consistent, things are well. I don't want anyone to feel that pain, I want to protect them with all my might. I want them to be happy. If a cage of bones like me can give comfort to someone, that would make me so happy. So I'll adopt this mask. ??. Is it the most truthful part of me? I can't say. To everyone, I'm kind, motherly, happy, funny, everything that was wrong with me before is now being praised. A mask can be part of you, you know? Look, I hear this huge white splotch on my face reminds cats of one. This mask is mine, I'll hide my wincing expression behind it. My pain will be like my name, a phantom. Invisible. Gone. You shouldn't worry about me though. I'm pretty tough. You ought to be focusing on yourself, no? It's fine, I'll continue to be perfect, perform my role excellently, all for you, for Dayclan. For everyone I love, so look the other way when I mess up, okay? Will the day come where I can rip off this mask? I don't know, but don't leave my side until it can, okay. (i.pinimg.com/564x/83/f4/d9/83f4d93b6ce7c2c304d492aaef1b89d4.jpg) Princecharming
♥ Parents: Autumngossamer (faith) x Lovesmitten (racer) (adopted by Fia Cendrillon (honey) and Goldenphantom (berry))
♥ Inspiration: Kaoru Seta from Bang Dream! Girls Band Party
♥ Bio: In the distance, don't you hear it? The pounding hooves of a horse? The distant screams of "yah"? Until they come over the horizon, and you finally see them. One that you've been waiting for as long as you can remember. And now, he's finally here to save you, your Prince Charming. With one flick of the wrist with his sword, he has slain your oppressor. In a single graceful action, he has swept you off your feet. And as he leans in to kiss you, you probably never wondered what was going on behind those soulful eyes, the perfectly tousled hair, the brilliant smile. Because there's no way there could be any darkness. Not with your Prince Charming. Princecharming appears exactly like what she was named after. Flowing cream colored fur and light brown eyes you could lose yourself in. On the taller side, there is not a single chip in her armor. She truly lives up to her namesake, always with a flowery word on her tongue and a true desire to make you fall for her in her heart. It's no wonder she has quite a few admirers, for she always puts her all into her persona. The perfect prince, even ignoring the festering anxiety and questions of self worth that lay underneath. There's no reason to look at it. Cause she will deny it to the very end. Cause she is Princecharming. (i.imgur.com/p2ZJ126.jpg) Smolderingcomet
♥ Parents: Fuzzyheart (faith) x Peachblush (biyuu) (surrogate is Poppymask (jadie))
♥ Bio: A tiny ginger and cream tom, with narrowed, pale blue eyes. Initial meetings with him give the impression he's rather shallow, a bit too preppy and too caring for his appearance. He'll even stop in the middle of his sentence to groom a hair back into place before continuing. Unsurprisingly to his name, he is the king of 'giving them the smolder', even though it rarely works and it tends to get him laughed at. Which Smolderingcomet is not a fan of, and will try whatever he can to repair his social standing with people. He has a bold, daring personality, and holds very little back when it comes to social interaction. His lack of a filter is astounding, as he can rarely go a week without making someone mad at him unintentionally. Hugely charismatic, he is expressive when he communicates, often talking with his whole body. It adds to his charm. He is very flirtatious and will hit on anyone, whether it's an attempt to get his own way or if he’s just that bored. But he is quick to care for the people he hits on. He makes his decisions purely based on his emotions and rarely applies logic to them. Often makes impulsive, emotionally-fueled decisions that usually end up backfiring in his face; it’s at times like these that he calls upon his charisma and social wit to help keep him out of trouble, which works roughly fifty percent of half the time. This process is often fondly referred to as ‘crashing and burning’ or ‘the Smolderingcomet Cycle’ by his family. (i.pinimg.com/564x/d8/be/bb/d8bebbbfa7c16186b8a3e2dd1bfd03fe.jpg) Liondynasty
♥ Parents: Featherfire (secretkit) x Unknown Father
♥ Bio: He'd been in the shadows for too long. While not scorned or forgotten, he merely disappeared for years. Maybe he was jealous of the power thrown onto his sister and not him. Or the praise other garnered. He was mostly ignored as a kit and apprentice, each act somehow upstaged by someone else. Though the instant that sister got to be High Priestess, he threw himself into the role of the High Priestess' brother. As soon as that power left, he seemed too as well. Until one day when he strolled into Dayclan like it was nothing special. What on his siblings is bright red fur is a darker brown on his. Hints of orange are splashed across his chest and legs, but the rest of his pelt gradually changes between light brown to a brownish-blackish color. The fur around his muzzle has started to go white with age, but his dark brown eyes still hold the fire of youth. Liondynasty is Vixenkismet's brother and isn't one to let you forget it. He has strong pride in his family and his blood. But also, about everything else. If he does wrong, he'll blame anyone but himself. If you don't acknowledge his greatness, he'll harass you until you relent. For all his persistence, it doesn't mean he's very cunning. It's easy to catch him in a lie, or his proclamations don't line up to reality, but he'll still always deny. Vixen was always the brains of the litter, and that continues to this day. At least with him. He's undyingly loyal to Vixen and tends to listen to her before anyone else. Whether to her pleasure or annoyance, he doesn't really care. A bit too leery for his own good as well, but that's probably the blood talking. (www.thehappycatsite.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/4.jpg) Flickeringvixen
♥ Parents: Volcanickiss (phantom) x Wolfconstellation (jadie)
♥ Family Tree Relation: related to Mistyrose, in the Eerie family distantly and is Pravus Nocte
♥ Rank: Kit
♥ Gender: Female
♥ Sexuality: Undecided
♥ Mate / Crush: none, OPEN
♥ Aliases: Flickeringkit
♥ Nervous Quirk: voice gets louder
♥ Clan Specific Thing: Feathers are Beauty and Control
♥ Adoption Thread: none, adopted over Discord
♥ Element: none
♥ Inspiration: none
♥ Bio: A ginger-furred bombshell with dramatic dark red tabby stripes and hazel eyes just like her mother’s. She has a white heart-shaped mark on her chest as well as a white tail-tip, which is always flicking back and forth, even when she’s resting she can’t keep it still. Flickeringvixen is absolutely gorgeous but also perhaps the most envious cat you will ever meet. She doesn’t like her friends talking about her, doesn’t like being the butt of the joke, doesn’t like to receive any sort of criticism. She wants what you have, a classic case of the grass - is - green - on - the - other - side. She’s crafty and cunning, though, and uses her good looks to get what she wants. Flickeringvixen causes a lot of friction within her family because she hates Asterdarling’s games and Tangletongue’s desire to always be touching. She’s strong-willed and always has been - so she doesn’t understand what it’s like to feel helpless, causing her to come across as downright cruel. While she doesn't like Asterdarling the two do have one thing in common and that is making fun of and picking on their sister Timlessmelody for her strange appearance, often telling her it would be too hard for her to be as good looking as she is and she wouldn't be able to handle it. (i.pinimg.com/564x/2e/fe/0c/2efe0cc983037bf3b9c68ab35ebbf4d3.jpg) Thymetravel
♥ Parents: Unknown (adopted by Fia Cendrillon (honey) and Goldenphantom (berry))
♥ Bio: He was too young to remember a life before Fia Cendrillon grabbed him and brought him to Dayclan. The last thing he could recall before seeing the sprawling wheat fields was snowflakes dancing around him. Who his parents are, where they are, if they're even looking for him, isn't something Thymetravel really concerns himself with. He believes it to be fate instead, deciding suddenly that Dayclan was better than whatever world he was in before with his parents. Thymetravel looks like the snowstorm he was picked up in, white covering his pelt with wisps of grey and black around his face, paws and tail. His ears are curled back, permanently that way thanks to the blizzarding winds. And his eyes are a bright and blazing blue, like a clear sky after the storm is over. He's under the illusion of excellence, that he is destined for bigger and grander things. He claims to be the reincarnation of once medicine cat, Yellowmoon, after hearing a story about her when he was a kit. And he hasn't let go of that ideology since. He uses long words to compensate for his squeamishness and fear of fighting and getting hurt again. But Thymetravel is on the clumsier side, tripping over his own feet often enough where the medicine cats den is basically a second home. He's luckily gotten away with only chipping his tooth on a rock, but it's still led to him staring at the ground while walking. Thymetravel thinks he's smarter than he is, and gets embarrassed when it's revealed he's not. Despite his proud and ridiculous exterior, he is well meaning and smarter than others give him credit for. Which is good, cause he'll be climbing to the top before you know it. (i.pinimg.com/564x/47/0b/3c/470b3c396bfd52507d8cfc976584bcea.jpg) Ravenisland
♥ Parents: Sweetiepeach (faith) x Lionwhisper (consuela)
♥ Bio: Nevermore. A memory of Dayclan never existed, there was nothing to destroy. Raven and her siblings were ripped from their home too young to even taste the milk from it before being brought up to Winterclan. Looking over the world, almost like Ravenisland is sitting on top of her very own statue of Athena. Ancient and mystic blood flows through her veins, of leaders and nemeses and pathologists. According to Primal Instinct lore, daughters with pathologist blood have been able to see ghosts. The sing-song whispers Ravenisland speaks reminds Winterclan of the past, and it only makes her talk quieter. She's supernatural to the nth degree, practically lost on her own island that exists in her mind. She sees things out of the corner of her eyes, hears the bumps in the night, and the growling under her bed. Till she turns to look at it, which makes it stop. Almost like the monsters are more scared of her than she is of them. It's easy, they seem like such a constant presence, Ravenisland has gotten used to it. If she feels fear, she doesn't show it. Able to sit through the scariest stories, or the worst injuries she could feel. The cats around her are scary, but she wonders if the monsters in the cave are moreso. Her mind is constantly in and out of dreams, whether awake or asleep. And Raven can end up so gone, it causes her to get in trouble. Sometimes she doesn’t notice predators sneaking up on her while she’s spacing out. Ravenisland is soft-spoken with an addictive lullaby sounding voice like her mother's. She resembles quite a bit of her mother with her white bengal paws and black fur color, like she's covered in raven feathers herself. Ravenisland keeps to herself, a true enigma to the others in the clan. In some folklore, ravens are murder victims that weren't given a proper burial. In others, they are damned souls. Whatever they are, the birds seem to gather around their namesake. It only feels like a matter of time until she disappears, and she won't come back. Nevermore. (media.discordapp.net/attachments/732452851208683532/811692227842932817/Noblefire.png?width=1005&height=670) Noblefire
♥ Parents: Autumngossamer (faith) and Lovesmitten (racer)
♥ Siblings: Chaseclouds (racer) and Summervalley (nova)
♥ Children: none
♥ Blood: 50% Sun, 50% PI
♥ Family Tree Relation: none
♥ Rank: Kit
♥ Gender: Male
♥ Sexuality: Undecided
♥ Mate / Crush: none, OPEN
♥ Aliases: Noblekit
♥ Nervous Quirk: text
♥ Clan Specific Thing: Feathers are Honor and Strength
♥ Bio: Noblefire is named in honor of SwiftClan’s medicine cat Firetooth who partnered with Autumngossamer to take down the Sun God. Noblefire spends a lot of time talking to himself or so it seems anyways. In reality he talks to quite a few spirits, good or bad, but unlike most on the spiritual side he can’t see ghosts. The unique thing he does have above those who can see ghosts is that he can hear and touch them. For a long time he was certain that his lame ability was accidentally walking into the occasional ghost and getting stuck listening to sob stories. But turns out his real power is banishing spirits back to their heavens or binding their souls into objects. Because of this Noblefire spends more of his time talking to the old souls of the world than the living. However the living certainly want to talk to him just as much as the dead. Unlike the typical boy who talks to ghosts he’s not the loner type. He excels as a warrior, is popular among the clan, and enjoys mingling with others. But despite his love for talking to others he’s an introvert at heart and does want a few days to himself that doesn’t involve being emotionally drained by other people for better or for worse. Noblefire had started out in his childhood banishing spirits, than trapping some into stones, but when he got older he learned how to trap them in his claws for extra strength or even in his eye to allow their souls to bleed into his to gain more knowledge or power. It’s a dangerous game, but he likes to experiment.
♥ Inspiration: Finch Family from What Remains of Edith Finch
♥ Bio: Finchflight is the kind of guy who once he decides to do something, he'll do it to the maximum. There's no such thing as the bare minimum with this rich dark brown tabby tom. Nothing is worth doing if he isn't gonna give it his best. He'll train on one move for hours till he perfects it or shower whoever catches his fancy in every sort of flattery and gift. Finchflight will work himself to the bone, but he's less of a workaholic and more attached to whatever outlet he has found for his boundless creativity and passion. He strives to leave his mark on the world in any way he can find. You can probably find little traces of him all over Nightclan territory, mostly in the simple silhouette of a bird flying. But there is still a hurdle for Finchflight. He cannot physically or mentally do everything, so he ends up incredibly picky about whatever catches his fancy. He can be endlessly fascinated by the smallest things, but will be as stubborn as an ox if you try and push him to something he doesn't like. He's far more particular than most on things like connections and time management. It takes an out of this world cat to draw his syrupy brown eyes, but once he sets his sights on you, he doesn't let go.
♥ Family Tree Relation: none, maybe distantly on Funk tree because she had kits with Bloody
♥ Rank: Warrior
♥ Gender: Female
♥ Sexuality: Bisexual
♥ Crush: Naturalgift (flurry)
♥ Aliases: none
♥ Nervous Quirk: bites her lower lip
♥ Clan Specific Thing: Zodiac is Eye
♥ Adoption Thread: none
♥ Element: none
♥ Inspiration: Heart of a Marionette by Yukari Hasimoto / general puppet imagery
♥ Bio: Seeing the world through rose-colored glasses, you forget they're even on your face. Even when reality creeps in your peripheral, it's easy to ignore until those glasses shatter. Anemoneshade never figured they would, and why would they? She's a bombshell through and through. Long and soft fur covers her hourglass figure, a mix of pure white like the flower she was named after and light lilac that pops against it. Coupled with two jewels like tiger's eyes for eyes and she turns heads no matter where she goes. Not that she minds. She exemplifies her Eye zodiac too well. Extroverted and driven in all she does, Anemoneshade doesn't let anything slow or stop her from getting what she wants. There are no tricks or secrecy with her, she makes it clear what she wants and how she thinks of you. She'll get right to the heart of an issue and pulls no punches while doing so. A born leader, it's easy to fall in step behind her. Anemoneshade loves any sort of attention she gets, tending to bask in it or prod them to give her more but never chasing after it. She can be considered a bit too domineering though, pushing the buttons of those around her too hard to where she'll hurt someone. Anemoneshade is also extremely naive, believing the best in everyone and that nothing could go wrong as long as you work on it. Her judge of character is awful and it leads to her getting fooled quite often. At least her dad Ocherflame is always willing to pull her out of trouble and lightly chastise her. But the glasses are starting to crack, it'll only be a matter of time before they break. (i.pinimg.com/564x/1e/0e/90/1e0e90896b331cfae3927e654468fbb7.jpg) Sunnysmiles
♥ Parents: Littlestar (racer) x Skipstep (jetclaw)
♥ Bio: Happy. Adjective. Feeling or showing pleasure or contentment. With a name like Sunnysmiles, it's easy to see how she could be happy. But at the same time, how she isn't. Her pelt is like a ray of sunshine itself, blazing orange with blinding white markings. Golden amber eyes like jewels connect her to the world, to her family. One of the first daughters of Littlestar and Skipstep, she's the peacemaker in her family. While everyone goes off in their own directions, Sunnysmiles sits in the center, trying to draw everyone back together. And she does a good job. She's got an infectious smile, a laugh you could listen to for hours. Everything she says is positive and uplifting, to where a lot of cats come to her for help. Or to just get their ears tickled. Sunnysmiles doesn't mind either way, just happy by helping others. She can barely sit still, always running around and doing something for someone else. It will get to the point where she completely forgets about herself, and while Sunnysmiles says she doesn't mind, it's clear that she will starve herself as long as someone else gets to eat. Any stress or grief she feels is handled by focusing on other's. While the definition of a little ball of sunshine, when faced alone she doesn't know what to say about herself. As her identity involves others, she sticks to crowds and hates being alone. But, when the sun sets, a deep part of her wonders if she'll be left alone. (i.pinimg.com/564x/39/96/2d/39962d5325510063630b7e2648268502.jpg) Peppermintkiss
♥ Parents: Anemoneshade (berry) x Bloodyrondo (jadie)
♥ Bio: 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. (cat-world.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/laperm-1.jpg) Cloudlagoon
♥ Bio: He didn't even realize he had thrown away his sense of self until he's on his own. Blinking his large jade green eyes, it's clear he's just as formless and frail like the clouds he was named after. Cloudlagoon is a large curly-furred taupe tom with white under-belly, chest, and paws. 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, Cloudlagoon 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.He takes almost every form of criticism to heart. Cloudlagoon 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, Cloudlagoon 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. He could try and carve his way into the hearts of everyone, but his insecurities keep him. So when he blinks and that reflection of him disappears, the only remnant of him left will be the vapor on the wind. (i.pinimg.com/736x/31/15/40/311540a21c689c2ea169165c86f41bfd.jpg) Duskfable
♥ Parents: Mapledawn (stark) x Stridesplash (racer)
♥ Siblings: Aurorasky (stark), Brightdawn (racer) and Twilightveil (jadie)
♥ Children: none
♥ Blood: 50% Moon, 50% Sun
♥ Family Tree Relation: distantly related to Fox through marriage
♥ Bio: If those that are most blessed get to hear god's voice, then Duskfable would quickly state that he is the most blessed. Not that it's clear just from looking at him. A rare male torbie, he is also afflicted by most of the things that set back others. His bones break too easily, he's completely infertile and can never have children, and appears to have some sort of developmental problem. While surrounded by his loving parents Mapledawn and Stridesplash, and his siblings, there was little they could do to actually treat his condition. Stomach covered in white fur like a second degree burn and dark brown tabby stripes highlighting his ribs, he is a sight to behold. And he stares back, through dark amber eyes that barely move. Nothing appears to phase him, and he can skip through life like he's in the eye of a hurricane. Mostly, he'll run off and do whatever his whims tell him too. And they are pretty important ones. Cause to him, it's the voice of the Sun God speaking directly to him. And since few else can claim he has spoken directly to him, it makes Duskfable believe that he is blessed further than anyone else. He chooses to ignore the other things, like how his words don't come out how he wants them to, or the way his limbs will choose to not work the way he wants. Cause the physical is temporary, and the reality he creates for himself is eternal. (i.pinimg.com/564x/90/f9/19/90f919a38e098f2607364e1f92e95f01.jpg) Veiledstory
♥ Parents: Unknown
♥ Siblings: Unknown
♥ Children: none
♥ Blood: 100% Unknown
♥ Family Tree Relation: none
♥ Rank: Prisoner
♥ Gender: Male
♥ Sexuality: Bisexual
♥ Crush: Mountainsound?? (honey)
♥ Aliases: Vulture
♥ Nervous Quirk: unable to break eye contact
♥ Clan Specific Thing: Zodiac is tbd
♥ Adoption Thread: none
♥ Element: none
♥ Inspiration: stalkers
♥ Bio: Every new invention is gawked at until the next shiny thing comes along, but it's unlikely anything will replace the concept of a wedding. Beautiful scenery, gorgeous grooms and brides, warm wishes from everyone you know. It was the sort of things everyone is dreaming of. But it was like every fantasy had come to life in Veiledstory. He is the perfect cat for Winterclan. Long and thick fur that curls on itself, like a gentle trail of a dress. His fur is mostly snowy white, perfect for a blushing bride, but he also had rich brown tabby veil over part of his back, face and tail. His eyes are a grassy green, like new shoots that show signs of new life. He looks like pure Winterclan, and was able to spin out a couple of memorable names to claim as relatives and it didn't take much else convincing. Veiledstory speaks so calmly and deeply, a lulling sound that can easily bring you into a sense of security. And what's not to love? He's very staunch in the new winterclan code, loyal without even needing to be played, but is also sociable and kind. Veiledstory is always watching out for others, willing to lend a hand or get revenge for you. Whatever your needs are, he will shape himself to them. But some things don't add up. Like how those cats he mentioned look nothing like him, or how you'll feel a chill up your spine and then he appears, or how he seems to just know what is going on all the time. He is quietly watching everyone, but one in particular stands out. And he's stubborn enough to spin the webs to get what he wants. (www.pinterest.com/pin/760615824546000943/) Sweettart
♥ Bio: Beautiful and sweet, Sweettart is what most toms dream of. She is soft spoken, willing to compromise, and thoughtful. However, this sweet dream can quickly turn into a nightmare. While its true that she is sweet, she also leave s sour taste in your mouth when you realize that she is just using you to climb up the ranks. She doesn't really care for anyone, only what they can give her. You are either an asset, or dead weight. Sweettart is a mostly white she-cat with grey-taupe markings across her ears, the top of her head, along her spine and her tail with stunning blue eyes. (cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/732393853704863754/756951822245298266/Vantas.jpg) Vantanoir
♥ Parents: Marvelstar (stark) x Ryn (honey)
♥ Siblings: Hauntedruins (honey) and Nocturnelights (stark)
♥ Children: none
♥ Blood: 50% Kittypet, 50% Sun
♥ Family Tree Relation: Funk's grandson
♥ Rank: Apprentice
♥ Gender: Male
♥ Sexuality: Bisexual
♥ Crush: Soaringpaw hopefully (jadie)
♥ Aliases: Vantakit
♥ Nervous Quirk: smiles
♥ Clan Specific Thing: Zodiac is Dreams
♥ Adoption Thread: none, adopted over Discord
♥ Element: none
♥ Inspiration: Loki from Marvel
♥ Bio: He was second best. Never quite enough. Maybe he was held back from the get-go. It never felt like he was given the same opportunities his brother was. So Vantanoir accepted his name, and let himself descend into darkness. There's not a hint of anything else in his short pelt. The only things that stand out are his striking dark blue eyes, like pools of the deepest parts of the ocean. It's immediately apparent Vantanoir came from rich blood, the son of Marvelstar and Ryn. His father runs a group called the Silhouettes, and maybe it was his own naivety that made him believe he stood a chance of becoming the successor. Cause what kid doesn't want to follow in their father's footsteps. But that was never really the case since his brother Hauntedruins was set to become the successor from the get-go. Vantanoir couldn't help but be jealous, thrown to the wayside just because Hauntedruins was only a little older than him. So where Vantanoir couldn't win fair and square, he changed routes and became a trickster. It's hard to tell if it's all a game to him or if he's serious, but he takes any opportunity to mess with his brother and try to usurp him. Vantanoir is a schemer, through and through. He always has some trick up his sleeve to get him out of trouble, or he'll lay on this classy charm he has somehow mastered to get out. He does tend to get caught up in his schemes and thinkings, sometimes you can catch him monologuing to himself. Vantanoir isn't the cheeriest guy, it's clear even through the grin. He has a fascination with the dark and the grisly. Underneath it, he is kind and considerate, but he doesn't show it often. Because that's not going to get him to the throne any faster.
♥ Bio: He was dead. Deceased. Kicked the bucket. Pushing up daisies. Any other metaphor you want to use, he knows that's the truth. After all, he could only be undead if he was dead before. So where did this beating heart come from? How can these sunken gilded eyes see? He looks like he should be dead. Covered in grey fur that borders on bone white, split up by jet black tabby stripes that look like ribs. Stretching all the way down, where each bone seems highlighted by a stripe. He has a few orange patches between the stripes, like chunks of flesh left behind after his corpse was cleaned. Undeadecho was just found one day, brought to Moonclan. He barely remembers life before then, considering this a sort of rebirth. So why is he back? Who reanimated him? Who kicked him out of heaven or hell? Undeadecho isn't sure, and no one can answer the questions he poses. Even with his doubts about fitting in with the living, he speaks their language well. Walks the walk well. A bit bitter to the taste, snarky and rude to just about everyone. While he has the empathy to understand how he makes people feel, he doesn't care. Whatever sent him back to this world must have had its reasons, so till he can figure it out, he may as well assume it was for the worst. Earth must truly be worse than hell then? Any pleasure in other's pain was learned, forced on him, for some sort of justification. He carries an emptiness in his chest, and does anything he can to fill that void. Cause the one thing they forgot to leave him with was a soul. (i.imgur.com/cEZSqxx.jpg) Abaddon
♥ Parents: Unknown
♥ Siblings: Leviathan (stark) and Aeshma Daeva (shadow)
♥ Bio: Abaddon - Noun with two definitions. It’s described as both a place of destruction and an angel of the abyss. Specifically called the king of an army of locusts. A fitting name for the monster’s sister. One that can stand on equal footing with him. She doesn’t need an introduction, walking so tall and strong that it makes heads turn. Her thick pelt is black as the bottomless pit she’s named after, splashes of white light reaching down through her chest, paws and spots on her nose. Her eyes seem to shine with whatever color she commands of them, normally sitting on a light gold. It doesn’t seem plausible she could, but Abaddon can make you believe she can control anything. From cats, to the world around her, to a horde of locusts, she’s the kind to make you believe in the impossible. Power naturally flocks to her and she craves it, a fitting relationship until her brother became the leader of Moonclan. For now, she can only pull at his strings, which she finds fun in it’s own right. It can’t be clear if she’s scheming some sort of coup or similar, she can barely be read. Expressionless and curt most of the time, she prefers to cut conversations and social interactions short. Not that she really needs to listen to what you have to say, she has an almost inhuman way of guessing what you’ll say. Having learned how to read even the most minute movements, Abby finds the day to day conversation boring yet doesn’t mind playing mind games every now and again. When by herself, she tends to attract insects to her. And soon she’ll have them jumping through hoops for her. So who knows what she will accomplish next.
♥ Bio: When she was first brought to Home, it was like a clan ruled by kits. A perfect playground with a never-ending amount of new friends. A single adult, watching over dozens of children climbing up on the walls and hollering as loud as they could. It sounded perfect to Cinderwolf and her siblings. But life was never just fun and games. It was only a few days when the experimenting started. And it was never-ending. From morning until the afternoon, every moment was filled with misery. Those effects were life-changing for most. Well, life-ending. That perfect playground was slowly decaying, getting smaller every day. It only took a few weeks for Cinderwolf to become an only kit. Her sisters Seventeen and Twenty went quick, but her sister Eighteen died very slowly. She fought with all the life she had in her, but it wasn’t enough. But it was her sister's purpose to be experiments. That's what Nineteen was told, what she needed to believe to get through the nights. That was Cinderwolf's name back then. Her own purpose turned out to be training to be an assassin. Like other assassins raised there, her emotions were suppressed, but Cinderwolf went the extra mile. She’s very distant compared to the rest of Humanity, without any littermates she never saw the need to connect with others. Cinderwolf is very unfeeling, not even a thorn in her paw would make her blink. But she poises within her clan as a ditzy cute clutz, the perfect quirky eye candy of her clan. She has auburn fur with cinder underfur, a side effect from losing fur during the experiments only for it to grow back grey. Her eyes also fogged up cinder due to some side effects, but on a warm day, you can still see the blue beneath the green.
♥ Bio: Molemound was born with the chubbiest cheeks that you always wanna pinch. The short and simply brown tabby pelt you just wanna run your hands through. And a tiny stump of a tail like his mom's that some can't help but boop on the way past him. And Molemound will always squeak in embarrassment when you do. Because after moons of cats doing it, he keeps forgetting they will. He was born to Poppymask and Ratstar, and even though his other siblings look quite a bit different than their father, Molemound never doubted it for a second. I mean, they were both brown. What more could you ask for? That's the kind of simple thinking he's prone too. If it's easier to figure something out in fewer steps but not think about it critically, that's the path he will take. He's not dumb, but he's not exceptionally smart either. Molemound's talent seems to be just attracting people to his presence. Intentionally or otherwise. He doesn't particularly stand out, he's just the kind of guy that is hard to hate. Everything he does has such earnest kindness behind it, as if he always has the right reason behind it. Or whatever reason he's been lead to believe. Since Molemound is so trusting in others and they find him trustworthy, it's easy for you to make him a pawn in your game. And he won't really mind. Maybe the forgetfulness was hereditary from his real father, Undeadecho. But Molemound has an ear for details, able to recite a conversation line by line. A perfect mole for anyone who needs one. (i.imgur.com/xq4UpwV.png) Fawnhysteria
♥ Parents: Lorelei Manina (berry) x Vulcan (honey)
♥ Element: Demon - Body Switch : The user can swap bodies with any of his three identical siblings. // Weakness: His siblings can also swap to his body without permission.
♥ Inspiration: Doestar, Lucistic, Hajime Hinata from SDR2 and Ruru-chan
♥ Bio: An anomaly. Nothing about him makes sense. From his pelt that looks more like a canvas with black and orange paint thrown on it, to his multicolor eyes that flash copper in the light. It only gets weirder when you see there's 4 of him. Well, not necessarily. One of the quadruplets from Lorelei Manina and Vulcan's union, he was brought to Swift with his brothers to be with his father. While he could never understand why they were dropped off, he doesn't question it much. Especially since his mother comes around often enough for him. With his brothers Casimir, Lorien, and Carnage, they quickly became troublemakers, always blaming the other for any form of mischief. Romulus himself is the most straightforward of the group, rarely struggling with things like identity and pride and taking his emotions in stride. He takes things as they come, letting any praise or condescension roll off his back. On the surface, he is remarkably average. Just the right amount of mischief and remorse, work and play, laid back and serious. It's almost remarkable. Peeling the layers back reveal he's a glutton for punishment, always getting strung along by someone not good for him. But he doesn't appear to mind, more reveling in the pain and the heartbreak. And even when he's discarded, he'll come back. To where it's easy to say he's obsessed with the bad romance. Like a roach, he keeps coming back. Cause it's never enough.
♥ Bio: Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run, run, run. That was the mantra, that was all she knew. All she could do was run, as much as she didn't want to. The name Rabbit has haunted her all her life, she feels she should remember where it came from but doesn't. It fits though, her fur a pristine white and her tall ears angling this way and that. One eye a sky blue, the other an earthy blue, like she's two cats fused into one. Her mind pulls her in two different directions, the two cats in her mind conflicting with each other. One says to run, just like she was doing. No one was trustworthy, no one would keep her safe. Not hurt her, not lock her up. She ran because she had no other option, it was the greatest action to show her defiance. The other says to stay. Not because she believes she can give them a chance, but because it's the only way to satisfy her deep desire for contact. For the smallest smidgen of love. It's all encompassing, like a sickness. It's led her down too many dark paths for one so young. A desire so strong, she doesn't know how to combat that other side other than to run. But even if she does, she keeps looking back.
♥ Bio: If nothing ever goes right, there's no reason to believe things would change. He was ready to be a throwaway character in a movie, one that is filmed to be sympathetic. Kind, strong in their convictions, maybe a little dumb but charming enough. And then the plot completely destroys them and everything they love. The worst part is there is no redemption, no promise for a happy future. Because it's already too late, because that character is dead, and now the protagonist takes on their burden. But there's no sympathy for that character, cause he was just a device, a ploy to pull at your heartstrings till they break. Maggotmeat is still alive though and doesn't know what to do with his remaining time. His body is covered in pure white fur like a corpse covered in fallen snow. As he gets older, he will slowly start to grey; decay except for his chest, belly, and paws. Which was strange, especially since rigor mortis starts in the head. His hazy green reptilian eye is sunk into his skull, the other completely gone and leaving an empty hole in its wake. Like his namesake, he is horribly small. Already the runt of his litter, a lack of milk kept him from growing any more. Any chance to grow or change was shut down, even if Winterclan would say otherwise. His only supposed help was Howlingnight dragging him away from Bluejay to force him to walk to her again. When he left the prison, he didn't initially fit in with his siblings. He was looking to be brave like his mother wanted, and that seemed to mean being rebellious. Rather than go with his demon name, Maggotkit, he took the name his mother Bluejay called him, Tundrakit. Until one day, when his foster mother, Dottymask, got mad enough to cuff him over the eye for it. His eye swelled up and became infected, and with them refusing to let the witch's help, it ended up with Maggotkit pinned to the ground as Silverfury pulled it out of its socket. With his eye came his defiance, and Maggotkit slowly fell into his role as a servant and a demon. He's generally polite but will point out flaws in his littermate's logic. While he has gotten along with them better, there's still a wall between him and a few. Once he became quiet, he stopped being the center of attention. Which meant less torment. But his mind still revolved around the things they said, slowly letting himself believe he is what they say he is. You can still catch the glimmer of rebellion in his eye if you look close enough. Though most of that is tunneled into stealing food and talking back to winterclan. He still has a fierce devotion to Bluejay and gets extremely defensive of her. He still wants to be seen as the brave boy she asked him to be, but he isn't sure he'll live long enough to become it. (i.imgur.com/O9ygdHT.jpg) Blackthornfate
♥ Parents: Sablestar (mousely) x Titaniumheart (.:fantasyrose:.)
♥ Siblings: Harechase, Flametheory, Dreamreflect and Destinydare
♥ Nervous Quirk: unsheathing and sheathing her claws
♥ Clan Specific Thing: none
♥ Adoption Thread: none
♥ Element: none
♥ Inspiration: none
♥ Bio: There's nothing left in this world for her, so why is she even still here? Her name, gone. The rest of her family, dead. Her impact on the world disappeared like a ripple in a lake. It was large at the time, but now is nothing more than a vague memory. Where she came from, where she went and why she is back, she'll never tell. Even for one old enough to be an elder's mother, she still has secrets behind that wry smile. They're forever locked away. You can barely get close to her, she bounces around groups and will even play the enemy to get people off her back. Blackthornfate only appears to care for herself but is also one that can't be chained down. She must have dug a hundred ways out of the prison, found a thousand or more hiding spots on the mountain. Just to get away, just to play the jester one last time. Her coat is long, greyed out from age, or even just the snow. Though she's not as big as the other Winterclan purebreds. Her eyes are the only thing that even hints at her past, a dark brown. A sable like color. But ask her no questions, and she tells no lies. Cause otherwise, she'll be lying a lot. (i.pinimg.com/originals/13/14/cd/1314cd778676acddca156c52eb78aeec.jpg) Heavenlyarctic
♥ Bio: She was supposed to be the catch of Winterclan. Pure blooded Winterclan, with white luxurious fur with misty traces of silver cascading through her fur like the snow wisping around mountain terrain. When the wind settles, it piles up at her feet and nose. Her eyes are hazel blue like watery cold sunsets and her voice is as delicate as ice. At first glance, she's almost too perfect. She’s elegant in the way she talks, princess perfect in the way she walks too. She is kind and benevolent, always wanting to help others and the clan. She never returns back to camp empty-pawed, there’s always a piece of prey held with pride in her glittery toothed jaws. Seemingly perfect, with the few toms around clamoring over her, it's like she was torn right out of a fairytale. But there's never been a perfect cat, even if Heavenlyarctic tries to be. She suffers from PTSD after watching her parents, Dottymask and Silverfury, beat her other siblings into submission for not being perfect. She also never got away from it herself, bullied by her sisters, Rosemaryblight and Fluffyleopard, for her passive nature and complete lack of a spine. She cries at the sight of anyone fighting, and goes into panic attacks if forced to fight someone else. Both in physical fights and confrontations. Heavenlyarctic has a hard time standing up for herself and others, and while she tries to stop a fight, she rarely does. Her will is rather soft, and she isn't accustomed to violence, which is only magnified by her fear of blood. Anytime she falls short of perfection, panic grips her of what it could mean for her being less than what her parents expected of her. Because of her fear of violence, Heavenlyarctic often says that she will be a permanent queen, not a warrior despite her hunting skills. Staying in the nursery may stave some of the expectations her parents have for her, but there's no chance she'd be rid of them entirely. (assets.rbl.ms/4169738/980x.jpg) Deathreign
♥ Parents: Wintrystar (pao) x Howlingnight (faith)
♥ Adoption Thread: none. was given over discord by cleaver
♥ Element: none
♥ Inspiration: none
♥ Bio: Your first impression on people will stick to their minds like warm tongues on cold street lamps. And they're just as foolish as trying to lick it in the first place. Cause they lie. It shouldn't be a surprise, everyone does at some point. Some white as snow, some black like ink and forever staining the canvas they were splattered on. The way you walk and talk can sway the reception of your character just as hard as your actions, if not more. It's important to everything going forward. When you stand next to stars on the stage of life, it's easy to be overshadowed. But that's not what Deathreign wants. Nah, he figured if he was going to walk across this stage, he wanted to do it right. And he has all the looks and blood to stick out. His long fur is a velvety black curtain, catching the light and showing smoke trails of white from the theater guests. His eyes are a pale yellow like studio lights, illuminated across his dark pelt. Deathreign truly stands among stars, his parents Wintrystar and Howlingnight. And they were expected to act their hearts out for the audience, for Winterclan. At first glance, when he walks onto the stage, Deathreign does a good job. With dark fur that stands out against the harsh snow, mysterious eyes that could tell you everything right or wrong, even a smile as devilishly mischievous yet practiced tells you all you want to know. He's a bad boy, one every boy and girl his age fears yet loves. Like in high school dramas, you can catch him throwing rocks at birds, sneaking off to Lord Borealis knows where or beating outsiders to a pulp. Anything to get your heart racing, whether he knows it or not. And your first impression holds. Until he opens his mouth. For as much as Deathreign loves control, craves it even, his tongue gives him away. Cause as soon as one word comes out, every single one of his thoughts do. He has a bad case of diarrhea of the mouth, spilling every thought that crosses his mind all at once. Whatever he sees or hears, it doesn't matter what. It leads to most of his interactions becoming awkward and him trying to shut himself up. But it rarely works. More like a dam that is barely holding itself together, everything will rush out eventually. His knowledge is a jack of all trades kind, the things he's most interested in like snakes and scorpions he's never seen. It's on a level where you could call him dorky. It's a constant battle with himself, with the stage, and with his parents. Since his real self conflicts with what the world expects of him, he sheds any sort of mercy and kindness from his act. Calling him a prick is an understatement, as very few are exempt from his nitpicking and trashtalk. Any sort of grumbling or complaining he hears is generally responded to by Deathreign's catchphrase. "Suck it up." Like he does, like he expects everyone else to. As the audience wants, he acts. As simple as that. (i.pinimg.com/originals/79/0c/8f/790c8ff81adfe19800132b31a493e6b9.jpg) Bluereflection
♥ Parents: Blackthornfate (berry) x Deal (cleaver) (adopted by Smokesignal (atom))
♥ Bio: It didn't take long in Bluereflection's short life for a phrase to rise up about him. "when trouble brews, it's out of Blue." Trouble was never a surprise anymore, it wasn't out of nowhere now. It was from Bluereflection. He attracts trouble no matter where he goes. Most of it is not his fault, perpetually walking in the eye of a hurricane. Not that he is ever without fault. Because, for lack of a better term, Bluereflection is an idiot. He tends to mistake anything he sees for something else and needs to be barraged with evidence before he changes his mind. He is easygoing and friendly if a bit lazy. But he will come up with lie after lie if it means saving his own skin. It's almost like a compulsion for him. People blame him for almost anything anyway, who'd believe him if he told the truth? Probably no one. So he may as well. It's not like life does him any favors. Bluereflection's luck is terrible, especially in the love department. He likes the ladies and the gents like anyone else does, maybe a little too much. But his relationships tend to crumble almost as soon as he starts them, to where he can tell you his different flings based on how they slapped him. He's pretty handy with certain things and has a good eye for art, but that's about it for his skills. For as much as Bluereflection wants to stand on his own and side by side with his siblings, he has a long road ahead of him. Bluereflection is a long-haired dark blue cat with pale yellow eyes.
♥ Nervous Quirk: world becomes dark, sight starts to black out
♥ Clan Specific Thing: none
♥ Adoption Thread: none
♥ Element: none
♥ Inspiration: Dr. Funkbeat, Dr. Stein, Kokichi, Ace, Akechi
♥ Bio: “There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.” - Oscar Levant
You all know him. You all love him. You can't live without him. The mad doctor with a silver tongue and words laced with poison. The Cheshire cat who smiles with more teeth than joy and who's morbid curiosity will always lead him back no matter how many times he's killed. Addiction and chaos blend together, creating the black as night roast that is Funk E'tan. The base is surprisingly light and short, an auburn brown color like brown sugar and just as sweet to the taste with no scars to rough it up. Black rosettes like roses and stripes like blades of grass grow from this ground, swirling together along his slender frame. Topped with a muzzle as white as whipped cream. He is shockingly slim for a Primal Instinct cat, much less a Nemesis. But he stares at the world through light celadon eyes, the very windows to his soul appearing to be sick. It's a contagious virus he's spread over to countless victims and the like over the last few years. What the Nemesis lacks in physical prowess, he makes up for in cunning and strategy. Born a kittypet, he left that life out of boredom and joined a clan, but also ended up leaving that life by repaying their kindness and teachings with a mass poisoning of the food supply. Empathy has always been a stranger to him, divorcing the thought even more as he traveled anywhere he could; making medicine and giving it to anyone he could get to drink it with a little sugar. At first, he tested his theories on himself, ingesting anything he could get his paws on. But his immune system quickly caught on and now he can only get the same high if he watches someone go through it. To call him magnetic would be an understatement, all things good and evil are drawn to him. He fulfills his wish of maintaining the greenhouse at the cost of becoming Shaman. His kits thrive as other Nemeses die, leaving him to pick up the pieces. A crown was placed on his head as the corpse of his mate hung above his throne. Perhaps the reason they let him keep the position is because he keeps picking himself up after every blow, truly the embodiment of the ideals of Primal Instinct. A bright and hard working leader who takes no one seriously, who relishes in the pain of others, who will use and abuse anyone in his way until he just throws them away like scrap and could watch the world burn with no qualms. No one needs to know the desperation in drowning his emotions in any few inches of water he can find, the compulsive need to be in any position of power he can get, the constant lying and betrayal just to get no one to trust him and ridicule those that do, the throwing of his heart around just waiting for it to break again and to laugh it off. The karmic line between love and pain, genius and insanity, has blurred in his eyes, shaky and runny as they melt together. Constantly on the quest for knowledge, he'll continue to throw everything together without care. It's only a matter of time before it blows up in his face, but maybe that's what he's waiting for. (i.imgur.com/QdliTKa.png) Lorelei Manina
♥ Parents: Ahava Vaicorona (honey) x Unknown Father
♥ Siblings: Fia Cendrillon (honey) and Howlingnight (faith)
♥ Bio: The horn that signals the end or the beginning, depending on which side you're on. Cloaked in a pelt that intertwines the deep black of hatred and the blooming red of blood wraps her frame, Small strips of white humanity peaking out on her back and legs. Standing tall and lean, she stares at the world through one Emerald green eye that flashes copper and a void black that bleeds red. ripped away from her mother at birth, she miraculously survived along with her two siblings despite the constant abuse thrown at them from their captors. Lorelei always had a mouth on her, and her tongue was threatened to be ripped from her mouth on numerous occasions. Finally, her and her brother managed to escape, leaving their sister behind cause they couldn't get to her in time. After managing to survive on their own, the two separated, and she traveled on her own for a few moons before being saved from a badger by Senescence. Lorelei would never forget that display, a wondrous dance of gore and shadow. It touched her in a way nothing had for a very long time, and she quickly attached herself to the blood and shadow she-cat. Given the name Lorelei Manina, for her attitude and song, she was brought to the League where she quickly flowered. A warlike siren, she sings a deadly tune. Constantly looking for trouble and always finding it, she plays with fire and loves getting burned. She can lure anyone in with playful words and addictive personality, but like a siren she'll only lead you to destruction. Any feelings for anyone are brief and fleeting, it won't be long until she gets bored and finds someone new to play with. The cycle will repeat, and the performance will begin again. Just be sure to close your ears before or else you'll find yourself next. (i.imgur.com/yFrzSsE.png) Venti
♥ Parents: Unknown (was adopted by Funk)
♥ Siblings: Trenta, Tall and Grande
♥ Children: none
♥ Blood: raised by Funk but not blood related
♥ Family Tree Relation: adopted by Funk
♥ Rank: Enforcer
♥ Gender: Male
♥ Sexuality: Bisexual
♥ Mate / Crush: none, OPEN
♥ Aliases: none
♥ Nervous Quirk: biting the inside of his mouth
♥ Clan Specific Thing: District is Enforcer
♥ Adoption Thread: none
♥ Element: none
♥ Inspiration: Seishi Yodogawa from Danganronpa Re:Birth
♥ Bio: There's no purpose in life other than to live it. But not for Venti. He started out as bright as the sun, rich orange and blinding white sweeping over him. With blue eyes like the vast sky above him. He had the world in the palm of his hands, could have done anything. When he was snatched away from his family in the middle of the night, a new sort of purpose would be forced onto him. A life without it would be empty, inconceivable. From that moment on, he spent every waking and sleeping moment in the lab with Funk E'tan. He was trained and experimented on, and even trying to escape with death was fleeting as Funk simply revived him. Not that Venti tried, he bought into it all. Hook, line and sinker. There was no reason not to, and even when people try and tell him otherwise, he will defend the Nemesis till his last breath. Now that he's been let out into the world, he's a good pawn. While he was supposedly taught to kill, he's not a very good fighter, so he resorts to underhanded tactics. Venti gets by on social interactions by acting like the stereotypical sort of gentlemen he saw on tv sometimes. Polite, courteous and charming in his own way, he's had eyes on him the moment he joined. Though don't let it deceive you. Venti doesn't feel empathy or mercy for those that cross Funk's path. Life and death mean little to him, he lives as a stepping stone and barely has the free will to question it. (i.pinimg.com/originals/ae/6a/91/ae6a916c7ea6a215cdc121a504e14d1a.jpg) Evangeline
♥ Parents: Mistyrose (faith) x Sparrowflight (cleaver)
♥ Bio: Sandy beach shore gold furred she-cat with fragile China blue eyes. Despite feeling grateful that she’s not on death row Evangeline feels ashamed that her only purpose is to serve Innocentia. She wants more out of life, but knows that while Innocentia is around that she’ll never get that freedom. Evangeline is good at her job, she loves getting into fights like any league cat would and is great under pressure, calm even. But one thing she can’t handle is the sunlight, she hates light of any kind, can’t stand it. Luckily the tree leaves usually block most of the sun, but she tries her best to stay inside of camp in the day, refusing to even get up if it means avoiding the sun, she is definitely nocturnal. Evangeline oftens questions her own value, which makes her want to stand out such as dying her fur with berry leaves, find weird hobbies. Anything to distance herself from being that one chick that hunts for Innocentia. (i.pinimg.com/564x/57/f6/a4/57f6a44070b81c62b58716ca24d39e53.jpg) Nereus
♥ Bio: Her name means little fang, and it's clear why she got that name the moment you meet her. Plush black fur adorn her, undertones of auburn lining every hair. Once a shy and quirky she-cat of Nightclan, she moved here with her siblings to be closer with their father, Lux. While she was the most unsure, she quickly grew accustomed to it, and thriving in her job as a Hunter for the Foreign Affairs district. From the moment she enters a room, she draws all the attention to her presence like a bite that doesn't let go. Even when she doesn't want to, it's so easy to stare after her. Her words are giddy but sharp enough to get her point across, and sometimes strong enough to start up the tidal wave a crowd means. A little on the ditzier side, she's come to almost obsess over twolegs and all the stuff they have. Not that she has any inclination of becoming a kittypet. Much like her old self, she loves a good mystery and will try to solve anything no matter how simple or obvious it may be. (images.unsplash.com/photo-1592388607385-d2e38a371661) Rosalia
♥ Inspiration: Roco Handa from Idolmaster Million Live
♥ Bio: The Skinwalker "Feel the fear and swallow back the tears, let weakness disappear" They move about light a whisper on the breeze, aloof and mysterious. Some days they take on a more masculine persona, some days more feminine, and yet others, you couldn't tell if you tried. With the fluidity of their gender comes similar attitudes towards names, pasts, and the like. They can be anyone you could imagine, and thanks to thick white fur, they can color themselves to match. Only their eyes remain the same throughout it all, earning them their title of Skinwalker. though this is just one aspect of their art, as they will "Rosalia-ize" anything they touch. while one of the more eccentric of the gang, they can be one of the more heartless too. who they hurt and slander is never a concern for them. cause that ends up part of the fun. (cdn.petpress.net/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/11222054/cat-20-15.jpg) Deco
♥ Parents: Disco (honey) x Deal (cleaver)
♥ Siblings: Second (stark), Third (atom), Fourth (honey), Fifth (cleaver), Sixth (biyuu)
♥ Bio: In all things, there should be balance. Yin and Yang, two halves of the same whole. They cannot override the other, or be less than the other. They are perfectly in balance, these opposing forces. Kassandra is similar, walking a fine line with finesse unknown to most others. Her coat is mostly a soft black, but you can catch tints of brown all throughout it in the sunlight. Her paws, chest, neck, the lower half of her face and a blaze that stretches along her nose are an equally gentle shade of white. Not overpowering, the pair complimenting each other in junction with her dark brown eyes like rich soil. Compared to the antics the rest of her litter get into, Kassandra is the most laid back. Capable of just watching the clouds go by for the day, but she never appears lazy. She can be responsible, without being overbearing. It's the kind of balance Kassandra walks, the tightrope she may not even realize she's on. For every vice she has, you can easily see it's opposite virtue another day. It makes her one of the most stable cats in the League, but also unmemorable. It doesn't help that she can't speak in a crowd, no matter how much she wants to.
♥ Bio: His mind is more machine than brain, calculating and quick to extract emotion from the equation. Like his parents he’s set on what is best for the greater number of people and not the individual, yet is a hypocrite and is not afraid to look out for himself should the need arise. However typically he is outwardly selfless helping those in need and very obedient to his father. He is the first to growl at strangers and the last to trust any new outsiders. He’s a prodigy at hunting, and looks to be more like a large cat chasing prey than anything close to a domesticated breed when out in the field. Luca is quick to keep his siblings in line and while he is a scout his slick muscles make it easy to keep anyone in line. When he’s angry he’s not afraid to pin a cat down and bite until he feels they’ve given in. Most of his siblings tend to not mess with him. Like his parents he hopes to find a mate, not for the sake of love, but to continue reproducing for the Regime to stay alive. He doesn’t like the idea of taking an outsider as a mate, but given the Regime’s close family ties he’s not against finding or capturing his own wife. (i.imgur.com/CCX7xtw.png) Huntleigh Eerie
♥ Parents: Duskslayer (faith) x Unseenlights (racer)
♥ Element: Innate - Nullification: Anyone or anything with elemental, enchanted, or magical abilities are unable to use said abilities with the user around. The range of this ability starts at a five feet perimeter at birth, but every moon they age it grows a foot longer in range. // Weakness: User has no control over this ability, it is constantly in use
♥ Inspiration: Astrid from Camp Camp
♥ Bio: Like father, like son; they say. If his father had kept his destiny of becoming a main character, maybe Huntleigh wouldn't have turned out the way he had. That destiny was passed down to him, and Huntleigh's paws are just as shaky as his. His fur is an ocean of shadows that drape across his body like long veils of silk. Along the side of one of his turquoise eyes is a crescent moon marking, peeking out from his dark fur like the moon in the night. The marking is identical to his father Duskslayer's. He has a single white right paw that looks as though his paw was dipped into the lunar moon itself. At first glance, he seems like he's got the world in his paws. Huntleigh carries himself with a shocking amount of confidence and apathy, where he could tell you the sky was falling with such seriousness; you'll need to do a double-take. The undisputed cool kid of his litter, his sense of self-inflated. Huntleigh is always looking for the next big thing, the coolest things to do, and tends to have a foul mouth so he looks even cooler. His dreams of rebellion and being the outlier led to him being left behind in the Regime by his family as they went to Sunclan. Even with the support of his family, Huntleigh didn't know how to cope with it. He felt like his family cared more about Sunclan than him. And his awful coping mechanism turned out to be anger, funneling all the loathing he felt onto one figure. Making a mountain out of a molehill, he despises his immediate family. Especially his father, Duskslayer. Even though he was warned about this road, he still takes it. Spiteful and clever, he'll do anything he can to get even. To be heard. But he's also one to believe wholeheartedly in his friends and family. Huntleigh adores his grandparents, Sean and Shule, as well as his sister Astrid and his friend Rottenpaw. Huntleigh will do whatever he can to protect and help them, no matter the consequences. Or if he won't, another persona of his will. But he can't defeat the monster he made on his own. It's far bigger than anyone expected and is about to lead him down a dark dark path. (i.imgur.com/G3WemUj.jpg) Lockslie Needletoes
♥ Bio: The youngest of the reclusive Needletoes family. Lockslie is a pitch black she-cat with a white neck and paws, topped with baby blue eyes that never grew out of that kit phase. And the rest of Lockslie follows. She's the spoiled baby of the family and knows it. She has mastered the art of playing cute to get what she wants, and if that fails, she'll start throwing tantrums until her parents cave. Somewhat acceptable as a kit, but even as an adult, Lockslie has been known to act the exact same. She has a huge superiority complex and believes herself to be better than everyone else, even casually bossing around cats older and higher on the ladder than her. If you try to take something she considers her's, she'll make you pay without remorse. Her bratty attitude has made her infamous among the other families, but she'll always run back to the Needletoes for any sort of consoling. Stuck in a rut, there is potential for Lockslie to change. But the first step is her wanting to change, and who knows how long it'll take her to make it.
♥ Bio: No matter how far one runs, there is no way to leave your shadow behind. It's either weightless or the heaviest burden of them all. Of course, for there to be a light to chase after, there must be a shadow to run from. It'd be hard to consider Beastsrefrain reborn, considering not much had changed with this new light. His white pelt got fluffier and longer, no longer held down by various paints. His face is dusted with a light orange, a bit like a burn that could never heal. Topped with baby blue eyes, clear windows into his soul. It was clear where he came from, maybe even who he was, from the moment he stumbled into Swiftclan territory. Moonlitnocturne, once Janus and Priest Promised of Sunclan, had thrown that life away for a chance to start anew. While it is clear it still haunts him, he's quickly proven his loyalty to Swift to where little question it. When you first meet him, he's an awkward mess. Stumbling over different personalities, even jumping to anger despite being quick to apologize. He wears his heart on his sleeve and it's easy to tell what he's thinking. While not very intimidating, there might be a time you see something snap in him. Very resistant to most change and religion, he's also rather self depreciating and doesn't view himself as very good despite his phenomenal fighting skills. You might here tidbits of his past of killing kits and drinking blood, but he will quickly say he's a changed tom. Whether that's completely true or not remains to be seen. (i.pinimg.com/564x/e2/4f/4e/e24f4e3eaea04943b73a1eac8261cdb5.jpg) Dawnfrost
♥ Parents: Bloodyrondo (jadie) x Satinlights (stark) (adopted by Beastsrefrain (berry))
♥ Bio: A knight of ice, cloaked in armor as white and bright as the blinding sun above us. Each point has been delicately dusted with light orange, like cinnamon sprinkled on top of a pile of whipped cream pancakes. But don't expect such sweetness from Dawnfrost. The only way your teeth will hurt from her is if she knocks them out. Overly rigid and orderly, she follows the rules first and her conscious second. Though she also tends to consider the needs of the many over the needs of the few. Picturing herself a knight from fairy tales of old, she is quick to jump into the fray to defend someone. Even if it doesn't help her, perhaps especially as she tends to be a little too concerned for others over herself. She tends to get in arguments with her littermates about who's right and who's wrong. When off duty, she's as icy as they come. Any emotion that manages to cross her face comes across as forced. Blunt to the point of being rude, she seems to live and die on hard truths. But even after winning an argument, only the smallest grin on her face would show she got any enjoyment out of it. Even her eyes reflect her ice knight status, a brilliant blue that's deeper than ice. What lurks under the water of this iceberg is uncertain, though it seems it'll take more than warmth to get her to melt. (i.pinimg.com/564x/1e/e6/5b/1ee65b1d9b0d35dab0865e1af0783819.jpg) Pineapplebreeze
♥ Bio: Her fur is like the straw turned to gold, each strand shining in the light like a warm sunbeam. Even her eyes are gilded over, a shallow pool of honey. Not horribly deep, not that Pineapplebreeze minds. She was born in Fallclan, but became bored and moved to Swiftclan to be with her friend, Swiftriver. And that's exactly the kind of cat she is, one prone to listen to her whims than anything else. It's hard to get her down, mostly because she'll ignore you if you try to. Pineapplebreeze is very convinced of her convictions, tending to push them down her friend's throats. She's rather shallow, leaning towards those with good looks or status. Her dreams of having a huge friend group and being popular would be a lot easier to achieve if she wasn't so pushy. While not overly suspicious, she does wonder what kind of tricks cats have and beg them to tell her. Especially if they get her out of work. Even if she's supposed to be helping Swiftclan, she treats the clan like her new vacation spot. But does anyone really mind? Probably not. Pineapplebreeze has an odd sense of charm to her, making her hard to hate. But also hard to love. So when she finds a genuine friend, she sticks to them like glue. Strong enough to rip her away from everything she once knew. (i.imgur.com/GhcXF0y.jpg) Dandelionfleece
♥ Parents: Beastsrefrain (berry) x Indigopastels (stark)
♥ Bio: a blonde and white she-cat with golden eyes. Despite her cute appearance, Dandelionfleece is very sassy, feisty, stubborn, and hot-tempered. However, despite her rough interior, at her core, she is devoted and loyal to those she loves, and will eventually come to terms with those she initially resents, should they prove themselves worthy of her friendship. She is also intuitive and quick on her feet, always thinking outside the box and coming up with new and unusual ways to do things making her look odd compared to her sisters. She's also one to take great care of her appearance, and you can even spot her looking at herself in a lake if you're lucky. (i.pinimg.com/474x/92/21/5c/92215c3a7311f8613db505938c3b6f42.jpg) Blacklotus
♥ Parents: Squirrelpool and Smokeynight
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♥ Family Tree Relation: Swiftriver
♥ Rank: Scout
♥ Gender: Female
♥ Sexuality: Bisexual
♥ Mate / Crush: none, OPEN
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♥ Bio: Black tabby with yellow eyes. Carbon copy of her father yoikes. Daughter of Squirrelpool and Smokeynight. Related to all of the Swiftriver family (Phoenixstar & Lightningswift, Chimerastar, etc) She wants what she wants, and no one will ever tell her otherwise. Haughty, self important, and an overall brat, she walks around like she owns the world. However, she tends to get away with it more than others purely for the fact that she is absolutely gorgeous, and many cats will overlook a horrible attitude for a pretty face. Niece of Bluestream.
♥ Bio: There was always something off about her. Odd even. It must have been from the moment she was born. Cause even if the name was from love, Odddream never really understood why she even had that name. She looks like a patchwork doll, different colors of fur sewn together, with frayed ends and colors that start and stop wrongly. Her olive-green eyes are like buttons, delicately sewn, and sunken into place. Maybe it was the gangly way her limbs just hung, like a toy's limbs about to fall off, or how her features appear more pronounced than most cats. But it was clear she wasn't quite right from the get go. Proven more in that she would always end up sick. Kept in the nursery for her kithood, and reporting back to her mother often in her apprenticehood, she was stifled on the social front and it shows. Painfully shy, she tends to sit on the sidelines rather than join in. While mostly satisfied with her daydreams, she is fascinated yet terrified for them to become a reality. Airheaded, she's oblivious to others feelings towards her. As she gets older, the sickness doesn't really leave her. She merely gets used to the feeling and learns the signs of when to stop. Odddream rarely complains though, and goes along with her orders easily. She sometimes feels like she is stuck in a dream she can't wake up from. And some part of her wishes it was true, that this wasn't her reality. (i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/72/3f/ee723f013f5c8638d2a53692ea5b1640.jpg) Spectreslight
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♥ Bio: Do you suppose we see ghosts because we want to? We hear things in garbled static because we're listening for them? Like when someone says they hear mishear lyrics in a song and now you can only hear that misheard lyric? We suspect a presence the most when we are frightened and alone and scared, and jump at the slightest noise. The will o the wisp is a mirage to makes travelers believe they see a lantern. Yuki is like a wisp, a ghost. She appears exactly when you don't, or sometimes do, expect her to. In the darkest light, she shines. When all seemed doomed, she appeared. Her footsteps are soft and her presence is blinding. Like the spitting image of an old flame, she is white like a sheet with bright blue eyes like starved embers. Where this ghost came from, no one is quite sure. Her past is a mystery, one no one in Moonclan cares to pry into. Just that she was known by a different name at one point, but asking about it will only get you the cold shoulder. With those eyes so big and bright like a child's but with a gaze that cuts like a knife, it’s hard to keep her gaze. Her words are just as sharp and concise, making quick work of commands before going off somewhere else. Some would describe her brilliant, how easily she slipped into place and fit in so easily. How it seems like she was always there, hidden in plain sight. How she knows every part of the territory, every rock and fallen tree and nest, like she's haunted the grounds for eons before the cats inhabited it. Others call her awful. With the way she talks like she's constantly annoyed and rude, or how she spends most of her time laying about, or that she leaves the fighting to those around her. Like they're just pawns in her game. A bizarre chessmaster, Spectreslight shows no signs on leaving any time soon, and it's unclear if Moonclan will be better or worse for it. (i.pinimg.com/564x/a1/7b/25/a17b25212d0a22abaa6afe0a4bc264af.jpg) Designerdarling
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♥ Bio: She has the long auburn fur of an outsider, with dark amber eyes to match. A trail of black rides along her spine, from the tip of her tail to her forehead, like darkness trying to crawl out of her. She tries to exile it, with anything she can manage. But she can't. The past haunts her, she doesn't talk about it. Not where she or her siblings came from, just that they're here and here to stay. In actuality, Darling finally found it in herself to run, as far and as fast as she could. They say she's brave, she says she's lucky and to leave her alone. Another day there could have lead to her death, but now she doesn't know what to do with her newfound lease on life. She was ready to die, by their claws, but she didn't. So now she's stuck doing what she always did, hiding behind the perfect mask. Of a new hunter who does whatever she can for Winterclan even though she tires out and gets sick easily. Of a soft spoken and gentle cat even though she talks behind everyone's back to everyone else. A fine she-cat when she is anything but. Anything that can damage her reputation is overly corrected or destroyed, just for her own piece of mind. Despite that, she is deceptive and rebellious, and often finds herself going back to exactly what she hates. Wondering if she has become the shadow of the one that nearly killed her, she'll go forward and take advantage of anyone she can, spreading the same sadness she endured cause she doesn't know how to deal with it. The irony is not lost on her, just the fact that she keeps taking in that darkness she wants to expel. (i.pinimg.com/564x/64/2e/f6/642ef6cda62ca26ac270207a495ecfd9.jpg) Toyking
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 16, 2020 20:34:26 GMT -5
Nervous Quirk List Abaddon: yawns Anemoneshade: bites lower lip Beastsrefrain: pacing Blackthornfate: unsheathing and sheathing her claws Bluereflection: unable to stop talking Cinderwolf: clenching her jaw Cloudlagoon: nods Dandelionfleece: hiccups Dawnfrost: biting claws Deathreign: scoffs Deco: Designerdarling: Duskfable: cracks his neck Evangeline: touching her ribbon Fawnhysteria: scratches himself Finchflight: Flickeringvixen: voice gets louder Funk: sight starts to black out Goldenphantom: laughs Heavenlyarctic: pulls at the fur around her paws Huntleigh: makes himself bigger Kassandra: can't make eye contact Liondynasty: turning his body away Lorelei Manina: avoids eye contact Luca: grinds his teeth Maggotmeat: makes himself smaller Molemound: looking around constantly Nereus: licks lips repeatedly Odddream: feeling dizzy Peppermintkiss: clicking his claws together Pineapplebreeze: wagging her tail Princecharming: voice goes up octave Rabbitrun: bounces her leg Ravenisland: paw stirs the ground Rosalia: draw circles on their leg or the ground Sioux: rubbing her eyes Smolderingcomet: tears up Spectreslight: Sunnysmiles: stutters Sweettart: Toyking: Thymetravel: Undeadecho: clicks his teeth Vantanoir: smiles Veiledstory: unable to break eye contact Venti: biting the inside of his mouth
Post by strawberrycupid on Sept 26, 2020 13:52:47 GMT -5
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[attr="class","nameheader"]LIONDYNASTY
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Warrior ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: Bisexual ‣ Mate: OPEN ‣ Aliases: none
‣ Parents: Featherfire (secretkit) x Unknown Father ‣ Siblings: Vixenkismet (honey), Cougarcall (stark), Tiikeri (simply), Wolfkit ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 100% Sun ‣ Family Tree Relation: related to Fox
[attr="class","bulktext"]He'd been in the shadows for too long. While not scorned or forgotten, he merely disappeared for years. Maybe he was jealous of the power thrown onto his sister and not him. Or the praise other garnered. He was mostly ignored as a kit and apprentice, each act somehow upstaged by someone else. Though the instant that sister got to be High Priestess, he threw himself into the role of the High Priestess' brother. As soon as that power left, he seemed too as well. Until one day when he strolled into Dayclan like it was nothing special. What on his siblings is bright red fur is a darker brown on his. Hints of orange are splashed across his chest and legs, but the rest of his pelt gradually changes between light brown to a brownish-blackish color. The fur around his muzzle has started to go white with age, but his dark brown eyes still hold the fire of youth. Liondynasty is Vixenkismet's brother and isn't one to let you forget it. He has strong pride in his family and his blood. But also, about everything else. If he does wrong, he'll blame anyone but himself. If you don't acknowledge his greatness, he'll harass you until you relent. For all his persistence, it doesn't mean he's very cunning. It's easy to catch him in a lie, or his proclamations don't line up to reality, but he'll still always deny. Vixen was always the brains of the litter, and that continues to this day. At least with him. He's undyingly loyal to Vixen and tends to listen to her before anyone else. Whether to her pleasure or annoyance, he doesn't really care. A bit too leery for his own good as well, but that's probably the blood talking.
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[attr="class","nameheader"]THYMETRAVEL
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Kit ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: Undecided ‣ Mate: OPEN ‣ Aliases: Thymekit
‣ Parents: Unknown (adopted by Fia Cendrillon (honey) and Goldenphantom (berry)) ‣ Siblings: Unknown - adopted: Curledtoes (atom), Patchingdreams, Littleash, Wispysmoke (turtle), Hothero (biyuu), Nightbiscuit (honey) ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 100% Unknown ‣ Family Tree Relation: adopted into eerie
[attr="class","bulktext"]He was too young to remember a life before Fia Cendrillon grabbed him and brought him to Dayclan. The last thing he could recall before seeing the sprawling wheat fields was snowflakes dancing around him. Who his parents are, where they are, if they're even looking for him, isn't something Thymetravel really concerns himself with. He believes it to be fate instead, deciding suddenly that Dayclan was better than whatever world he was in before with his parents. Thymetravel looks like the snowstorm he was picked up in, white covering his pelt with wisps of grey and black around his face, paws and tail. His ears are curled back, permanently that way thanks to the blizzarding winds. And his eyes are a bright and blazing blue, like a clear sky after the storm is over. He's under the illusion of excellence, that he is destined for bigger and grander things. He claims to be the reincarnation of once medicine cat, Yellowmoon, after hearing a story about her when he was a kit. And he hasn't let go of that ideology since. He uses long words to compensate for his squeamishness and fear of fighting and getting hurt again. But Thymetravel is on the clumsier side, tripping over his own feet often enough where the medicine cats den is basically a second home. He's luckily gotten away with only chipping his tooth on a rock, but it's still led to him staring at the ground while walking. Thymetravel thinks he's smarter than he is, and gets embarrassed when it's revealed he's not. Despite his proud and ridiculous exterior, he is well meaning and smarter than others give him credit for. Which is good, cause he'll be climbing to the top before you know it.
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[attr="class","nameheader"]NOBLEFIRE
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Kit ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: tbd ‣ Mate: OPEN ‣ Aliases: Noblekit
‣ Parents: Autumngossamer (faith) and Lovesmitten (racer) ‣ Siblings: Chaseclouds (racer) and Summervalley (nova) ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 50% Sun, 50% PI ‣ Family Tree Relation: none
[attr="class","bulktext"]Noblefire is named in honor of SwiftClan’s medicine cat Firetooth who partnered with Autumngossamer to take down the Sun God. Noblefire spends a lot of time talking to himself or so it seems anyways. In reality he talks to quite a few spirits, good or bad, but unlike most on the spiritual side he can’t see ghosts. The unique thing he does have above those who can see ghosts is that he can hear and touch them. For a long time he was certain that his lame ability was accidentally walking into the occasional ghost and getting stuck listening to sob stories. But turns out his real power is banishing spirits back to their heavens or binding their souls into objects. Because of this Noblefire spends more of his time talking to the old souls of the world than the living. However the living certainly want to talk to him just as much as the dead. Unlike the typical boy who talks to ghosts he’s not the loner type. He excels as a warrior, is popular among the clan, and enjoys mingling with others. But despite his love for talking to others he’s an introvert at heart and does want a few days to himself that doesn’t involve being emotionally drained by other people for better or for worse. Noblefire had started out in his childhood banishing spirits, than trapping some into stones, but when he got older he learned how to trap them in his claws for extra strength or even in his eye to allow their souls to bleed into his to gain more knowledge or power. It’s a dangerous game, but he likes to experiment.
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[attr="class","nameheader"]FINCHFLIGHT
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Kit ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: Gay ‣ Mate: OPEN ‣ Aliases: Finchkit
‣ Parents: Unknown ‣ Siblings: Hawkcharm, Robinmask (woof) and Wrenwarbler (ian) ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 100% Unknown ‣ Family Tree Relation: none
[attr="class","bulktext"]Finchflight is the kind of guy who once he decides to do something, he'll do it to the maximum. There's no such thing as the bare minimum with this rich dark brown tabby tom. Nothing is worth doing if he isn't gonna give it his best. He'll train on one move for hours till he perfects it or shower whoever catches his fancy in every sort of flattery and gift. Finchflight will work himself to the bone, but he's less of a workaholic and more attached to whatever outlet he has found for his boundless creativity and passion. He strives to leave his mark on the world in any way he can find. You can probably find little traces of him all over Nightclan territory, mostly in the simple silhouette of a bird flying. But there is still a hurdle for Finchflight. He cannot physically or mentally do everything, so he ends up incredibly picky about whatever catches his fancy. He can be endlessly fascinated by the smallest things, but will be as stubborn as an ox if you try and push him to something he doesn't like. He's far more particular than most on things like connections and time management. It takes an out of this world cat to draw his syrupy brown eyes, but once he sets his sights on you, he doesn't let go.
[attr="class","bulktext"]The oldest of the litter, it is thought that she would be the wise child, the one who leads the other two. But that's by no means the case. She instigates her brother's pranks, leaving him hints about cats who deserve a joke played on them, but she is her sister's confidant and confidence. Speaking for her when no others will. But she does not always do this. More often than not, Skycherry just wants to socialize with other cats, any cats. Her siblings can be her greatest annoyance, but they're all she has so she holds them close. Even if she's ready to strangle them most days. Skycherry grows frustrated with her sister's confidence levels and her brother's pranks, especially the ones played on her. Hot headed, easily frustrated, and shoulders heavy with the responsibilities of being the eldest, Skycherry is anything but the ideal older sister. Skycherry is a red-orange maine coon cat with amber brown eyes, her fur the same firey color as her temper.
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[attr="class","nameheader"]CLOUDLAGOON
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Warrior ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: Bisexual ‣ Mate: OPEN ‣ Aliases: none
‣ Parents: Oakstorm (jadie) x Tinymutiny (racer) ‣ Siblings: Weepingwillow (racer), Aspengrove (simply), Pineneedle (biyuu), Cedardrop (phantom), Snakebounce (cookie), Wakerobin (morte), Fillyleap (spot), Cherrymahogany (stark) and Angelbriar (jadie) ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 100% Sun ‣ Family Tree Relation: Fox
[attr="class","bulktext"]He didn't even realize he had thrown away his sense of self until he's on his own. Blinking his large jade green eyes, it's clear he's just as formless and frail like the clouds he was named after. Cloudlagoon is a large curly-furred taupe tom with white under-belly, chest, and paws. 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, Cloudlagoon 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.He takes almost every form of criticism to heart. Cloudlagoon 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, Cloudlagoon 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. He could try and carve his way into the hearts of everyone, but his insecurities keep him. So when he blinks and that reflection of him disappears, the only remnant of him left will be the vapor on the wind.
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[attr="class","nameheader"]DUSKFABLE
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Senate ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: Bisexual ‣ Mate: OPEN ‣ Aliases: Duskkit, Duskpaw
‣ Parents: Mapledawn (stark) x Stridesplash (racer) ‣ Siblings: Aurorasky (stark), Brightdawn (racer) and Twilightveil (jadie) ‣ Kits: text ‣ Blood: 50% Moon, 50% Sun ‣ Family Tree Relation: distantly related to Fox through marriage
[attr="class","bulktext"]If those that are most blessed get to hear god's voice, then Duskfable would quickly state that he is the most blessed. Not that it's clear just from looking at him. A rare male torbie, he is also afflicted by most of the things that set back others. His bones break too easily, he's completely infertile and can never have children, and appears to have some sort of developmental problem. While surrounded by his loving parents Mapledawn and Stridesplash, and his siblings, there was little they could do to actually treat his condition. Stomach covered in white fur like a second degree burn and dark brown tabby stripes highlighting his ribs, he is a sight to behold. And he stares back, through dark amber eyes that barely move. Nothing appears to phase him, and he can skip through life like he's in the eye of a hurricane. Mostly, he'll run off and do whatever his whims tell him too. And they are pretty important ones. Cause to him, it's the voice of the Sun God speaking directly to him. And since few else can claim he has spoken directly to him, it makes Duskfable believe that he is blessed further than anyone else. He chooses to ignore the other things, like how his words don't come out how he wants them to, or the way his limbs will choose to not work the way he wants. Cause the physical is temporary, and the reality he creates for himself is eternal.
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[attr="class","nameheader"]VEILEDSTORY
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Prisoner ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: Bisexual ‣ Mate: OPEN ‣ Aliases: Vulture
‣ Parents: Unknown ‣ Siblings: Unknown ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 100% Unknown ‣ Family Tree Relation: none
[attr="class","bulktext"]Every new invention is gawked at until the next shiny thing comes along, but it's unlikely anything will replace the concept of a wedding. Beautiful scenery, gorgeous grooms and brides, warm wishes from everyone you know. It was the sort of things everyone is dreaming of. But it was like every fantasy had come to life in Veiledstory. He is the perfect cat for Winterclan. Long and thick fur that curls on itself, like a gentle trail of a dress. His fur is mostly snowy white, perfect for a blushing bride, but he also had rich brown tabby veil over part of his back, face and tail. His eyes are a grassy green, like new shoots that show signs of new life. He looks like pure Winterclan, and was able to spin out a couple of memorable names to claim as relatives and it didn't take much else convincing. Veiledstory speaks so calmly and deeply, a lulling sound that can easily bring you into a sense of security. And what's not to love? He's very staunch in the new winterclan code, loyal without even needing to be played, but is also sociable and kind. Veiledstory is always watching out for others, willing to lend a hand or get revenge for you. Whatever your needs are, he will shape himself to them. But some things don't add up. Like how those cats he mentioned look nothing like him, or how you'll feel a chill up your spine and then he appears, or how he seems to just know what is going on all the time. He is quietly watching everyone, but one in particular stands out. And he's stubborn enough to spin the webs to get what he wants.
[attr="class","bulktext"]Beautiful and sweet, Sweettart is what most toms dream of. She is soft spoken, willing to compromise, and thoughtful. However, this sweet dream can quickly turn into a nightmare. While its true that she is sweet, she also leave s sour taste in your mouth when you realize that she is just using you to climb up the ranks. She doesn't really care for anyone, only what they can give her. You are either an asset, or dead weight. Sweettart is a mostly white she-cat with grey-taupe markings across her ears, the top of her head, along her spine and her tail with stunning blue eyes.
[attr="class","bulktext"]She was named for the light green eyes that crown her skull, a callback her father was not expecting. Greenstrength is the spitting image of her grandmother, Kosma, who resides in Sunclan. Her inky black pelt splashed with reds and browns, like light creeping through the cracks. But it's not enough to take out the darkness that dominates her pelt. Even though her grandmother despises her existence, Greenstrength admires her yet wants to usurp her.
[attr="class","bulktext"]When she was first brought to Home, it was like a clan ruled by kits. A perfect playground with a never-ending amount of new friends. A single adult, watching over dozens of children climbing up on the walls and hollering as loud as they could. It sounded perfect to Cinderwolf and her siblings. But life was never just fun and games. It was only a few days when the experimenting started. And it was never-ending. From morning until the afternoon, every moment was filled with misery. Those effects were life-changing for most. Well, life-ending. That perfect playground was slowly decaying, getting smaller every day. It only took a few weeks for Cinderwolf to become an only kit. Her sisters Seventeen and Twenty went quick, but her sister Eighteen died very slowly. She fought with all the life she had in her, but it wasn’t enough. But it was her sister's purpose to be experiments. That's what Nineteen was told, what she needed to believe to get through the nights. That was Cinderwolf's name back then. Her own purpose turned out to be training to be an assassin. Like other assassins raised there, her emotions were suppressed, but Cinderwolf went the extra mile. She’s very distant compared to the rest of Humanity, without any littermates she never saw the need to connect with others. Cinderwolf is very unfeeling, not even a thorn in her paw would make her blink. But she poises within her clan as a ditzy cute clutz, the perfect quirky eye candy of her clan. She has auburn fur with cinder underfur, a side effect from losing fur during the experiments only for it to grow back grey. Her eyes also fogged up cinder due to some side effects, but on a warm day, you can still see the blue beneath the green.
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[attr="class","nameheader"]CHARGINGBULL
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: text ‣ Gender: text ‣ Sexuality: text ‣ Mate: text (user) ‣ Aliases: text
‣ Parents: text ‣ Siblings: text ‣ Kits: text ‣ Blood: text ‣ Family Tree Relation: text
[attr="class","bulktext"]Black and white tom with hazel eyes. Can be a bit oblivious sometimes. Spouts the occasional wise words every so often, which seems to come from nowhere. He has two sides to his personality. One side is very calm, very soft spoken. The other side is like a bull in a china shop, ready to fight anyone in his path.
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[attr="class","nameheader"]MOLEMOUND
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Garden Keeper Apprentice ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: Gay ‣ Mate: OPEN ‣ Aliases: Molekit, Molepaw
‣ Parents: Poppymask (jadie) x Undeadecho (berry) (adopted by Ratstar (gidget)) ‣ Siblings: Bugbite (turtle), Weevilspike (gidget), Sunpetal (woof), and Azaleabloom (lavellan) ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 50% Unknown, 50% Sun ‣ Family Tree Relation: none
[attr="class","bulktext"]Molemound was born with the chubbiest cheeks that you always wanna pinch. The short and simply brown tabby pelt you just wanna run your hands through. And a tiny stump of a tail like his mom's that some can't help but boop on the way past him. And Molemound will always squeak in embarrassment when you do. Because after moons of cats doing it, he keeps forgetting they will. He was born to Poppymask and Ratstar, and even though his other siblings look quite a bit different than their father, Molemound never doubted it for a second. I mean, they were both brown. What more could you ask for? That's the kind of simple thinking he's prone too. If it's easier to figure something out in fewer steps but not think about it critically, that's the path he will take. He's not dumb, but he's not exceptionally smart either. Molemound's talent seems to be just attracting people to his presence. Intentionally or otherwise. He doesn't particularly stand out, he's just the kind of guy that is hard to hate. Everything he does has such earnest kindness behind it, as if he always has the right reason behind it. Or whatever reason he's been lead to believe. Since Molemound is so trusting in others and they find him trustworthy, it's easy for you to make him a pawn in your game. And he won't really mind. Maybe the forgetfulness was hereditary from his real father, Undeadecho. But Molemound has an ear for details, able to recite a conversation line by line. A perfect mole for anyone who needs one.
‣ Parents: Wintrystar (pao) x Howlingnight (faith) ‣ Siblings: Gardeniagore (faith), Pomegranatedecay (pao), Reapingnight (jadie) and Skeletalrose (honey) ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 50% Winter, 50% LKR ‣ Family Tree Relation: Direct Eerie
‣ Nervous Quirks: scoffs ‣ Clan Specific Thing: none ‣ Adoption Thread: none, was given to over discord by cleaver ‣ Element: none ‣ Inspiration: none ‣ Picture Link: assets.rbl.ms/4169738/980x.jpg
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[attr="class","bulktext"]Your first impression on people will stick to their minds like warm tongues on cold street lamps. And they're just as foolish as trying to lick it in the first place. Cause they lie. It shouldn't be a surprise, everyone does at some point. Some white as snow, some black like ink and forever staining the canvas they were splattered on. The way you walk and talk can sway the reception of your character just as hard as your actions, if not more. It's important to everything going forward. When you stand next to stars on the stage of life, it's easy to be overshadowed. But that's not what Deathreign wants. Nah, he figured if he was going to walk across this stage, he wanted to do it right. And he has all the looks and blood to stick out. His long fur is a velvety black curtain, catching the light and showing smoke trails of white from the theater guests. His eyes are a pale yellow like studio lights, illuminated across his dark pelt. Deathreign truly stands among stars, his parents Wintrystar and Howlingnight. And they were expected to act their hearts out for the audience, for Winterclan. At first glance, when he walks onto the stage, Deathreign does a good job. With dark fur that stands out against the harsh snow, mysterious eyes that could tell you everything right or wrong, even a smile as devilishly mischievous yet practiced tells you all you want to know. He's a bad boy, one every boy and girl his age fears yet loves. Like in high school dramas, you can catch him throwing rocks at birds, sneaking off to Lord Borealis knows where or beating outsiders to a pulp. Anything to get your heart racing, whether he knows it or not. And your first impression holds. Until he opens his mouth. For as much as Deathreign loves control, craves it even, his tongue gives him away. Cause as soon as one word comes out, every single one of his thoughts do. He has a bad case of diarrhea of the mouth, spilling every thought that crosses his mind all at once. Whatever he sees or hears, it doesn't matter what. It leads to most of his interactions becoming awkward and him trying to shut himself up. But it rarely works. More like a dam that is barely holding itself together, everything will rush out eventually. His knowledge is a jack of all trades kind, the things he's most interested in like snakes and scorpions he's never seen. It's on a level where you could call him dorky. It's a constant battle with himself, with the stage, and with his parents. Since his real self conflicts with what the world expects of him, he sheds any sort of mercy and kindness from his act. Calling him a prick is an understatement, as very few are exempt from his nitpicking and trashtalk. Any sort of grumbling or complaining he hears is generally responded to by Deathreign's catchphrase. "Suck it up." Like he does, like he expects everyone else to. As the audience wants, he acts. As simple as that.
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[attr="class","nameheader"]BLUEREFLECTION
[attr="class","stattext"]‣ Rank: Apprentice ‣ Gender: Male ‣ Sexuality: Bisexual ‣ Mate: OPEN ‣ Aliases: Bluekit, Bluepaw
‣ Parents: Blackthornfate (berry) x Deal (cleaver) (adopted by Smokesignal (atom)) ‣ Siblings: Dreamtheory (flurry), Jestermask (honey), Sablewitch (stark), Thunderdoze (cleaver), Chasingdestiny (shadow) ‣ Kits: none ‣ Blood: 50% Winter, 50% LKR (raised to think he is 100% Winter) ‣ Family Tree Relation: Deal
[attr="class","bulktext"]It didn't take long in Bluereflection's short life for a phrase to rise up about him. "when trouble brews, it's out of Blue." Trouble was never a surprise anymore, it wasn't out of nowhere now. It was from Bluereflection. He attracts trouble no matter where he goes. Most of it is not his fault, perpetually walking in the eye of a hurricane. Not that he is ever without fault. Because, for lack of a better term, Bluereflection is an idiot. He tends to mistake anything he sees for something else and needs to be barraged with evidence before he changes his mind. He is easygoing and friendly if a bit lazy. But he will come up with lie after lie if it means saving his own skin. It's almost like a compulsion for him. People blame him for almost anything anyway, who'd believe him if he told the truth? Probably no one. So he may as well. It's not like life does him any favors. Bluereflection's luck is terrible, especially in the love department. He likes the ladies and the gents like anyone else does, maybe a little too much. But his relationships tend to crumble almost as soon as he starts them, to where he can tell you his different flings based on how they slapped him. He's pretty handy with certain things and has a good eye for art, but that's about it for his skills. For as much as Bluereflection wants to stand on his own and side by side with his siblings, he has a long road ahead of him. Bluereflection is a long-haired dark blue cat with pale yellow eyes.
[attr="class","bulktext"]Her name means little fang, and it's clear why she got that name the moment you meet her. Plush black fur adorn her, undertones of auburn lining every hair. Once a shy and quirky she-cat of Nightclan, she moved here with her siblings to be closer with their father, Lux. While she was the most unsure, she quickly grew accustomed to it, and thriving in her job as a Hunter for the Foreign Affairs district. From the moment she enters a room, she draws all the attention to her presence like a bite that doesn't let go. Even when she doesn't want to, it's so easy to stare after her. Her words are giddy but sharp enough to get her point across, and sometimes strong enough to start up the tidal wave a crowd means. A little on the ditzier side, she's come to almost obsess over twolegs and all the stuff they have. Not that she has any inclination of becoming a kittypet. Much like her old self, she loves a good mystery and will try to solve anything no matter how simple or obvious it may be.
[attr="class","bulktext"]A black and white she-cat with forest green eyes. Identical to her father, Deal. Easily manipulated and tends to fall in and out of love fast.
[attr="class","bulktext"]The youngest of the reclusive Needletoes family. Lockslie is a pitch black she-cat with a white neck and paws, topped with baby blue eyes that never grew out of that kit phase. And the rest of Lockslie follows. She's the spoiled baby of the family and knows it. She has mastered the art of playing cute to get what she wants, and if that fails, she'll start throwing tantrums until her parents cave. Somewhat acceptable as a kit, but even as an adult, Lockslie has been known to act the exact same. She has a huge superiority complex and believes herself to be better than everyone else, even casually bossing around cats older and higher on the ladder than her. If you try to take something she considers her's, she'll make you pay without remorse. Her bratty attitude has made her infamous among the other families, but she'll always run back to the Needletoes for any sort of consoling. Stuck in a rut, there is potential for Lockslie to change. But the first step is her wanting to change, and who knows how long it'll take her to make it.
[attr="class","bulktext"]Black tabby with yellow eyes. Carbon copy of her father yoikes. Daughter of Squirrelpool and Smokeynight. Related to all of the Swiftriver family (Phoenixstar & Lightningswift, Chimerastar, etc) She wants what she wants, and no one will ever tell her otherwise. Haughty, self important, and an overall brat, she walks around like she owns the world. However, she tends to get away with it more than others purely for the fact that she is absolutely gorgeous, and many cats will overlook a horrible attitude for a pretty face. Niece of Bluestream.
[attr="class","bulktext"]There was always something off about her. Odd even. It must have been from the moment she was born. Cause even if the name was from love, Odddream never really understood why she even had that name. She looks like a patchwork doll, different colors of fur sewn together, with frayed ends and colors that start and stop wrongly. Her olive-green eyes are like buttons, delicately sewn, and sunken into place. Maybe it was the gangly way her limbs just hung, like a toy's limbs about to fall off, or how her features appear more pronounced than most cats. But it was clear she wasn't quite right from the get go. Proven more in that she would always end up sick. Kept in the nursery for her kithood, and reporting back to her mother often in her apprenticehood, she was stifled on the social front and it shows. Painfully shy, she tends to sit on the sidelines rather than join in. While mostly satisfied with her daydreams, she is fascinated yet terrified for them to become a reality. Airheaded, she's oblivious to others feelings towards her. As she gets older, the sickness doesn't really leave her. She merely gets used to the feeling and learns the signs of when to stop. Odddream rarely complains though, and goes along with her orders easily. She sometimes feels like she is stuck in a dream she can't wake up from. And some part of her wishes it was true, that this wasn't her reality.
Post by strawberrycupid on Oct 5, 2020 12:52:28 GMT -5
you’ve been hoping to get something dramatic out of this storyline [PTabbedContent]
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Haha. i did it. We Dramaturgy bois. Anyway. Hello, I'm Berry. I'm Primal Instinct's Nemesis. I've been on and off again with Classic since 2010. I was *Bakuraluvr4evr* back then, and never changed it. I led Winterclan with Asterstar back then as well as was MC/MCA for several clans such as Dark Forest with Echotremor, Ashclan with Ornamentedamaryllis, Winterclan with Tearjester (who is back as Blackthornfate actually) and Absum Lux with Pascal.
I enjoy just about any sort of roleplay, but I tend to lean towards the darker ones. Only a few of my cats have mates or planned mates, so if you wanna plot with me on them, shoot me a message on here or on discord.
I love 2D idols like from Idolmaster, Love Live, Bandori, and even Revue Starlight and Project Sekai. Best girl will probably always be Honoka Kousaka. I play all sorts of video games but I'm really into Genshin Impact right now. I also like visual novels, rpgs, platformers and action games. I've been in my vocaloid phase for at least 10 years and it's not stopping. So let me give you a few reccs. I also love all things pink, space or strawberry related. Gotta stick with the brand after all.
Characters may be listed here or on google docs here, I change it up cause i like having things to work on. Also like, I got autism. So I won't get vibes or social cues as much as others. So please just talk to me honestly.
