THE STORYThe five kits were born into a loving, but cruel home. Their parents Dottymask and Silverfury were revered members of WinterClan, purebloods. The two had children of their own, but they also had adopted kits that WinterClan labeled demons. Together the couple abused them into adulthood favoring only those of their own blood. However once Dottymask and Silverfury were killed their adopted older brother, Rottenfang stole all the kits he could grab of his parents litter and disappeared into the night, never to be seen again by WinterClan.
Rottenfang becomes a rogue and raises them naming them cruelly just as his step mother Dotty had done to him. However their names Wailing, Whimpering, and Whining come off much more as a brotherly endearment as he treats them equally with love and respect. Given that even he has a bad name the four accept it as a family trait, but they refer to Rottenfang as Fang, rather than Rotten. Rottenfang promises that he will given them a good suffix when they’re older so that they too can have a better nickname when they’re older, but things soon complicate…
THINGS TO KNOW BEFORE ADOPTING1) The three kits, Wailing, Whimpering, and Whining will not be stolen until an upcoming WinterClan plot so in the meantime you’re welcome to rp them in WinterClan while Dottymask and Silverfury are alive!
2) I reserve the right to assign these kits if you fall inactive
3) Wailing, Whimpering, and Whining will be rogues until they’re late into apprenticeship or early warrior age. From there the story is left off with Rottenfang getting his last revenge on his parents through making their kits suffer. However if you’d like to alter the story a bit I’m totally up for this!
Birth Name: Goslingkit || Rogue Name: Wailing/ victim || Nickname: Ling || Female
Roleplayed by: Jadie
Ling was the favorite of the family, or maybe she was just born lucky. Ling was born into an upper class WinterClan family, one revered for their pureblood status, but it wasn’t a perfect family. Her parents also had children who were adopted, children that weren’t treated equally to the blood children. Instead their adopted children were abused and beaten, and resentment grew. Soon enough when the children had grown they turned on their parents. In the battle Ling’s parents lost their lives, but one child wasn’t satisfied, their older adopted brother Rottenfang. Rottenfang stole all of his siblings that he could, vanishing into the night. But unlike how Dottymask raised him, he was kind except for one tradition. Rottenfang changed Ling and her siblings' names to Wailing, Whimpering, and Whining, a term of brotherly endearment really. To Rottenfang she was always the most loyal of the group, one who held on his every word. Her older brother Rottenfang was the leader and she would follow his leadership to the end of days, mesmerized by his stories and strength to continue living during suffering at the paws of her mother. So when her sister Whimp turned traitor, decided to up and leave the family, their family? Whimp didn’t hesitate to follow Rottenfang’s order, trapping her sister in the sludge of the swamp, but for as much as she wanted to abandon her sister she couldn’t. Instead, despite her sisters traitorous behavior she would return to feed her, scolding her all the while. Ling held her pride closer than anything else, holding onto every praise she got like it were oxygen. Ling never strayed far from her brother until she met a kittypet, it wasn’t long until she became pregnant with the kittypets kits, excited she returned to him only to be caught by his housefolk. Ling couldn’t escape the home, trapped and collared, but Rottenfang soon found her. She begged him to help her, that the two-legs would soon declaw her and take away her kits once they were born. Instead of finding mercy Rottenfang bestowed her with her demon name, Wailingvictim, one she quickly lived up to. She wailed for Rottenfang to come back, but he never did, but she hopes for someone to hear her wailing someday. Ling is a fluffy silver tabby with white chest and neck fur with a long white underbelly and legs. Her eyes are a piercing blue shade.
Birth Name: Meteorkit || Rogue Name: Whimpering/ traitor || Nickname: Whimp || Female
Roleplayed by: Oceanix
Whimp was the first traitor of the family, or maybe the first traitor was her brother. Whimp was born into an upper class WinterClan family, one revered for their pureblood status, but it wasn’t a perfect family. Her parents also had children who were adopted, children that weren’t treated equally to the blood children. Instead their adopted children were abused and beaten, and resentment grew. Soon enough when the children had grown they turned on their parents. In the battle Whimp’s parents lost their lives, but one child wasn’t satisfied, their older adopted brother Rottenfang. Rottenfang stole all of his siblings that he could, vanishing into the night. But unlike how Dottymask raised him, he was kind except for one tradition. Rottenfang changed Whimp and her siblings' names to Wailing, Whimpering, and Whining, a term of brotherly endearment really. To Rottenfang she was always the wimp of the group, a scaredy cat about everything, the overly sensitive kind. Still she got along with her family, living as a rogue well until she discovered clans. Whimp became fascinated by the groups of cats so one night when she was invited to spend the night she did, returning home the next day. Rottenfang was wary of this, but allowed it, however Whimp began to stay longer and longer in other clans, her desire to live elsewhere was now apparent. Instead of allowing her to leave Whimp was the first of her siblings to earn her demon name, Whimperingtraitor and she lived up to it fast. Whimp was dragged away by her own family, thrown and tangled into the swamps terrain. Day by day she would cry out for help, but soon she became weak and the swamp entangled around her body. Her cries were not unheard, her sister began to return, feeding her nightly, cursing her foolishness, but all Whimp can do is whimper. The swamps gnarled roots and heavy foliage clamps most of her mouth shut. Given her monstrous experience all she can do is whimper, hoping someone will bring mercy to the whimpering traitor. Whimp is an off white, almost cream colored she-cat with dull colored eyes.
Birth Name: Whisperedkit || Rogue Name: Whining/ whelp || Nickname: Whine || Male
Roleplayed by: Atomheart
Whine was the first traitor of the family, or maybe the first traitor was her brother. Whine was born into an upper class WinterClan family, one revered for their pureblood status, but it wasn’t a perfect family. Her parents also had children who were adopted, children that weren’t treated equally to the blood children. Instead their adopted children were abused and beaten, and resentment grew. Soon enough when the children had grown they turned on their parents. In the battle Whine’s parents lost their lives, but one child wasn’t satisfied, their older adopted brother Rottenfang. Rottenfang stole all of his siblings that he could, vanishing into the night. But unlike how Dottymask raised him, he was kind except for one tradition. Rottenfang changed Whine and her siblings' names to Wailing, Whimpering, and Whining, a term of brotherly endearment really. Whine felt a close brotherly affection towards his older brother Rottenfang for as long as he could remember, the two brothers were inseparable. Whine grew up listening to Rottenfang tell stories of Wolf and Pup, two brothers who looked out for one another no matter the obstacles. He was fascinated by his brother's will and as such grew up close to his sister, Ling. The two were able to share in their personal vendetta against their birth parents for what they did to Rottenfang. So when Rottenfang jumped to accuse Whimp of being a traitor, maybe he had less of a hard time following through with believing it than it would have been if it was Ling. Whine still loved Whimp though, but he trusted his brother more so when Whimp was labeled a traitor he didn’t hesitate to drag her into the murky swamp, tying her down into the water. He cried every night for her for being a traitor, missing the way things were… Hating himself for leaving her to die. But soon enough his sister Ling went missing, Rottenfang didn’t seem concerned and a part of him knew that she too had become a traitor, one that Rottenfang had personally taken care of. Soon he began to whine to Rottenfang, wanting to know where Ling was, if he was next, he dared him to snap at him too… And he did. Rottenfang in a moment of rage turned fast on Whine, tearing open his throat to shut up the whining, but unlike with his sisters there was a deep immediate regret. Whine blacked out into what he was certain was death, but awoke to Rottenfang gently placing him down, his throat bandaged. Whine couldn’t speak any longer, only whine as his brother explained that he just needed to lie there and wait for a patrol who would take him in. A clan that would give him a happier life than what his brother could give. But after everything Whine wanted his brother. From that day forward he got his demon name, Whiningwhelp, a name he immediately lived up to, following his brother around like the stupid loyal puppy he knew he was. Hoping someday that maybe he could do better than whine, to heal his throat and find his voice again. Whine is a pure white cat with blue eyes and a wide mouth like a wolf.
LIVING IN WINTERCLAN KITS
Spottykit/ memories || Female
Roleplayed by: OPEN
Spotty is a cloud of white curls, a glistening beauty. Her dazzling white fur illuminates sleek and slippery, like ice. Spotted with silver and grey spots sprinkled throughout her fur like snow fall, an arctic beauty crafted with WinterClan pureblood perfection. Despite her knockout looks and proud pureblood heritage Spotty doesn’t have things easy. Her parents were both murdered during a WinterClan battle leaving her and her siblings orphaned, at least until a phantom in the night stole three of her siblings leaving only herself and her brother. Her brother was asleep at the time, but Spotty was awake, every adult wanted to know what happened to them, but her memory was spotty. She grew up with adults comforting her, explaining that no one expected her to remember, that she was only a kit. That might have been true, but to Spotty her siblings expected her to remember, they believed in her to find them even if the adults didn’t. Unfortunately for Spotty that isn’t close to where her problems end. Spotty, being as clumsy as she is slipped on ice when she was a kit causing various neurological issues including collapsing into sleep randomly or other times being unable to fall asleep for days. But the worst part of the injury is that her ability to retain memories seems to be fading more everyday. By the time she’s an adult her memory slowly fades over the course of three days until restarting completely. Because of this Spotty keeps everything she knows written down in symbols that she taught herself before her memory had gotten worse. Because of this she often forgets people she met a few days ago, doesn’t remember certain aspects about them or forgets that certain loved ones have died, however she has a near perfect memory of everything before she became a warrior.
Maskedkit/ fury || Male
Roleplayed by: OPEN
Maskedfury isn’t the hothead his dead father was, instead keeping a calm stoic appearance. Opposite to his mother he is a black tom with a white dotted mask and steely silver eyes like his father. However just because he lacks his fathers outer fury doesn’t mean it is not within him, he is a more violent tom than his father ever was. Maskedfury only appreciates purebloods such as himself and is quick to put anyone less than a percent of his blood down. Even worse are those who have no WinterClan blood at all, to them they are hardly above rats. He’s quick to mistreat those who aren’t of WinterClan blood whether their prisoners or not. He demands a pureblood mate to continue his WinterClan lineage and to have as many healthy kits as she can give him. However punishing non WinterClan bloods in his clan isn’t enough, he plays vigilante searching to wound, crush, degrade any nearby MountainClan’s that he can, maybe even bring back a few prisoners. However despite his love for pureblood WinterClan cats he does like feisty outsiders, enjoying a good game of cat and mouse, but it isn’t a stretch for him to confuse the fun for love, scaring even himself. While Maskedfury likes to keep his composure, keeping a princely appearance, once his violent side comes out from behind his mask there’s almost no turning that side of him off.