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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, Xeada.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.
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&Xeadas -- finalblow
The name is Xeadas. Ze-ah-dahs.Not Ex-ee-dahs or whatever it looks like. Ze-ah-dahsGet 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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&Sursurrous -- Terraminator
You are cold. You are alone. You are in the dark. Not even your shadow is in your company, only the wind blowing past you, sending shivers down your spine. You see a pair of lights in the distance, growing larger with each passing moment, with each breath. Then a pain rips through you. You are dying. The last thing you will ever see are those two lights, bright as a flame, though still and unwavering. A voice whispers in your ear, so gentle yet so icy, as if shards of ice were stabbing you with each word. "Don't be afraid," it says in a comforting tone. "It's time to go to sleep." The darkness consumes you, the cloudy white pelt of the last cat you see standing out, before her claws rip through you. Her name is Sursurrous, 'a whisper.' A silent cat, she usually does not associate with other, though occasionally she will. She seems to study those she interacts with, piecing apart their behaviors and mannerisms like a mad psychiatrist. The most strange thing about this cat, however is how her personality seems to be ripped in two, like the dueling color of her eyes; one amber and one blue. Voices echo through her mind, and she can often be seen talking, or more likely arguing with herself. Astonishingly skilled in camoflage and hunting, as well as exhibiting strong leadership skills and a level head, Sursurrous was always known as "the Mime," who no one wanted to approach on their own. The reason why she is now in Toxicity? This quiet she-cat was always a little different, even from the day she was born. Her mother was always worried about her; the way she never spoke to anyone but herself, and when one of her siblings disappeared, the blame was instantly placed on Sursurrous. Not too long afterwards, they found her brother's mutilated body under the water of a nearby creek. Carved into his side was a crude, but distinguishable picture of an eye. When one of the kits confessed to watching the murder take place to the other little ones, while Sursurrous listened in, every one of them was also found, the same symbol cut into their flanks. The truth about those killings though, is that they weren't killings at all. Oh no, instead Sursurrous tortured them, keeping each one just barely alive using her limited knowledge of herbs and remedies, so they could feel as she would gauge their eyes or make them rip themselves apart as she would carve down their sides. One by one, the cats disappeared, until only Sursurrous and her mother were left. Knowing her daughter was capable of much more than she seemed, Sursurrous' mother knew she had to kill this murderous cat if she wanted to save more innocent lives. Her whole family had already been killed, and now she was about to meet them if she didn't fight back. But how could she kill her own kit? She couldn't do it...She loved Sursurrous, no matter how hard she tried not to. When her daughter's blood-stained claws came for her throat, she never even flinched. Sursurrous had managed to kill off six kits and three adult cats, and now she was completely alone in a forest full of threats. Although, somehow, she came to find them. The Toxicity cats. But something might catch your eye if you look at this silent cat long enough, before averting your eyes from her glowing gaze...for the blood of her loving family still stains her snowy pelt...
After the battle of Toxicity, Sursurrous lost sight in her left eye , now an empty socket covered by a patch made of fern, and her front left leg had been torn from her body. Multiple scars etch along her sides and over her worn out face.
Remilla -- Peacockfortune27
Why hellooooo there sunshine, wanna' die today? Remilla has been called by many different names, and the most used is insane. A broken mind, twisted and corrupted. Her head is a dark maze, one with only an entrance, and no exit. What? Don't believe anyone could be this crazy or cruel? How do you explain the death of sixteen innocent and beaten kitty-pet who could barely put up a fight? Her mind is shattered, with only a tiny amount of sanity left. A devil such as this couldn't possibly hold beauty though, right? How could a black soul hold an innocent looking outside? It might seem impossible that there is anything that could count as pretty in this monstrosity, but her appearance is that of an angle. Shocking isn't it? Tiny, with a seemingly weak look. Long fur with a stunning mixture of ginger tabby patterned patches layered on white that cascades down her back and then to her sides. Her muzzle is blazed with white around her nose that looks like a pink jewel. And then her eyes, that look like jade carved out of the ground and placed perfectly on her face. In fact, the only imperfection in her whole look is the tip of her tail, which is completely missing. The only trade mark left of her gruesome past, one she's kept buried very well under the surface. No wonder. Who would want a former kitty-pet in their group? It would be a shock to almost anyone in Toxicity that Remilla once lived a pampered life as a house cat. They'd also be shocked to learn that's one of the reasons she got her physic so totally destroyed. It was the fact that Remilla was an out-door cat that got her taken away from her house folks by a bunch of kitty-pet hating rogues who forced her to steal her food for them. Well, her, and the other kitty-pets as well. It was an all out torture zone for kitty-pets who had never learned to fight, and then to have to take food from clans and rogues near by. Sometimes even far away, if things got too bad. And if you didn't obey the rogues? You were punished if front of every other kitty-pet in the organization to make an example of. And this tugged at Rimilla's humanity the whole time. It was only when they cut off her tail tip, however, when she snapped. The rogue, the kitty-pets. Anyone who put up a fight. The alley ways had never been soaked with so much blood. She left, and her sanity stayed behind. Of course, this was just an act of pure rage. Remilla gained some 'sense' back, after joining Toxicity. But the kitty-pet that had sat there shivering in fear at the rogues was gone now. Cockiness and a thirst for blood replaced her innocence. However, it isn't impossible to befriend her, if you prove your strong, and show her loyalty. But proving your strong to Remilla... Well it might be easier to jump off a cliff. Why don't you just stand for not being her enemy instead? Remilla, though despite her mirthless nature, has and will keep one thing unchanging. Her loyalty to Toxicity is unbreakable. Just, don't push it ok? No one wants to have a cat "Mysteriously" missing...
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Desiree -- ThatFreakNamedRiley
Creamy-white colored fur shines in your eyes. You see nobody but her. She sits in her den, simply sleeping, like the beautiful individual she seems to be. Her eyes are the most beautiful shade of green you have ever seen. Like her soul, you think. She seems like a wonderful she-cat, you think. You're dead wrong. Desiree is one of the most secretive cats you will ever meet. She sits in her den all day, never talks to anybody. Though when you're unlucky enough to get her to talk to you, she's a heck of a character. She's sarcastic, and rude. Her mind is constantly on the thoughts of others though. She's very awkward when she sees someone getting hurt, even if its just the simplest scratch. It scares her to see other cats hurt. Desiree however is a totally different cat when she's in the battlefield, healing someone in need. She's efficient, quick, and kind to those who are hurt. She's rather pushy though, and tends to order people around when she's in panic, trying to heal someone. Desiree has a voice like a river. It just flows with everything. It soothes the soul. Desiree has always been the center of attention when it comes to the other males in the clan. They love her. She's just so beautiful, and different. Though Desiree could care less about how much the males of her clan like her, she likes to be center of attention. Though she may have a unique personality, Desiree is the real deal when it comes to healing. She is extremely trustworthy, and never breaks her promises. However, she does like to take her ideas and go on a swing if you don't agree with her. She'll do whatever it takes to prove you wrong. Desiree has the shortest temper you can think of. She tends to get very violent when she's angry, and she likes to slash things. There are slash marks all over her den if you take the time to check. She may be a Curandera, but she does pack a violent punch. She can battle, that's for sure. If she's truly needed in a battle, she'd be more than happy to join in, if there are no cats getting injured. Desiree is truly a unique character, but that's okay. Everyone is a little different, hm? She's just the kind of different that will rip your face off if you set her off just by a tiny bit. Nothing too bad!
Kyyania -- Masqueradetrick
Beauty is not always in the form of appearance. One's soul can be beautiful. Kyyania however possesses both. She is mocha brown. She has light sky blue eyes that twinkle in even the darkest of lights. Under them is three white dots on both sides. Her ear tips and toes are also white. Soft spoken, Kyyania isn't one to yell or get mad about much. She usually has trouble speaking to more than two cats at once. Which isn't good in her position. Gentle as a fly, she couldn't hurt anyone. She even keeps her claws dull. She has never had interest in fighting. So it was her luck that Toxicity needed a healer. But how did she end up there in the first place? Part of her wanted to learn to be strong. Yet when she tried, she couldn't. Kyyania loves her life as a healer however. And wouldn't change it for the world.
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Crystalline -- InsaneToxicology
There is only one word to describe this cat - Insane. Her gripping silver eye - one silver and one milky blue with blindness - can drive a sane tom to madness. Her sleek appearance makes her an almost ghostlike figure. Her light grey fur is invisible in moonlight. Her black ears tipped her tufts of fur. Her face is very kit-like. She is incredibly fast and light on her paws. When fighting, she relies more on speed and skill rather than strength. Like a silver vixen, she is very manipulative. She has had many toms padding after. But they didn't last long enough to say 'hi'. She prefers air-borne attacks, dropping from trees to dig her fangs into the spine of her victim. She often tells other cats, "Reality is a lie. It has lied to me, and it will lie to you." Her voice resembles the hiss of a snake mixed with claws on bone or ice. I warn you, do not fall for her, because you will not get out of it alive. The blood on her claws is easy to hide.
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**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 certaincatsshe'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 hernew 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 thatno catreally 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 you!" And they are either killed, or banished from thegrounds 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 peronality 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 anyoneget 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't run 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 mightshatter 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 andhard to be around. No onereally 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. She's a cat that doesn't have much things to do about things like that, but sit back and wait for the snow to leave. After never seeing his 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 only thing 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 used to live happily with her kin. Her father had left Cloudclan, his home, when he fell in love with Adira's mother; Amara. His father, Bramblepelt used to see Amara on several patrols, but soon enough he was more than skin-deep in love. He finally deserted Cloudclan, and left to continue his life with Amara. He took her as his mate. The older cats would always tell their kits about how they met on the borders of Cloudclan, those very borders became sacred to them. The 3 rogues often rolled their eyes as their father boasted about how he sneaked through the well-guarded areas to be with Amara, and how sly he was. The kits never believed that the camp was really well-guarded, but that it was only something that would help Bramblepelt boast. The young kits didn't like the fact that Bramblepelt abandoned such a unique life-style for the boring life of a rogue, and to this day why their kin still did leave. Adira always stood back and watched. Bramblepelt's stories got to Aeron, or at least they did in her eyes, and he would always play-fight or trying to sneak out. However, being the girl, Adira wasn't ever in favor of being on the adventure. This often made her a little sulky to see her brother and her other brother the best of friends while she only stood with the blowing wind in her pelt. Aeron often lied to Adira. He did once to Aliah, but of course, Adira was there to. He convinced them that there was prey outside of the woods they needed to get. Adira tried to be brave and said that she'd lead the way. But in the end, Aeron and Aliah both ended up laughing. Adira always overheard her father describing Aeron's recklessness and how he was so curious and always sneaked away. Eventually, Aeron's recklessness came to an end when he was laughing at Adira, and Aliah, for coming back with stuff in their pelt for searching for the 'prey.' Aliah began to laugh with Aeron, but Adira didn't. They always mocked her about being alone, they always planned on leaving her deserted. Adira was growing lonelier and lonelier day by day. Her loneliness grew to hatred, and finally solitude. When Adira, Aeron, and Aliah were four moons old, something bit would occur. That something was a flash flood from the river around them. Now, the family's den was in a cravice over a river. The river often threatened to overflow during the highest rain-falls. The family would move dens to find somewhere more suitable. This always caused a lot of traveling against the kits muddy paws. But eventually, they'd always reach their destination. Adira's mom, Amara, always lectured them about not leaving the new den. The scent of badgerlingered since this was a badgers favorite spot. But Aeron never listened, and Adira had a feeling that yet again he wouldn't. Aeron had sneaked out through one of the small chubby-holes. The large tom could actually fit through the tiny thing, shocking Adira all over every time. Aliah, Bramblepelt, and Amara, were all fast asleep. Adira was only faking it, but she had one of her sparkling eyes opened. She watched her brother sneak out of the small hole. Now, if she was a tattle tale, she would have woken someone up and told on him. Instead, she watched him crawl out with a slight smirk. Adira knew where he was going too. He was slicing through the stormy weather to find a den that didn't have the badger scent. The only reason that this shadow could tell was because he was always complaining about the scent that lingered in the den while it captivated them. Adira would simply roll her eyes and mutter "Go back to sleep." The scent of badger engulfed all of them, but didn't bother anyone but Aeron and Adira. However, Adira, was always wise, and never left the den. That was a mistake to her, as she was always picked on. Adira, finally decided to crawl out the hole. She sliced along through the thick mood and mucky forest looking for the black coat the three of the kits shared. She saw the small figure of Aeron, letting a sigh of relief out of her breathless mouth. She dashed back to the den, letting her mangy pelt stick down against her flank as she sighed and rolled her eyes. The kitten slammed her paws back down, burying her head into the silky paws that laid before her. She let out a sigh. Even if she was always left out of her brothers' games, she missed Aeron a lot. As she stared out the hole, she only wished that the ebony cat would come trotting around the corner and leap on her back, teasing her once again. But he didn't. He never did. The moons grew boring without him. Amara and Bramblepelt paid a ton of attention to Aliah, and little to her. Adira grew lonely, casting herself out of the family bit by bit. The days were beginning to drag on, long and boring. The moons lasted long. -Stupid Adira. . . .-She thought to herself. Every night she stared at the moon from on top of the cave and whispered the same thing. When she thought about it, she always reminded herself that Aeron was sharing the same moon as her. Every night she whispered, "The days drag on, the moons last long. . . . Stupid girl, stupid girl. . . . Now I know. I should've followed you, this isn't real, I'm not here to fight, I just want you to not fill me with fright. I love you, Aeron." Luckily, none of her kin ever knew about the chantings of her. They never knew that she loved Aeron, that she cared for her brother. But she didn't want them to. The family continued to move, and everyone shook it off like nothing happened; like Aeron was right there with them. But he wasn't. Nothing could feel the sabotage that Adira felt when Amara meowed, "Kids, we're switching dens again." Adira gave up trying to hide the tears that lied in the core of her eyes. "What about Aeron?"She meowed. Aliah's face just went blank. "Don't speak of him,"Aliah whispered. Adira shot a glare that way. "He's our brother, I will speak of him." Her face turned towards her mother. "What if he comes back? What if he one day returns and opens the crevices to our den, and comes back, and we're not home? What will he do then? As a mother, you should have pain."Amara shot a glare, in awe. "How dare you speak of Aeron! We said we will never bring him up again. He's never coming back, Adira. He's dead!"Amara's voice came out as a snarl. "This isn't your choice, let's go." Adira felt herself backing up to hide the tears that fell on the floor, shielding them with her paws. "No."She meowed."Prove that he's dead."After those 3 words, Adira turned. Her cloak blew in the breeze as she dashed out to the distance. -How could they?-She could feel her hind paws stepping on tears as she dashed away. Her pelt blew in the wind before she slipped over something. She stopped and hissed at the ground below her. "I'mnot in the mood."She assumed it was prey. But instead, it was a clump of ebony fur. Then, she realized she was by a river. "Aeron . .. . "Her voice trailed off as she looked on, anddove into the river reluctantly. -If he's dead, he'll be at the bottom of the river for sure.-She thought to herself with a nod as she held her breath and let the rapids engulf her. Her gaze shot around before the current picked up. "No. . . . "She thought to herself. "I can't be drowning."But her thoughts were allowed, which meant that her mouth had opened. Water flushed in as she closed her eyes and began to drown, engulfed by the rapids around her. She closed her eyes. Then, she realized that she had to open them and look for his body. Her eyes glanced around, it was heard to see under these currents. But she never saw him. As she drowned, her breath slowed. -This must be my end.-Her ears got cut off from all the sounds.
Everything went silent, before her breath had stopped. . . . Then her eyes flashed open. Something had pulled her out. Someone. Leaving her family was smart, but this cat reminded her so deeply of Aeron. He was such a kit, and a reckless kit at that. "Hello, miss. Are you okay, you weren't breathing."Adira nodded slowly, before flipping herself up. She pushed herself to all four paws with a sigh, as she stood up with shaking legs. "I-I'm fine."She mewed. "Perfectly fine."She whispered. This cat had the same burning forest as Aeron, the same cloak. But it wasn't him, and she knew it. This cat was smaller than her too. But every time she looked at that kit, all the haunting memories of Aeron came back. She loved her brother so deeply. The only thing was, he wasn't around anymore, and she doubted that she'd ever find him. For whatever reason, Adira didn't care about Aliah. She wanted to find Aeron. She never liked Aliah anyways. She often didn't think that if Aeron just died, or left, that she'd even care. But now that the reality hit, she does. She missed him so deeply. Looking at this kit made her pain strike all over like the day she found out that they were moving. . . . That was today. She realized. She let out a sigh. "Thanks, what's your name?"But the kitten was already gone. "He looked so much like Aeron .. . . It hurt." As she laid down, she sighed. Moons went on,the days dragged long, everything sucked. Everything. Nothing mattered anymore. Her claws slid out and drew the letter A, followed by 'eron'. . . . She sighed as a tear shattered the name, sliding down her cheek and making a puddle that faded it away. That was a tear. . .. But she pushed herself off the ground. "I will dust these memories off."She could feel it in her veins that her heart had gone cold, pumping only cold blood. Every day, another cat went missing. And she usually found a way to blame it on Aliah, which was perfect for her. She knew what she wasdoing, she was quite clever. But every day she dreamed that she'd find Aeron. Even a monster wants her brother back. Aeron was and still is, the only thing that can turn the monster inside her off. The memories stick like glue. If they ever fade away, maybe she'd be a monster, all the time. Aliah might be around her at times, but the only one that she wishes was around is Aeron; the one that she just can't seem to find. Her heart sinks when anyone says any word that starts with 'A', evenher own name. It just doesn't seem right. Without him, she fears her life is dreary, everything dragging on. Because now she's not the same. She's not exactly herself anymore. She's decided that she loved him more than a queen loves her kits, a warrior loves their mate, or a kit loves their parents. Now, every night she glances up at the moon alone, stares forward, in hopes that she'll see his face rising up, and coming back around. But she's coveredit up. She's disguised love and regret with fear and hatred. She turned herself into a monster. Heck, the only reason she's in toxicity is to kill and learn to kill better, and she's done just that. Adira is a floating monstrous ghost that's lost it's soul of what to haunt and search for, so she's worn a mask of killing and hatred, and destroyed anyone to silence their shattering screams.
**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 l