( A bunch of Scouts, or future Scouts. Most are standalone cats, but those sharing last names are related. c; )
Kanida's brother. Three moons old. A kind looking tom, flirty to a fault, though he can be rather rough around the edges. He's the sort of cat that never stops moving, and almost always seems to be chewing on something or other. Despite being on the go so often, he is almost always late to his patrols, and when questioned as to why, the tom tends to answer with more questions instead of anything else. His & Kanida's parents died to to the recent outbreak of greencough.
Auryon's sister. Three moons old. In contrast to her brother, Kanida is a strict rule follower, always punctual and patient, but has a tendency to forget simple things she is told, especially names. As such, she generally gives cats around her nicknames, to hide the fact she can't remember what their actual names are. Though generally comfortable around others, she gets incredibly awkward around tykes, never quite sure how to interact with them. Her & Auryon's parents died to to the recent outbreak of greencough.
Seirian's onl living child the rest of the litter starved due to the lack of milk production by their mother. One moon. Intelligent, and dramatic to a fault. When he was born, the Guiders gave him only days to live, and yet, he managed, despite the troubles he faces. The lack of nutrition when he was born and in the following days left him with an heart condition that keeps him from being able to strain himself. Everyone keeps trying to make him a Guider, but he insists on becoming a Scout. His laugh is contagious, though when angered, he is prone to throwing things, especially at those around him. Lowkey blames his mother for his littermate's deaths.
Anwell's mother. Anwell's father is unknown, and the rest of the kits in Seirian's litter died due to her lack of milk production with the lack of prey in the Regime, which she blames herself for. Her voice is soft on the best of days, and she lives her life in a state of depression, drifting from one day to the next on the whisper of a breeze. Anytime Anwell is ill, she hovers over him, to the point of becoming a hypochondriac and constantly thinking she has the same things wrong with her as he does, from the smallest sniffle, to just about anything else. She's the panicky sort, and despite her status as a Scout, is incredibly quick to give up on anything once it gets difficult, with the sole exception of her son.
Eight moons. Quick tempered on the best of days, Herne is bull headed and forceful. He wanted to be a Mercenary, but ended up being convinced to become a Scout instead, which he enjoys more than he thought he would. When he was first promoted, he went out on patrol, only to be attacked by a fox, and now has a long scar that runs from behind his ear down to his shoulder. Often, he has nightmares about this event, vividly recalling it in his dreams, and tends to avoid the area where he was injured. Though he's stubborn as can be, when he doesn't have a stake in the argument at hand, he's actually rather good at smoothing things over between cats.
Six moons. Caine has a sly way about him, and a dry, deadpan voice to go along with it. He's not exactly handsome by most cat standards, but makes up for it in honesty and wit. He doesn't tell a lie, though this can often backfire or creep others out as this also means he will describe in disturbing detail the horrific things he would do to hurt his enemies without a second thought. He isn't much of a fighter though, and relies more on his ability to exploit the weaknesses of those around him for his own gain, all while technically keeping to truth.
Nine moons. She sort of showed up in the Regime during the snowstorm that all but buried the Regime. No one seems to know where she came from, and she refuses to talk about it either. Despite that, she got to quick work as a Scout, already seeming to be proficient at it. She draws others to her, and even her sharp, bitter tone can't drive them away. She's very touchy feely, always brushing up against someone or other. Though she has a magnetic personality, she absolutely can't seem to tell a good influence from bad, sometimes leading the workaholic Scout into sticky situations where she trusted someone she perhaps shouldn't have. When she encounters a problem, she tends to brute force it when possible, or solve any argument with violence, something she sees as the normal way of things.
Arrogance never sounded so sweet. A smooth talker, but one who has no issues with fighting dirty, and no sense of honor. If it comes to it, he'd steal a fellow Scout's prey to make it seem like he himself caught more. He can spin stories like no other, weaving lies and truth together seamlessly until it's impossible to tell whether he's being honest. Though he's a Scout, one that appears accomplished at first glance, he's and incredibly picky cat, will only eat specific prey that he prepares in a specific way, at a certain time of day, or he'll skip eating altogether if he can't have it his way, perhaps due to his need to feel that he's in control of anything and everything at all.
She's hard to impress, and even harder to keep quiet. Her mouth moves a hundred miles a minute, rambling about one thing then the next and the next, never stopping, her voice a high pitched whine during such moments, a telltale sign of her anxious nature. Scratches seem to appear on her randomly, perhaps another side effect of her general nervousness and perfectionist attitude. Nothing is ever good enough, even something that the Commander would be impressed by, and she is harshest on herself about it all. In direct opposition to her internal criticisms, she absolutely refuses to admit wrongdoing, only to berate herself when she thinks no one can hear.
There's no such thing as a straight answer from him. Even his answers are questions. Everything seems to end in a question mark, and cats have a hard time separating answers from questions that are actually meant to be answered. Coupled with his annoying use of the biggest words he's ever heard, and refusal to explain their meaning as if expecting others to simply be able to read his mind, leads to many infuriating interactions with this tom. He's horrible at paying attention, inconsiderate of others' time, and it's any wonder he hasn't gotten his tongue ripped out by irritating the wrong cat.
