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— Biographies must include a physical description of your character — Once your cat is added to the Joining Thread, you are free to roleplay them! — Please post your character's mate and sexual preference to the mate log!
NAME / SUFFIX (for apprentices or kits) roleplayed by BIO RANK (Royal Guard, warrior, apprentice, etc) CLASS (Superior, Executioner, Reporter, Inferior) SEXUALITY
ABOUT THE RANKS if you have any questions, please feel free to message fox or goldcrest! ♡
A rank is different from a class, and characters will have both - for example, your rank may be Royal Guard, but your class may be Superior. Your rank may be warrior, but your class may be Inferior.
THE ROYAL GUARD OPEN FOR JOINING CONDITIONALLY
The Royal Guard, as well as being guards, are a type of secret police: they are groomed and chosen specifically for their devotion to Kier, to do his dirty work, spy and bring information back, act as messengers and escorts, and are expected to hold absolute loyalty to him over any ties or bonds to friends, family, or Clan. NightClan is irrelevant; there's only Kier. They are the most devoted of all the Clan. He has created an environment in which privilege and favour are the only ways in which you'll eat, prosper, and survive - and the Loyal Guard, as the most privileged, often exploit their position against the more vulnerable members of their Clan. Bullying, cruelty, and betrayal are encouraged.
Royal Guards are typically of the Superior class, and protect the leader, deputy, and all members of the Royal class. The medicine cats may be protected, but their safety is less important. The head of the Royal Guard is currently Druzyprince. In world, Royal Guards are appointed by Kier or Snowblister. Royal Guards can be of any class, but are generally above Inferior. Anyone can join the Guard, but just be aware of those details for your character! Please limit yourself to one Guard character.
NURSEMAIDS OPEN FOR JOINING
Loyalist she-cats entrusted with raising the kits taken from queens for indoctrination. They are ordinarily higher-ranking, and often Superiors. It is the encouraged — and, thus, actively honoured with propaganda — alternative to warriors for she-cats; they are lauded as equal to warriors, uniquely respected, with apprentices trained to dip their heads to a nursemaid when she passes, but this really isn’t true. It’s just a way to keep them where Kier wants them. They are utterly aligned with Kier’s vision and, though some truly love each litter they raise, they are often stern, cold, harsh, and not averse to punishment. Raising a Royal’s kits is considered the most powerful achievement, comparable to a crowning for a nursemaid; competition is rife and bitter. Kits consider their nursemaid more a mother than their birth one, whether their relationship is good or bad and their kithood happy or abusive — she raised them. The ‘unmakers’ of family.
They are technically — similar to nuns — permitted to abstain from having kits to devote themselves to their wards and do their duty to the Clan, and Kier will accept this begrudgingly with the right argument; most often, though, he still prefers them to have at least one litter of their own. That possibility of not having to have children, however, makes the rank appealing for she-cats who desperately don't want to have them.
Nursemaids brainwash the kits in their care; they tell them stories like 'Kier’s ears are so fine he can hear blood vessels scraping together. He knows everything. He hears everything. He sees everything.' He does nothing to dispel the frightening rumours and everything to cultivate them — and sometimes he even works with Nursemaids to create the most impactful nursery tales about him and his reign, to best instil fear and awe. They are the frontline of propaganda, and thus incredibly important. Read more about them on the NC page!
ROYALS CLOSED FOR JOINING The very top of the hierarchy, the Royal class is reserved for only the family of Kier, and those incredibly close to him. There are currently only three Royals: Kier; his mate, Eris, the Royal Physician; and Druzyprince, the head of the Royal Guard. The class is typically hereditary, and Royals are unconditionally exempt from arrest, interrogation, torture, and execution. They do not have any official duties or obligations, aside from the ones attached to their true rank.
SUPERIORS OPEN FOR JOINING CONDITIONALLY The highest most of the Clan could ever hope to reach, and only one tier below Royals. These cats are the leaders of the Clan below Kier and Snowblister; they are in charge and everyone else must listen to every word they say. They get the most food, they get the most luxuries, and they are not to be questioned or interrogated. They are exempt from suspicion and arrest, and, unless in extreme circumstances, are not to be reported on. Gaining this position is incredibly difficult, and, being mostly sycophants and turncoats, they are the most hated in the Clan. Superiors are able to be teachers (mentors) in Snowblister’s classes. They are considered nobility and act as judges in trials. If a Royal Guard is of a class below Superior, a Superior outranks them, even though Royal Guard is the most elite rank. This class is incredibly difficult to achieve, though relatively easy to keep; their members must be utterly devoted to Kier and the New Order — characters only pretending to be so may be accepted on a case by case basis, but we’d prefer an environment of genuine social climbers, sycophants, and selfish turncoats. Please limit yourself to one Superior character. There are currently ___ Superiors.
EXECUTIONERS OPEN FOR JOINING On the surface, the second-in-commands to the Superiors, but they hold no real power. They simply listen. The one to deal with the traitors, they kill them publicly, if only to show off and flaunt the upper classes’ power. They are the perfect display of it; the model citizen. An Executioner heads every patrol, and also acts as adviser to Superiors. Mostly, though, they are chosen for their brawn and not their brains. There are currently ___ Executioners.
REPORTERS OPEN FOR JOINING Similar to the Inferior, they are nothing, yet they have the most chance of moving up the ranks purely because they are adept at listening in on the conversations around them, at being so silent and still that nobody would suspect them listening or watching. They report wrongdoings and treason for small rewards and the possibility of climbing higher in the hierarchy. Not to be trusted. They have chosen advancement and the pursuit of privilege over their friends and family. They will often act as witnesses at treason trials and interrogations. There are currently ___ Reporters.
INFERIORS OPEN FOR JOINING The lowest class; the work force. They keep the Clan going, keep the Superiors and Executioners fed, and yet get nothing in return. They are nothing. Seen but not heard. They hunt and act as cannon fodder at the front of battles. This is the vast majority of the Clan. There are currently ___ Inferiors.
WAY OF LIFE
NightClan is nocturnal, rising at dusk and going to bed at dawn. They live in a tall, dark pine forest.
They are currently living under tyranny. Their medicine cat is under-trained and overworked, an unwitting false prophet for Kier; her over-zealous apprentice is more devoted to Kier than he is to the welfare of the Clan; and the Clan’s health is not a priority. Terror is rampant, but the Clan is beginning to adjust — and from that adjustment comes those who either fully believe in Kier and Snowblister and are fanatically invested in them, and those who recognise that with this new hierarchy, they can save themselves, get ahead, and live a life of privilege, even if they have to kill and betray to clear the way and get there. Kier and Snowblister have their personal issues, but they’re a formidable and impenetrable front.
Cats are routinely starved if they disobey or speak out of turn; there are ears everywhere, and rumours and whispers are reported for benefits for themselves, or for the feeling of doing good for their leader; innocents are coerced and charmed by Kier and the Reporters to tell secrets, promised no harm will come to whoever they talk about and then faced with the violence of that lie; the once-noble Loyal Guard has been disbanded and publicly punished to shatter hope and morale; arrests, public trials and interrogations, torture, and executions are rife; the new generation, including kits, are taken from their families and subject to classes designed to indoctrinate them; and the Clan believes StarClan, silent for so long and feared to have abandoned them, has started speaking again because of Kier’s leadership — though they live in fear, they are also hopeful that StarClan will return, and may start to believe that his cruelty is what they need to reconnect with StarClan. Through Twilightdance and Lilacpaw, Kier hopes to make himself out to be a saviour, slowly distance NightClan from their ancestors, and finally position himself as the sole authority over them, without even StarClan above him.
Kits and apprentices who have never known any other life have grown cruel, sadistic, disrespectful, arrogant, and fanatical, ready to turn their families in for praise from Kier. He has nurtured a youth who are hungry for his praise and approval; everything they do, beyond even benefits for themselves, is to please him. With hunting, fighting, and patrols deemed less important than exacting complete control and creating zealots, the Clan never has enough to eat, and, though Kier tries to maintain a peaceful, untroubled public image for them, it’s clear they have become isolated from every other Clan. Free thought and free speech are not valued; with two such clever leaders, all they’re interested in fostering in their youth are blind devotion. Loyalty to NightClan is weaker than ever; with the disappearance of the last of the old, noble Loyal Guard, Moonblight, loyalty now is either to yourself, or to Kier and Snowblister.
Honour is dead.
OTHER INFO it's not daunting at all, it's just that i can't shut up <3 if you'd like the abridged version, feel free to contact either of us!
☆ TRIALS: Trials for treason are rife, presided over by a Superior as judge, Reporters as witnesses, and Executioners to do the final deed. Kier usually carries out the actual interrogations, and sometimes Snowblister. They are public, and usually rigged against the accused; a guilty verdict is almost always reached, no matter the opposing evidence. If you've reached the point of a trial, chances are you'll receive a death sentence. The Clan is encouraged to watch and heckle. Multiple cats can be tried at one time, or multiple trials can take place one after the other. If you'd like your character to undergo a trial, feel free to contact fox or goldcrest! If they're of the appropriate class, they can take part in it from the other side - or, if they're the accused, they can be the one on trial. All kits and apprentices participate in a trial to pass their warrior assessment and receive their class assignment. There will often be open threads for trials - feel free to jump in, even just as a spectator, family member/friend, or someone who might come forward with unexpected evidence, good or bad! There's a lot of freedom and choose-your-own-adventure style fun with these ♡
☆ TRAINING: All kits and apprentices, in-world, must take part in compulsory classes with the deputy, Snowblister, and a few select Superiors. Participation isn't mandatory OOC, but it's fun to participate! ♡ These are aimed at indoctrinating the next generation into the New Order. In each group, each kit or apprentice is assigned a different role for practices — judge/Superior; witness/Reporter; jury/Executioner; and condemned/Inferior. They partake in mock trials, switching between roles each time; this generally involves an Inferior speaking against Kier, a Reporter reporting the treason to a Superior, the Superior holding the trial and ordering an execution, and the Executioner pretending to kill them. The trial ends with a lesson on what happens if you decide to do what the Inferior did, and the encouragement that you should strive to be anything else.
They are taught the best way to execute a traitor, what to listen for (including key words of dissenters’ to be on the lookout for), how to exact confessions, the glory of Kier’s vision, and so on. They are also taught the rules (your kin mean nothing, the only thing that should matter is your loyalty to Kier; if you overhear something, report it; you are nothing to your Superiors; you keep NightClan’s secrets even at the cost of your life; et cetera); the dos and don’ts of NightClan; politeness, good conduct, good hygiene and personal appearance, how to purport themselves, and obedience; and sin. Kier will occasionally attend classes to oversee the progress.
Kits or apprentices excelling at their classes may be made a semi-permanent Superior, and thus act as the leader of their training group. Snowblister and Kier hope this fosters a sense of group unity and loyalty that will filter up from their Superior to the deputy and leader themselves. These groups are expected to come before your own family, and in fact, kits and apprentices will have very little interaction with their birth family once they begin training. This is to aid the indoctrination process, and to ensure their loyalties are not divided.
Classes are generally strict, unforgiving, and brutal.
☆ ASSESSMENT: A warrior assessment takes the form of a real trial. These ARE compulsory to promote your kit or apprentice to warrior ♡ After learning the ins and outs of both sides — as the accused they learned how they themselves might lie and grovel to get an innocent verdict; as the witness they learned what information was crucial to a guilty verdict; as a judge they learned to decide which was more important for the governance of the Clan, an innocent receiving a false guilty verdict or a possible dissenter allowed to live — they act as either judge, witness, or executioner. How they conduct themselves dictates what role they will receive should they pass — the highest-achieving become Superiors, and thus stay as judges for the future, the middling or particularly brutal become Inferiors or Executioners, the sly become Reporters, and those who don’t pass at all… Well, it’s best to pass.
Kits can pass warrior assessments, meaning they can become full warriors at apprentice age or younger.
☆ NOTE: All classic rules still apply to kit-aged warriors. No matter their rank, their age is still the deciding factor in whether or not they can take a mate — kits cannot date out of their age group, nor can an apprentice date an elder, EVEN IF THEY ARE A WARRIOR. Please keep track of your character’s age so you’re not breaking any rules ♡
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ASPENDUST roleplayed by ian A feline with such light fawn colored fur that it almost appears white, although hints of dusty brown still can be found meshed within the lighter hues. Her eyes are mismatched, her left being a faint green and the other residing in a shade of electric blue. This can be unnerving to some, as her gaze is often intense and focused. She takes no flack from anyone, and she'd be the first person to tell you if you were wrong. This bluntness sometimes can rub cats the wrong way, but it is perhaps the most integral part of her peculiar diplomacy; after all, you cannot fix a problem that you do not realize is there. Aspendust is a rather ... existential cat whose fascination with mortality and the purpose of life can be exhausting. Perhaps this is because she believes that life is a game of sorts, one where every step must be strategic in order to get the best outcome. A tempered evil, she has little use for law or morality, which perhaps makes her a bit dangerous to be around. This is not to say that she isn't to be trusted; instead, it is to say she will do whatever she needs to to protect herself and the cats in which she cares about. Warrior
will she inevitably change 48 times as i develop her bc i cant write a bio and then have my cat follow the script? probably. but thats ok right
ope here i am again bc i thought of a name i like and theres an open kit rp LOl
BERRYKIT (bliss) roleplayed by ian To your average cat, happiness is fleeting and must be chased. Bliss occurs occasionally, yet requires a significant event to prompt it. Luckily, or unluckily depending on one's opinion, Berrybliss is not an average cat. Instead, she manages to be an embodiment of the sun. Friendly and oblivious to most social cues that suggest she should feel any other way, Berrybliss lives up to her name. She can find joy in almost any circumstance, and her sunny disposition allows her to see the good in all, even if it's just a glimmer. A cat of numerous chances, this willful belief that all cats are good has a tendency to get her into trouble. She'll forgive anyone for anything and her soft nature leaves her vulnerable to manipulation, so she often ends up in situations where others try to use or take advantage of her. Of course, she is completely unaware of this, and genuinely believes that everyone has good intentions even if their execution of those intentions were faulty. Berrybliss is a small grey feline with green eyes that are flecked with hazel.
CURLYKIT (bear) roleplayed by turtlenoir solid brown and white tom with curly fur and pale yellow eyes. He is lazy and really enjoys taking naps in his nest. Has very little motivation to do anything unless there is food involved. He has a strong opinion about the season winter and a strong dislike for snow.
Its a lame bio at the moment but when his sibling gets adopted and I get more of a feel for him I will probably change more of this.
WILLOWSTATURE roleplayed by turtlenoir Willowstature is an unusual tom. He was never the strongest kit in the nursery within physical standards. This tom is tall and lanky, lacking in physical strengths that he makes up for with his mind. Willowstature is always looking to learn new things. With an eidetic memory, this tom has perfect recall of everything he has ever learned. While he is absolutely brilliant with knowledge, Willowstature is a little stunted with his social skills. Due to being tossed aside as a kit, he was never really close with any of his peers causing him to lack in the social department. This unusual tom tends to ramble a lot about things he is extremely interested and knowledgeable in and is quite brave and focused. Warrior.
DUSKVEIL roleplayed by turtlenoir She is the vibrate color of the dusk. When the sun begins to dip below the horizon giving away to the dark night sky. The color of the moon painted on her limbs, chest, muzzle and stomach. Soft darker spots dapple her ginger fur. She is a rather lanky cat and has a slender built. Her eyes are dark amber the color of the sun. She feels like her fur is a curse for being a vibrate ginger. She has always tried hard to prove to her fellow clan mates that she belongs within Nightclan. Jumping through hoops to prove her pure blood statues regardless of her appearance which looks like she would belong in Sunclan or Dayclan. She is close-nit with her brother Dawnfog . She's been close with him since they were kittens in the nursery. She has fond memories of her childhood. Being told stories about the cosmos and the moon that lit up the night sky for Nightclan. The cosmos have always fascinated her whole life. It was only natural that her father named her and her brother after the night sky. She heard tales from her father about the stars in the sky. Stories that connected to the strange patterns in the night sky. The tales always fascinated her more than they did her brother Dawnfog. Her brother found them to be boring but listened to them anyway. She had a close relationship with her brother growing up. They were each other's rock when their mother died. She also developed a friendship with another kitten named Darkkit. She became the shoulder that Darkkit could lean on after she lost her sister. Duskveil had a average apprenticeship. She struggled on learning a few tasks because of her bright pelt, but worked hard with extra lessons with Darkpaw who later became Darkmeadow and her mate. As a young warrior Duskveil narrowly died when on a hunting trip when a venomous snake almost bit her. Her father pushed her out of the way and ended up sacrificing himself. Duskveil has lived with the guilt ever since. Leading to her being more protective of her clanmates, her brother Dawkfog and her mate Darkmeadow. She is very traditional and holds her fellow clanmates to higher standards. Casts a judgmental eye to those that go against Nightclan. She would meet death head first if it meant her sacrifice was benefiting Nightclan.
DAWNBRINGER Dark brown fur, not quite dark enough to be compared to the night sky, but not light enough to be compared to the rising sun. It's almost a sick joke that gave Dawnbringer his name, or at least he believes, especially when his lighter-colored sister was named after the opposite time of day: dusk. Despite this, he never held any hatred for his sister, instead he had always come to her defense when clanmates questioned her ginger pelt whenever he could, but there were many times that it happened when he wasn't around. Because of his father's fascination with the cosmos, Dawnbringer grew up with stories of the stars and sky. Stories that he had found uninteresting, but he listened anyway, since his father seemed to enjoy talking about it so much, and his sister took to the fascination. He just never had the heart to tell them that it bored him, as they were his weak spot. His father, Potionmaster, his sister, Duskveil, and her mate, Darkmeadow. The three cats that he swore would be the only ones in his heart, the ones that he had accepted as family. Of course, no family can stay together forever, and it tore Dawnbringer to shreds when his father died. His death had put a rift between him and Duskveil - a small rift, but one that caused a partial falling out that they are only beginning to repair. Of course, he would still do anything for her, despite their current state, and considers her mate as his family, especially since she had been around since they were kits. His vibrant green eyes are a reflection of his father's, which serves as a fragment of memories long since passed. warrior
WRAITHFIRE roleplayed by sunlight There is clearly more lurking underneath Wraithfire's stoic exterior and dutiful habits, something that lingers in his strange accent. He will not speak of his past to anyone except his daughter, who he brought as a young kit to Moonclan when he joined. Despite choosing to join Moonclan freely, Wraithfire sometimes seems disdainful of clan life. Tall and handsome, with pale green eyes and a fluffy chestnut coat, Wraithfire is a looker, but a closed off one. The only cat he softens for is his daughter, who is the solitary soul who hears the secrets of his past and his goals in Moonclan. The tom is surprisingly well-learned in herbs and their usages, and occasionally slips off with his kit to perform strange rites and rituals. Apart from his oddities, the serious follower does his duties within Moonclan without complaint, though he often appears to be evaluating the various cats around him for some purpose or another. There are certainly positive aspects to him- he shares his food freely and is exceedingly patient, for the most part. Loyal and family-oriented, there seems to a part of Wraithfire that is stuck in a different place that he longs to return to.
ROBINKIT (mask) roleplayed by woof Dark tabby stripes bind a serious disposition beneath a thick brown coat, often rustled and askew with twigs and leaves from his bouts of introspective daydreaming. Robinmask views the world through rose-colored eyes, a glass half full kind of guy, but there's a powerful desire to mold himself into the very best of NightClan's warriors and his doubt in himself wars with his determination to prove his worth.
WILDHUNT roleplayed by woof Olive green eyes and a white-socked charcoal gray coat belie his true nature, a silver tongue and disarming charm allowing the truer intentions to lurk beneath the surface. He's eloquent but primal at the same time, a predatory viciousness smoldering in his veins. warrior
DAWNPOPPY roleplayed by sunlight Those who know Dawnpoppy know her to be kind, traditional, and a family-oriented she-cat. She served her time as a warrior alongside her talented mate, Lostriver, and had their only litter of kits later in life. Since they were her only children, she was overbearing at times, but she was undoubtedly a devoted and loving mother. Even now she relishes their accomplishments- particularly those of her daughter, Aspenstar. Dawnpoppy is non-descript in appearance, with soft gray and white fur and light green eyes, but she is known for her open ears and full heart. Old as she is, she is a little proper and dislikes crude language and suggestive implications, much preferring to keep to wholesome, good-hearted company.
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 23, 2021 22:50:47 GMT -5
PINESIMMER roleplayed by Honeystorm Jealousy is a powerful motivator, and Pinesimmer has plenty of it. Aspendust should never have become leader, and he isn't entirely sure how she managed it. There must have been a mistake somewhere, and he can't look at her without some internal disgust in his pine green eyes, someone so lowly in his rightful place. He isn't sure how his family doesn't see it either. He can play nice enough, though. For a time. It's incredibly easy to set him off, his temper always simmering beneath his brown pelt, with it's light and dark speckles that give him an appearance similar to treebark. Even without trying, his leader sister easily seems to set him off, and he is constantly working to ruin all the things she does, whether in her personal life, or for NightClan as a whole, despite his family's displeasure.
EROSDREAMER rped by Turtlenoir His name whispered with the breath of a dying star. His mother Supernova has been a star whose time was running out. In a fiery explosion her final act was to give life to her six loves. As her life extriguished his began. Named Eros after the recurring fiery passion between his father and mother. Similar to his mother, his life didn't start out with sunshine and rainbows. He was born on the great journey to the new Primal Instrict home beside Moon Creek. He was entrusted in the care of his older sister Naida. Who at a meer few days old abandoned him to the elements of the forest. Supernova his guardian angel saved him by visiting his father Deal. Before the storm had a chance to catch him in its icy grips. He was rescued and brought to Nightclan. Was it by fate or his mother being spiteful that he not only ended up in his father's temporary clan, but also to home to his mother's former mate Gravity. Eros was born to a former PI Shaman and the former Nightclan Medicine Cat / Dayclan Leader. He became a perfect blend of his parents Supernova and Deal. Sporting the infamous black and white markings of his father. He was gifted expressive blue eyes which her replicas of his mother's. A gift that many of his siblings has came close to. He carried the gentle, caring side of his mother, and her ability to show compassion and learn. While from his father Deal he earned a charming side that could swoon many off their paws.
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Post by Sweetrose on Jan 24, 2021 14:12:14 GMT -5
roleplayed by Beautiful As A Rose
Earthback was born on November 23, 2020 and was found at the border of Nightclan, his parents had escaped the flood and destruction of his home, EarthClan, which had been destroyed by a massive flood that wiped out the camp and territory, killing a lot of their Clan-mates and sweeping others away in all different directions. His parents survived the flood, having been washed up on the far side of the forest. Once on land, they fled, starving and fighting to survive until they reached the border of Nightclan, where Bramblepath and Grassbreeze his parents died from their wounds and exhaustion. He was found by a passing patrol and taken into the camp and raised alongside the other kits. His parents were given a warrior's burial.
Earthback grew up in NightClan following the rules and supporting his adopted Clan. He is a very strict tom, who hates rule-breakers, liars, thieves, murderers, and won't take lightly to other's not following orders. He is a brownish-gold short-haired tabby tom-cat with copper eyes and a very lean frame. He hopes to one day have a mate and kits and to learn all he can about EarthClan and their ways, wanting to know about his ancestry and would have been home. He is also dedicated to learning about NightClan and their ways, though he does find them strange and weird, he does what he can to support them. He believes in StarClan and his Warrior Ancestors, giving them honor and praise in the night. He will fight and defend his adopted Clan and do whatever is necessary for their survival and well-being, even if he has to starve or die, he will do it knowing he tried his best to help them. Kit
Post by strawberrycupid on Jan 24, 2021 19:18:21 GMT -5
FINCHKIT (flight) roleplayed by strawberrycupid Finchflight is the kind of guy who once he decides to do something, he'll do it to the maximum. There's no such thing as the bare minimum with this rich dark brown tabby tom. Nothing is worth doing if he isn't gonna give it his best. He'll train on one move for hours till he perfects it or shower whoever catches his fancy in every sort of flattery and gift. Finchflight will work himself to the bone, but he's less of a workaholic and more attached to whatever outlet he has found for his boundless creativity and passion. He strives to leave his mark on the world in any way he can find. You can probably find little traces of him all over Nightclan territory, mostly in the simple silhouette of a bird flying. But there is still a hurdle for Finchflight. He cannot physically or mentally do everything, so he ends up incredibly picky about whatever catches his fancy. He can be endlessly fascinated by the smallest things, but will be as stubborn as an ox if you try and push him to something he doesn't like. He's far more particular than most on things like connections and time management. It takes an out of this world cat to draw his syrupy brown eyes, but once he sets his sights on you, he doesn't let go. kit
welcome to nightclan, yall ! editing the page to add all of these is my first goal of tomorrow ! sorry for the delay - the code kind of hurts my head to look at for too long and i’ve had a stress headache over my interviews for the last couple days LOL
MAPLEVOW roleplayed by turtlenoir A fawn and white colored tabby with olive green eyes. He's known for being the loyal brother to his siblings. Stepping up to be their number one supporter in their dreams and goals. The night he became an apprentice he vowed that he would become the best warrior he could be. He was always ready to learn, first awake most nights already on his paws. He dove head first into his training and when he was later named Maplevow. It was after the vow he made as an apprentice to NightClan. He loves NightClan with all of his heart, perhaps more than even his sister Aspenstar. His valor is not unknown to his clanmates, and he is often the first to stick his neck out for a cat in need. Still, he can’t help but wonder: why was Aspenstar chosen and not him?