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Azaleakit -- Espeon Pansexual -- none Azaleakit is a rose-furred cat with patches of white fur along their pelt and a set of solid green eyes. When things started off with a cat like Azaleakit, it was clear from the beginning that this was going to be a little bit of an odd one. Azaleakit took their time before interacting with just about anyone in this odd little family of theirs. They'd speak, they'd talk and do as they're told, but Azaleakit didn't opt into a playful life quickly. Instead, they spent their time watching. Examining. Not without things to do, but their schedule was packed with figuring out other cats. Eventually, perhaps to other's relief, Azaleakit had settled in with their siblings and began a life that others perhaps may not soon forget. Only time will tell where a cat like this will go. Azaleakit on their own, however, reveals their true lineage. Around the cats of NightClan, Azaleakit grows dozens of wonders about one simple question- is this a place that they belong in? Not through looks, but personality perhaps. Azaleakit is highly intelligent, with a near perfect memory and a keen eye for reading cats around them. Azaleakit is calm. Cool. Calculating. Azaleakit lives to live, and discovering the likes, dislikes, whims and desires of cats around them bring Azaleakit another step towards living. Their actions and mannerisms shift wildly based on who they're talking to, and a great deal of discomfort can come across their mind when interacting with an unknown cat. Azaleakit knows very little about who they are as a cat, and very rarely will make the first move with someone else. Perhaps after keeping an eye on them and a bit of examining, but even a moment without knowing who a cat is brings them the possibility of turning someone away. The backstory of Azaleakit, much to their own discomfort, remains a slight mystery. At the moment, they follow along with and believes tales of birth or rescue into a clan like this one. With as little as they know about it though, the only option for Azaleakit is to forge their own history, and they plan to create a true sight worth seeing for everyone around.
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Post by uniqcrim on Sept 5, 2021 15:50:02 GMT -5
Poppykit (flicker) Roleplayed by uniqcrim In which direction will fate pull you? Poppyflicker is always looking for the answer to the question. They believe everything happens for a reason and fate has already dictated who will come into your life, but you make the decision on whether it with be fortuitous or ill fated. At least to some extent. They are grateful for those that fate has brought into their life and value every life greatly as a result. Due to their heavy belief in fate, they feel as though they have something to prove to the world and the otherworld. An entire side of life that they as a mere cat cannot fully comprehend. Poppyflicker must be especially careful with injury as they are physically unable to feel pain, even if there is a gaping wound on their body. They aren't sure why this is the case but they were simply born this way. She is a soft medium-furred white she-cat with deep blue eyes and curved ears. Kit
SEAWATCH roleplayed by Cleaver Everything in his life is the product of his own hard work and ingenuity - a lesson he will never forget. Seawatch came from nothing, a rogue, and fought hard to become an apprentice, and a skilled one at that. He has little innate physical ability and had to work twice as hard as the others to keep up. Now he’s a warrior and prone to taking risks to prove his worth. He will go out in a blizzard or dive to the bottom of the river to help another cat, start conflict over prey that barely crossed the border, and if anyone tries to stop him, he will tear them down to nothing. Seawatch lacks empathy for others; he can pity them for their plights but honestly they rarely compare to his own. He can’t relate, even when they’re in a similar place to him, so sometimes he’s overly harsh and cold and doesn’t regret it. Difficult to become close to, not one to rant to, but will return your investment tenfold. Awkward around Fishcrow's kits but they see him as the cool uncle.
01. Ravenclaw is a pure-blooded NightClan kit, pitch black short pelt with stunning bright yellow eyes, born on October, 1st, 2021, to her Mother Ravenheart, and her Father Tigerslash, this she-cat will grow up to become a fine warrior. She will become a very self-assured she-cat who knows what she is cabable of doing and knows what she wants, which is to lead NightClan someday, as Leader.
02. Though for now she must learn to be self-assured, right now she is just learning about the world and the ways of her Clan. Her only figure is her Father, Tigerslash, as her Mother Ravenheart died during kitting. Ravenclaw loves her Father and appreciates the Queens who have helped to raise her.
03. In the future she hopes to repay the Queens, by helping them out with getting them food, kit-sitting, when she has no warrior duities to fullfill, as well as helping to teach the kits some moves, to help them prepare for their apprenticeships.
04. Ravenclaw also hopes that she can prove to her Clan that she is able to lead and make desicions for the Clan. She also hopes for a mate and kits of her own to further her family tree. She hopes that her siblings, Crowfeet, and Deepsoul, also have families someday as well.
CHASINGDREAMS roleplayed by lavellan Today the sun was shining and the flowers had begun to bloom, there was no better day to die. To descend into the dark sleep and awake in a world of stardust and light where the summers breath is warm and refreshing like sunlight's gentle beams. What better glory is there than the sweet release of a soul moving from one world to the next? Death was like a storm, some survived brushes with it while others succumbed to its wrath. But on a long enough timeline everyone eventually would fall to the storm of death. But there were some who were storm chasers and there were none that fiercely followed tragedy and loss like Chasingdreams. StarClan was her wonderland and she was the fallen angel who hadn’t the wings to fly to the haven. Death was never an end, but merely the next chapter of something utterly beautiful. At a young age her siblings had all but left joining the mythical realm of the afterlife while she was stuck in the world of war, blood, and hate. How she longed, how she envied her family for being in such a gorgeous place that she could not follow. She had long ago learned that you could not simply decide to join StarClan, but must die a worthy death. Still her mind itches for the beautiful day where she would die and descend into wonderland. Chasingdreams is a lighter grey and white tabby, with streaks of orange flowing through her pelt and soft green eyes. warrior unknown sexuality, single
FEATHERPAW roleplayed by woof Devised of old stars that saw no comfort in the direction their home was heading, she was ushered away from moonlit lands to find purpose anew. The ethereal veil of night slips around her sleek frame, a mixture of silvers and whites highlighted by the bright ginger tones in between, and dazzling navy eyes regard everything around her with wondrous interest. Known mostly for her airy demeanor and romantic pursuits, few see her slip into the reticent shades of her darkened moods, brooding over things consumed by vestigial tides shivering against the charred coast.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Oct 21, 2021 11:33:48 GMT -5
CANARYNIGHT [written by Faith] roleplayed by simplylight He’s an ocean, uncharted territory. His soul is the kind you can drown in as very few areas are shallow. It takes a strong person to survive the depths he’s been through. He’s the most addictive danger you’ll happily fall for. Canary is a golden yellowish colored tom with a cowlick on his forehead with a red diamond shape. His emerald eyes seem to penetrate right through a person like a claw, razor sharp and unsafe. He has bones that can withstand hurricanes and fire surging in his bloodstream. He seems to do everything possible to make himself unlikable, distant from the clan. He came to them as a kittypet after he was found with a horrifically injured shoulder. He’s very level headed, but things always seem to go wrong for anyone around him and always right for himself. warrior single, unknown sexuality
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DEEPKIT (soul) roleplayed by lavellan ‘Why?’. It’s a question that most mothers get tired of, and one that Deepsoul never stopped asking. What started as a kit’s innocent curiosity about everything evolved into questions about the world. There’s no topic that’s safe from Deepsoul’s wonder. Knowing how things work, learning how others think, it’s all just so interesting to him. In a way, he’s always someone that you can go to for understanding. Deepsoul is great with others, as long as you ignore his constant questions. Others find his open-ended questions bothersome and annoying. After all, how could a cat possibly answer the question of ‘What is the meaning of a good life?’ or ‘Is there inherent order in nature?’. But, if you ever needed a cat to help you understand why you’re feeling the way you are, this is the cat to go to. Of course, as you would expect from a cat like this, these types of questions often keep Deepsoul awake during the day when he should be sleeping. As such, he has a habit of falling asleep at the most inconvenient of times. It isn’t entirely unheard of for him to fall asleep mid-sentence when his insomnia gets bad. Deepsoul is a black cat with white paws and blue eyes, the type of cat that can perfectly fit into the darkness of the night. kit
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Oct 31, 2021 18:51:09 GMT -5
FROSTKIT (back) roleplayed by simplylight The stoic she-cat has white glittery speckles frosted over the patches of black over her back appearing as frost, she is a black and white she-cat. She suffered the most from the cold, as a result she was scorned with frostbite cutting off all her nerves. On the day her adopted father found him StarClan came to him, telling him that his faith would be tested, that he must kill his litter. When Jack refused they offered to give each kit a blessing to help them stay on the righteous path. Fearing for his kits future Jack agreed, but he didn’t know the twisted blessing they would be bestowing on his children. Frostback’s supposed blessing was to be unable to see violence, it was dissociated to her so she wouldn’t be interested in gore or carnage as StarClan feared. On top of being unable to truly understand the weight of violence Frostback has no nerves, her walk is wobbly and in order to become a warrior he struggled more than everyone else, remaining an apprentice for longer. When Frostback learns that her “real family” is in WinterClan she decides to head there so she can become a warrior. Instead she’s locked up and given the name Stumblepaw. Frostback has an unfeeling, cold nature about herself. She’s unable to feel on a physical level and unable to empathize with victims of violence. This inability to feel makes her feel alienated and has the reverse effect of what StarClan intended, now she is more curious of the macabre than most. Frostback is a black and white she-cat with olive green eyes. Kit
Heavy weighs the guilty mind, and Snowblister’s pale blue eyes are especially haunted. It was an accident, just not the type she told everyone about — her sister didn’t trip into the water, unfortunate enough to not know how to swim. She was pushed, a detrimental, playful shove, still an accident, but a secret she will carry to the grave. An act of evil that had permanently stained her world view. Nothing was quite the same after that; her shadow isn’t hers, it is small and dainty, and holds the youthfulness and size of a kit. Occasionally, out of the corner of her eye, she sees shadows as tall as mountains, all pointed ears and teeth and not much else, but when she points either of these things out, she is met with confused, concerned looks. Her white fur is messy, wind-turned and ruffled, and she comes across as usually poetic, excitable, almost gleeful, though her gray-pointed face is strangely drawn, there is a pessimistic tone to her words, and she can be rather cruel, because she has already done the worst and there is nothing quite below that. Snowblister can’t seem to figure out who she’s supposed to be, she is a contradiction of herself, acting one way for a moment and another the next. Eager to do good, to make up for what she’s done, she has also accepted that the possibility is unlikely, that she is evil to her roots, and it's something she can’t ever escape from. Her corrupted view of herself bleeds into the world around her — she believes that nobody is capable of truly being good, that there is always underlying evil, that nobody can be pure of heart. There is not one person she fully trusts, and those she grows close too are often dropped soon after, for fear she will corrupt them more. She believes she must save everyone from themselves, has burdened herself with the responsibility for a problem she made up herself. Her own guilt has misguided her, all her attempts to free others has only been an attempt to free herself from her own ghost.
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frantic knocking on the doors of nightclan LET ME INNN
PRIMROSETUFT roleplayed by ash A slender grey she-cat with a long feathery coat, and a lighter hued patch of fur on her chest. Her eyes are a blinding orange, contrasting against her dull fur. It almost makes her eyes look ghostly and unreal. Primrosetuft was born to a loving mother, her father was unknown. Despite her asking when she was a kit, her mother made it clear that it didn't matter who her father was. She was loved and cared for, and had nothing else to ask for. Primrosetuft was the only surviving kit from her mother's litter, and therefore had no siblings. Tragedy was soon to strike, and her mother passed away. It was then that she was fostered by Aspenstar's mother and became apart of their litter. The feline grew up close to the other kits, and still considers them her siblings even now. Though, she will always remember her mother's kind and loving embrace, even if she can hardly remember her voice now. Primrosetuft grew to be a strong and loyal warrior of NightClan. Often times she is observative, and calculative. Can be misjudged often, due to her quiet nature.
SHADOWPIKE roleplayed by woof For the first time in his life, Shadowpike is grateful to be unremarkable appearance-wise. Even if his story, one that he's sure spanned past simply SummerClan’s borders, would distinguish him from the herd, no one would immediately connect Goldenshadow's abuse of his mate and children to the disarming rogue that turned up in NightClan one evening. There's no shadow of the wronged son in his confident stance or chipper attitude, nor does he mention very much about his past at all, despite his chatty and curious demeanor. Far from the same tom that left SummerClan as an apprentice, accepting his birthright extinguished the childish glow from his twinkling amber eyes, tinging them with a bit of the darkness he spent his first several moons denying was in him. Physically, he's still the spitting image of SummerClan's hardworking Pikepaw, with his copper-brushed fur and sun-bright grin, but he's taller and more filled out, lacking the same anxieties as before, and more willing to lean into the inconsistencies of morality.
