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winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Sept 18, 2020 17:22:52 GMT -5
GHOSTHUNT roleplayed by simplylight
Quiet as a ghost with a serene nature, it’s no secret how Ghosthunt earned his name. He is calm, understanding, and incredibly aware of his own emotions. While his siblings walled up their grief, Ghosthunt took the time to work through his pain and reflect. It was painful and uncomfortable, but necessary. Now, his collected nature is a soothing presence to his hurting siblings. Although he has worked through his emotions, it pains him to see the pain his siblings and other clanmates carry around on their shoulders. Ghosthunt is a fluffy white tom with creamy grey fur down his face and on his ears and blue eyes. His siblings are Moosetracks, Arcadialight, Luminousspecter, Umbrahound, Dreamspinner, and Redwater. More to come as he is developed.
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GOLDENHIND
roleplayed by simplylight
With a heart as golden has his name suggests, this tom is a cat who can lift your spirits just by being in the same area. His white and golden-ginger patched fur is short and soft and his pale blue eyes are kind and friendly. Goldenhind is easy-going and has a well’s worth of patience. He would rather talk out problems than use claws. In fact, he tends to be the peacemaker among his friends. Sometimes the Japanese bobtail is a bit naive and doesn’t realize when there are real problems that he should address. His father is Coyoteway and mother a kittypet named Aiko. His siblings are Celestialdragon, Divinemessenger, Sacredomen, Ancientwisdom, and Ornatekoi. More to come as he is developed.
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ASHFALL
roleplayed by simplylight
Ashfall is the type of cat that you would see in front of a large group. Her commanding presence and natural leader-like qualities make her one of the best ringleaders you could know. However, she has her flaws. With knowledge comes power, and she is very well aware of her abilities. This causes a rift between her intentions and good will. Ashfall is a bit high and mighty. She only fights for a cause if there is something to gain and she is not comfortable sharing the limelight. Ashfall can be sneaky and unbent. Once her sights are set on something, there is no stopping her. With a brilliant white and charcoal tabby coat and pale rose-yellow eyes, she has the looks to back her spirit. More to come as she is developed.
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IRONJAW
roleplayed by simplylight
Dark brown, almost tar, fur washes over a thick frame of muscles like a muddy river. The thick fur lightens around her chest just a bit, bringing attention up to her sharp amber eyes. She would be considered a fierce beauty if not for her most famous quality, a protruding lower jaw with two sharp teeth. Unashamedly aware of the monstrous feature on her maw, Ironjaw takes no offense towards the stares and bewildered looks. In fact, she almost seems to embrace it with a ungracefully gruff personality and rough-around-the-edges kind of voice. She is quite a force to reckon with, both physically and mentally. As fearsome as she appears, Ironjaw does hold herself to a set of standards-- a code really. She does not kill, steal, or attack anyone without reason. While she works by a code, she is not afraid to voice her opinion in the most blunt way, and fight someone when need be. Warrior
Post by ocelattecats on Sept 29, 2020 18:52:25 GMT -5
JAYKIT
roleplayed by ocelattecats
Jaykit is a gray-blue she-cat, with black tips, with white inner tips, resembling a fox, but with blueish gray fur instead of orange. She is frisky and easy to please, but also make angry. Her markings are very strange, and often wishes her markings were more normal. Her father is dead, and her mother left the clan.
GRAVEKIT (digger) roleplayed by biyuu A brown tabby tom with amber eyes. A tom of few words, Gravedigger likes to keep his distance from the majority of his Clanmates, though whether he does it because of anxiety or mere apathy is a mystery. Though he’s a middle-of-the-pack hunter and fighter, Gravedigger can be disarmingly persuasive; when he does decide to make conversation, he often has to actively stop himself from turning every social interaction into an interrogation, and sometimes challenges himself to make his conversation partner trip over themselves or goad them into making a mistake. Gravedigger has an excellent memory, and can recall conversations from many moons ago with startling clarity—or at least, he can make stuff up convincingly. He’s extraordinarily lazy, and has a nasty habit of gaining goodwill from his Clanmates only to destroy it all by refusing to do even the most minor of tasks. When he’s not partaking in Clan-related duties, Gravedigger can often be found birdwatching. Kit
Mud paw roleplayed my mudpaw i am a clan born.i am a brown fluffy cat.i am loyal yet reckless. I am very emotional. My mentor is dead he was known as shadowspot i am a apprentice
Warning: Spelling and Grammar mistakes a head. I struggle with English, but try my best.
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Post by CreativeFyre on Oct 15, 2020 23:18:48 GMT -5
SPOOK-KIT (Shiver) roleplayed by speckled-starlight A spindly, all white she-cat with green eyes. Spookshiver owes her life to NightClan for rescuing her and her siblings in their darkest hour. Left for dead by a Rogue gang, they where lucky a NightClan patrol heard their pitiful mews. As the moons turned into seasons, Sppokshiver and her siblings grew up strong and thrived in Clan life. Spookshiver made a vow long ago, a life vow to her Clan. To die in the line of service, then her debt shall be paid. A rather distant feline with a frosty exterior. Spookshiver is a difficult cat to get close to, she's even rarely warm with her siblings. Spookshiver's been so focused on offering up her life, she hasn't realized that she also must live it to truly give back. Her littermates are Phantomhaunt, Soulriver, Fadedapparition and Ivoryskeleton. kitten
A dark orange tabby she-cat with bright green eyes and a personality all her own. She's weird, quirky, and an all around goof ball. She can be ditsy at times but also somewhat clever. She and her siblings were found abandoned on the edge of Nightclan territory, along with two other litters, and thought to be part of a passing by rogue gang that didn't want the responsibilities of kits so close to leafbare. Her greatest inspiration is Creampuff. Anything Creampuff does, Pumpkinpatch wants to be right there with her. Her strengths are hunting, climbing, and being a great friend to all who needs one.
OMEGA roleplayed by stardance The omega. The weakest one. The submissive one. The disrespected one. The one who no one cares about. The one who is not essential. The one who is underestimated, ostracized and alienated. The one whose desire for strength and revenge is unparalleled. The one whose claws will one day rip out the throat of phony authority, and replace it with a glorious examples of sheer triumph: victory over a higher power, annihilation of a sworn enemy and abolition of an immoral code. The one is Omega. His power and strength is derived from his past self's submissiveness and weakness. Life is the cruelest thing. Omega was born into Toxicity, though as the runt of the litter. He was weak. Helpless. Useless. Not worth protecting. That is law in Toxicity, is it not? If you can't protect yourself, you can't protect the group. You are not worth protecting. It would be easier to just not exist. Less pain, less suffering; but strength has its roots in struggle, not ease. Omega grew faster because he was so weak. His strength became unmatched against his brothers, all of whom died because of disease, blood loss and plain stupidity. He became more authoritative, more of a leader after the death of his brothers, some of the only things acting as anchor to his weak roots. Unbound, Omega's strength is limitless. No more restraints! No more brotherly envy! Only a growing desire for revenge on the apparent lack of authority that allowed a kithood to be thrown into a tumultuous downfall remained. He respects the authority of the Strategos and his superiors, but he doesn't plan on groveling at their paws in awe. He sees the imperfection in Toxicity, and he wishes to fix the broken machine. He wishes to move beyond being a mere gear in a system. Why not be in charge of the system? Why not regulate instead of being regulated? Omega is powerful and calculating, yet he is not without emotion. He empathizes with others, often putting himself in the place of the one who is struggling. Once being the weak one gives him insight on how to help the cat, but he has no empathy for his enemies. He could watch the Clan cats die one after another, but within reason. He is not an indiscriminate murder. Why kill a queen and her kits? Why kill the elders? They can only bring the gifts of life and wisdom to his group. His eyes are the color of the ocean. Its depths unknown, the blue is mesmerizing and mysterious. His fur forms a black stripe along his back the seems to drop spots of darkness onto his dark brown flank which lightens slightly as one moves towards his wwhite underside. His chest is a dirty snow in color, only very slightly grayed. He has a distinctive scar marking his right ear, almost splitting the auditory organ down the middle. He is slightly larger than the average cat in Toxicity, but it is not visible at first glance. Though this cat's intentions may seem a little dark, he wants what is best for his group. Not for yours. He would give up his life and the afterlife in a moment to save what he loves dearest. His days in Toxicity are past, yet he does not regret leaving them. He feels his pilgrimage as brought him new knowledge, and it has only just begun. It is his final wish that he would return to what is now Absum Lux to share his knowledge, but that day is in the future. Not the present. To keep his real name a secret and to mask his path, he now has cats he meets know him as Hades. Only those from his former group and those close to him would know who he really is; however, a persona can only last for so long. He still felt as if he had unfinished business in what was now Absum Lux, so he returned. For better or for worse is all in perspective. After the disappearance of Genesis, his second mate, he felt broken again. It was impossible for him to stay there, so he left Absum Lux/Toxicity for the second time and found himself in SunClan. Omega always knew he could distract himself from his screwed up reality in the hostile group, but it hardly lasted any time at all. He was turned into a servant, so he left the cult for something else. He was in relative peace for a little while in the League, but it was not long until Foxstar found him and removed separated his soul from his body. With the Priestess holding his soul over the edge of the abyss, what moral bounds he had left finally dissolved. The change is allowing him to become the perfect killer, one without remorse or empathy with eyes on the endgame. He developed a hunger for feline flesh, and displays it proudly with a necklace with the vertebrae of cats he's eaten. He founded a rogue gang, the Fire Gang, as a way to start to get vengeance for what SunClan did. Slowly but surely the gang built up its connections, which culminated in an alliance between the League, NightClan, and DayClan called the Fire Nation. The Fire Nation decisively struck down SunClan in a successful siege. It was his greatest accomplishment, and now he seeks to go further. With what or with whom, he does not know. But he looks to come from the shadows again and do something more.
SOOT roleplayed by stardance A snow bengal with green eyes. She is a bit of a spitfire. Words flow from her mouth like water from a waterfall, never ending and untamed. She has no filter, so whatever comes to mind, she says. Her relationship with her deity comes from her fiery words. She admires him and despises him at the same time. She'll insult him whenever she gets the chance, but defends him when any outsider question's the deity. Her stubbornness is second to none. Raystrike only gives in arguments when the truth hits her in the face. Given to her father by her mother at a few moons old and then her father, Ghostcrown, being exiled at the end of her kithood taught her the importance independence. During the Fire Nation's war with SunClan, she was poisoned. The effects of it knocked her out for most of the battle, which led to her getting left behind. She barely survived, and ended up getting captured by Frostfire and renamed Soot. She became a NightClan prisoner and Frostfire's servant as a result. Maybe one day she will see the sun again...
Warning: Spelling and Grammar mistakes a head. I struggle with English, but try my best.
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Post by CreativeFyre on Nov 14, 2020 11:16:58 GMT -5
COYOTEGRIN Roleplay by speck An average built, scruffy brown tabby tomcat with white markings. He has a pair of light yellow eyes. A generally unpleasant feline to be around. Coyotegrin is a tough shell to crack, but once it's been defeated, his name shines threw. Warrior
Post by Summerthyme on Nov 15, 2020 1:42:52 GMT -5
DUSKFABLE roleplayed by SummerThyme It is hard to describe someone who is so withdrawn that even their closest companions know little about them. Duskfable is the type of she-cat to weave her way in and out of people lives like the moment forgotten. The moments where someone is there just long enough to insight change or a misdirection, but to disappear just as those effected start looking for someone to blame. Duskfable is the black cat of ghost stories and witches companion. A small lean short haired black cat with misty grey eyes. Duskfable is a bit of an assassin for hire. A "Rumplestiltskin" of the Warrior world. While within the NightClan borders she plays clan mate she is often called upon by others who know of her "side gig." to end their enemies by contract. A deal is a deal. Anyone who has something of value to offer can consider their problems gone by dusk. While her clanmates live by night she assassinates by day. Duskfable is not one you want to meet in battle. While the code is knowledgeable she can make any fatal strike look like an accident. She is without emotion and has very few words for most. She does as she is ordered by her superiors but never leaves without leaving a eerie feeling behind her. To those who do unfortunately get close to Duskfable, she is actually quite vulnerable and has a delicate heart buried behind a thick thorny thicket.
RUMBLESTAG roleplayed by baewolf It's hard not to be daunted by this long-legged toms massive size and broad shoulders, though his appearance isn't the only unsettling thing about him. His handsome, angular head sits upon a thick neck, pale creamy fur forming a mane around his chocolate colored face. His eyes are almost always narrowed in concentration, their color a pale yellow-green that is striking in contrast from the so-brown-it's-almost-black fur that masks his skull. The same color also runs down the length of his legs, the rest of his body that creamy, pale color, much like the large, antler crowned herbivore that he was named for. During his apprenticeship, he had been caught by dogs and ended up loosing half of his tail, leaving what was left of it a messy, furry stump. He has a slight fear of climbing do to his, and would much rather stalk something through the undergrowth then in the air. He has an unnatural ability to become perfectly still, the only bit of movement being his nostrils flaring of the smallest twitch of his ear. Though young, he is a very ambitious tomcat and strives to be the best he can, though everyone has their flaws. He has a unnecessary need to always be right, which pushes a lot of his Clanmates away from him. But he's fine with the solitude, the prince of the wood.
GLITTERINGKIT (NIGHT) roleplayed by woof A child of snowy days and chilly nights, her pelt resembles her birthright: A white chest and paws like freshly fallen flakes is bound beneath a glistening silver coat, night-black stripes scoring through and sky blue eyes holding merry cheer. She came to NightClan through a blizzard alongside her siblings and has never considered anywhere else to be home. She's eager to know what the future holds for herself and her family, though she knows one thing for sure: There will be plenty of love to fill her hopelessly romantic heart. Kit
SKYLARK roleplayed by shadow "When I'm feeling lonely, sad as I can be, all by myself on an uncharted island in an endless sea. What makes me happy? Fills me up with glee? Those bones in my jaw that don't have a flaw: my shiny teeth and me." The screams of the crowd, the hyperventilation of the fans that felt blessed to even stand in his presence, the dads that left their children alone with evil babysitters so they could hang out with someone far younger than them – Skylark's seen it all in his days. He's popular, sure, and he's grateful to every single being on the face of this planet who's willing to give him the time of day, let alone the praise that always seems to follow him around, but that isn't everything. Yeah, he's attractive, he knows this. Yeah, he has teeth that could light up the night sky, of course. But deep down? Well... "My shiny teeth that twinkle, just like the stars in space. My shiny teeth that sparkle, adding beauty to my face. My shiny teeth that glisten, just like a Christmas tree." Skylark's no god. Sure, he's worshipped like one, but at the end of the day, it's all a farce. Something that his fans have built up about him because he has a glittering smile and the voice to rival angels. At the end of the day, though, he's just a nice, friendly, down to earth guy that wants what anyone else does: peace, comfort, and love. 'Course, not everyone can have everything they want. Instead of being able to enjoy his days and sleep restfully on his nights, he performs for his audience, panders to their every whim, and allows himself to be lost in the pizazz of it all. "You know they'd walk a smile just to see me smile, my shiny teeth and me. Yes, they're all so perfect. So white and pearly. Brush, gargle, rinse, a couple breath mints – my shiny teeth and me." A traveling performer, he's never stayed in one place for very long and has been so busy both attempting to please his cult fanbase – while also running away from them – that he couldn't even celebrate his own birthday. Once he stumbled across NightClan, he was certain he'd be able to live a quiet life under the stars, just himself and his shiny teeth. Nothing ever goes to plan, though, and once more he finds himself surrounded by fans, though he has to admit: it's far better now than it ever was. "My shiny teeth so awesome, just like your favorite song. My shiny teeth, I floss 'em so they'll grow to be real strong. My shiny teeth, I love them and they all love me. Why would I talk to you when I've got thirty-two, woo– my shiny teeth and me." Like anyone else who longs for genuine companionship, Skylark hopes to one day find the person of his dreams, no matter the gender: it's the personality that counts. He's had his ups and downs, especially his downs in the form of a she-cat that he won't name for her privacy but who he had no problem singing a song about. Perhaps being in NightClan, though... maybe it'll give him the chance to find everything he's dreamed of and more. "You know they'd walk a mile just to see me smile. My shiny teeth and me."
