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**Tokyo -- Emberwish
Pretty as a picture and deadly as a cobra.Stunning.Angelic.Bewitching.Innocent eyes like a gem, sparkling and have a rich sapphire color.Groomed creamy beige fur, with jet black flecks and stripes.How can a cat as delicate looking as a doll be so purely wicked? A mellifluous voice like dripping honey that can pull you in and control your mind.How? The flame of revenge can twist your mind like no other and so can pure insanity.She never knew her mother, she was left alone as a kit.Alone in the cruel world.How she survived was pure luck, a loner found her and took care of her.The thing is.. The loner was very much insane.Tokyo was being taught by an insane cat for moons and moons filling her head with lies.The loner said things like "At night zombie badgers attack cats" and other nonsense ideas.Tokyo loved the loner, she treated her like her own mother.Until one day in the harsh, cold winter the loner's mind filled with so much insanity and hunger that she decided that she should eat Tokyo.Tokyo barely escaped with her life, kicked out of thewarm den and yet again transported in the cruel world in which she had no knowledge of.Surviving the winter with pure instinct, she became strong and a little insane for not have talking with any cats for moons.Newleaf soon came and she taught herself how to hunt and live a solitary life with getting more insane.Soon she met up with some other cats, she told then about the insane ideas that loner had told her about.They laughed at her and called her crazy.Getting mad, she killed them with one strike of her powerful claws.She swore on her life that she would find that loner and send her to her deathbed.She soon forgot about getting her revenge, when she met the love of her life, Neon.He fell in love with her too, an then soon forgot about her when he saw an even prettier cat than Tokyo.Furious that he had only fallen in love with her just because of her beauty, she waited until Neon and the other she-cat had kits and she killed every single kit and killed the she-cat.She didn't kill Neon, she wanted to see him in pain and bow down to her, this is what he deserved for betraying her.Then pretending to be sorry for him and begging for forgiveness and promised to never do so again.It was a false promise, she had not gotten her full revenge yet.They fell back into love, except that Tokyo was not really in love with him.She gave him a mouse filled with venomous deathberries and watched him suffer in pain yet again.She cackled creepily as he died, and soon went out to find the loner who had mislead her.Finding the insane loner, she drowned her in a river, watching her die.Feeling satisfied she decided to join the all-powerful Toxicity. There she was able to use her skill, which eventually led her to a powerful position, overseer.Tokyo has an personality like no other.Loyal to Toxicity, yet trusts no cat there a hundred percent.Well except maybe, Kaatje.Clever and cunning as fox and has a higher intelligence then most cats.Sarcastic, and has a low-tolerance for irritating cats.Arrogant, proud, stubborn all thoses traits that could annoy the hairballs out of you.Her mood swings are like a storm, one minute she's as happy as a lark another moments she glares at you like she wants to kill you.No matter what, Tokyo will always remain loyal to Toxcity.Always.That is the one thing you cannot doubt about her.
Lives: 9/9
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**Xeadas -- Finalblow.
The name is Xeadas. Ze-ah-dahs. Get it right. It means frost, because that’s just what I am, frosty. Got a problem with me? Say it to my face. Otherwise, I’d be happy to rip your eye out. Meet Xeadas, a not so friendly she-cat with an impressive attitude. But, before we even get into that, let’s talk about her looks. She’s what toms consider gorgeous. She’s the kind of cat they fawn over. They also consider her untouchable. Toms know not to chance telling her that’s she’s pretty. Toms know not to talk to her at all. Any ways Xeadas, sometimes referred to as Xe by her closest of friends, is a dainty, pure white she-cat. Or, well, maybe not pure white. She’s mostly white, with beautiful grey patches aligning her ears, shoulders and tail. Her fur is short, but falls on her body in one, cohesively thick patch that stretches from the tips of her nose to the pads of her toes. She’s tiny, though, barely the size of a…. what do you call them, trainee? Don’t underestimate her because of her size, though. Underneath her pelt is a mass of taut muscles, thick-stacked and strong. Power wells in her limbs, and she’s not afraid to show she’s willing to fight. Back to her appearance, though. Few get the chance to look in her eyes, as she doesn’t hover in one place too long. Those that came from the once-great CrowClan, though, are haunted by the ice blue gaze that stares back at them when you engage her in a conversation. Full bred Toxicity cats wouldn’t notice anything as the cats of the other, fallen clan would, other than her gaze is particularily piercing and frosty, par her namesake. There is never softness in that gaze.She’s seen too much, felt too much for softness. She won’t ever explain to you what she’s seen or heard, though. It’s a mystery you won’t ever figure out. Xeadas doesn’t trust. She believes she should be a self-contained unit, or no unit at all. She hunts for her own food, no one else’s. She doesn’t expect to be healed if she got injured, if she can’t live with injuries she got herself, then she’ll die. In fact, every once in a while, she’ll give herself a wound or two, just for the clarity of it all. Xeadas is often hateful, and she doesn’t like very many cats. If she doesn’t like you, you’ll know it. There are few ways to ignore the comments she’ll make just loud enough for you to hear, but soft enough so they won’t stay at the front of your attention for very long. There are few ways to make it past her sideways glares. Oh, yes. She’s not one of the cats that tries to hide that she doesn’t like anyone. If you irritate her, she’ll smile at you innocently, before reminding you that the only reason your mother loved you was that you kept your father from leaving her. Cats either admire her for her gut, or hate her right back. They think she cares. Each time another cat reminds her that her words hurt their pathetic hearts, she only smirks, rolls her eyes, and then utters something similar to “Tragic story; now scurry off and tell someone who cares, m’dear.” She isn’t some perfect cat, oh no. She scoffs at the Mary and Gary Sues she finds in the world, those are her first targets.The chipper ones that suck up to everyone? Oh, yes. Those are the ones that she can just picture dying in tragic accidents, like drowning in a local pond or river. For the limited few she can stand, there may be four or five that can be pleasured enough to fit into this category, she’s just as mean. But, if she can stand you, there’s less of a chance she’ll make sure you’ll be caught in a mudslide. She may even be a little more tolerable to you, maybe, if you’re lucky. If she can tolerate you, she tends to be more of a joking cat, one who’s wit extends her. She seems to enjoy amusing herself, at least, and sometimes it works on others too. She’s a very intelligent cat, one gifted in the arts of words, when she isn’t using her words to degrade others. She’s also gifted in persuasion, often getting what she wants. Out of her group of “friends”, she is also the leader, because she has a need for power.
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**Sylas -- nzanegurl
Used by many as a tracker, Sylas can find anything, anywhere. He is a natural-born hunter and is quite handy in combat. He has light orange tabby fur and peircing green eyes, which seem to stare into the soul. Although he may seem a little rough around the edges, he has a soft side for the ones he loves. He is lethal when it comes to a stalking attack, for he can kill in one silent sweep. He respects his elders and others who rank higher than him, and asks for that respect back. He doesn't argue when he is asked to do something and is very loyal to those who are loyal to him. He isn't the type to have "freinds" or play around. He is straightforward and serious. One thing he doesn't do is antagonize, nor feed the fire of an existing conflict. He keeps to himself quite often, but doesn't to the extent that he feels lonely. He does believe in family and love, even though that isn't something he openly admits. He doesn't feel like his life will be changed, but he is ready for anything.
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Cadence -- apple.
Feel the beat of her drum. Savor the moments. Who is she? Cadence. The rhythm of her heart pounds black, beat after beat. One look, you may see a petite cat, but nothing quite special. Ah, but you are wrong, young one. Her young age? she's already gone through more than you have. Ever. Cannibal. Let's start from the beginning, shall we? A litter of four, only one would survive. The mother was ruthless. All she wanted was an army... destroy the Clans with her blood and her blood only. Only one of each litter would prove to be strong enough. The others? Well, they'd have quite the unfortunate, painful fate that most cats are grateful to not have to endure. Her name was Honey. Ha. The irony. She was nothing like honey. Honey was smooth, sweet... but she was brittle & sour. At the age of three moons, she lined up her eighth litter, one which Cadence was born, and started training. "Only one of you four will live to see the Clans burn, the other three will have much pain and agony coming their way." But Cadence... she knew her way around. She quickly found the way to truly survive while the weak... the weak perished. "Your first task is to bring me food. Go on! I'm hungry. The last one of you will be floating down the river. So hurry, mouse-brains." The runt, Kiwi headed towards the forest. What a mistake. Foxes loved kits for snacks. Lola didn't need to punish that worthless trash. Cadence had found prey quite easily, and brought it back to her mother, while the two others tied. A flicker of amusement ran through Lola's eyes. "Ah... Cadence, my dear, very good. I knew I could have faith in YOU. Finish them." Without hesitation, she leaped... three moons old, killing her two siblings. Ah, but she needed a reward. Chewing them open, she ate both of their hearts. "Now, Cadence. Eating your opponent's heart shows your ruthlessness and strength. No one. NO ONE will ever live to see another day... unless they side with you. Agreed?" Cadence's beat was like a beautiful drum pounding every pawstep.At the young age of eight moons, her mother called out to her. "Cadence!" Pawstep by pawstep, she ran to her mother. "It's time for your final task. I must know if you are worthy." Cadence waited. She knew she could do it. "Fight me and don't die." The only way Cadence was taught to fight was to kill. This was her moment. To eat her mother's heart would prove as the ultimate task. Rip. The cries of the experienced cat were heard throughout the forest. "NO! Cadence! No!" One bite, and Lola was gone. Cadence could do this by herself... but she needed backup... cats as ruthless and heartless as her. Her snack was Lola's heart, and she enjoyed every bit. An unfamiliar taste hit the roof of her mouth. Cats... Ha. A wonderful treat. Although later she would find that they were the only ones she had a challenge with. Toxicity. Ah. Here she would prove as the ultimate cat amongst their ranks. She fought her way in, and sfter a while, she found a new talent - her nose. Ah. She could sniff out a badger from miles away. She could distinctly sniff out the exact herbs, cats, prey. Her petite body gives her the extra stealth she needs to stalk... and murder. Maybe it's because of her arrogance that she can't respect another cat for anything. Maybe it's her stern personality that causes cats to respect her. Her calico pelt is an exact copy of her personality. Orange. Like fire, she's sassy, hot, and could destroy anything in sight. White. Pureness? No. But the pureness of her rhythm, the way she swiftly destroys, gives her the white pureness of an angel. Black. Ah. Maybe it's that her heart pounds black with every step. That the darkness falls on her. The darkness. All darkness. Of her heart. Of her soul. Her amber eyes are always gleaming g with determination, wanting to prove her worthiness. One day, she will rise to the top... and she will do anything to get there. Anything.
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**Kaatje -- Ashenfate
Kaatje is a cat like no other. Her eyes like a luminous light waiting to engulf you. A pine tree green, rimmed with black specks following throughout the colors. Following perfectly, a gray pelt matches her eyes, sketched with dark black stripes each hair tipped white throughout her pelt. Kaatje's ears are pointed, and her muzzle almost flat and rounded. Long whiskers rim her muzzle, matching her long furred pelt as well. Her tiny white paws seem to be silent, moving throughout the shadows of the forest, most cats don't seem to know she is even there.. Until it's to late. Piercing green eyes seems to be the last thing they see before an unfaithful death. Kaatje tends to take no mercy, fore where she comes from, it is not needed. Her long razor sharp claws seem like blades when they hit the flesh of an innocent, but she doesn't care. She thrives off of the pain of others, but don't worry, she has a soft spot as well. Not many cats can find that tiny spot, not many at all. In fact, she thinks it makes you weak, and she doesn't like being the weak one of anything. That is why she made Kitsune promise to never tell of the day he had found her, hopeless, and ready to give up. Now when she looks back on that day, she thinks that she owes Kitsune, forever in his debt. This might explain as to why she is so loyal to him. Just as she has loyalty so also has lust. Lust for power, but doesn't every cat? Born a long way away from Toxicity, held where cats thought that she-cats were nothing more than a breeding tool. She was considered the most beautiful in the rogue group, held in waiting for the leader, fore the leader wanted her kits, where she came from, it was thought that the most beautiful cat would give strong warriors for fighting. But Kaatje would not be used. Before the tom even had a chance, before she was old enough to have kits, she secretly taught herself to fight. Fighting for she-cats was forbidden within the group, thought only that the males could do the fighting. So training in secret, she thought that she could fight her way out. In a way.. she did. Caught by a group of cats, she was sent to the leader to be killed. They held her down, thought it would be an easy kill. Let's just say that the leader no longer lives, and the group split. Then she ran, no longer afraid of any cat, or anything. Then attacked by a fox, not even her could take on a fox alone. That's where Kitsune came in, and her destiny had just begun. The tom saved her from an untimely fate, she was brought to what was then, known as VenomClan. Kaatje seemed to fit in quite nicely, and she began to learn how such things would word within VenomClan. Lay low, you live longer. Stay detected, you.. well. Simple. You die. As time went on, leaders came and went, and Kaatje was through it all. Many battles she has seen, giving her her own list of scars and memories. A strong cat she is, to have lasted as long as she has. Soon, Kaatje's feelings began to develop for a cat she had hated for so long. Draco. She fell in love with him. Why? They had been through it all together, and they knew much more than others would. They had that bond, of fighting together for so long, that soon, they were simply there. Neither ever said that they loved each other, it was an unsaid story. One that Kaatje decided to keep to herself. Then, not long after, she was informed she was with kits. This brought her joy, and around the same time, she found out that her leader, Valkyriestar was expecting as well. Thinking it her duty, she informed the clan she was expecting as well, and would gladly assist her leader with the help of raising her kits, if so needed. That was when Kaatje had began to feel close to the leader. Beings that Kaatje doesn't really have any friends, Valkyriestar was the closest thing she had. In this time, of having her kits and such, some think Kaatje had grown soft. In a way, she had. Though, if angered, she would snap just like her old self. Her soft side is only there due to her young little kits. Kaatje has seen many things in her life, and still has so much left to see. Toxicity is her home, and she will follow until the end, and maybe perhaps even then. Kaatje is a loyal cat, loyal to the bone.
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**Ironark -- Masquardetrick
A gray tom with black raccoon markings, meaning his tail is run by black, he has black legs, and a black mask. His eyes are an amazing gold that even shine and glint in the light. He makes others feel frightened just by his presence. He does everything to get attention. He is extremely good with she cats, but he fears breaking their hearts. He once had been a healer for Venomclan back when males were allowed to hold the job. He left though after he became mates with a Primal Instinct cat. After long thought though, hes back and ready to fight.
**Savannah -- Masquardetrick
Her eyes penetrate you, flashing in a purple amber glow. A thought crosses your mind. Am I going to die? The legendary Savannah is standing before me, her massive size shadowing mine. I surely won't make it out alive. And that... is accurate. Usually any cat to face the legend that is Savannah doesn't come out without a major wound or death. Savannah is a savannah cat. Catchy for her name huh? She is dark amber in color, simply stunning with her beauty. Savannah was born in Crowclan with two brothers, Pawstep and Jumper. Pawstep was the pick of the litter, by her mother Rosestar, to become the sucessor. Savannah happened to be the co-successor. This postion was given to them practically at birth. Cobrastrike, her aunt, had held it only for a short time before she was gone, forcing Pawstep to take the position at a young age of a moon old. But, he barely was able to handle it, and so at a moon and a half, Savannah took over the postion. Later, at about her 3rd moon alive, Savannah became Savannahstar. Youngest leader in history perhaps. She was still big in size, appearing to be an apprentice thanks to her genes. And the thing about it was... she was a force to not mess with. She was deadly. Because of her Crowclan was feared. They never lost. They never retreated. Crowclan was on top. As soon as she was able to have kits, she did. Over the course of 2 years she had 15 kits. Only Blitz, Rose, Zap, and Haze are alive. The rest died either in their kit years or fighting for Crowclan. When she stepped down from her position, a new group had been formed. Primal Instinct was their name. Curiousity took over her, and she went to the new group, knowing Crowclan would frown on their leader after her unexpected resignment. Metra, the Primal Instinct founder, and Savannah didn't get along right from the start. In all honesty, they hated each other. Savannah was cocky and arrogant in Metra's eyes. Metra was mouse brained and pointless to Savannah. They found no use in each other. And the one thing that crossed a line for Savannah was the fact that Metra stole away the cat she loved, Mace. Savannah bore his two kits, who died in their first moon. But she would never forgive Metra for not only taking her choice of mate, but breaking her son Blitz's heart in the process. One morning a Crowclan patrol invaded Primal Instinct. Savannah and Blitz were defending them, fighting their group mates. Savannah was kicked out, Blitz was allowed to stay. And during this time, Venomclan had risen. Now Savannah, as much as she wished to return to her birthclan, she really was intrigued by Venomclan. She joined, but again, the leader, Strategostar, didn't like her presence. Who would though? She is to be feared and very smart. She could take a leadership over with a single speak to the group. That charm got her no where with the Venomclan creator. And eventually when Primal Instinct fell into a pit of bad leadership, she went back and claimed the Warden position, aiding Raven in the leadership. She would've taken over, except a fire swept their territory, leaving the already small group destroyed. Savannah knew that Primal Instinct could not rise back up. She made sure that none of the cats tried to do so. But again Venomclan called her back. And this time... will she stay?
**Haze -- Masqueradetrick
A rare white savannah tom cat with icy, critical blue eyes. He is bigger than most cats, his stature proud and confident. But with his cocky smile, some might say he is nothing but a show off. Haze is the youngest of all Savannah's kits. He is not quiet a year old yet like his elder siblings. He is most definately the trouble maker of the group though. He has lived his whole life as a rouge, spying on all the clans and pointing out their weaknesses. They never know that he is there either. Haze is careful to never be seen unless he wants to. And that works. Most cats outside of his family don't know his name, unlike Blitz and Rose. Being Savannah's unexpected kit that ran away, nobody had known his name long enough. He is fine not to be in the spotlight, which is different compared to like his older sister Rose who craves cats acknowledgement. He lives in the shadows, and it suits him. Haze was born to Savannah right before she left Primal Instinct. His father is unknown even to Savannah. Most cats say he was a dark forest cats gift to Savannah. Maybe thats true. But he didn't want to be tied down to Primal Instinct and their leader who wouldn't even glance at him. He left, fending for himself as a young kit. Savannah's trait of being a young tyrant must have passed on to him. But as he grew older, he began to long for company.... and he had found his way to Venomclan.
Sauron -- Naturecat
From the depths of darkness a cat has arisen, a cat who is destined to wreck havoc and disorder upon cats of all kinds. A tyrant, a dictator, a stone-cold killer. No one knows of this cat's past. He entered VenomClan when he was but a young cat, his ebony black fur streaked with blood from an unknown source that matched the ruby gaze of his eerie, devious eyes. Sauron, though power-hungry, bids his time day by day, awaiting the right moment to step up and control everything, something he ever so desires to do. Yet it is evident that Saruon has undivided loyalty to VenomClan. He shows great respect and tolerance towards those who are greater in power and authority, looking up to them in an almost worshipful manner. Deep inside Sauron's hunger for power grows, and he finds pleasure in watching others suffer and die for his benefit. As a traditional evil cat,, Sauron despises outsiders with clan ancestry. Since he was a rogue, Sauron does not think them any different, though he wishes greatly he had been born into VenomClan, and since no cat knows of his past told other cats that he is descended from a VenomClan she-cat, but he never discloses a name. Overall this is not a cat to be reckoned with, and those who are not careful and end up on his enemy list rarely get far. He will do whatever it takes to exact revenge on those who despise and folly him.
**Kelsey -- Maqueradetrick
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Aroo -- Silverclaw101
A black she cat with green eyes awoke in a strange land, with no memories of home. The wind howled along with wolves that roamed hungrily. The she-cat remembered nothing of her past, not even her name. So she named herself, for the howling of the wolves. Aroo. The wolves came, and Aroo fought them off. They were few and starving; they weren't much of a challenge. But still Aroo found herself wounded, almost fatally so. The thick furred she-cat managed to drag herself to Crowclan, where she began a new life. She didn't talk much, though she did show some signs of being more clever than she let on. It came as quite a shock to her when Ruenstar named her as Scion. Apparently she shared a distant relation with the tom, though she never knew it. Soon Aroo rose to Successor, and it was soon after that Ruenstar died of a sickness, quite suddenly. Aroo took on the name of Howlingstar, and began to lead. She found love as well. Salus, the tom who was thought to be the reincarnation of Brio; the cat who Aroo had almost found herself loving, before he took another. Howlingstar and Salus bore mewlers, Nova, Apollo, Chimaera, Drakon, and Calypso. And then along came Burn, Howlingstar's long lost sister. She was Howlingstar's Scion, then Successor. It seems like as happy an ending as it could be, right? Well, it changed. None are quiet positive as to what happened, and Howlingstar never liked to talk about it, but Crowclan vanished. The territory ruined, the cats completely out of food. Nothing could be done. They had to leave. Howlingstar lost her mate, they never found his body. Though she guessed that he developed Brio's suicidal tendencies. The clan was forced to travel to Venomclan, the clan that had tried to take over Crowclan. Sad, cruel fate. But at least she made it alive, with most of her mewlers unharmed. Apollo had vanished along with his father on the journey. Now she's stuck in Venomclan, the clan that she had once been allied with, and then been sworn enemies. Talk about a messed up life.
**Chaos -- Silverclaw101
The Greeks described the universe beginning as chaos. A swirling mass of nothing, a universe of emptiness. Out of chaos, the sky and the earth were born. But chaos is everlasting, always lurking in the darkest corners of the universe. Chaos lives on in many things. It lives on in a cat of Crowclan. A silver tom with electric blue eyes. A tom filled with nothing but emptiness. Most cats weren't born evil, weren't born with a indifference that made one able to kill. Most cats. Chaos was born not caring, he was born indifferent. Before his eyes opened for the first time. He loved his mother, of course, but who wouldn't love the cat that gave him food and shelter? His littermates? Bah. He only would need them for support, for help in fighting. Even though he was pretty sure he could take care of himself. Always good to have insurance. Of course, that didn't last forever. Silence, his mother, turned on her kittens, almost killing them. Reason, the brother of Chaos, was in the Seeker den, training with Mousy. Miracle, the only female of the litter, was with Chaos when it happened, they escaped together and watched as their mother was thrown into the Prison. This lead to resentment towards Reason. Then Miracle, was torn away from Chaos. The blind little mewler had decided to go for a stroll in the rain, and found herself drowning in an enlarged river. Chaos heard the screams, but was to late to save her. Reason vanished, no one quite knew where to, but he always had a few screws loose. Then Crowclan perished, and the elder prowler had to move on with the rest. He traveled to Venomclan, became a gladiator. Chaos lives on in a cat. A cat that is a swirling mass of nothing, a universe of emptiness. A cat that is Chaos.
Deianira -- slender.
Madness and mayhem, destruction and chaos. Evil and demonic,death and misery. No mercy, no sympathy, just murders and maniacle laughter. All are traits of Deianira, the devastating she-cat that is capable of so much destruction. Her pelt is charcoal gray, with barely noticeable black fur starting at her chin and traveling to her chest and underbelly, then stopping, only to start again on her hind legs to the tips of her toes. Black fur takes place of gray on her front paws, remaining there, not traveling elsewhere. One gray dot marks the black on her right hind leg, and a black mark trails down her nose. Her eyes are two mixed hues, sort of a gray and green. Odd and peculiar, the she-cat is dangerous to be around. Evil from her wicked eyes to her black heart, she is bound to be murderous. Her ivory claws have torn through many cats, leaving unforgettable scars. Absolutely disastrous through and through, there is no way you can ever get close to her without being hurt, mentally and physically. But, being evil does have its advantages. No one really messes with you, leaving your thoughts and plans untouched by annoyance. There's no way to win with this she-cat, since no matter where you are she can still be hurting you. Her goal is to destroy hopes and dreams, and therefore, fulfilling her own. Some think her heart is pure evil; black to the core. Others think she doesn't have one, just an empty space that cannot be fulfilled, unless the perfect cat comes along. Perhaps some cat could fill the space one day, or maybe lighten up her heart a bit. That is, if they can take the pain. Master of destruction and mayhem, you can never escape from Deianira, an inevitable problem that will always crush you
Roza -- *Twinkle.Twinkle*
As a kit, she was taken from her birth mother to be put in training to join the ranks of a vicious group of rogues that wanted to take down the clans. Her new mother was a cruel cat. Her only purpose along with a few other females of the group was to suckle kits that were coming in. She was an English speaking cat who knew Russian, so Roza and other kits were taught both tongues, and she developed a thick accent, one that makes it hard for others to understand her sometimes. This group of rogues, they only wanted the best. Right before you moved to level two{there were four}, you had to face against another level one cat. It was random, and she was placed against a big kit. One who was already being trained, but she managed to beat him. She was already scarred. A long nasty one down the side of her black-grey fur. But strength still showed in her piercing blue eyes. She got all the way to level four, and decided she didn't want this. She knew she didn't want the clan life. No, too soft to accept her way of life. She heard of a few other groups. Renegade Regime, Primal Instinct, and another called Toxicity. She won her way in. Turns out they like a good fight, too. Not to say the least, she showed up that opponent. She knows of very few who experienced similar things to her past life, so she doesn't like conversation. Her hard life has given her a hard shell to protect how she really feels inside. Don't try to break it, or you might find a few things broken on you.
Huntur -- Silverclaw101
That’s how she spells it. H-U-N-T-U-R. Two "U"s, no "E". Don’t correct her. In fact, don’t speak to her. Unless you’re feeling suicidal. Because all she needs is an excuse. One tiny little excuse to slit your throat, to slice open your belly. And that’s if you’re lucky. That’s if you’re on her side. Because usually she doesn’t give you the courtesy of waiting for you mess up. She lashes out as soon as there is a target. Preemptive strike is her motto. If you want to take your chances, however, she could be a useful ally. Although Huntur is a bit of a spitfire, she can usually keep a level head. After all, how would killing be enjoyable if you weren’t yourself to observe it? So if you have her as an ally, you’re quite a lucky cat. A lucky, lucky cat. Most keep their distance, they don’t take the chance. Because Huntur doesn’t believe in second chances. Heck, she doesn’t believe in first chances. Just look at her wrong and she’ll be at your throat faster than you can blink. Her pelt is a perfect combination of black, grey, and brown. Perfect for lurking in the undergrowth undetected. Her eyes are something out of a nightmare. A dangerous green, they sparkle with a murderous haze. Not something you would like to greet you when you awake. And if those are the circumstances, then those eyes will probably be the last things you see.
Amon -- Syncopation♪
Pain is the body's way of saying to stop.That's why Amon doesn't ever stop. Pain doesn't faze this cat. He has death for breakfast. It was at a young age that Amon learned how to block out pain and keep going. As a rookie he found this to be more than helpful when getting beat around by his guide. That's why Amon is so strong. Sleek, toned muscles lie beneath his onyx pelt, hidden from the naked eye. That's why when this tom tears your throat out, confusion is the last thing you feel. How can one so inconspicuous be so deadly? Amber eyes narrow in a glare as you lay dying at his paws, disgust written across his face, disappointed that you died so easily. Nothing fazes this cat. He knows what he is and what he does and /likes/ it. When he wandered into Toxicity, his entrance fight was quick and bloody, leaving the cat he fought in the Curandera's den for half-a-moon, and that was only because he was half-starved and sick. Now that he's part of Toxicity, he's lean, sleek, and much more deadly than when he joined. Cynical and callous, few talk to Amon simply because of the fact that his tongue is just as sharp as his claws. Death walks in Amon's shadow, following behind him everywhere he goes. Will you be brave enough to face this demon?
Caribbean -- ArizonaTea
Agitating. This tom is simply agitating to most cats who know him. He has a way with words that seem to just rub the fur's of other's in the wrong way, and yet it always gets him what he strives for. See, this tom has always had a bigger picture in his mind. A picture that just happens to always revolve around him. You might think you've won, and finally defeated the clever Caribbean, but he always seems to have a way out- and a way back into the game. His stunning blue eyes have an unbelievable likeness in color with the Caribbean Sea. The amount of depth in them is simply intoxicating, and difficult to not venture into. But his eyes are about the only handsome thing about him, unless you were into the scruffy, dark haired kind. Though he lacks a clean and endearing physical image, his smile and charm is more than enough to ensnare a cat. But he has shown little commitment, if any, to another. Caribbean is a trickster who uses wit and deceit to attain his goals, preferring to end his disputes verbally instead of by force. He is shrewd, and calculating of other's- and usually has a good sense of what another is like. His rate of intelligence is quite outstanding, though it wouldn't seem to be so with his laid back personality. He uses his intelligence in combat to turn the tables on his foes, and give him an advantage in whatever environment they may be in. Intelligence is not all he relies on, however, as his skills when fighting are quite noteworthy. He is definitely one to hold his own. Though Caribbean seems to have quite the characteristics, he has his flaws. At times his heart is cowardly, and he swerves from a fight. He uses his brains and common sense in many situations, and isn't completely driven by his pride, like many cats are. He rides on stranger tides, you could say, with his actions and words- but nevertheless, he is an interesting ally to have.
Virtue -- Emberwish
How in the name of everything, did this cat get here? Because of her brother.She's strong, and talented at fighting but---- she's afraid of everything dangerous, including the concept of love, or friendship.Born a coward.Always a coward.She doesn't want to admit that she is a coward. She will always deny it everytime and just say that she is just jumpy".When Virtue was still a rogue unafraid of the world she met a tom named Pierrot. She f"ell in love at first sight, of course other she-cats were competing for his love.For her it was like she was a joker and he was the prince not the princess he would fall in love with she was just simply pushed aside as a friend. Not even a good friend. Just simply a friend.Angered that he had chosen the "princess" or shall I say the one he was basically in love with.One summer day, she was so furious that she approached both of them and killed them with one swipe of her paw.No regret was in her eyes when she killed them, later that night she dreamed of their last words and their terrified screams as her sharp claws met their soft flesh.Guilt fell through her head she cried terribly the next day because she missed him so much she had forgotton what life was like without him.Soon her brother found her in the forest one day and he decided for the better health of both of them that they should join Toxicity.And that my dear friends is the never ending story of Virtue.
Ace -- Emberwish
You know those songs which are sung in a happy tone but if you listen to the lyrics you realize how depressing the matters in which they are singing of? That is what is called insanity. Never a dull moment around Ace, happy as lark I should say. Well, I guess at little bit too happy.He's a hyper as a suckling, no no no that's not truly enough hyper to describe him. Well I guess you could call that irritating, but ah, if you insult him he will snap back into "normal" mode and agrue with him until you give in or never give in.But in all honesty Ace's true personality is nothing of that sort. Oh sure it's creepy, but let's causally say his "true" personality is rather maddening? Sad? irritating? Or just down-right twisted? All of the above. No one's quite sure about how he got so .......odd. Born into enslavement as soon as he could walk, some two-legs put him into what they called a "cat-mill" It was where cats mated against their will and if they were incapable to breed they were killed brutally.Ace barely escaped with his life and he became insane basically as soon as he ran out of there. He had been stuffed in a cage with different she-cats like every single week, no room to move, and disgusting kittypet slop.Could it be any worse? Yes it can be, He only got water everytime he "mated" with a she-cat.Dance, dance dance, until you are no more then you will understand the feelings of Ace.
**Alala -- Ashenfate
A dark little thing. Her pelt is a pitch black, like the midnight skies. Her eyes are a light green, almost like a clear-ish green. Her appearance is nothing special at all. She is the daughter of the ex-strategos. Her attitude is like most cats in VenomClan. Short, and quick to snap. Typical, really. It doesn't seem as if VenomClan shall ever have a large variety.
Calypso -- ArizonaTea
Oh, have you ever met a she-cat so charming? So playful? So cunning? Her hypnotic honey golden eyes can only give the most endearing gaze, sending you into a trance, if she so wished. Her swarthy colored pelt gives her a certain sharp elegance, and her vexing smile can only mean trouble. Flecks of black are speckled on her cheeks, just beneath the eyes, and give off an interesting and exotic image. Calypso's past is well concealed, and it is only known that she came to Toxicity as a lone nomad. She is something of a mystery to other's, as she most often makes business center around anyone but her. The accent that plays on the tip of her tongue is one that is not identifiable to other's. Calypso has a love for the water, may it be the rain or the rivers, and has no trouble swimming. Her whole purpose and personality is perplexing, to say the least, and no cat truly knows her intentions- if she has any at all. Deceiving, but undeniably beautiful, Calypso is one she-cat that shouldn't be messed with.
**Adira -- fragmented.forlorn
Have you ever had the horrible feeling that you were being watched by some monster in the darkness, cloaked in a veil that hid her from every known thing to find her? Then, you have had an encounter with a demon like no other; Adira. Sure there are three of these mysterious creatures around. But Adira has been the only one to never get caught for these dark deeds and look like an innocent, breaking little lie. Shattered through by the darkness around her, surely she looks like a storm up-rise to anyone. But there's a line drawn to how suspicious Adira can make herself because she has to blame it on somebody else. The cat before you isn't one that should be toyed with. She walks in a masquerade holding her final mask. There are plenty of rumors about the great killer, and many think that she's a haunting spirit as well. That's just a trick of hers. It's an old kitten-tale to her, one that she believes in because she knows how she got it. All the lurking around gave her a title. She heard things that a cat shouldn't have to hear, especially all the tales that those foolish clan cats spit out of there bee-brained heads. She finds every tale that ever comes out of their mouths a lie. They are mutts in her eyes, and she wants to defeat them. And her pelt is the perfect tool. When you are a killer, and a wise one at that, you have no choice but to simply kill and map every last bit of it all out. You use everything and anything, cats, mice, and even your own pelt, as tools. Everything is a tool, a weapon, a gadget. It's no longer an object, or a cat at that. Instead, it is a tool. You must learn how to use that tool correctly. If you live in the outsider cold, cold world like this she-cat, you get no real schooling on how to use that tool. All those tragic moons of kit-hood were almost all wasted on learning the ways of killing. Not from her parents, not from her brothers, but from herself. Her learning to use her tools to take revenge on everyone that has rued her. One of her most popular tools is one of the least-known. But if you've crossed her path, you'd know how she used it. However, you wouldn't be here to tell the tale anymore. . . . However, many spread rumors about her pelt. Many say that it is one of her greatest cloaking devices, not just normal fur tokeep your fur the same during all the seasons. Every season makes your fur change somehow, become colder or warmer, longer or shorter. But that's not what makes her pelt unique in her eyes. It might be a nice blanket in her eyes, but it's not what she needs. Her pelt is a tool for a cloak. Back when she was a kit, she never thought that one day her pelt would disguise her. But now she laughs in mockery. How could one think that a pelt was nearly something that singles you out and makes you look 'unique?' It doesn't even do a good job of that in her eyes, as all three of them had the 'unique' pelts of shadow. But Adira's might be a little more unique, only because of the longer fur, and the few splotches. The she-cat's pelt is a shadow that can sparkle only among the most reflectance moonlight. That means that it must be a beautifully clear night, and the light must be beaming from a reflection in the waters nearby. It must beam off and bounce onto the phantom-y cat, and then it will give just a slight, very slight, sparkle. Adira's fur pelt is a long-haired one. Her hair is longer than both of her brother's, but it only beats Aeron's by a mouse-paw. That's just a tiny leap ahead of time, that she can use as a window of opportunity. Her thick fur keeps her warm any time. But she'll always miss the feeling of her brother's fur against hers pressed for extra warmth. But shaking that off with her pelt makes it look magnificent. The she-cat doesn't have to groom her pelt often at all. If she even just shakes it, it falls back into a perfect beauty. This beauty is another tool of her innocently murderous plots, everyone thinks she's so pretty and almost falls into slavery of her. She has a bit of a mind-control type thing with her beauty. She's quite seductive now. For moons, she's been trying to use this beauty to find Aeron.That's all she really wants. But she gave up on that search, assuming he'd never come back, or he wouldn't remember her. So instead she uses them to help her murderous plots by having them catch the next victim. Then, the she-cat murders them and swipes evidence pointing to them. That's how her pelt is best used as a tool. It's definitely well used too, in her opinion. She has to use her pelt in the best ways possible, it is her only way to let the shadows truly engulf her. The shadows eat her alive, masking her pelt in a thick layer of darkness. As long as she stays near the shadows, nothing goes wrong in her plans. Once her claws sink in, all the cat knows is toshriek, and that they were killed by a shadow. Somehow, she can make the evidence point to one of her slaves. Or Aliah, that's her second-choice. She never liked Aliah, sincerely for the reason she felt that Aliah was Aeron's best friend; and she loved Aeron, more than a queen loved her kits. Aeron was her best friend, her brother, and her protector. She was to frail and weak to fight for herself, being the smallest of their litter. Adira was often even a runt. But now her pelt has grown her to look much more masculine and strong. She can feel wind through her pelt. It pulses like no other thing that swarms through her as she smirks like a devil and dashes off again. Nothing can make her pelt look better than when it's shadows spread out as she runs. What makes it more unique, is the flicker of stars in the night sky of her pelt. Her pelt is like the night, there are dashes of white. Her paws are white at the tips of her pterodactyl toes, and her chest, as well as the tip of her tail and ears. Her pelt is now a weapon, a seductive and blending weapon.Oh her eyes, her eyes. Quite something unique. They might sparkle everywhere.Her eyes, however, tell a different, peculiar myth. One myth that you might not here on your typical journey. It's a seductive trip through the Dark Forest, where you might never be able to snap out of the dazed state she's put you in through a hard, long, never-ending trance. It's all in her locked-cold gaze that can only be shattered through the most hardest of winter times. If you've known Adira for more than a few moons, you've known when she was a good cat. If you look into her eyes, you can see the coldness, the evil heartlessness. It's something you can't find when you just glance at her pelt. It's another weapon that she can use to flow through you into fear again. That's her best plan. But if you've known her long enough, you might be able to recall when she was a good cat. Then you can look deeper into her eyes, shattering the top layer of her disguise. If you can look deep enough, you'll see a speck of innocence. Just one time where she can be innocent. But if you look for too long, she might be able to cover it up. Only few felines can actually find the innocent glimmer in her eyes. She's never shed a tear since Aeron has left. Her eyes became a weapon like the rest of her body. All she wanted was Aeron to come back, but once she realized he wasn't coming around, she gave up and let her eyes fade. But she still has a slice of hope that he'llcome home. Her family gave up all hopes. But, Adira, she stayed strong. She stayed faithful. She promised him on the full moon in the reflection, that she wouldn't give up. Her eyes show that. But now they just cover it up. She hasn't made it easy to find the hopes, the innocence, or really anything about her.She's quite smart if she can hide all her feelings, covered up with a strong emotion of hatred. She can still see in her reflection that she hasn't lost all hope. She wasn't sure about anything as a kitten, but now she knows that it won't be the same ever again. She's held on strong, she hasn't given up all hope. But she's managed to cover up in evil hatred. She sighs and holds her monstrous self back at times, but she's given that up. Her eyes have slayed innocence now. And her claws are her main tool in the weapon shed of her body. They are used most often, aside from brute force in battles. Adira doesn't like letting things go down without a good fight, so she's lost everything to still stand with slight innocence. Her claws are now her biggest defense against everything, and her fastest way to get through the obstacles that life throws at her. Her claws are very long and sharp. But what makes her very special, is that she's pterodactyl.What that means is she has //6// toes on each and every paw. She doesn't have the average 5, she has six. It's quite rare but it was genetic, and it was given to her and her siblings. That's something that she uses to her advantage. One more toe is one more claw, is it not? That gives her yet another weapon that she can use against her foes that she can use in battle, and as fear to strike through everyone around her. What else could she ask for? Adira has a total of four extra toes, but she looks at it as four extra //claws//. That mean she's a harder opponent than she already was. Her heart hasn't minded having extra claws. So Adira's overall look isn't average. She's not prettier, but a bit uglier, and she looks at everything differently, in a very odd and unneeded way. She shouldn't look at her life like a game, but she does. She uses everyone else as pawns to get her through with her master plan: finding Aeron, and getting out of his grasp, proving she's herself. . . . Alive.There's always a time for Adira to sharpen up her weapons. Literally. On occasion, Adira will actually //sharpen// her claws. She uses rocks, and on rare occasions, trees to give her claw and extra sharp and threatening look. So what does her sharpening do? Well it makes her claws draw more blood on every strike, which brings the enemy closer to death in every move that she makes. Can that not be a good thing? For the other cat it's quite bad that Adira trains herself to be as elite and unbeatable as she possibly can, but it benefits Adira greatly. It's clear that her body is a weapon tool-shed, and everything is a weapon.
But what does she do with whiskers, a body part that can't lash out, claw, or even sting a bit. She can't draw blood, knock them over, or even plan with them.Whiskers seem useless, but she twitches them so she can catch sound-waves of when others are coming. This helps her greatly with the element of surprise as she can detect where figures are. It's obvious Adira doesn't act or look normal, so why bother about her trying to be like every other feline? That's the question to the pterodactyl cat.Adira's nickname, //is// slayer of innocence. What that means, is she's quite smart. How can a killer be smart? They must first be seductive like Adira always has been, able to put another cat in a trance for herself to rise stronger.She can easily make herself give the fullest advantage against every other cat around her, although she's no better than any other. however, she's quite agile which is always helpful for other cats that don't know what they're doing or how to act. It's obvious that she's one of the most easily seductive cats in the forest, she uses her eyes more than anything. Most cats say you have to have good looks to seduce others, but Adira's not one known for being beautiful. She is smart though, and can easily make someone believe in her through her eyes which is her best chance at making anyone take the fall for anything that she does. It's nothing really that she does besides make a cat fall for her and easily muse them into doing what she wants. However, there's only one thing that the pharaoh of darkness really wants, and that is to find her brother. But she doesn't want to seduce cats into finding him for her. That's the only thing she wants to do alone, and she's vowed to do it without the help of her idiotic slaves. Sure, they might be her slaves that only she can control, but it's obvious to her that they are fools, as they usually don't come back with positive results, but rather "Sorry, master." Before they fade into her kingdom of shadows and try again. The scenario is usually simple. Adira sends them on a task to hunt down someone that caused her trouble and she vowed they'd rue it. Then, they must bring the cat back. . . Dead //or// alive. It's not a hard mission, but it's surely one that she doesn't expect them to conquer any time soon.She waits patiently, hidden in one particular shadowy cave that only few know of. Adira, is honestly like a leader, only she has to defeat and enslave those around her. It's quite a challenge, but they don't last long. When the mission is complete, she lets them run free and do whatever they really want to. But usually, they come empty-pawed. She then has no choice but to be a dark queen. She attacks them, and usually says. "You fools. Be gone with you!" And they are either killed, or banished from the grounds she walks on. It may not be her territory, but she fights everyone that walks into it, thus claiming it as "hers." It's easy for her to see that her territory won't be tolerable to intruders and that she will rip anyone to shreds; she is //evil// after all. Adira has many code names. But she's most commonly known as the Slayer of Innocence, even the "The" must be capitalized in her eyes or there will be troubles because it's her title. However, she's called The Shadow Pharaoh, or Master. And to certain cats she's called Adira. Adira has started her own army, which only fits her personality of hatred, and darkness. It's a twisted world, her heart, so only those invited should enter. She doesn't let just anyone even work around with her. She won't let anyone get off of her slavery unless they've completed more than one mission. That's very rare, but then, her army is gone. The sad thing is, no one can stop Adira. Of course it's possible, but no one has the strength and the guts to. Plus, her lands and slaves are kept private in the darkness that she lurks in. Surely she's built a rather small den that they sleep in through the nights. Adira is more of your possessive queen that you can't escape, one that would catch //you// in your //nightmares.// The cats that she's caught in the trance are in a nightmare. But that is a nightmare that they will never wake up from and can'trun away from. It's obvious her personality is evil, but not your average cat. She doesn't kill without reason like most do. But, her reasons aren't very logical. Her reasons, are very foolish. Her heart has been covered with a darkness. When making the commands, Adira is always on the highest ledge of a cliff that she can find. She's a cat that likes to sit high on rocks and gaze up through the sky like an oddball, which is very common for her to do. She can't help but have hope that he'll return, spacing out from her evil duties. But someone reminds her of it, and she re-transforms into the monster that's commanding here in her kingdom.It's more than obvious that Adira isn't your typical killer. If Aeron ever came back, her monstrous layers might shatter beneath everyone's eyes and she may become a suitable cat that one might actually be not afraid to talk to. But until she sees her brother alive and well she will continue her rein through the forest of darkness, as she likes to call her kingdom that she fights for. It's not hers, and everyone has a right for it, but she thinks it is hers and she will fight for it. She will fight to the //death// for her lands that are anyone's. Adira has built up a hatred for the clan's too, not because of the laws, since she has some to, or the territory fighting since she knows how that is. She doesn't like them for the sole reason that they've been so harsh to her. Not to mention Bramblepelt's mate was from Cloudclan, her least favorite clan. She never liked Slashingsun, and never will. She was a replacement of Adira's true mother, Amara, and she hates the fact that Slashingsun is her new mother, and is expected to be treated the same as Amara. That will never happen in her eyes. Adira is clearly a unique cat, but she's not one that you'd want to meet; or you may not be around to tell the tale. In reality, you can't describe her unless you've met her face to face, or claw to face in that case. Though Adira refuses to admit it, she has one fear that no cat really knows. That fear is snow, because she's had bloody battles in snow. And it snowed the night that her brother went missing. During the leaf-bare, Adira is always uneasy and hard to be around. No one really wants to be near her for the sole reason that she's very ticked off and doesn't want to hear about anything that anyone wants to say and never will. After never seeing Aeron's body, she knew that he might be out there; and left with a spark of hope, not moving with her family, even after the words of "We move as a family." Came out of Bramblepelt's jaws. She could swim. But she didn't tell anyone for the sole reason that she doesn't want anyone to look at her like a fish-faced idiot like they do Waterclan warriors. She wants to be the scary ruler that never does anything that the average cat doesn't, accept kill of course. That's all that Adira wants and that's exactly what she'll get one way or another. It'd obvious that Adira and her siblings are all very unique because they each have their own ways to turn. But Adira just wants to see Aeron. He's the onlything that can stop her killing, it doesn't matter what else is thrown at her. Until she sees Aeron alive, she will //not// stop. That's the problem with her unique personality.Adira's nickname, //is// slayer of innocence. What that means, is she's quite smart. How can a killer be smart? They must first be seductive like Adira always has been, able to put another cat in a trance for herself to rise stronger. She can easily make herself give the fullest advantage against every other cat around her, although she's no better than any other. however, she's quite agile which is always helpful for other cats that don't know what they're doing or how to act. It's obvious that she's one of the most easily seductive cats in the forest, she uses her eyes more than anything. Most cats say you have to have good looks to seduce others, but Adira's not one known for being pretty. She is smart though, and can easily make someone believe in her through her eyes which is her best chance at making anyone take the fall for anything that she does.It's nothing really that she does besides make a cat fall for her and easily muse them into doing what she wants. However, there's only one thing that the pharaoh of darkness really wants, and that is to find her brother. But she doesn't want to seduce cats into finding him for her. That's the only thing she wants to do alone, and she's vowed to do it without the help of her idiotic slaves. Sure, they might be her slaves that only she can control, but it's obvious to her that they are fools, as they usually don't come back with positive results, but rather "Sorry, master." Before they fade into her kingdom of shadows and try again. The scenario is usually simple. Adira sends them on a task to hunt down someone that caused her trouble and she vowed they'd rue it. Then, they must bring the cat back. . . Dead //or// alive. It's not a hard mission, but it's surely one that she doesn't expect them to conquer any time soon.She waits patiently, hidden in one particular shadowy cave that only few know of. Adira, is honestly like a leader, only she has to defeat and enslave those around her. It's quite a challenge, but they don't last long. When the mission is complete, she lets them run free and do whatever they really want to. But usually, they come empty-pawed. She then has no choice but to be a dark queen. She attacks them, and usually says. "You fools. Be gone with