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Becoming the Nemesis of Primal Instinct is an honor worth remembering. As such this page is dedicated to all of the past and future Nemesis that have served the League well during their lifetime. They shall always be remembered here in a place of honor.
*Note: Please add yourself to the page but do so in the correct format.
Metra -- .:MadHatter:.
Ruthless. Determined. Hardcore. A drop dead beautiful tabby she-cat with pure aqua eyes .Quite a shocker for the leader of a Primal Instinct which is supposed to be the cruelest clan in the forest. Oh well who said beauty comes with happiness? This is no dainty shecat to be taken lightly. Founder of the group Primal Instinct, she has an iron will that allows no one to to second guess her decisions. Having trust issues of her own due to a betrayal that lead to the death of her siblings and murder of her parents, Metra does not have high hopes of finding a mate. Her fluffy orange coat hints at the layers of red and ginger beneath, a unique combination that suits her well. Her long tail is always kept clean, making her pelt look elegant. Concealed underneath her paws are some of the most sharpest, curved claws in the forest. They are curved just to be able to rip through my opponents fur easily. Her teeth just the right point so they can tear through flesh, prey and cat's.. It conceals all the hatred and evil in her heart. Her mind is a devious nice mind, that lets her come up with so many great plans, to rule the forest. She am quite the arrogant cat and take pride in her Clan that is well placed and deserved. Well at least some of the Clan. Her closest 'friends', the assassins do all the dirty work, so she don't get a bad reputation. Don't get her wrong though, she does dirty work. Just at the right moments. So even if you want to think that she have friends... well lets get to that part later. She loves to anger the other Clans and leaders. DayClan is her least favorite clan. You'll see later on in her life that she just loves to annoy that clan. Her favorite clan is CrowClan. Hawksar isn't that irritating to her, be one day she will spare them, when she rules the forest. Ok so back to the friend thing, lets get this straight. Metra have no friends. Maybe she has some select few cats that think they are her friends, but in the end they are probably going to die. She only pays attention to trainees in the clan, making sure they get trained the way she wants them to be trained. Metra's mate or mates, will always be spared in her world, never get punished. They will get treated well. Anyone who disagrees with her in her clan shouldn't be there. They have two choices. Get killed or run from her clan, like the little wimps they are.
Mate - Adion - FinalVictory
Kits - Salviatar, Syn, Ryssa, Veni, Nykaryion, Legion, Simi, Jean-Claude, Satara
Warden - Saraphiel - Jadeillusion
Date of Nemesis Ceremony - Unknown
Saraphiel -- Jadeillusion
Dreams into reality. Reality into illusions. This cat can appear in both your dreams and your nightmares. Make you love her and hate her. Tear you to pieces inside, leaving you shivering and standing there, not a single trace of blood on you. Seraphiel is a cunning thinker, and will sacrifice anything to get her way and to keep her League mates alive, and in power. Alliances can be dropped within moments, friends into enemies. When you first meet her, she is as friendly as cats in the League can get, attacking only when necessarily, and willing to talk things out. But her temper can change, not into a burst of hot fury, but more of a cold, calculating fury that is kept suppressed, only seen through her eyes and her actions. A beautiful silver Bengal, her silver-moonlit fur is lined with black lines and patches, with three significant lines down her forehead, the middle one thicker than the rest, looking like the Roman numeral one, with two lines on either side of it. Her golden eyes are rimmed and mixed with silver, and when they darken, the liquid gold hardens into dark gold amber. Has lots of respect for Metra, but also likes to voice her own opinions and give suggestions about certain matters. Likes to be sarcastic when she isn’t happy with other cats.
Mate - Archenon - .:MadHatter:.
Kits - Unknown
Warden - Indy - Satinlights
Date of Nemesis Ceremony - Unknown
Indy -- SatinLights
Don't test what you can not beat. Brilliant wouldn't even sum up a fraction of this Lethal she-cat. Not large nor all that intimidating at first sight. But rather beautiful and angelic. Most would be fooled. Indy is quite the backstabber. Analyzing you at first meeting memorizing your weaknesses and quarks She never misses a detail. Indigo eyes deep and enticing like the Circassian sea you step into Primal Instinct she will have you memorized from inside out. Black the forest Black like the night and Black like her very heart Indy has a Onyx raven pelt that even the moon can't reflect. A tail that fans behind her like her shadow she carries the scent of prim roses and the summer breeze. Hatred and Disdain has never had an image quite like this. But don't be afraid... yet. She is a fair she-cat with an opinion like any other. She values yours and will take time to listen and ponder but in the end she always goes with her own instincts. So stay on her good side and don't get in her way... you might see light at least one last time. Test and challenge?...
Mate - Matrix [ ran away never seen again ] Blunt [ Cadet of RR died in battle ]
Kits - from Blunt - Diana-chan - Satinlights
Warden - Frost - OceanRapid
Date of Nemesis Ceremony - April 22, 2011
Frost -- Oceanrapid
Know the name. Don't forget it. Its a name of a cat that shows no eyy. She has a icey temper and a frosty disposition. She shows no love to anyone. Love is just a contraption devised to ensure to continuance of the race. She despises anyone who offers help to an enemy. Enemies are meant to be killed not nutured. Hate seems to be the only feeling that courses through this she-cats blood. Though shorter than most, this she-cat is fast and agile. Her long, atheletic body allows her to make fantastic leaps and moves in battle. She is lightfooted and lives to show off her endurance and speed. When fighting, she isn't afraid to break the rules a little bit and spill more blood than need be. All of the enemy is her target. She is not blockheaded though. She is intelligent and knows when her fight is over. This she-cat is white with two black rings on her tail. She has ice blue eyes and loves to stare others down with them. She is brilliant in most aspects except for one. Faith. She believes in nobody. Since nobody has ever followed through on their promises. Her filthy mother who sleezed around with any male she could find. She didn't keep her promise to love her forever. Her unknown father, never kept a promise to be there for her. Her brothers and sisters never kept the pact they made to stick by eachothers backs through it all. No. All of them disapeared and left her alone in the world. But, she doesn't mind. To have to worry about another life would only slow her down.
Mate - None
Kits - None
Warden - Kyo - Paranormalseduction
Date of Nemesis Ceremony - May 23, 2011
Katie -- Ashenfate
A beautiful gem is nothing compared to this she-cat. Long flowing calico furs that seem to dance perfectly into place. An attitude like that of a blade, a far from normal she-cat, indeed. Dark brown eyes that are the color of earth in a dark light, but a hazel color when the sun-light flits within them. A beautiful apperence, but is she that beautiful inside? Who are you to judge this unusual she-cat? Her personallity is like none other. Some might call this odd little she-cat bipolar. One moment she could be as happy and bursting with light, and the next she might be threatning the nearest creature. A quizzical cat indeed, as none can seem to read her right, her constant changing emotions seem to puzzle some. Though, there are two cats who know her best. Her two half-sisters. Indy, and Krys. Both of her siblings are very unalike, though this calico she-cat seems to trust both with her life. Her trust seems rather hard to gain, as she likes to keep on her guard at all times, as if paranoid. Paranoid? Her? Never, she can fight better than most cats, she wasn't made Nemesis for nothing! Sure, her hunting skills are not the best, but when she fights she looks like a goddess from oblivion. Her temper can sometimes be quick to snap, and yet sometimes hard to break at all. Depends on what mood you find the lovely beast within. Who is this ever changing she-cat that took over after Frost? Her name is Katie. A simple and easy name to remember, right? Some cats don't even get the chance to say her name.. Some cower in fear before they look within her brown gaze. Some know the fate that Katie will setence, not all that pleasant. One thing about Katie. If she gives you mercy, she always expects something in return... Always.
Mate - Origin [ VenomClan ], Asher [Primal Instinct]
Kits - Katniss, Kelvin, Dune, Kazii, Kovu, Aylia, Rhaego
Warden - Bat - Drizzledrop
Date of Nemesis Ceremony - Unknown
Bat -- Drizzledrop
A long history of heart break and betrayal spans the pages of his life story. Not a life without regret either. It's twisted his heart from the good one it was to now one rightfully belonging to Primal Instinct. He's not easily overlooked either, especially because of his appearance. Bat is a black battled scarred oriental tom with amber yellow eyes and 'bat' like ears. Nothing stops him from being a ruthless fighter worthy of fear, not even his permanently twisted hind leg. He's found ways to manage, both hunting and fighting though it took a long time for him to get to where he is now. Life hasn't been kind to him or his family. His kits were Goldendance, Fernpaw, Blue, Wynterkit, Blackkit, Oskan, Batswing, Strawberrywrath, Robincharm, Rushingkit, Spiderkit. Snakekit, now all deceased. All that remains is his loyalty to the league, sucking away at his heart like a leech; infecting him with a poisonous evil. Now instead of being the fun loving tom he once was, he's a sardonic dark, and creepy tom because of life. Bat's past is a well guarded tale, ask and receive a gaping wound. He'd rather not walk down memory lane again, only the future bares significance to him and so does the league. Whether a family will ever grace him again is unknown . Bat loved and lost once and now he's become what he is today. It's likely that another loss would destroy him, no matter how hardened he is. But he found his soul mate once, a she-cat named Strawberryswing. His true love. Can it be said that love can fill his dark void of a heart again? Not even the smartest cat could solve that puzzle. It's an answer that only the future could know. A future that Bat would never consider. He broods in silence often awaiting a chance to soak his paws in blood, just like the days of his kit-hood before he saw the light. The light that made him sacrifice more than anyone should have to. But he's through grieving, his heart is as hard as diamond now. As cold as ice.
Mate - Payton
Kits - Goldendance, Fernpaw, Blue, Wynterkit, Blackkit, Oskan, Batswing, Strawberrywrath, Robincharm, Rushingkit, Spiderkit. Snakekit, Rori-chan, Beryl-chan, Tamaki-chan, Usui-chan
Warden - Raz - Veroar
Date of Nemesis Ceremony - October 18, 2011
Raz E'Tani -- Veroar
Her name tells it all; holding the meaning- secret, mystery. This she-cat beautifully displays a sun-kissed ginger coat, complimented by her endearing amber eyes. Her white paws provide an effect to her light steps, and she is most often a confident warden. This exotic shecat made her way into Primal Instinct's ranks rather quickly, due to her competency in battle. She is light hearted, but very sarcastic- and at times hard to get along with and understand. She's careful as to what she says, and a true stategist. Her whole life is like a battle ground to her, and she follows through each action with care. She considers those around her, and is mindful of their needs and their way of thinking. She enjoys easy-going times, and she seems to be all smiles. But what got her through her lonerhood and the PI? Her cunning, and charming will, of course. She has a way with toying with a situation, and forcing it to bend for the good of her, or her league. When she really wants something, she often gets it- and takes advantage of the extras. Raz may seem to be kind-hearted, but that is only because you are one of the many who can't see past her luminous and kind mask.
Mate - None
Kits - Desiderata, Liana
Warden - Zero
Date of Nemesis Ceremony - Unknown
Raven E'Tani -- BluestarRocks!
A slender black shadow with pale blue eyes and one silver paw, the only thing that sets her apart from the darkness. Sly, tricky, swift, and extremely good at hunting and killing, Raven's biggest wish is to be the best Nemesis Primal Instinct ever had. Raven's speed is matched by almost nothing, though she still looses against monsters. She trains herself to be faster by chasing rabbits flat out, and has gotten so good that she could catch one by pelting after it from several tree-lengths away. She has two kits by the name of Brave and Moon but no mate. Her life as a kit was no easy walk, though. From birth she was being hunted down and her mother and father took her to the sea to a friend of theirs, a loner, who named her Raven, claiming she’d never make it past six moons in Primal Instinct. That loner raised Raven as her own, treasuring the tiny bundle of life, vowing to take her back someday. Unfortunately, only a moon after the loner took Raven in, the cat hunting Raven down found her and killed the loner. Raven was heartbroken, but still obeyed the last command her surrogate mother gave her, to run and only return when the hunter was gone. Raven had gone non-stop to get away. Away from the horrible memories that her former home left her. All Raven had ever known was the sight, scent, sound, and feel of the sea as well as the loner. Raven had once known security as well, but now knowing she was hunted, Raven only stopped once she was far from her home, a long trek that left Raven starved and alone. The only reason she was left alive was because the Dark Forest, sensing immense, unseen power inside the hunted, orphaned kitten, walked beside her and made sure she found food, water and shelter. When Raven finally stopped she still felt the dull throbbing in her heart, feeling like there was nothing left for her. Unbeknownst to her, there WAS something for her. Back in Primal Instinct. All Raven knew, though, was that she couldn’t get caught. She’d never known the comfort of her true family and League. She had been born outside the camp and given to the loner soon after. She’d lived with the loner for a moon, and at this point it had been a moon in her new home. Raven was only a two moon old kitten and had never known the feeling of security other than as a tiny kit, snuggled against the loner. Raven would be back with her family, enjoying the bright sunshine other than hiding from it, if it wasn’t for her hunter. Raven was forced to move again, right after finding a new home with another loner. The hunter had found her again and killed THIS loner as well. Raven learned that if she stayed in one place for too long she would be found and anyone close to her killed. Raven became a nomad at that point, never staying in one place longer than a few days. At this stage in her life, Raven had reached the still-young age of four moons. Despite being one so young, Raven’s wisdom and knowledge was as broad as the sea she’d known during the early days of her life. Another moon of her tortured life, and Raven felt ready to face her hunter. She was tired of being the hunted one and, even at the age of five moons, she probably was ready for it. When Raven finally found the cat that had put her through all this pain and suffering, it was the dead of night. She would have killed him unspotted if it hadn’t been for her single silver paw. The rogue had spotted that little flash of fur in the shadows, and had pounced. Raven’s small size and thin stature was the only thing that kept her alive. Each time the rogue swiped at her she docked out of the way, the wind from the blow hitting her fur. With each swipe and snap from the rogue Raven thought of everything she’d been through thanks to THIS cat. With each heartbeat Raven attacked harder and faster. With each blow landed on the rogue the crazier she became until she was a black-and-silver blur. A blue-eyed killing machine. When the rogue finally surrendered he was left in a still-growing pool of his own blood. The last thing he said was ‘I’ll be sure to tell your parents from Primal Instinct about how strong you’ve gotten. But don’t think this is over. I’m not the only one after you. I’m not alone in this fight. We’ll make your life as torturous as the Dark Forest.’ Raven had demanded he tell her what he meant, but all he did was smile as thelast of his life left him and he breathed his last breath. Raven’s silver paw was lost in the scarlet of the rogue’s blood. After hearing that she wasn’t a loner, though, Raven ran to the closest group of cats she could find. Frantic to find her true home, Raven didn’t bother hunting or drinking. By the time she reached Primal Instinct she was on the brink of death. She was found by a Trainee on a solo hunt and taken to the camp. At this point in life she was no longer a kitten, but the age of a Trainee. She’d finally reached the age of six moons and lived past her parent’s expectation. She was nursed back to health by the Trainee of Primal Instinct. She was allowed to keep her loner name, Raven, since it worked with the naming system of Primal Instinct. She trained alongside the Trainee that had brought her to her home and it wasn’t long until they got their warrior names. Raven and the tom eventually became mates and never left each other’s sides. That is, until he was killed. She lost him many moons ago. He had gone hunting one day and never returned. She had followed his trail several times, not believing what she was seeing. Every time she went to the end all that remained was blood and rogue-scent. She became a hunter once more, killing each rogue in revenge, and the only reason she stayed in her home was because of the only thing her mate left her, her two kits. She loves both of her kits and would do anything for them, never wanting to loose something close to her again. Raven can often be found in the middle of the night, staring up at the stars and whispering things about her mate. Raven can be very brutal when anyone says anything bad about anyone close to her. Her best attributes are her stealth, talent at killing and her talent at trickery. She could make her way out of almost any problem or make it seem like she's everywhere and nowhere at once with a tilt of her head. She uses both her skill to help her kill ruthlessly like Primal Instinct cats should. Her motto is simple to understand: "In a world where brute strength can make the difference between life and death, every one of my skills count and must be trained to perfection. Unfortunately, I call that world home,” and, as you’ve probably guessed already, this phrase means so much more than words to follow to her. To Raven, this motto is her life story.
Mate - None
Kits - Brave, Moon
Warden - Savannah - Paranormalseduction
Date of Nemesis Ceremony - January 7, 2012
Seraphina E'Tani -- xx.sapphire
A dainty feline is her outer shell. Creamy white fur coats her slender form, with flecks of silver on the top of her head and hear the joints of her legs. The most exotic cold and calculating fiery blue optics belong to her. She is a bit undersized, but don't underestimate her capabilities. Hidden inside those delicate paws are instruments of death, in which she uses quite often. Her movements are clean and light, and she can move quite quickly. She tends to snap at cats often, she enjoys solitude, although she is a popular cat. She's a goddess when it comes to beauty, and a devil when it comes to war. When she's angered, she lets it out in a rather white-hot drawn out fury than a red-hot burst of emotion. She is a master in the art of murder. Seraphina prefers to torture her victims before their eminent death, her most common ways are cutting them apart, or watching their loved ones die. She has her specialized tactics when it comes to targets. Seraphina is a lovely murderer, admired by others. She is stunning on the outside, yes, but the opposite on the inside. She's cold-hearted, merciless, and unremorseful. Once upon a time she was known as Evene, Proxy of Primal Instinct, serving under Metra E'Tani. When Metra passed, she was not chosen for Warden. She somewhat disappeared into the ranks, and when the league disbanded, she disappeared completely off the grid. It was a true eye-opening experience for her, as she finally knew what it felt like to be at the bottom of authority. This helps her while in battle - she knows what the inferiors think. She did not go to Venomclan, as most of the others did. However, she had eyes and ears in the clan, so she was informed and knew of everything that happened to her precious league. It was a true eye-opening experience for the feline, it gained her knowledge and wisdom. She is coming to the peak of her life, the golden years. Seraphina works hard for everything she does, and she earned every thing she has through hard work and climbing to the top. She is condescending to those inferior to herself, but she has skills and claws to back herself up. She picks and chooses her battles wisely, and she asserts herself as a superior whenever the opportunity surfaces itself. She despises being looked down at by anyone, even her Nemesis. She plans to be Nemesis one day, and she has earned the position many times over. She's patient, however, knowing that she'll get what she deserves soon enough. Already well on her way, appointed Warden, she has big plans for herself. Look out for her. She can make your worst nightmares into reality.
Mate - Salviatar - Jadeillusion
Kits - None
Warden - Dysis - xxsunlight
Date of Nemesis Ceremony - Unknown
Dysis E'Tani -- xxsunlight
Once upon a time, a few mistakes ago, Dysis was a friendly, open she~cat. Now, I know it seems nearly impossible with who she is now. Her history caused her change to her polar opposite. She was born as a loner, and lived with her older brother. Dysis was a little bundle of energy, adorable and happy and lovable. But her happy life didn’t last. Her brother was killed by a rogue group, and little Dy, only 5 moons, was taken in by the leader, who recognized her beauty and potential instantly. He raised her, teaching her to be merciless and deadly. Dysis became an excellent fighter, and a cat who showed no mercy. She missed her brother greatly, but as she was taught to show little to no emotion, she never mentioned him. As custom in her group, she was paired up with a tom who became her mate when she was one year old. She had three litters with him, twelve kittens in all, but eleven of them turned out stillborn. Dysis was torn up inside, but she was fiercely protective of her surviving kit, named Hawk. She nurtured him, and showered him with love. Her mate found this disgusting, and took him away from her to train him to be deadly and emotionless. When Dysis took him back and refused to give him up again, Hawk was killed. For the first time since her training, she showed emotion. Dysis bawled her heart out, and was attacked by some of her group-mates. However, her superior fighting skills, agony, and fury came into play and she slaughtered everyone. Then, heart heavy, she buried Hawk and set off through the land. She was the perfect rogue group mate after that night. She showed no emotion, showed no fear or mercy. She slaughtered without question, and was well-known for a few miles around. Shortly before she turned 2 years of age, she found Primal Instinct. She quickly rose through power, and became a Proxy. Later the group was disbanded, but when it returned, she was reappointed to her Proxy position, then Warden, then eventually she became Nemesis of Primal Instinct. Dysis is a beauty, and it’s undeniable. Soft, medium-length fur that ripples out in different hues of orange and bright, sharp, intelligent green eyes. She’s a regular height, and a bit on the skinnier side, slim and sleek, allowing her to slip into small spaces. Her tail is long and fluffs out at the end. Her face is elegantly carved, with small features, a long muzzle. She has an air of confidence around her, because she grew more relaxed once she made acquaintances and even- gasp- friends in PI. Dysis is... complicated, to say the least. She isn’t kind, isn’t heartless. She isn’t fierce, isn’t harmless. She’s a cat who can’t be classified. It can be said she’s merciless, deadly, and skilled in fighting, and she is. It can also be said that she’s heartbroken, longing, and occasionally somewhat kind, and that’s also true. She fights with herself about who she is everyday. Her time with the rogue group made her unsure of who she is, and whether she belongs to a group at all, even if she would never betray or leave Primal Instinct.
Mate - None
Kits - Hawk [dead]
Warden - Meelo - theoretically.
Date of Nemesis Ceremony - Unknown
Meelo E'Tan -- theoretically.
The best way to describe the feline would be as the grey between black and white. Meelo is a complicated male - at the very least - with a complicated past to boot. It was something he hated to be reminded of - until they returned. They say that, once you lose something, you'll never find it again. This only applied to Meelo a bit - whilst not all six - his siblings: Ness, Opal, Pexz, Raylie, and Qayzel and his mother: Belle - could return, two did. Ness and Belle. Although it's most likely to never find the other four again, Meelo knows to be grateful of what he has, regardless of the fact that he's never met his father, Chet, and that only one of the two remain, seeing as how Belle has joined Meelo's father. Time warps people, and it's evident in Meelo. As a member of the Clan of crows, he was rather solemn and serious, all his time devoted to his family. Now, as member of Primal Instinct, Meelo appears to be an absolute flirt - at the same time, though, he's an incredibly deep thinker with a realistic view on the world around him. It's quite obvious to see how he's popular among the opposite gender. Meelo is tall and lanky in stature, and has a roguish and rugged handsomeness to him. His dark, midnight blue eyes always seem to hold a promise of danger and thrill, and his thick hazel fur is almost always ruffled and messy. Before you judge Meelo, take a good look at him. He's more than you could ever imagine.
Mate - Calypso - .:FantasyRose:.
Kits - Chet, Cora, Crow, Wren
Warden - Hazen - Firewolf3
Date of Nemesis Ceremony - February 18, 2013
Hazen E'Tan -- Firewolf3
There are two sides to every coin, but what if you were to stack them atop one another? With every one added it doubles the amount of sides, increases the shared density in the pile. Would it be right to see it as still only two faces or should each hidden side be considered? Invert this to get a good glimpse of how it might be said for Hazen. He might just have one face, but every magician has a dozen masks. Remove one to let the other show. There's no correct way to define him unless the term 'angled' or one of its synonyms comes to the batting cage. He can adapt to the set mood or decree his own; be a complete jerk or utter sweetheart. It all depends on which way the die lands. To be near him when it's cast to snake eyes is to beg for mercy. Which comes in no form simpler than death. A wrecking ball with no string attached to command it. He'll battle on until all the inherent blood is washed away. Only for it to leak from his severed heart and rehash his anger as the cycle renews. Not per say applicable for leadership. It's a wonder how he was ever adopted into the clan and dealt with for so long. A brooding storm bank just waiting to thunder down. But yet a simple soul who oftentimes cares only for his clan's well being. When he's not pillaging off the deeds of others for his own self good. Though it might not seem like it, Hazen has the blood of two past leaders in his blood as well as that of a medicine cat. His grandmother Mayhemstar and half-siblings Bat E'tan and Sarabande. He bears pride for his heritage even though it proves he's not a WinterClan pure of blood. As he sometimes would like to be, but that has long since fled his conscience since he abandoned his leadership of said clan and took refuge in Primal Instinct, quickly earning his way in the ranks of the league. With more connections to his family than he can name. Each has written its own tale to add to the many generations, all recorded in his blood and some in his mind. All soldiers who beat out a mixed hymn. Many bloodying their path in a way akin to the way he does his own, and some even taint his own handiwork. Just to show that Hazen does not laugh with one voice. The more he learns of his kin, the more impressionable he becomes to their deeds and mistakes. And the more masquerades he crafts to billow around himself. He isn't so normal in appearance either, his mother retaining Oriental genes and his father having those of a siamese. Tethers of a creamy off-white give life to his willowy, wedged frame. Muscles link together beneath the pricks of fur and add a rough topography to his build. Soft grays and rustic russets mesh together and accent his facial features and ears, most prominent along the bridge of his nose. Twin sequins of a pumpkin-amber were finagled into his design, set with a faint underwash of lapis lazuli blue that give off the impression that his eyes are indeed his soul. Transparent windows revealing the untempered wrath of his deepest dimensions. And yet could it be just another form of mask? Cleverly disguised in a haze of colour.
Mate - Lacey (Unofficial) - theoretically.
Kits - None
Warden - Desiderata - desiderata.
Date of Nemesis Ceremony - March 15, 2013
Desiderata E'Tani -- desiderata.
Desired things. That is the simple translation for this she-cat's name, and it is a fitting one- for she is a feline with a sea of desire in her soul. Passion fills her every being, from the ends of her whiskers to the tips of her finely curved claws, and it sparks a flame of unfaltering will. When she wants something, she will do whatever means necessary to take it- even if a few lives have to be picked off here and there. Ambition and strife often possess her calculating mind, driving her to achieve any goal that is set in her line of vision. Though she has a pretty snow-pelt, and a lean-graceful figure, she is not a pretty cat at heart. Her every action is often made with only herself in mind, and she rarely performs for others. In ordinary circumstances, Desiderata is an introverted but observant she-cat, often assessing her league-mate's actions and exchanging of words. When caught in a conversation, clever word-play is always a tool she uses to keep some sort of upper-hand in the conversation. Trust is not an easy thing to come by, when expected from Desiderata, and is only given to those she finds worthy to have it. She has a bit of a queer gaze, though it is one that you will always remember- with her two optics painted different colors. One side is a brilliant azure color, almost warm to those who observe it long enough, while the other is a fragile color of mint- seemingly liable to shatter at a mere blink of the eye. Though Desiderata lives for herself and her ambitions, she can never seem to break the tie she has to Primal Instinct, the only place that has ever been a home to her.
Mate - None
Kits - None
Warden - Angel - Sandblaze290
Date of Nemesis Ceremony - March 24, 2013