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[attr="class","chrtagl"][attr="class","chrtag"]audrey twenty-four always talks about my dog, crim short for criminal
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[attr="class","chrabme"]Hi I'm Audrey! I'm your local candle hoarder, obsessive playlist maker, and I'm (sort of) a graphic designer! In the past, I've gone by sapphirepool (2008-ish) and obliviate- (2015-ish)! I live half the time in the UK and half the time in Hong Kong so you'll usually find me at weird hours. I have lots of ideas and I like fanfiction tropes and if I have characters, they're usually adapted from human-y characters whoops. I also love worldbuilding and conceptualizing cultures and things, so if you wanna plot, I have plenty of ideas for those owo. I'm not always on but pls message me if you want or need anything! I'm more active on discord than anything else ♥
Other things I love because I miss profiles for this reason: my dog crim (PLEASE talk to me about her, I'll show you pics), FOOD, nice furniture, houseplants, design, ratatouille, miyazaki movies, erased (the anime made me CRY), marvel movies, space facts, radiolab, mura masa, alt-j, lorde, phoebe bridgers, indie music (kill me), coding, making things on minecraft, animal crossing, stardew valley, pokemon, the secret life of walter mitty, tick tick boom, milfs
You can also find me on codepen, discord as achromatic#7519 and on aster!
CURRENTLY: 13 characters (4 PI, 3 SummerClan, 1 NightClan, 1 FallClan, 1 SpringClan, 1 WinterClan, 1 Rogue, 1 Kittypet) 6 M – 5 F – 1 NB I will have a maximum of 15 permanent characters!
BERMONDSEY – M – NEMESIS OF PRIMAL INSTINCT – BISEXUAL – TAKEN, OPEN TO PLOTS COSMICPAW – M – MOONCLAN – BISEXUAL – OPEN TO ANYTHING EDOM – M – KITTYPET – HETEROSEXUAL? – OPEN TO ANYTHING HYWEL – M – HUNTER OF PRIMAL INSTINCT – GAY – TAKEN MAGPIEKIT – M – KIT OF NIGHTCLAN – – OPEN FOR ANYTHING MIDNIGHTKIT (MIST) – F – KIT OF SUMMERCLAN – BISEXUAL – OPEN FOR ANYTHING MOONBLIGHT –M – LOYAL GUARD OF NIGHTCLAN – HETEROSEXUAL – TAKEN NOUR-CHAN – NB? – YOUNGLING OF PRIMAL INSTINCT – BISEXUAL – OPEN TO ANYTHING NORTHERNKIT/BOREALIS – WINTERCLAN KIT – BISEXUAL – OPEN TO ANYTHING RATKING - INQUISITOR OF MOONCLAN – BISEXUAL – OPEN TO ANYTHING RHIANNON – F – HUNTER OF PRIMAL INSTINCT – ARO/PAN – OPEN TO ANYTHING SAFIYA-CATERZYNE – F – ROGUE – BISEXUAL – OPEN TO ANYTHING SILVERSPECTRE – M – WARRIOR OF FALLCLAN – BISEXUAL – OPEN TO ANYTHING SINKINGSATURN – F – SERAPH OF WINTERCLAN – BISEXUAL – TAKEN / OPEN FOR OTHER PLOTS SOUTHERNSKIES – M – ELDER OF SUMMERCLAN – HETEROSEXUAL – OPEN FOR ANYTHING SUNVEINS – F – APPRENTICE OF SUMMERCLAN – BISEXUAL – OPEN TO FLINGS
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IDEAS: Hywel – I want him to get close to other cats who start to question him about his whole life goals thing, and makes him more conflicted about what he's doing with the whole culty plot too.
THREAD TITLES: Choose your dreams with care Now that you've heard your drums and seen your dancers Jump into the void, my lover
[attr="class","punpar"]CHARACTER MAKING SECTION: honestly idk why I made this too fancy it's actually......hard to edit. But whatever.
IDEAS: A pair of twins, in which one kills the other by accident and pretends to be the twin they killed and in reality the other didn't die, comes back and tries to get revenge, all that good stuff
"Judas kissed the hand of his master and betrayed him, but he had the character to hang himself for it. /// did not."
Diaval / black tom with golden eyes, skinny, brother to Raven. Committed and devoted to those he calls family, but nobody else. When he was younger, he was caught in a trap once, that sliced off the top of his left ear. Very committed to a greater cause, whatever it may be. Has a deep-seated dislike for humans. Raven / black she cat with golden eyes, small, long fur, sister to Diaval. Observative, she often tries to look at the bigger picture. Also a gossip, the kind you can easily rely on to know the latest news around. She'll sell you the information if you have something to offer her. Iago / ginger tom with blue eyes. He is envious like his namesake. Enjoys the idea of chaos, likes to start drama wherever he goes because it makes him feel powerful. Likes knowing information for the sake of having the upper hand. Extremely sarcastic. Hayabusa (Haya) / grey tabby short-haired oriental she-cat with green eyes. Fierce and determined, the silent kind of warrior who doesn't take well to toms trying to push her over. She always stands her ground, has a bite to her sass. Hates it when cats call her by her full name. Goes by Haya instead. Lucifer - black tuxedo tom with green eyes. Smug and arrogant, he often looks down on cats he sees as 'lower class.' Very pampered type, lazy, likes to manipulate other cats into doing his dirty work. Weaponises incompetence but knows how to fight back.
Sinkingsaturn, Stainedneptune, Shatteredjupiter (should I ever reuse lmeow) TEA KITS - Pekoepraise, Jasminescent, Ceylonsun CORNFIELD KITS – Cornmaze, Magpiemenace, Wheatripple FOUR HORSEMEN – white, the one with the crown conquerer, red - war, the one who fights and slaughters, black famine, the one who takes food from other's mouths, pale, death itself THREE SISTERS - Crimsonlily, Calendulaglass, Lobeliablight Cordycepcry, Chanterellechase, Morelmystery
NEW BIOS: TBA / Spacefrontier Dark blues and smokey greys seem to create a shroud of mystery around this character. His grey eyes and the mix of charcoal, blue, and black fur match his name; he seems almost as if the galaxies threw up a creature in their own image. This tom is a stained-glass work of character. Often quite cordial and flirtatious, his insipidly-coloured eyes constantly hold a spark of rebellion and amusement in them. Loyalty is his strongest suite; he stays with his friends despite what they look like or the prejudices against them, and he will defend them to his last breath. Stocky and well built for battle, he sees himself as the 'defender of the weak,' and is very strongly opinionated. Other than that, he enjoys a good joke and a light tease; he often makes fun of others in a friendly sort of way. However, all good things never last. If someone wanted to write a story about a turn for the worse, Spacefrontier would be your poster child. An accident during a battle in his apprenticeship changed his life; it provided him with head trauma and a permanent injury. Since then, he has been falling apart, thread by thread. Sometimes he goes into these 'episodes' and forgets who he is. Cold, uncaring, with destructive tendencies, kleptomania, and explosive behavior; he becomes almost impossible to handle. In a sense, he loses himself, and afterwards--when he's sane once again--he has to suffer the consequences. Yes, there are still times when he's still who he used to be, flirty, easygoing, and happy. However, he is often found hiding from himself. He fears for his next episode and for those around him, and he is often nervous about expressing his feelings. After the accident, he became a completely different cat, a character who is still patching up the holes in his sanity, trying to put a puzzle back together without knowing what the original picture looks like. So if brokenness is a form of art, Spacefrontier would be your masterpiece.
TBA In a game of tug of war, it's easy to assume that the winner is the strongest athlete, but that's not the case. To win, there are many factors. Friction, mass, all must work for you. For the weak to beat the strong, one must organize their team in order to utilize the best and mitigate the worst. If you can hold on for the first ten seconds, there will be a break in the rhythm. It's all about timing. It's all about understanding the way this game works. /// was never the strongest cat, but she always had an inherent understanding of how the game worked. In her own words, she's good at everything except for the things that she's not. TBA
SCORPIOSKIES If you're not on the top of the food chain, then you're certainly at the bottom. Scorpioskies knows exactly what kind of world she lives in; if you don't eat, you'll get eaten. Perhaps that's why she's so changeable; her alliances flips from one to the other, always choosing what she believes is the winning side. When she abandons ship for the raft, everything's okay, but if others do the same? The dramatics begin. How dare they! How could they! She takes everything too seriously and not seriously at all. Her dry–and sometimes dark–sense of humour comes into play often, and mix that with her tendency to ask uncomfortable questions often puts her at a weird position with everyone else. She's a probe, constantly trying to get a good read on others, but what she does with that information? No one can really tell; in fact all of her motivations seem a bit...off kelter at times. On one hand, she seems extremely closed off, calculating exactly what information is shared or not, but on the other hand, she can be extremely blunt, to the point of rudeness. It's really lucky that she's such a pretty cat, her small frame, wide amber eyes, and beautiful calico pelt makes her seem plenty more innocent than she really is. If not, her siblings would've sworn she'd have scars on her face from the amount of other cats she's offended by now. She's competitive and ruthless when she's in pursuit of something, but if you ask her, why wouldn't she be? It's a dog-eat-dog world and Scorpioskies isn't just living in it, she's going to thrive.
Magpiekit (Magpiemenace) - One for sorrow, two for joy. Magpie was born out of love between two lost souls. A wanted litter in an unexpected time etc. Three for a girl and four for a boy. story of his parents? Five for silver, six for gold. (his description, inheriting his father's silver stripes but his mother's golden brown eyes idk?) Seven for a secret never to be told. tba, maybe something about the family he's born to? the curse? Eight for a wish, Nine for a kiss. (their desire to fit in and to not be the outcast traitor, the way his parents left with a goodbye kiss Ten for a bird you must not miss.
Sunspectrum? - We know from time to time, there arises among beings, those who exude love as naturally as the sun exudes heat. We would like to be like that and by and large, man's religions are attempts to cultivate that same power in ordinary people.
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SILENTSEA - Long ago, man looked upon the moon's surface and saw it's dark spots, assuming it was all water. That's why he decided to name it the silent sea. But once we got to the moon, there was no water, and the land was barren for all to see, yet man never stopped searching for the substance at the foundation of all life. Silentsea has known struggle her whole life; she was born far away, in a land without water, even as her silver spotted fur ripples like the ocean, her eyes azure like the waters of the French coast. She had struggled through the drought and the heat, and she was on death's door when humans found the two kittens and gave them homes. Their humans left that home long ago, preferring the lush forests rather than the scorching deserts, and while bringing Silentsea and her sister, Lunarwater along, they found themselves lost and alone, left to fend for themselves in the dark. Eventually, the two siblings found the clans, and everything else was history. Silentsea has fought against the dying of the light, but it's made her closed off and reproachful. There are few that she truly opens up to other than her sister, and she doesn't trust anyone else to do right by her. Everything she's ever had, she had to struggle for it. Even now, she searches for her sign of life, the reason she's still living and the reason to keep her afloat upon this silent sea.
LUNARWATER - Is there water on the moon? Can humans terraform life outside of earth's lush environment? It takes an idealist to believe that there's something out there in space, something valuable we should seek, and Lunarwater has always been an idealist. Her spotted pelt, just a darker colour than her sister, Silentsea's fur, gleams like the moon, and her bright green eyes shine like an emerald sea on a bright, sunny day. Lunarwater has suffered through deserts and wilderness, fending for herself and her sister before finding solace within the clans. Ever the optimist, she hasn't allowed their torrential past to affect her vision for the future. In the evenings, she still lies upon the grass, looking to the stars, asking her sister whether she believes there can be life outside of what exists on the earth. She believes the stars hold all the answers, but not in the way religion does, moreso that somewhere out there, far away in the universe, life exists and it's staring out at another corner of the galaxy, wondering the same. She has her head in the clouds, her feet treading water in a sea of imagination. She's a cat who's creativity seeks solutions; her openness makes her approachable, her ever-churning mind makes her curious and clever. She's the more outgoing one of the two sisters, and even though Silentsea tells her it'll be her death one day, she continues to seek wonders, searching for that small bit of evidence, that once, there truly was water on the moon.
EVENTHORIZON - At the center of a black hole exists a point where the escape velocity is faster than the speed of light. In layman's terms, it's the horizon beyond which one cannot sea. Within it, you can find the singularity, a point so dense that the laws of physics breaks down. In other words, to truly embrace the impossible, one must go past the point of no return. Eventhorizon's fur is as dark as the black hole in which she was named after, her eyes silvery white like the light that orbits it. One often sees a black hole as a mystery, as the violence that the universe is based on, yet it exists at the center of galaxies, the largest formed by quasars we didn't know once existed. She's mysterious, the kind of cat who observes first and acts later, but she has that gravitational pull, her mystery doesn't result in aloofness; rather, she's kind when it matters. She's empathetic to others' struggles and their problems, the kind of cat who listens and tries to give advice, but she's also a cat who rarely lets others sway her decisions. Stubborn to a fault, it's others that get eaten up by her gravity, not the other way around. She understands the value of her choices, and understands that in some cases, sacrifices must be made. Her moral backbone–however different it may be to what's right–hardens in the face of adversity, and at the end of the day, she's willing to go past the point of no return and bend the laws of physics to do what needs to be done.
STRANGEMATTER - They say the most dangerous substance in the universe comes from the heart of a neutron star. Ordinary matter, in its base form, is created by quarks, but in the collapsed core of a supergiant star, there exists a higher form of matter, more stable than our own, and under the pressure of colliding celestial bodies, strangelets can escape and being the ideal state of matter. The problem with that is once it's out, it may convert everything else into strange matter of its own, only ever being stopped by the crushing pressure of a black hole. In a way, Strangematter differs from his namesake. He's not particularly stronger, or heavier than most other cats; his paws are large and his square set form seem don't exactly lend itself to brute strength as much as it leads to clumsiness, his curious hazel eyes wide and full of light don't seem like much of a threat. His short russet fur doesn't puff out into a large form either; there's not much that's intimidating about this cat at all. However, like strange matter, he can be extremely convincing. Emotional stability is his middle name; he's always the calm face of reason, the one who gives orders with such confidence that he seems in charge even when he isn't. They say that when strange matter comes into contact with something, it can only convert everything to what it is, and in a way, Strangematter embodies that. He's idealistic and sees the world in black and white; there's only his way and he'll do anything to prove how right he is, but he understands the power of being liked, and the power of showing over telling. He values looking at a bigger picture and keeping things in the right place; he sees himself as the dark matter that holds together galaxies.
FALSEVACUUM - Perhaps the universe sits on ground like a set of stairs. It's stable, yet not its most stable form, and it only takes a force of energy to tip it over. Suddenly, the electromagnetic field of our universe vanishes in a moment, a false vacuum decay, and everything starts over again. What does it take to tip Falsevacuum over the edge? In his own opinion? Not a lot. He's always on edge. This ginger tom seems to always be bouncing on his paws, eyes green eyes bright and full of life, or is it full of insanity? He can swear he's always a step away from going crazy; he was a feral tom cat once, and that's never quite left him. Of course, on the outside he seems like your everyday cat, who doesn't seem to care too much about the happenings around him. Equipped with a crooked smile and a wicked sense of humour, he rarely takes things too seriously, but when things do go wrong and when someone just sets him off, he'll be all claws and teeth, no prisoners taken. Despite his good intentions, there's a part of him that knows that his rage can be out of control, and that if there's one thing he knows, it's that he can destroy the world without another word, and watch it all burn before him without any sign of regret. We're just lucky nothing's pushed him down that crooked path just yet.
IRONEXPANSE - When a star is born, it starts with fusing hydrogen to helium, giving off enormous amounts of energy while it spends its life quietly fusing away. Hydrogen to helium. Carbon to Neon. Oxygen to Silicon. Once it starts fusing into iron, however, it's the slow death of the star next, because to create anything heavier than iron, the star uses more energy than it can create. It's the doomsday element, the herald of a stellar death. It's a star that implodes on itself. Ironexpanse too, is a threat upon himself. The large tom with his dark slate fur and his steely grey eyes, he seems intimidating to most, and perhaps he is, but deep inside, he struggles with his own feelings about himself. Raised to be the 'man of the family,' his father always told him to show an iron face, to never let another see the emotions that run rampant beneath, and he's taken that word like law. Rarely does he look sad or upset, he keeps an impassive face even when he struggles, but it hurts him deep inside, to never truly be able to express how he really feels. The darkness of the universe is lonely after all, and Ironexpanse knows it so well; it's the iron fusion within him, taking more energy from him than it can create. His dream is for someone to truly break down those steel walls, to free him from the prison he created for himself, but his lips are sealed and he keeps his head down, still fusing away until the stars within him explode.
COSMICHORIZON - Is there an absolute truth? No one really knows. They say the universe expands, and speeds up the more it does, and that one day, billions of years from now, it'll expand faster than the speed of light, and we'll reach the cosmic horizon, where the galaxies beyond our own will no longer be visible in the night sky. Things will look darker, and perhaps by then, we'll assume the universe is static, unmoving and unchanging, and that we're the only ones out there in the cold, dark, lonely universe. How fascinating, to live today, and to understand something our future kin will not! Cosmichorizon has always been fascinated by the world he cannot see. He's not fully blind, but his eyes don't work as well as others do; he can see up close but things blur when they go farther and farther away. There's a milky cover across his eyes that slowly renders him blind, but that doesn't make him less of a dreamer. He's heard stories, of mountains in a rainbow colour, of salt flats in which you can touch the sky, of ancient tunnels under the earth, of pink salt lakes and lights glowing in the sky, and he's forever fascinated, dreaming of the day he can see it once again, despite knowing deep inside, that this dream may never come true. Cosmichorizon is an idealist, the kind of cat who truly sees the best in every situation, and he believes that no, there is no absolute truth, because even if there was, he doubts he'll ever comprehend it. All he can do is to keep looking at that horizon and wonder whether we're truly alone in the universe.
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NEGATIVES/DISLIKES: Doesn't have much of a moral compass other than making sure his sister's safe and he'll do anything for that sake, including crime. Dislikes talk of the loch, being left out of things, lies. Self-pitying. Overconfident. [break][break]
"Hide your soul out of reach," his mother would speak kindly, looking at his wide blue eyes, brushing her tongue over his tussled silver fur, "for the Sluagh will steal you away." Growing up hungry changes someone. He had been an older litter than his sister Rhiannon; her gilded idea of their childhood was not shared by him. Their mother was sickly, their father was aggressive. He was a cat who did everything a little too quickly. He grew up too fast, he learned the tricks of the trade as soon as he could, he had a natural gift for hunting and fighting. It helped him; he wouldn't have made it on his own after leaving their home so young, and with his sister in tow. His past has clouded his eyes and buried his heart; he wears a jaded smile and has little care for the world. While his sister seeks immortality in her own rigid way, he's more laid-back, amused by his sister's antics, though he will do anything for her. One thing he knows is that the nature of the universe is temporal; it's entropy and chaos all wrapped into one, and change is the only thing that's constant. Despite his easy smirk and kind nature, when it comes to things that matter, he's extremely protective. He has little care for most of the world, and he will willingly set it on fire and watch it burn before letting it take away those he loves.
[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] plots[break] WITH DOEFRECKLE: slow burn 1000000k ♥ [break][break] FIRST DATE – Hywel finds Doefreckle in the wilds and they take a tour of SummerClan. Hywel finds Doefreckle endlessly endearing, and he's pretty smitten by the other cat. He decides that he does have a soft spot for the other tom even though he isn't the type to form emotional attachments.
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Doefreckle ♥ ♥ They're going to be MATES (until Hywel dies whoops) Hywel absolutely adores this cat but at the same time, it frustrates him how confusing Doefreckle can be. On one hand he gets jealous but he won't admit it, the other hand it seems like Doefreckle really likes him but then retracts his words. He doesn't really know how to feel about it all because he doesn't want him to leave, but he doesn't want to be hurt over this. [break]
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[break][break] Rhiannon His sister, who matters more than anyone else in the world.
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[break][break] Cezra A cat he met on the street. There was of course, that instant flirting Hywel often participated in with toms.
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Lizzie bestie !!! She's fun, but he can't really tell what she's thinking. Part of him is impressed by her, the other part is a bit intimidated, and another part thinks of her as a good friend.
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Reynardine He's a little wary of her–how does she seem to understand and know so much?–but she's someone he trusts and relies on.
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Kier It doesn't matter how sleazy he is, he's family and that's all that matters ♥
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Harley What a deadbeat. He hates his guts and would absolutely punt this dude.
dm me if you want to listen to me ramble about the interstellar soundtrack
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Post by achromatic on Jun 2, 2021 9:11:44 GMT -5
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[attr="class","quotes"]and wouldn't you love to love her?
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[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] biography [break] INTP[break][break] POSITIVES/LIKES: Clever. Generally reasonable. Not against helping others. Ambitious. Hard-working, the type to 'manifest' things. Curious and scientific. Likes knowledge/learning, intellectual conversations, cats without ulterior motives, himbos.[break][break]
NEGATIVES: Manipulative. Ambitious to a fault, willing to throw everything away for what she wants. Can be impulsive at times. Dislikes condescending cats, being lied to, being babied, not being taken seriously. Likes lying for the sake of lying.
[break][break] "––that whoever believes shall not perish, but have eternal life," were the words that inspired Rhiannon from a young age. She had been born small, on the eve of Samhain. Only witches' cats were born on such a cursed day, the others from her hometown believed. Hailing from the land of druids and loch monsters, her looks reflect that, with the wide-set ears, silver eyes and dark markings upon her ruddy tabby face, almost similar to a Scottish wild cat, Rhiannon has traveled far. Her early days were spent as a village cat, an omen amongst those who believed in the philosopher's stone. It was a cozy life despite them begging for scraps. When her mother died an untimely death, her father turned against her, claiming she had been the omen of death that had wrought disaster upon them all. It was her brother that stole her away in the night lest their father's teeth grew hungry for blood. Practically raised by her brother, it's been the two of them against the world since, searching for what they believe is the source of immortality, as their village legend once told. Clever–conniving at times–she knows what she wants and she's willing to play the long game. After all, she intends to live forever, or she'll die trying, and she won't die for anything less than that.
[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] plots[break] MURDER MYSTERY PLOT: tba [break][break] When she loses her brother she goes crazy and has kits and tries to murder them to resurrect Hywel ♥ [break][break]
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Hywel Her brother and maybe the only cat she really trusts. Still, she uses him more than she truly respects him as an equal. [break]
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[break][break] Elizabeth They're friends, if that's the right word for it. Friends who've slept together and continue to do so in the background, if you're being specific.
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[break][break] Uta He's amusing. He can stay.
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Kier He really just grosses her out sorry.
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Harley They had kits long ago, when she was a year or so old and she thought she'd never see him again. Now that he's here, she's rather annoyed about that.
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Orion Lovely cat really.
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Niamh tba
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Charlotte She's fascinating.
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Doefreckle He's trash but he's fun to rile up so I guess it's not a 0 from me.
dm me if you want to listen to me ramble about the interstellar soundtrack
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Post by achromatic on Jun 2, 2021 9:15:42 GMT -5
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[attr="class","quotes"]say my name with your sunlight veins
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[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] biography [break] ENFP! Her other songs include: Green & Gold - Lianne La Havas, A closeness - Dermot Kennedy, The Wolves - Ben Howard, No Answers - Amber Run, Sun veins - Hippo Campus
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Say my name with your sunlight veins. When the sun hits the earth at the right angle, everything turns green and gold, but as the sun disappears, Sunveins continues to hold the warmth of gold in her furs. Her long pelt is dappled ginger, gold, and white, and her bright green eyes shine brightly with mischief. Playful, with a huge imagination, it's hard to tell that her background had been anything but pleasant in the past. She doesn't remember much of it, other than the stories her adopted father had told her, about the way their grandmother had been powerful and how she resembled her, the way their grandfather had gone mad in his later days, how their family was cursed to forever hold a madness within them, the way their mother had wanted them, but she had been too soft to survive the part of the forest they were from. The three of them–her brother, her adopted father, and her–traveled through the forests, and one day, she found herself lost. Found by a warrior of Summerclan, she was young enough to integrate like anyone else. Still, part of her feels lost though she'd rarely admit it. She wonders where her family went, what they meant when they spoke of a family curse, and whether she–like the rest of them–was cursed as well. Her own concerns are often kept to herself, and outwardly, she's nothing but a ball of sunshine and energy. Bright, talkative, and full of creativity, Sunveins seems like another airheaded, bubbly cat, only ever showing who she is when she's angry, the deep-seated rage created by the circumstances of her past lashes out like a solar flare.
[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] plots[break] WITH FOXPAW/FOXFABLE: I can just imagine them getting closer and the whole at first he reminds her of her brother and so meeting and playing w him is like awww it’s nostalgic and fun but as they grow up it’s like maybe she likes him but thinks he prob misses nightclan and wants to go back and maybe he thinks that she always hangs w the other cats so she might like someone else etc. like best friends who jokingly are like oh if we’re not mates w people by the time were this age we can get married joke but irl they inspire each other to live and eventually are like .....shall we.....
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Sunpetal She's weird, and they basically got off on the wrong foot the first time they met....but they're kind of friends now. She likes Sunpetal a lot even though the other cat gives her anxiety. [break]
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[break][break] Moonblight His brother. She doesn't know where he is, but she hopes he's doing well...though she's a little bitter that they left her behind like that. Rude.
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[break][break] Howlingheart Her adopted father. She loves him a lot :') and wants to do everthing to make him proud.
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Foxpaw She likes him even if she feels bad that his dad's a major psycho.
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Sparrowpaw tba
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Vulturemalice A friend of hers, she thinks he's pretty great, a nice dude that she just hangs out with a lot. He listens to her ramble so that's a plus in her books.
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Crowpaw He was really nice and friendly and tried to teach her to swim, so that's a plus in her books!
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Netherpaw They had a really fun adventure once and she likes this funny tom.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 2, 2021 9:35:49 GMT -5
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[attr="class","quotes"]consider the moon in all its glory
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[attr="class","fdcharname"]Moonblight
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[attr="class","fdhead"] clanNightClan[break] mateSagebristle (sunlight)[break] sexualityHeterosexual[break] tarotmoon[break] positionLoyal Guard[break] family Ali's Fam [x][break] themecursed line Blood - Middle East
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[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] biography [break] The moon has many faces, and Moonblight is no different. He has a face for his friends, a face for those in authority, and a face for only himself. Despite his own desire to seem fearless and proud, it's hard to see Moonblight as anything other than the fluffy cat with a face like an angel. Pelt dappled with mottled greys and cream patches on a bed of white fur, it's clear why he was named after the moon. His amber eyes are bright and clever, always looking for some mischief to get into. A silvertongue with a way with words, he seems to always find his way into trouble and out before anyone even realizes. Growing up, he never really knew who his parents were, only that his father was a grey cat, just like himself with a name that didn't sound like it came from the clans, and whispers about their cursed lineage. At five moons, he found himself in MoonClan with nothing, not even his name. He had changed it the moment he arrived in order to fit into the clan better. That was it, wasn't it? To fit in. He's learned how to keep his thoughts and his feelings to himself, presenting his outer face as whatever others need him to be. He'll be happy with those who want to have fun, somber with the serious, sly with the mischievous, so much that he barely remembers who he is on the inside anymore. He's competitive, striving for attention and the adoration of others, having little attention given to him as a kit. What he truly strives for is change; he sees life as phases similar to the moon, and if one part doesn't fit, he exchanges it for another, searching for what his heart truly wants, acceptance.
[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] plots[break] WITH SAGEPAW/BRISTLE: Enemies to lover slow-burn 100k – they're competitive asshats who are also training partners and they just constantly try to one up each other and eventually develop feelings for each other :') [break][break] FINDING HIS SISTER Thanks to NightClan invading SummerClan, he eventually figures out that his sister who he had lost as a kit actually is a SummerClan cat. While Asspen and Phantom groom him to be their child soldier, he starts doubting his loyalties and it causes some frictions ♥ [break][break]
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Sagebristle He might not admit it but Sagebristle and all of her...bristles is really one of his best friends. He can't imagine having a different training partner than her and she's one of the few cats he trusts with everything even though they fight all the time. [break]
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[break][break] Evenie/Sunpaw His sister, whom he misses a lot. He doesn't know where she is but he hopes she's safe and he hopes to one day see her again.
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[break][break] Larkspur His mentor. He respects her greatly for all that she's done for him.
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Aspenstar He's both intimidated and absolutely awed by Aspenstar. All he knows is that his duty is to protect her.
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Phantomfox tba
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Wolfriot Another guard that helped him with training as an apprentice. He holds a lot of respect for the older cat.
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Jackdawpaw He thinks the dude's hilarious even if Sagebristle hates the guy.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 3, 2021 20:06:47 GMT -5
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[attr="class","quotes"]Life's a fickle game we play
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[attr="class","fdcharname"]Bermondsey
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[attr="class","fdhead"] clanPrimal Instinct[break] baby mommy Eshek (fox)[break] sexualityBisexual[break] tarotheirophant[break] positionWarden[break] family Ali's fam [x][break] themecursed line
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[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] biography [break] boy's an INTP [break][break] POSITIVES/LIKES: tba.[break][break]
NEGATIVES/DISLIKES:tba [break][break]
There are only two places, first place and no place. Everyone remembers the first nemesis of Primal Instinct, but what about the second? The third? Everyone remembers the first, but only the second remembers the second. Bermondsey, the second born of Severine E'tani's second litter, could attest to that. A thin grey tom with almost feminine features, and a wide-eyed bright green gaze, he doesn't really look all too dangerous. He's tall, yes, but too willowy to be much of a powerhouse. He's not much of a flirt like his father either, and not necessarily handsome enough to break hearts at ease. The androgynous look doesn't always suit everyone after all. However, much like his father Alistair before he went mad, he prizes the gifts of his mind rather than his athletic prowess. Rather stern and aloof most of the time, he compartmentalizes his feelings rather well, separating emotions from his own sense of twisted logic. He doesn't form too many attachments. He has a knack for being rather blunt and to the point, rarely disguising or flowering his words to make them nicer or more socially appropriate. He often enjoys employing sarcastic quips and little teasing smirks as well, something he inherited from his father. Being second made him rather unimportant in the family hierarchy, but for him, it's both a blessing and a curse. He learned to slip through the cracks, to listen, and to not be seen. However, don't count him out of the race. The small grey tom might not seem dangerous, but you better not judge this book by its cover.
[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] plots[break] WITH ESHEK: It's just really funny that he spent his whole life being like NO KITS and here we are,,,,, having kits,,,, goddammmit you had one job Bermondsey. [break][break]
[break][break] THE FAMILY CURSE There's the whole family curse thing going on with them. So far, the surviving members are Charlotte, Bermondsey, Moonkit and Sunkit (Safiya's second litter). Safiya's still alive somewhere, but no one's seen her in years. I want him to have a rise-to-power arch or a whole cold, stone-hearted butthole thing where he just doesn't have empathy for anyone other than the few members of his family. Doesn't care about anything except maybe the two kits he dropped off. [break][break]
V.02 – When he eventually ascends to Nemesis, he goes through his three trials. Value of life, he sees the kits he dropped off and they ask him why he did that etc. Value of death, tba. The value of sacrifice however, starts a while before that when his son Laertes gets really sick and is about to die, and he bargains with the gods to save the kid's life, and he'd prove that the family curse could be broken by love etc. but when it inevitably fails, he has to make the deal. Very "you gave him life I am the price you pay, sure as the grave you must accept what is, now your life is forever mine....unless you trade yours for his. You saved him, you loved him and he betrayed you. Why should you die for him now? Kill him, kill the love that you feel for him, prove that death is stronger than love and you can have your own life again, just as if you had never loved at all."
If he takes the deal, to give Laertes' life back to the gods, then maybe he gets possessed or what not, if he still sacrifices his own in return, he doesn't get ⅓ of his lives and because of the betrayal, he loses the ability to feel emotions at all.
PLOT WITH SEEKER / YARNTANGLE He occasionally goes to visit Evenie/Sunkit because obviously worried dad™ is worried about his adopted kids sometimes, and eventually gets caught by Yarntangle, who having sympathy for him, ends up helping him out by meeting him at the border sometimes, to give him updates on Sunkit. They begin this relationship of enjoying each other's presence or just chatting and all and eventually, they get involved a bit more romantically, but in a way, Yarntangle's saviour complex thinks that Bermondsey can be better than this, that he does have a heart, and Bermondsey simply thinks Yarntangle is naive. That she sees the world with rose-coloured lenses. Add the whole "I will burn the world for you" vibes + the "soft gal grows a spine" vibe + enemies to lovers uwu [break][break] ONE – Meeting
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Chelsea His littermate. God she annoys the hell out of him. Why is she still here. Why does she torment him so. Still, only he's allowed to bully her, no one else. [break]
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Charlotte His niece. They have a pretty decent relationship.
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Eshek He'd never admit it but she's the closest thing to a friend he has really.
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Elizabeth His assassin....but he doesn't fully trust her yet.
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RegulusDaddy I mean, he's the nemesis, what can Ber do but respect him?
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Agamede Okay this cat is insane and... shudders... please don't ask me anything.
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Jester Seems like a cool guy.
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Yarntangle tba
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Aleksy & Evenie He's grown pretty attached to them actually, but he won't show it. No one knows he still keeps tabs on them.
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Safiya If Ber had a phone, he'd have only one contact saved and it'd be Safiya because of that one time she dumped her kids at his feet and he's been trying to call her but she threw her phone in the river after that. Yep. That's it.
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Post by achromatic on Jun 6, 2021 16:43:58 GMT -5
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[attr="class","topbar"]I just couldn't make my words make sense to them If you only listen with your ears I can't get in
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[attr="class","cname2"]the mute
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[attr="class","cname"]VITALS
PERSONALITY: INTP
POSITIVES/LIKES: good listener. friendly to others. very selfless. Likes it when cats actually attempt to try and get to know him.
NEGATIVES/DISLIKES: Has anxiety™ probably. Doesn't understand social cues. Easily overstimulated. Dislikes spaces that are too loud. Dislikes his own anxious habits.
OTHER: The Mute - Radical Face, Old Gemini - Radical Face, Mind Games - Banks, Violent Noise - The XX
If someone only listens with their ears, can they truly hear? Is it possible to listen without using your ears? The answer has always been yes to Silverspectre. It isn't that he can't speak. He just prefers to speak inside his head, where words flow out as easily as the river. He easily has conversations with everything, the clouds, the trees, the birds...unfortunately, his physical being is a dam that stops the flood, a box that keeps his spirit locked in a prison of fur and skin. The small, lithe tom, timid and constantly shrinking back, only resembles his parents and siblings in appearance. He's nothing like his parents, Frozenstar or Crookedarrow, except for the fact that he's the spitting image of his mother, all silver spotted fur and bright golden eyes. Born in a litter of two, his brother stole his voice and ran for the heavens as soon as they were born, and now he wears this skin and title for the both of them. He's quite the observer–intelligent, quiet, inquisitive–noticing even the littlest things about people, like the way his siblings had an empty look in their eyes, or the way his mother stopped addressing the clan when he was born. It was for that reason he left WinterClan after his mother's passing, finding a home somewhere that didn't know his name. Silverspectre is a ghost. If you only listen with your ears, if you don't look closely at where you go and who you interact with, you'll never find him.
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[attr="class","cvitals"]NAME Silverspectre
[attr="class","cvitals"]CLAN FallClan
[attr="class","cvitals"]POSITION warrior
[attr="class","cvitals"]SEXUALITY unsure
[attr="class","cvitals"]MATE plotted
[attr="class","cvitals"]FAMILY Frozenfray's fam
[attr="class","cvitals"]PLOT none
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[attr="class","cname"]PLOT
With Bluebelldream | the mute - radical face, the moon is down - radical face fill in here tba
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Post by achromatic on Jun 18, 2021 19:22:22 GMT -5
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[attr="class","topbar"]IOf the things that I've done wrong you were the worst of all
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[attr="class","cname2"]blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth
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[attr="class","cname"]VITALS
PERSONALITY: ENFJ?
POSITIVES/LIKES: Loyal to a fault. Mothering, tries to help when things get tough. Determined. Equalitarian. Free-thinking, the type to independently own her mind rather than follow the crowd.
NEGATIVES/DISLIKES: Stubborn. Rude whenever she doesn't get her way. Got them daddy issues. Lots of bitterness for everything in life. Workaholic.
OTHER: Earth – Sleeping at Last, This was a home once – Bad Suns, Hide & Seek – Imogen Heap
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Sinkingsaturn's father found himself buried by the weight of all the responsibilities his position entailed, crushed by the globe he held on his shoulders like Atlas once did. Inherit the earth. Blessed are those who suffer persecution, for the kingdom of heaven is theirs. Sinkingsaturn's mother, the late Frozenstar, had protected the clan all her life and she had died in the dirt, never seeing the seeds she sowed grow into the fruits of her labour. The kingdom of heaven is yours. Sinkingsaturn's brothers had been the rock she had found herself relying on. Jupitermoon for his humour and wit. Stainedneptune for his warmth and comfort. When her father left, her brothers had broken apart like the earth's crust, solidifying the fault lines that cracked through the roots of their family tree, leaving her to pick up the broken shards. Inherit the earth. She laughs, claiming that her father never gave her the patches on her bengal coat–no, it was born from the cracked dirt that rocked her to the core, turning the once bright, happy kitten into the sardonic creature she is today. She doesn't know where the bitterness resonates–was it when her younger brother was born? When Silverspectre stopped speaking? When her father left? Or when her mother died, her legacy buried by the avalanche of their family's trauma?–but Sinkingsaturn's the only one left behind. Perhaps it is why she's so loud, so blunt, so willing to fight anyone despite her small size, why she puts away any doubt long enough to call it courage, hiding every bit of vulnerability behind the blue-eyed mask she's had to put on all her life. Blessed be the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. If inheriting the earth meant inheriting the earthquake and the fault lines that destroyed everything she used to be, then she'll be everything but, for surely, Sinkingsaturn will stare at the gods defiantly as she sinks into hell, lest she wastes her life being meek for an earth that never deserved her.
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[attr="class","cvitals"]NAME Sinkingsaturn
[attr="class","cvitals"]CLAN WinterClan
[attr="class","cvitals"]POSITION warrior
[attr="class","cvitals"]SEXUALITY bisexual
[attr="class","cvitals"]MATE plotted to Bauble
[attr="class","cvitals"]FAMILY Frozenfray's fam
[attr="class","cvitals"]PLOT oh yeah there's one
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[attr="class","cname"]PLOT
As a seraph class, she ends up in an arranged marriage with Wolfspeak, a cat she had never really spoken to at all. Obviously bitter, she lashes out and is annoyed as hell because she's a strong independent woman who don't need no man, and because she just doesn't want to be married at all, not after what had happened with her parents. She still has plenty of bitterness with her family, and this whole arrangement brings up a lot of feelings she's buried throughout the years. Still, they eventually realize they do have things in common, and they're not totally opposed to each other despite a lot of fiery words and anger.
Big plot point later is that turns out, Wolfspeak has a lil thing going on with another cat in FallClan, and turns out, it's her brother from another litter, Silverspectre, the cat who on one hand, is the last of her family left in the clans, and of course she worries for him, because she's always been the caretaker of her family, but on the other hand, she's blamed him for tearing the family apart for so long too, and now he's basically taking her mate, even if she had never really been in love with Wolfspeak. It turns out into a full argument and eventually, they share about their families and family trauma together and learn to sort of talk about what the boundaries are and what this relationship really is. All the communication stuff Ig.
Post by achromatic on Jun 27, 2021 18:12:19 GMT -5
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[attr="class","quotes"]your church's doctrine has lost its charm
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[attr="class","fdcharname"]Nour
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[attr="class","fdhead"] clanPrimal Instinct[break] matenone[break] sexualityBisexual[break] tarotthe tower[break] positionyoungling[break] family Ali's Fam [x][break] themecursed line Hit me like that snare - alt-j
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[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] biography [break] It's fascinating how Nour was named for a divine light when she so clearly associates with the darkness. In a world where religion is all but transactional, what's the point of building a temple for the night? One can bargain with thunder, with the sea, even with death, but the night comes and it goes, a regularity in a world of chaos. One cannot bargain with the night itself. One cannot worship what is unquantifiable, and perhaps that's why she so strongly relates to it. Nour, despite the light coat she inherited from her mother Eshek, believes she's just as unquantifiable as the night. She keeps her cards hidden, close to her heart, yet she wears that on a sleeve, honest to a fault because she never learned to keep her mouth shut. She's aggressive and feral, competitive to a fault, reckless, throwing herself headfirst into situations completely driven by emotion, and yet, when things matter, she holds herself back. She looks at the bigger picture with a calculating eye and decides after seeing all the possibilities. She claims she cares for no one and yet, for those who worm their way into her heart, she's a lioness watching over the pride, her fierce green eyes challenging all who mess with her. She claims she has no interest in love or romance, and yet you find her with her sultry smirk and dulcet tones, with everyone wrapped around her little finger, taking pleasure in beating toms at their own game, making them feel inferior to her skill and charisma. Like the night, she sees herself as something others will never understand, she holds her head up high as if she was the esoteric, taboo form of god itself. All you really need to know about Nour is that she doesn't subscribe to your cultural norms; the church's doctrine has lost its charm, for the only god she sees is the ever-still incomprehensibility of the night, and the power she holds onto tightly with her own paws. [break][break] FACTS!!! [break] - hyper competitive tbh will always try to one-up (especially @ cordelia)[break] - the vengeful type who remembers everything, but will annoy you to death instead of doing anything immediate. patience is key!!![break] - 'makes a lot of your mom jokes'[break] - likes to challenge others a lot, embraces being chaotic [break] - a huge flirt even though she's not really the pretty type, internally has a complex about it [break] - super rivals with cordelia, thinks tilly is the baby™ and uses her to get what she wants, teases laertes a lot [break] - sarcastically calls everyone 'sweetheart' just like her grandpa idk where she picked this habit up[break] - her feathers are another word for mommys and chaos [break] - uses 'oh nyx' a lot [break] - looks like a rat (she's a singapura type of cat but I was thinking that as she gets older, her fur gets darker, like she's born mostly white but the markings get darker as she ages) [break] - big issues with authority because her parents raised her as a spoiled brat[break] - heart eyes @ auntie chelsea, wants to be just like her[break]
[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] plots[break] one please plot with me ♥ [break][break]
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Post by achromatic on Jun 30, 2021 9:49:54 GMT -5
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[attr="class","quotes"]daddy made a soldier out of me
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[attr="class","fdcharname"]Safiya-Caterzyne
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[attr="class","fdhead"] clanRogue[break] mateAvi (dead)[break] sexualityBisexual[break] tarotstar[break] positionRogue[break] family Ali's Fam [x][break] theme themesong or playlist here
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[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] biography [break] Pronounced suh-FEE-yah, Safiya-Caterzyne is her name by birth, as well as her birthright. However, if you have the audacity to call her that, she'll claw your face off. Her name is a mouthful, and the only ones who dare to address her that way are her immediate family. Birth by fire and ice, child of Severine E'tan and Alistair, the mad king, she has shining golden fur, fiery like her mother's, and hazel eyes that shine differently than the rest of her kind. If evolution was true, and survival of the fittest is the defining axiom of nature, then she surely makes the cut. With fur only a tad darker than her mother's fiery ginger fur, she looks almost exactly like her mother, though her eyes are hazel instead of gold. She also holds herself the same way. Regal, elegant, lady-like; she was raised to be a queen since birth. Once, she used to be an outlier from the rest of her kin–pure, naive, gentle, she was nothing like the rest of her conniving family. Her mother Severine raised her to be her heir, both regal and cruel, both obedient and defiant. but she had never had the personality for it. She longed to live her own life, fall in love, and that she did. Finding her own Romeo, a scrappy street cat, it didn't take long for tragedy to strike. The catalyst for her family's curse, she spent the rest of her life running away from the moment that caused it all. The blood of her family stains her paws. She's learned since, to always have a backup plan, and to mask her emotions. Her once light hazel eyes are filled with certain mirth, a darkness that seems to have grown since she was a kit. She's a cat who has lost her innocence, time and time again, but also a cat who has survived it all. There are few things she cares about, but she holds them close to her heart. Mess around with them, and it will appear that all is forgiven. However, an elephant never forgets, and neither does Safiya. You play with fire, and you won't only be burned when it comes to the fiery-coated she-cat. Her fire will simmer and remain controlled, but when the time comes, it will set the forest ablaze. She will rage against those who harm her, and her fire is one that cannot be extinguished.
[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] plots[break] There are three things, that's it!!! Kill Bellamy!!! Find her children!!! Survive!!! That's all there is to life!!!
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Charlotte One of her few surviving children from her first litter. She loves Charlotte a lot, but can barely stand to see what's become of their family. [break]
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Post by achromatic on Oct 19, 2021 12:42:12 GMT -5
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[attr="class","quotes"]was that your voice or was that me?
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[attr="class","fdcharname"]Midnightkit (mist)
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[attr="class","fdhead"] clanSummerClan[break] matenone[break] sexualityBisexual[break] tarotreverse lover[break] positionkit[break] family Crorchid fam [x][break] themeChicago - alt-j, Salt in the Wound - boygenius, What's Wrong - pvris
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[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] biography [break] Perhaps Judas Iscariot was a gentleman, for when he betrayed his master with a kiss, he had enough character to hang himself. Midnightmist doesn't. She claims that her sister would've done the same; after all, what did she have that Sunrisesmoke hadn't taken already? Her sister the temptress, the favourite child of Crow and Orchid, her sister the golden lamb, the Abel to her Cain; she had spent her whole life watching her, how everyone hung onto every breath she breathed. Don't get her wrong, they were close, the pair of them as thick as thieves, never one seen without the other, even if their personalities were completely different. They were identical in looks, with dark fur, white paws, and bright blue eyes. If Sunrisesmoke represented the glow of morning's light, Midnightmist represented the mystery of the darkness that covered the earth. Where her sister was charismatic, confident, and popular, Midnightmist was everything but; she hated this place. Sunrisesmoke was the artist and she was the peeling paint left behind. She hated how everyone forgot what was important, she hated how everyone existed behind fake laughs and a placating grin. No one knew her as well as her sister, no one knew her sister as well as she did, and perhaps that was why when something wicked this way comes, she embraced it like no other.[break][break] TBA: It was an accident. It was all an accident. She didn't mean to do it, but one night, she was upset, running away from all of them when she found herself with the blood of her sister in her paws, and the name of her sister attached to her own. They spun a story. She wasn't Midnightmist anymore; she was Sunrisesmoke. She clawed the same scars upon her shoulders, changed her personality to fit, and has pretended to be the other twin ever since, claiming that Midnightmist had run away; she was never important anyway. One may ask, what motivated her to do this? Was it hatred? Was it love? Was it so that the people would see her too, as a poet, not the muse? She still can't explain why she did this, or how she feels about the death of the one she called her sister, but one thing's for sure. Whoever she is, no one truly knows her. She sold her birthright for some unfulfilled promise, and here she is, reaping what she sowed.
[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] plots[break] I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER – Midnightmist and Sunrisesmoke are almost identical, so it's a bit of a tragedy that the night of their warrior ceremony, when they should've been keeping vigil but chose to go to the cliffs instead, that an incident happened that sent Midnightmist hurtling to the sea, and Sunrise, often the more popular kid, high off her mind, was completely lost. Their friends hid the fact that this happened, saying Midnightmist ran away, they didn't know what happened, and they never spoke of it again. [break][break]
Except it wasn't Midnightmist who fell, but Sunrisesmoke. They had swapped places in an accident, and the only one who knows is Midnight herself, and her father who could tell the moment it happened. There was no way they could explain this to everyone, and they kept it a secret. [break][break]
Except Sunrisesmoke never died. When she finally returned to find that everyone had forgotten her and Midnightmist had taken her place, everyone's dirty little secrets began to come out, and when one by one, cats who were there start getting attacked and someone hints that there are those who knew what they did last summer, things go a little awry.
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Devotedcrow Her father; she had always grown up to be a daddy's girl, and she's terrified of disappointing him, and even more so of him disappearing again. [break]
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[break][break] Sunrisekit Her twin and her best friend. They're complete opposites, and as much as they're thick as thieves, there's a part of her that resents Sunrisekit for how easily she makes friends.
Sunrisekit / smoke[break] Then the Lord said to her, “Where is your sister?” She said, “I do not know; am I my sister's keeper?” Sunrisesmoke had always asked that on her own. Born to Devotedcrow and Orchiddrop, she's always been the more outgoing of the three sisters. With the easy-going smile and her sparkling eyes, it's no wonder she's known as the temptress to many. Her dark fur, white paws, and blue eyes are identical to her sister's, Midnightmist, but it's easy to tell them apart. The one with the beaming smile was Sunrisesmoke, and the one that looked utterly miserable to be here was her sister. She's a flirt, always playing around with the hearts of toms and she-cats alike, and she makes friends easily, with her easy chill and outgoing personality. That isn't to say she doesn't have her own problems; her sister would've described her as neurotic to a fault. A sociopath even, because Sunrisesmoke can't stand not getting everything she wants. She's attention seeking in a way that dismisses all the blame towards circumstance; so charismatic she can get away with nearly anything. Yet, she's unsatisfied. The world wrapped around her fingers and still, there wasn't enough excitement in all of it. She's destructive in that way, throwing all caution to the wind for whatever she wishes on the whim, unable to see that things will get her in the end. [break][break]
TBA: The oracle told her to beware the Ides and she'd be lying if she feigned that innocence in her voice, claiming she didn't know who would wish to harm her, because she knows exactly what she's done, and she knows that she deserves her own demise at the hands of those she's hurt. She can remember the last fight, how Midnightmist had screeched at her, how she claimed that Sunrisesmoke had taken everything from her, and how she had worn that fake little smile, that smug expression that told her sister she had done this for her own good...and the next thing she knows, she's awake again. The gods had spared her life for the sake of what? She isn't sure, but she knows one thing. Midnightmist had killed her once, and she now wore Sunrisesmoke's face as a mask in a game of smoke and mirrors, and that no one had noticed anything, and she won't stand for that. She wants what is hers, and she's not afraid to make sure everyone knows the betrayal they had committed against her. Midnightmist had sold her birthright for a bowl of pottage, and she was going to get it back.
MALLOWMUSK – DEATH: Killed by her sister, Juniperdust – SUMC She met the devil in the woods one night. He asked, "what are you hiding from? What are you scared of?" She couldn't answer. When she was a kit, the world was in colour. Born in a litter of three, she had been close to her siblings, Juniperdust and Heathfire, and they were thick as thieves, always running here and there in search of one adventure or another. Of course, Juniperdust would always fight for the leader position of it all, and Heathfire always went along with what Juniperdust wanted, but Mallowmusk? She wasn't always ready to jump off the edge for the sake of her sister, and perhaps that was where it all went wrong. Always the perceptive one, she noticed the way her sister spoke to her, the way Juniperdust pushed her along the line, even when she was uncomfortable with it. At first, it wasn't too difficult to follow along, but as things progressed, she couldn't find it within her to remain a hostage of her sister's desires, and the moment she spoke up, the world turned black and white, the same as the colours of the patches on her pelt. It was difficult to know Juniperdust's love was conditional, but even harder when she still desires to earn it, something she's certain her brother judges her for. More quiet and anxious than her siblings, she's the kind to assess everyone's moods before interacting, to assess the situation completely before making a decision. Her blue eyes seem to flicker here and there, often holding a caged look within them despite herself. Perhaps she's overthinking everything, perhaps she's just anxious by nature, but Mallowmusk truly wishes she could go back to the days when things were colourful and bright, when there weren't any hidden snakes lurking in the underbush. She met the devil in the woods one night. He asked, "what are you hiding from? What are you scared of?" She looked him in the eye. "I'm scared of being alone," she spoke, but the words never left her mouth.
** She's a ghost cat now, Vengeance - Zack Hemsey is she uwu all she does is haunt Juniperdust 5ever
SUNDARA – Archived – RR Dawn, when it’s neither day or night. When the world blurs and one might encounter something not human. Soma and Sundara, darkness and light. Which one is which? No one really knows. Born as naked as a mole rat, Sundara looks like a creature from the depths, ready for the reckoning, reaping one's soul. What exactly is Sundara? No one really knows. With one golden eye and one blue eye, it's said that Soma's eyes are the complete opposite, but which one is Sundara and which one is Soma? No one really knows. They say Soma only speaks in questions, and Sundara only speaks in literary devices. But who is Sundara and who is Soma? No one knows. If you ask Sundara what the difference is between the two, her answer is a laugh. It's pretty simple really. Sundara believes that the opposite of fire is water, while Soma believes the opposite of fire is no fire. It's pretty obvious really. But which one is Sundara and which one is Soma? No one really knows.
Dusk, when it's neither day or night. When the world blurs and one might encounter something not human. Soma and Sundara, darkness and light. Which one is which? No one really knows. Born as naked as a mole rat, Soma looks like a creature from the depths, ready for the reckoning, reaping one's soul. What exactly is Soma? No one really knows. With one golden eye and one blue eye, it's said that Sundara's eyes are the complete opposite, but which one is Sundara and which one is Soma? No one really knows. They say Soma only speaks in questions, and Sundara only speaks in literary devices. But who is Sundara and who is Soma? No one knows. If you ask Soma what the difference is between the two, his answer is a laugh. It's pretty simple really. Sundara believes that the opposite of fire is water, while Soma believes the opposite of fire is no fire. It's pretty obvious really. But which one is Sundara and which one is Soma? No one really knows.
LIGHTPAW – ARCHIVED – SUNC
Before the devil was cast from heaven, he was an angel too, and perhaps that's the dangerous moral of the story; the devil is often dressed in everything you've ever desired. For if Lucifer fell to the earth for his pride, surely Lightbearer would fall backwards into hell, staring god in the eye as he smiled. Dressed in robes of white fur, marred only by the tabby markings upon his face, his baby blue eyes bely the dangerous glint of his fangs. It's dangerous for a cat to embrace the shadows as his own, but even more dangerous for one to believe that the shadows they walk are in the light. Perhaps some may call it insanity, but Lightbearer calls it the holy truth, that his only purpose is to one day climb the tower of babel and truly become a god. For now, his loyalties remain to the sun god's light; he believes that his duty is to be the herald of god, loudly proclaiming for the cats of all clans to fall down and worship the golden image of their lord. Lightbearer doesn't take no for an answer, and there is not a shred of doubt in his mind, that he's the most illuminated of them all. For it was the earthly ones who pray for direction, who ask for gods and kings and leaders alike, and Lightbearer was sent to the world with a vision and a will to act upon it. If you knock on too many doors asking for a deal to be made or an answer to your prayers, eventually the devil will answer.
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EDOM / EZEKIEL What is in a name? They say that a name gives one power over themselves, a name roots them to who they are. It's funny, how he was once named after the prophet who declares destruction on the world, when he himself had never seen anything past the tip of his nose. He's a prince with life given to him on a silver platter. His own silver eyes gleam with a knowing expression, holding the secrets to knowledge the gods have yet to bless the wandering masses with. Ezekiel may not be a prophet himself, but he sees his place as the top of the food chain. Born a kittypet, one would think that he'd be pampered soft and lovingly, made fat with the slop the humans gave him, but is it not the rich who rule the world? Is it not the have-nots who cry to the haves, we are starving and have nothing to eat? Is it not the rich who snatch the grain from their hands and create a land of milk and honey for their overflowing mouth? He's always understood how to train his humans to do his every bidding, to wait foot and hand at his every desire, so why not the simple-minded cats around him? His sleek tuxedo coat ripple gleam in the light, preened and pampered by his loving servants, and the optimal diet and care has made him stronger than the average street rat. He's learned to fight since he was young, picking on other cats who dared cross into his cul-de-sac. He wanders the city like a king, changing his name wherever he goes, ruling the streets with favors and treats he's learned to grab, and that charismatic smile and the gleam in his eye seems to captivate almost everyone. Those who aren't are disposable to him. He may be a pampered housecat, but he knows his way around the city, and don't think he can't take care of himself out in the wild either. In a game of life, he's the man with all the cards, standing so high that even the gods cannot reach. Still, a man with the world laid out before him like a banquet has arrogance a plenty, and that may be his own downfall, because when his enemies come slinking in with their faces all sunken and their eyes sightless, he'll be his namesake, the city destroyed by fire and brimstone. He'll be their meal having fattened himself up for the slaughter.
- here to torture Chelsea, specifically - other names: Enoch, Elias, Elijah (he likes E names, prefers prophet-y names) - killed his ex-wife - plots?
SOUTHERNSKIES – SumC The rich, smoldering copper hue of his fur reminded Gardeniastar of the way the sunset set fire to the Southern Sea, and the latter half of his name is his own tribute to the life he left behind for SummerClan. He became Southernskies: An homage to Skye, the golden-eyed casanova plucked straight off the farm. He'd known of the clan cats' proximity to his property for a long time, but they were quiet and (mostly) stuck to their own lands, save for the stray youngin' looking for a thrill, so his feathers were never ruffled by their presence. It wasn't until a chance encounter brought him tumbling into the path of the young, enchanting warrior, Fallensnow, that he made the split second decision to uproot the only life he'd ever known and venture into the wild world beyond the fence. His instincts served him well; though the adjustment was still rocky, he was a stellar hunter and had the wits to serve him in skirmishes, and his easy way with words made him fast friends. To this day he still treads with a light foot, earned from moons of stalking mice along creaking boards and across brittle hay. He never regretted the choice he made that day. He still doesn't, even if things are very different now. Though he successfully wooed Fallensnow, and together they had three incredible children, it all came crashing down when a bright and sunny morning turned to a bitter evening, a patrol rushing in with news that his son, Coyotewild, and daughter, Foxpaw, were attacked by a pack of dogs. The attack left his daughter dead, his son permanently disfigured, and his family shattered. To this day Southernskies struggles to trust the peace of quiet mornings, always expecting the worst to happen. There's a hole in his heart that will never be filled again after enduring so much loss—Foxpaw, Coyotewild when he left the clan, Howlingheart's distance, and Fallensnow when she ended their relationship—but he holds his head high and carries on his duties to his clan and his family. He tends to be more cynical about the harshness of the world he lives in, but even though the skies may be unforgiving sometimes, there's always clear days ahead.
INSPO: Family Portrait - Radical Face FAMILY: Phantomfox & Howlingnight's dad uwu
Post by achromatic on Jan 10, 2022 19:35:56 GMT -5
DREAMER WITH A HINT OF CATHOLIC GUILT
COSMICHORIZON - Is there an absolute truth? No one really knows. They say the universe expands, and speeds up the more it does, and that one day, billions of years from now, it'll expand faster than the speed of light, and we'll reach the cosmic horizon, where the galaxies beyond our own will no longer be visible in the night sky. Things will look darker, and perhaps by then, we'll assume the universe is static, unmoving and unchanging, and that we're the only ones out there in the cold, dark, lonely universe. How fascinating, to live today, and to understand something our descendants will not! Cosmichorizon has always been fascinated by the world he cannot see. He's not fully blind, but his eyes don't work as well as others do; he can see up close but things blur when they go farther and farther away. There's a milky cover across his eyes that slowly renders him blind, but that doesn't make him less of a dreamer, and he makes every effort to be just as good as anyone else by allowing his other senses to cover for him. Perhaps it is his lack of reliance on his vision that allows him to see the truths of the universe. He's heard stories, of mountains in a rainbow colour, of salt flats in which you can touch the sky, of ancient tunnels under the earth, of pink salt lakes and lights glowing in the sky reflecting green and purple in a sky as dark as his pelt, and he's forever fascinated, dreaming of the day he can see it once again, despite knowing deep inside, that this dream may never come true. Cosmichorizon is an idealist, the kind of cat who truly sees the best in every situation, and he believes that no, there is no absolute truth, because even if there was, he doubts he'll ever comprehend it. All he can do is to keep looking at that horizon and wonder whether we're truly alone in the universe.
History: - He has a sister, Eventhorizon in NightClan who he was separated from - Formerly a part of a rogue group, of Strangematter, Eventhorizon, Falsevacuum, Ironexpanse and himself
Post by achromatic on Feb 12, 2022 19:15:51 GMT -5
CADET PHILOMENA “MINA” ALEXANDRA }} ACHROMATIC dark brown tabby with thick black stripes and green eyes. The first thing you should know about Philomena is that she absolutely despises her name, and holds a grudge against her parents for picking it. The wild card of her litter and the closest to her uncle Lazarus. Philomena is determined to carve her own path, refusing to listen to anyone who tries to talk her out of anything. So sure she knows what’s best for herself. Mina causes the most problems for her parents and is almost always the one to get her littermates in trouble. Usually unapologetic about it, and only apologizes to Cyrus when he gets the worst punishment.
Saint Philomena took a vow of chastity, and when she refused an emperor's advances, she was tied to an anchor and drowned. When her bones were exhumed and miracles began to occur, the church declared her believers a cult, declared she never existed, and threw her to the wind, with the disappeared saints. Philomena Alexandria will not be so easily forgotten. Known as Mina to all, she despises her own name; after all, naming a kit after some tortured child who's canonisation was thrown to the dogs sounds like her parents were praying for her own downfall. She's never truly forgiven them for it. Butchering her own name isn't the only thing that puts her at odds with her family; she refuses to listen to tradition, nor to anyone, in fact. This brown tabby she-cat knows who she is, and she knows what's best for her own even if the path isn't always the most fruitful, and God help anyone who tells her otherwise. Reckless, blunt, and with a disregard for health and safety, With her green eyes full of mischief, Mina constantly causes problems for everyone, and is often the one to get her littermates in trouble. She constantly tries to persuade her goody-two-shoes sister Aulora to join her in her pranks, and she constantly pushes the blame for anything she does to her brother Cyrus; after all, she knows how to play to her own advantage, and being a girl comes with its perks. Flirtatious and easily-amused, she spins a web and traps everyone in her grasp; the world is her circus and everyone's her flying monkey. Perhaps Saint Philomena couldn't keep her following, and perhaps the church wanted to keep girls like her quiet, but heaven be damned if she doesn't get her own way, and she'll have cats following her own steps soon enough, with perhaps a little less torture than her namesake.
Post by achromatic on Feb 26, 2022 17:38:36 GMT -5
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[attr="class","quotes"]was that your voice or was that me?
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[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] biography [break] One for sorrow, two for joy. Magpie was born out of love between two lost souls. A litter desired in a time of undesired violence when all hope seemed to be lost. To get to where the story begins, we have to start with another story. Three for a girl, and four for a boy. Sagebristle was a girl, Moonblight was a boy; could they make it anymore obvious? His parents were a classic story of enemies to lovers, two apprentices in a training pair that learned everything from one another, including love. Thus, he and his siblings were created. Five for silver, six for gold. Magpiemenace has his father's darker silver furs, striped like his mother's, and both of his parents' golden eyes, all dressed up like a king of his own right. The spitting image of those deemed to be traitors to the clan he was born to. Growing up, he was told his mother was dead and his father a traitor, leaving his own blood behind like a coward in the night. Seven for a secret, never to be told. To protect his siblings, he buried his heart deep within, and with it, everything he learned and everything he felt. Borne of a cursed line, he always felt like an outcast, even if it wasn't for the dirty little secrets whispered around the camp. Somber and sarcastic, his barbed wires and jagged fences were built to keep everyone out with a facade of a purposeful bad boy with a devil-don't-care attitude. Eight for a wish, all he ever wanted was to be enough, nine for a kiss, a goodbye kiss was the last thing he saw when his family broke apart, and ten for a bird you must not miss, and if you trust anything true about Magpiemenace, it is that despite his silent rage, and the violence he baptises himself in, once he's gone you're sure to miss him.
[attr="class","fdtxtbx1"] plots[break] THE BETRAYAL – Growing up, he knew his mother as sickly, and his father as a deserter who never cared, told only what Kier wanted them to hear in order for them to reject their father when they finally meet again. TBA
All go to the same place; all come from dust, and to dust all return. Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky. Borealis understands the winds of change; from birth, he knew he was only dust, only fit to be trampled upon. Born second best to a father who had no love for any of his litter, he lived up to the old man's namesake by making himself a ghost whenever possible. He's a product of his upbringing really. He was never the strongest, nor the bravest, nor the quickest, nor the most cunning. His existence is a borrowed life; one of two halves, Australis may be bolder and braver, but Borealis was always content to hide in his shadows. Even though he's a large tom, intimidating with his dusty gray fur and electric blue eyes, he has the personality of a mouse. Always wary, always looking behind him lest his father was watching. Outside of his family, there's a kindness about him. He enjoys a good joke and a light tease, and when he's not worried about everything, he has a good sense of humour and enjoys good company. Deep down inside, he's a nice cat, and even in WinterClan's frigid cold, he found that being around others outside of his family was good for his soul. However, all good things never last. If someone wanted to write a story about a turn for the worse, Northerncrown would be your poster child. An accident changed his life; it provided him with head trauma and a permanent injury. Since then, he has been falling apart, thread by thread. Sometimes he goes into these 'episodes' and forgets who he is. Cold, uncaring, with destructive tendencies, kleptomania, and explosive behavior; he becomes almost impossible to handle. In a sense, he loses himself, and afterwards--when he's sane once again--he has to suffer the consequences. Yes, there are still times when he's still who he used to be, shy, tentative, and sweet. However, he is often found hiding from himself. He fears for his next episode and for those around him, and he is often nervous about expressing his feelings. After the accident, he became a completely different cat, a character who is still patching up the holes in his sanity, trying to put a puzzle back together without knowing what the original picture looks like. So if brokenness is a form of art, Northerncrown would be your masterpiece. He has no control over who he is or what he does on this borrowed life of his, only knowing that for dust you are and to dust you will return, praying that one day he'll return to a state of mind that's less fractured than it is now.
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Post by achromatic on May 3, 2022 16:49:35 GMT -5
Ratking !!!
All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The future exists in the now, just as much as the past has always existed, just like how we exist right now in the present; there's no linear path from point A to point B, yet the future is seen as something abstract while the past is set in stone. Ratking has always been able to see it all in a way others didn't. His family had been refugees once; they fled from one place to another, seeking refuge from a war a distance away. It was in the enchanted forest that his family found their home, and his family found their blood to be special. He was barely an apprentice when he began seeing visions in the corner of his eye, of small things at first. A rabbit running out at the right time, or a cat tripping a few moments before they did. They chalked it up to deja vu, and then it became obvious it wasn't just that. It was his mother who first noticed, with concern in her eyes at first, before declaring it a gift, a gift to help others around him. From then, his role was established; Ratking the oracle, the soothsayer, the prophet. At first, others crowded around him asking for the future, but soon enough, they realized that the moment he spoke it into existence, there was little changing it. The first time he predicted death in an attempt to change it locked him into the reputation he had. Slowly, his gift ate him up from the inside. The once shy, cheerful, slightly sarcastic tom with a knack for joking around, became an anxious bundle of nerves, always looking left and right in suspicion, muttering words under his breath, rinsing and repeating in his rituals to avoid misfortune. He ended up fleeing from his family, fearful that his gift would be its ruin, and somehow, MoonClan ended up with him. The rumours about the dark prophet range far and wide. Some say he's a wraith-like creature, long-legged and glowing eyes like a creature of the shadows. Others say he always has an evil grin on him, eyes gleaming in mischief as he doomed you to your fate. However, one look at him and everyone often does a double-take. His short, slight frame and unkempt salt-and-pepper fur, mottled brown and grey, seem too unruly for a cat like him. His green eyes really do glow in the dark, bright and wide, with a nervous fear in them at all times, and his fondness for rats seems strange even for a cat like himself. He's not all too intimidating, his own tendencies to fawn and stutter makes him an easy target really; his protection is his own reputation. For now, he cowers behind the reputation, as a harbinger of death, and simply prays that others don't see through the facade he puts on.
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Post by achromatic on May 31, 2022 14:16:35 GMT -5
Silverpaw / Silversea
We know from time to time, there arises among beings, those who's hearts are as wide as the ocean's reach, those who exude love as naturally as the sun exudes heat. We would like to be like that and by and large, man's religions are attempts to cultivate that same power in ordinary people. Silversea wasn't always known by that name. After all, she wasn't born in the clan, far from it in fact. Born to a loving kittypet home, she lived in the city for some time, next door neighbours to her two siblings, in fact. A prized pedigree; her faint bengal coat of brown florets and her pale, heterochromic eyes–a pale blue and pale green that seemed to shift to an iridescent silver in the morning light–made her a stunning find; her humans named her Fleur for that reason. It might be strange for a cat to be bilingual, but alas, here she is, having grown up in a home so different from her siblings that she developed a different accent. Fleur always had a deep love for her humans; she was pampered and adored, ready to go on a new adventure with them, when a swerve in the road and an accident threw her cage out of the car, and she found herself lost on SunClan's territory. From that moment, everything changed. She's found solace in SunClan, in being with her siblings again, with the new beliefs and hopes that clan cats have, but part of her still longs for her past, a foot in two worlds and unable to find peace with either. Still, she has a large heart for everything, and plenty of enthusiasm to boot, but she finds that the love she once had for her home doesn't quite feel the same; it's harder to open her heart, it's harder to trust that things will turn out okay. Fleur, or Silversea now, is still a little princess, still a little spoilt, still a little bratty, but she's trying. She has a heart as wide as the sea, a brightness she exudes as naturally as the sun gives off heat, and she hopes that one day, and one day she hopes she finds the courage and belonging she's been seeking for since she was lost that fateful day.