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PRIMROSEKIT / MISFORTUNE roleplayed by goldcrest Her father was the royal; her mother was the peasant girl who somehow had him wrapped around her finger, and she is the perfect mix of both. Tenacious and stubborn, sarcastic and devout only to the people she loves. She is an individualist first and last, and, despite her father’s position (and, by extension, her own in relation to him), she regards any authority with a distasteful look and a yawn, ignoring them in favour of her own whims — she knows she’ll get away with it; she might live amongst the lower class, she might consider herself part of them, but there will always be that nepotism that means she can get away with things others can’t, and though she doesn’t wield her power over them, she uses it to her advantage. Her free-spirit, her rebelliousness, is insatiable and consistent, a constant irk, and frequently she is caught sneaking around, sticking her nose in places they don’t belong because she can’t stand not knowing things, not fixing things. Her fur is thick and long, an inky black paired with a pristine white that encases her paws, stomach, muzzle, and the space between her eyes, with a distinctly black, heart-shaped nose, and all of it gives her a soft, peaceful look, though she is rough around the edges. Her roundness is nothing but strength, and her stubbornness is like a mountain; she won’t back down to anyone, and to not accept a challenge is to turn her back on a fundamental part of her being. She likes being on top, but she prefers to earn it — having things handed to her has always left a sour taste in her mouth. Her eyes are a dull chartreuse, holding wit and confidence. Her air is that of someone who takes their faults in stride, almost haughty, and despite her constant playfulness, she often comes across as intimidating and pragmatic (they say she has a resting face, but she denies that). Every part of her is a fighter, mentally, physically, and she’s protective of her family, one to follow them to the ends of the earth and back again because they mean everything to her. She holds grudges, she’s hot-headed and sometimes too intense to deal with, and her impulse-control is low. Freedom is the most important thing to her, it’s what she wants for everyone, and it’s often that she goes off on her own adventures just to fulfil that desire for something more. There is something slightly hedonistic about it. Her gentleness is almost unknown, covered up with roughness and loudness and friendly insults, but in her own ways it’s apparent, in her generosity, her kindness, her understanding, and she wears her heart on her sleeve. Her emotions are front and centre, the logic always comes later. Independent, opinionated, and irritable, she likes to be the life of the party yet the one to remain sober, and her energy is difficult to match. She’s a fire, intense and unwavering and explosive. ‘Primrosemisfortune’ was a dig from her father at her mother’s family, but she takes her name with pride and refuses to bend to his will, even if she sometimes wishes she could just let herself love him.
KIT REPORTER SEXUALITY: bisexual poly but that's for later
APOLLOLYRE roleplayed by Dot A tripod golden bengal tabby mix tom with yellow green eyes. Formerly went by the name Loxias. He used to be Finnbar's right hand man when he lived in Primal Instinct. Kept the rest of the boys in his group in line, but paid very little attention to Arwen. He carried out Finnbar's commands and would even rough of the few souls that would He's has a rather quick reaction time. He tends to get himself in sticky situations and comes up with creative solutions to get himself out of them. He absolutely hates the water since he cannot swim and refuses to learn how. He is very afraid of drowning he is also afraid of fish because they freak him out. While he can be a smooth talker some of the time, he gets tongue twisted when talking to a she-cat he actually likes. Is a cinnamon roll but refuses to admit he is a cinnamon roll an tries to keep up the tough guy act. Warrior Reporter Heterosexual
SPROUTKIT / SPRINKLE roleplayed by faeish Classic angst boy with daddy issues and an arrogant attitude. Sproutsprinkle constantly finds himself torn between wanting nothing to do with his father and wanting to be the center of his world. The consequences of his unresolved traumas are a consistent string of unstable relationships and an inability to see the real him underneath it all. His mood swings can make him unbearable to be around at times, but his charm and humor on his up moods make up for his sharp tongue. He has an irrational buried resentment for his sisters for being the only boy of the litter and secretly wishes he had been born a girl as well. Despite this he holds a strong feeling of love for them, though he rarely if ever admits it, and often takes out his feelings on them and his mother.
kit idk what class he should be honestly? sexuality: (for future reference) bi but absolutely refuses to admit it to himself
roleplayed by Phoenix - Phantommask is the night himself. Pitch Black pelt, short and sleek to the touch. Long legged and standing over almost everyone. He stands tall and when he walks he walks quickly, quietly, and regal. His head is always high, and he has an aura of 'Don't mess with me.', about him. So much that most cats stay out his way. The only thing that really stands out is his eyes. In the night they are light two bright orange suns, Like fire in the darkness. The lack of emotions seep from this eyes which stare at you. A firece hatred shine in them, a hidden burning action or thought that has yet to be done.
- Phantommask is a Pychopathic cat who has no feeling of right or wrong. No feelings of regret. A cat who lives off the pain of others. He is someone who loves to murder and gets away with it. He is mysterious and desceptive. Most cats shy away from him, aftraid that if they stepped in his way, they would be next. He loves to capture cats and torture them. Often taking them to a hidden cave he knows about and keeping them there. It's usually longers, rogues and stupid soft kittypets that he takes and hurts. Rarely does he take a clan cat, unless he has permission from Kier to do so.
- Phantommask doesn't know his parents, due to his parents being killed by an executioner, for going against Kier and his ways. He had been too young to remember them and thus, didn't care about it. He was born on April 3rd, 2022. All he cares about is pleasing Kier and killing things.
- Like a phantom, he never really speaks unless he has too. He looks and listens and when asked for an opinion, he will give it. Other wise he is silent. He does his jobs, without complaining and when he isn't doing his job, he off somewhere torturing and killing cats.
- He has no want for a mate or kits, he has no comcept of love, having no one to love him and show him. But he will soon learn that a she-cat in his clan, is as twisted and screwed up as he is, loves him, or rather wants to be his partner in crime. He decides to let her in and they start to murder, kill, and leave a cold trail of evidence behind, all the while living a false life in Nightclan. A True Murder-love saga.
RANK: Kit CLASS (Executioner)
STRAIGHT
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RATKIT / SHADOW (for apprentices or kits)
roleplayed by Phoenix - Like a shadow in the night, Ratshadow is not seen or heard. Ratshadow is a cat who is stealthy. He knows how to walk on his toes and to keep quiet. From the time he was able to walk and should have been able to talk. He was quiet. He never really said a word. He prefers to be observant over being noisy. Ratshadow likes working at night, hidden within the shadows of the trees, bushes and the occasional burrows. He is a secret keeper, and keeps whatever he hears to himself unless it would harm his clan and family.
- Speaking of Clan and family. Ratshadow was born on April 3rd, 2022, to Owlhoot (His Mother) and Ravencall (His Father). His parents are 100% NightClan Warrior's, however when Kier took over leadership they rebelled and where killed for it. Ratshadow was then raised by the Nursemaids of the Clan. He believes in what Kier is striving for. He was indoctrinated in Kier's ways, as a kit and dedicates himself to Kier, by doing all he can to make nightClan powerful, feared and terrifying.
- Ratshadow is willing to kill anyone who opposes his Leader and those who patronize his Clans ways. He keeps his claws sharp and at the ready to fight. He may be skinny, and medium hieght, but what he lacks in stregnth he has with speed, teeth and claws.
- Ratshadow is a dark brown tom with a black face and small amounts of black running throughout his pelt. His fur is short and slick like silk. When in the sun, his pelt shines a dark reddish hue, like very dark blood. His eyes are a very light green, like a pale sea green ocean color. Ratshadow isn't small nor is he big. He is a medium sized feline slim and slender, skinny tall-ish legs, fit for running and slinking through the forest whether on the ground or high in a tree.
Post by Enderwoxxu on Jul 28, 2022 13:53:30 GMT -5
OSPREYKIT / HUNT roleplayed by Enderwoxxu A tabby brown and white Tom of amber eyes, his name make reference to the way that the same bird fish, even if he fish better than hunt, he always being flawless and elegant in every of his hunts, he try to be in every hunting patrol enjoying it even if others can't tell the same, he's always serious and grumpy and most of the times he doesn't laugh in funny moments or jokes that other makes. Rank: Kit Class: Executioner Sexuality||Straight
CATERPILLARPAW / CRUX roleplayed by goldcrest They are tall, long, and willowy, all clumsy limbs and unsure steps, and aside from their frame they aren’t the type to stick out in a crowd — a basic but vibrant brown coat with dark, prominent stripes, a splash of white from their muzzle to their neck, wide, curious amber eyes that sometimes hold static or wistfulness or shame, depending on the day. Being born from the generation just after Kier became leader, all they knew was the violent, opportunistic, merciless atmosphere that stemmed from his reign, and after only a short time did they begin to regard it with cold detachment. They were never the upstart, they never had any interest in anything higher, and though they didn’t like the brutality, it was never anything they could harbour an intense hatred for — it just was, plain and simple. For the most part, there was no hope in a world like that, but they had heard whispers of Starclan — before even those subsided — and clung onto the idea that these great, mystical saviours would one day come down and return Nightclan to how it was before, whatever that may have been. But, surely, Starclan couldn’t forgive so easily, and perhaps they were right to be so silent, but they kept up their faith because it was the one thing they could hold onto even though their knowledge was barebones. Most of what they know they made up in their own head, going only off of a few hushed words and ideas, driving themselves in circles only knowing that somewhere out there were quiet onlookers waiting to step in, because surely it had to be apart of some plan, surely they hadn't truly left. They judge themselves on impossible moral standards while believing true goodness is unattainable, and they regard themselves as someone corrupt and evil, someone compliant. A pushover, strange and gullible and idealistic, they try to look for the best in things but it always ends up falling short, and so they settle for apathy instead, being passive and nearly mindless in it. With others, they are talkative, kind, clueless and clumsy, and there is something almost air-headed about the way they come off, but they are far more perceptive than they let on. Often, they struggle to fit in, preferring instead to delve into distraction after distraction, even if it's little things — anything to keep their mind at bay. Guilty, extremely self-critical, but they don’t seem to extend that to others, because everyone else is just doing what they need to get by, no matter how cruel they are, and only they, themselves, are selfish for doing so as well. They are terrified of not being good enough, but they keep their paranoia to themselves, overcompensating by attempting to be helpful where they can, by trying to be kind even if they don’t grow attached. Instead of growing to fear the very real, very rough environment they grew up in, they learned to overlook it in favour of a much more intangible threat — and perhaps they grew so attached to the notion because it provided the long-term distraction they needed, replacing fear of one thing with another.
APPRENTICE INFERIOR bisexual
truly they were supposed to be a much more lighthearted character but oh well JVNJKSNAKDJ
There as never anything sunny about this tom, no matter what the Clan he reigned from or the family that had adopted him. He had failed in every sense of the word. His Clan was left without a leader, and he failed. Leaving his only love, his sister in all the sense, his best friend; everything about his actions made him a coward. There was nothing that this former medicine cat could go to put himself back into the good graces of SummerClan, his home. That good part of him as gone; his time healing as a rouge has tainted his once good heart. Whilst he wasn't the most emotionally connected to his Clanmates and their personal woes, he was a damn good medicine cat. And he had failed all of them. The scar that he bore from the NightClan leader still stung, ranging from shoulder to shoulder across his throat. While he has never had the body of a warrior, as a medicine cat, he has done all he thought he could to lead his Clan. Vulturemalice is a tall, very lean tom with a white based pelt splashed with a muddy brown, creating odd angles across his pelt. His eyes are a pale green, the color of newly grown thyme as he had once been told. There are many things he had once been told, and a love that he wished would have stayed. Doefreckle had changed his life in so many ways, yet harmed them just the same. Having a great love of his life strengthened him as much as it made him weak, causing Vulturemalice to challenged the NightClan leader out of his love for his sister, friend, and tom he loved, on top of his loyalty to his Clan, But after having being injured, Vulturemalice could not face the humiliation for failing at leading his Clna without a leader and letting another take over. He had crept away during the night, hoping that his injury would allow him to bleed to death. But despite all his flaws, this medicine cat has survived all the odd and made it through years on his own. Even more scrawny and scarred now, he found his way into NightClan with a thirst.
perf, he can be a HMMMMMMM inferior for NOW, then maybe later you can decide to move him up to reporter (if he ends up a schemy treacherous untrustworthy boy with no moral ties to anyone) or executioner <3 executioner vulture would be a slay xx i’ll add him now!!
✧ Like the shadow, or the bird he was named after, Crowstalker is as black as black can get. Crowstalker has bright yellow eyes, that look like two suns or headlights in the nighttime. His fur is short and sleek to the touch. Scars litter his pelt from many fights.The crow bird can be a symbol of both good and bad luck. What Crowstalker's parents, Raven and Charred thought of when they named their only kit, Crow. One could only imagine. Crowstalker was born on October, 31st, 2021, in the rogue lands, near an old abandoned barn. Crowstalker was the only kit born to the couple. Their life was filled with happiness for at least three moons. Then the life of the little family changed forever. A gang of rogues headed by their leader, Brimstone, came to the barn. The rogue Leader was looking for recruits to join his ranks. His parents told him no and Brimstone ordered them to be killed. They took Crow and forced him to watch as his parents were forced to fight. Both died at the claws of Brimstone. After that, he took Crow under his paws.
✧ Crowstalker grew up in the gang, 11 moons to be exact. He had been adopted by Brimstone and taught to kill, torture, and show no mercy. He became the best rogue Gang member, other than Brimstone. But tragedy or fate would once again intervene. A fire swept through the rogue camp. Crowstalker was asleep in his nest when the fire broke out. He raced out of camp and headed to the nearest water source, which happened to be where he ended up meeting a NightClan cat. The two cats after some talking attacked each other. Crow was fast and agile, while his opponent was slow and less agile.
✧ Crow ended up getting the upper hand and was about to do the killing bite, when a patrol of NightClan cats, appeared and stopped him. They took him to prison and he has remained there since. Hoping that someday he would be able to join NightClan's ranks as a member. He knows he has work ahead of him. He knows that in order to survive, you had to be the best and most cunning of all cats you go up against. He eventually does catch the eye of the Clan Leader and ends up joining the ranks of NightClan. From then on, he is careful to obey the rules and laws of the Clan and treads lightly on the Clan Leader, knowing that he could end up a prisoner once more if he did anything out of order.
✧ He was given the name Crow by his Mother and Father, as his pelt is black, like a crow. He was given the suffix, Stalker, by Kier, because of his ability to be stealthy, and deceive others. Crow is grateful to be a member of NightClan, and only hopes that he will survive. If he has to, he will live off crow food, just to live.
RANK (Prisoner for now; but I would love it if he could rise to Royal Guard.) CLASS (Inferior for now but would love for him to rise to Superior or executioner.) SEXUALITY: Straight
