MATCHASPILL
roleplayed by Stark Raving Mad
Raised on the idea of perfection, he hates being on the bottom and would do nearly anything to reach the top of the latter. To those below him, he’s unnecessarily cruel, mean, and hateful, and to those above he’s a suck-up and a lackey. He’s ambitious, but too unorganized, messy, and air-headed to do much. A hot-head, it isn’t difficult to irritate him. But be warned, as he isn’t afraid to get violent or hold a grudge for as long as possible.
Superior

HOLLOWMOON
roleplayed by eventide
The crimes they committed against SummerClan...the destruction they left in their wake. Was this their punishment? Was this the bed they made to lie in? Hollowmoon was only a young apprentice when they went on their war-torn rampage, leaving only carnage and chaos in their wake. Was she only enough to know better? Perhaps, but she was still a child yet and was easily swayed by the impassioned cried of her clanmates. Trapped between one indoctrination and another, where is there to turn for the Siamese she-cat? Each day is met with a too-strained smile, one crack away from shattering entirely. What can be reformed from the broken pottery of her soul? And, more importantly, who will rebuild her? Hollowmoon is in a life-or-death struggle for her very being, and even the most docile of cats can turn feral when threatened. Her form is fluffy, protecting her from the cold, damp nights in their territory, and her eyes are a pale blue the color of the sky as the sun begins to blush on the horizon.  Her most stunning trait, however, are two vertical stripes beneath her eyes as though the silent tears she's cried her whole life have worn away the color of her pelt the way the water in their cenote camp wears away at the stone shores. Such outward evidence of her emotions is dangerous in her new world, but despite the danger it's one she wears proudly. Though she's an amorphous creature at the moment, this tempering process will only breed a stronger cat in the end.
WARRIOR
INFERIOR

adding for my reference hehe

CENTURYKIT / MIRAGE
roleplayed by Wrenpansy
A larger white and black tom, he's built more like a tank than a cat with a wide, muscular frame. A physically imposing cat just naturally, his long, thick fur makes him look like a large, woolly mamoth of a cat. The fact that he tends to stay quiet and off to the side makes him even more intimidating. 
RANK: KIT
CLASS: surprise me <3

* Also since I'm here can I ask to remove reporter class from Bumblebeepaw and request to just be surprised on that one as well? I had that thing happen where I thought I was making one kind of character and then I role-played them and the character uno reversed their character personality on me, and I realized they would actually make for a really, really bad reporter woops

BUBBLEPAW / DIADEM
roleplayed by childe
A charcoal bengal they do not look anything like a bubble, they are not soft, they are not easy to pop, and they do not float to the ground. Bubblediadem is a manipulative tom that speaks softly only to worm himself into your space and make a home for himself among those you trust. When you gift him your back he will not guard it but instead carve it open. His ambitions are limitless, he would try to claim the sky, the moon, the stars, the very earth itself if he could. He treats others as prizes to be won, a collection of personalities and fun little whimsies. Truthfully he is only ever in it for himself, this extends to his siblings as well, his care for them is conditional like all affection in his life.
Apprentice
CLASS: surprise me please, I trust you!

BALLOONPAW / DAYDREAM
roleplayed by dot
Soft brown Bengal with marbled pattern that look similar to clouds. Maybe his appearance gives him the soft squishy appears of a balloon, but he is anything far from it. He actually loathes his name and wonders why he needed to be compared to something so thin that can easily be popped with the flash of a claw. Balloondaydream is manipulative just like his siblings. He can fake kindness, a happy smile and pretend to be your best friend. Just all to gain the trust of others so they will spill him their secrets. But when they are not looking. He will destroy the foundation of that trust and throw them to the wolves.
Apprentice

Class: surprise me c:

BISHOPPAW / FOLLY
roleplayed by goldcrest
When the gentle glow of distant stars finally kisses the atmosphere to fill the night sky, they are already millions of years old, most already dead. By all means, they are the past, but when Bishopfolly looks towards them, all they can see is the future. Their constellations, positions, brightness, all tell stories that they are startlingly good at deciphering. The prophet, the oracle, yet they believe that even the future can be changed with a strong enough will in the present. A thin, delicate cat, all poise, manners, and quietness; if they aren’t watching, they’re thinking, and if they aren’t thinking, they’re learning. Quietly ambitious, they believe the means to get glory doesn’t particularly matter if the outcome is in their favour, and often can engage in or overlook violence and suffering on the basis of this principle. Stubborn to a fault, they struggle to see in different viewpoints and often believe they're right above all else. Their entire life they had been undermined, seen as a liability rather than an asset — and due to this, often they overestimate themselves, let their ego grow too large, place themselves above those around them. But their strengths have never been physical, their wit is sharper than anything, and that doesn't mean they're incapable. Small, light, their thin white fur stretches over their skin, hardly covering it all, slightly curly and unkempt. Black splotches go from their brows to their ears, which seem too big for their head. The hue continues on their back, draping them like a cloak and ending at the tip of their tail. Yellow eyes, incredibly large and bright, give them an eerie, ghostly appearance. What most first notice is the absence of a single back leg entirely — something they were simply born without — but they hardly make a fuss of it at all. For the most part they keep their words to themselves, but when they do speak usually it has a sarcastic note to it, brutally honest despite their eloquent choice of words. They appear cold, cruel, and silent. But they would be charming if they weren’t so awkward, and they have a gentle heart, though the environment they were raised in — violence, bloodshed, lies — has forced them to hide it.


APPRENTICE
EXECUTIONER
AROMANTIC? 

DUCKKIT / NIGHT
roleplayed by: Darkness

Ducknight's life started out like any other cats. Well most. He had a Mother and a Father. He had one other sibling, Goose, that grew up with him, until the age of 3 Moons. His parents Day and Night, where both born gangsters. They had lived in their Gang; Called Bloodhound; for all of their lives. Though now they traveled as Rogues due to their Gang being over taken by a ruthless leader. They traveled until Day gave birth to the two kits. Ducknight was born on December 1st, 2021. They traveled as soon as Goose and Duck were able to walk, at three Moons old. They traveled for days, until his Mother died, mysteriously at the paws of his Father, who blamed it on the weather.

He told his children that she had Black-cough and died in peace with him, but the signs all pointed somewhere else. Him. He had killed his mate, for reasons, the young tom and she-cat would never understand. Their Father led them to NightClan where he told his son, that is where he belonged. He took his sister aside and killed her, then turned his attention to his son.

He lunged at the terrified kit and tore into him, telling him to fight back. Ducknight tried all he could, but ended up, laying in a pool of his own blood, with his father standing over him, blood dripping from his paws. The sound of a patrol coming, made his father, run and abandon his only son.

Due to the trauma of his past, he was scared emotionlly and physically. He has scars all over his body, a scar across his right eye, and a slight limp in his right hind leg. He would grow up to become a sly, quiet, mysterious, calm feline, who does all he can for his Clan and clan-mates, all the while pretending to actually care. His heart is hardened and his mind dark. He does his duties, but prefers when he is able to, to capture torture and kill anyone he can. He upholds the laws of the Dark Forest, and it's teachings.

He will obey his betters, killing, torturing, or both, if it gives him a ledge up in the ranks. He hopes to be Leader someday to bring the Dark Forest and it's ways back to the Clans, even if it means murdering, torturing other cats, even his own family. He would capture tresspassing cats, and hold them hostage in an underground cave, in the cavern. When he has nothing to do, he visits the place, and tortures whoever happens to be in it. Often or not the cat will die a slow painful death, at his claws and teeth. He has no feelings of remorse when it comes to killing any of his 'Prisoners'. Instead he revels in it and enjoys it thoughly.

He lies to cover up the blood that doesn't come off, only the betters, know what he does in the spare time. He wishes for a mate who would be as cruel and twisted as he is, to share with his 'Pleasures'. Maybe raise kits to be just like him, a ruthless, murdering, pychopath. A cat hell bent on ruling his clan, and maybe if he could reach out, the whole forest. He wants to die in battle, fighting for his cause. But he may end up dying like his prisoners, if he isn't too careful. He will hunt and look for his father everywhere he can, to try and capture him, torture and then kill him, like he did his Mother and sister, when he was a kit. He wants revenge and an apology, though he would still kill his father.

Ducknight is a dark brown, white flexed tabby with amber (Yellow-orange) eyes. His fur is medium-long and his nose and back of his ears are black. He has multiple scars all throughout his pelt. He has a scar across his right eye, and when he walks it's with a small limp.

RANK: Kit

CLASS: Royal Guard

SEXUALITY: Straight & No Mate

CRIMSONPAW / CHILL 
roleplayed by Darkness
He was born in blood. His parents born in a gang that killed and tortured their own members to get them to fight for a tyranny Leader, who sought to control his gang with fear. He took kits from their Mothers at a young age and taught them from kit-hood, either how to fight, kill or provide for the Clan as a Queen.



Being born a male, he was to either be an assassin, an aide to the Mothers, or a guard for the prisoners. But his parents decided to flee to a better home and ran away from the Gang. They had with them, their three Moon old son, Crimson. His parents taught him, along the way, how to be a ruthless killer. A Pychopath who enjoyed everything to do with killing. Love was just a means to further his bloodline. He was born into Royality, his Grandfather, being the current Gangs Leader and the Great-Grandson of the Ex-Queen Leader of the Gang.



They traveled around until he was six moons old. Then his Mother fell ill and died and then his Father. Left alone he traveled until he found NightClan, and is now learning what it means to be a NightClan Member. He is a deep follower of Kier and supports him in everything. Crimsonchill, is very aloof, stoic, and unmoving in all he does. He sets his mind on something, he's gonna do it. Whether it will cost him something or gain him something, he'll do it.



He is a killer, an executioner, a pychopath, who only does things only because it will amuse him or others. Sure killing prey to feed himself and those above him, can be fun, but it more fun to kill, torture, starve other cats who he thinks or the Royals think deserve it, whether he thinks so or not. His opinions, are mostly in accordance to what Kier thinks.



He will do anything for Kier, even if it means being tortured and beaten to prove his loyality, he will do it. He will endoer anything his Leader throws at him. As long as he can kill someone, he's chill as ice on a river.



One small crack, and this tom will explode. So warning to those who want to get near him, tread carefully, if not it may be the end of your life. He was born in Blood and he will die in Blood, whether willingly or by force. But he won't go down without a fight.



His goal in life is to become a king, or at least a Prince. To rule as a member of the Clan's Royal Family. He knows that even though he was born as a Gangster Prince. He was seen as nothing here. he hopes to change it someday. To become considered Clan Royality.



Crimsonchill is a blood-red tom-cat with dark brown eyes. His fur is short and has white flexes on his chest and muzzle. When he walks it's with is head up, tail up, and shoulders back. He gives off an arrogant and "I'm above you." feeling when he is present around those who lower than him. He bows his head to those who rank above him, knowing that maybe someday, he will rule above them all.

RANK  apprentice
CLASS: Executioner
SEXUALITY: Straight and Single & Not Looking

NADIRPAW / TRYST
roleplayed by faeish
An awkward dark brown tomcat with yellow-green eyes. He tends to move with smooth confidence, playing a good game of seduction until the cruel justice of the universe causes him to trip over his own paws. Perhaps after so many embarrassing moments he’s moved past being ashamed – making his lechery all the worse. His absurd clumsiness is constantly thwarting his absurd charm; it certainly is a curse of the gods. Even worse, everyone around him has always had a nickname for him: Nadia. The rise of Kier’s reign has only ever made this harder for him, being called a she-cat's name when he is in fact a tom in NightClan, and under scrutiny by his lord. These superficial things have always created a deep root of insecurity within him, and anger tends to follow. Even though his own shortcomings have created an uncomfortable situation for him in Kier’s NightClan, he is an avid follower and revels in the suffering of others. Better it be them rather than him.
Apprentice
Class: hmmm I'm not sure surprise me? :0