x forest clans
P Y R E F E A T H E R
Co-deputy of SunClan
family - none
mate - none
kits - none
plot - cherrywish
themesong -
look after you ; the fray
As a phoenix rises from the ashes, Pyrefeather comes from a forest fire. The separation of his family due to a bonfire gone out of control gives him his name; he keeps it to remember why he's living. Even after the tragedy, this dark-grey tom does not let the bitterness take hold of him. In fact, it's made him more wary, more cautious, and more reckless. He willingly dives into danger to help others, and he often gets in trouble for being too headstrong, too quick to move into battle. His large size and fluffy fur may create an impression of a large, towering, oppresive kind of character, but he is far from it. In fact, he's often seen lazing around the camp, making jokes and teasing the others in a good-mannered sort of way. His amber eyes are lit with a fire of passion and a welcoming warmth. He rarely speaks how he feels, and hides his emotions from others, afraid that it will make him vulnerable. Alas, this makes him prone to miscommunication and undertones of hostility. A decent fighter and decent hunter, he makes do with what he has, and his main goal in life is to protect the ones he loves.
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M A R I N E P AW ! S T E P
Apprentice of SunClan
family - none
mate - (crush on Brambletooth)
kits - none
plot - seco
themesong - none
If curiosity kills the cat, then death has not caught up with her yet. Expressive blue eyes, thin oriental face, and fluffy grey and white fur; she always seems too rambunctious and energetic for her own good. Rarely does anything tire her out; in fact, she seems even more mischievous after a long day. Her small stature fits her easily; her large ears and long tail always seem to be moving and twitching about in one way or another. A knowledge-seeker; she often asks the question 'why?' ranging from herbs to warrior techniques, her thirst for information is unquenchable. Defiant and opinionated, she often speaks in jokes and sarcastic tones. Intelligence may be a gift, and her speed may be a godsend, but she rarely uses it for the correct means. She is prone to ignoring the rules, often by accident, of course. Her determination, as well as attitude, is often noted as a problem. Her quick tongue and eager excitement often gets her into more trouble than she asks for.
Hello? Who are you? What are you doing here? Do you have any interesting stories to tell? I'm Marinepaw!step, and I'm a proud member of SunClan! I grew up here since I was a kitten, and it's been amazing! Are you here to join? Everyone always tells me I have too many questions, but it's just fun to ask things and learn more, right? I'm pretty satisfied with my clan, even though some of my friends might be difficult to hang out with, especially that grumpy old Brambletooth who picks on me all the time. Whatever. I'm just going to ignore him anyway. Well I hope you're sticking around because it'll be wonderful to get to know you! Especially things like your favorite food, favorite game, favorite herb...
P R I M [ P R I M S O N ]
Kit of SunClan
family - Aslan, Finn, Piglet, Bonnibelle, Hunnie
mate - none
kits - none
plot - none
themesong - x
Primson, better known as simply Prim, is an stone blue she cat of a small stature with pale silver eyes. Meek and brooding reluctant to leave the comfort of their domestic lives. She often spends her days in escapist fantasies, dreaming of the velvet cushions and warm cream and chicken back home. She isn't talkative, preferring to show her displeasure through frowns and groans. Considered as one of the quieter cats of her litter, she speaks in a very lady-like manner, and acts almost prissy and disdainful. She complains quite a bit, though not when her older brother is around. Nevertheless, this homesick she-cat can be kind and friendly; once you get past all her moaning and groaning, you might just find a heart of gold.
Rped by obliviate-
Ugh. Clan lyf suxz.
A S P E N P A W ! R O S E
Medicine Cat Apprentice of DayClan
family - none
mate - not allowed (crush on Crowpaw)
kits - not allowed
plot - Kae.
themesong - none
Named after the soft, pale branches of the said tree, this young female's coat is as white as snow. Delicately built, she stands shorter than most of her age, giving her a disadvantage when it comes to battling. Her wide ochre eyes often give her a surprised look- even in the few occasions when she is not. Her eyes often seem lost in the distance, as if in a utopia away from reality. Easily nervous, with a fear of public speaking, many assume that she's simply pathologically shy. Despite these assumptions, she can socialize and get along with others. Too many cats at once overwhelms her slightly, and she tries to hide her little weakness. Though quick on her feet, she can be a little clumsy, often missing the hunt due to tripping over pebbles and branches. Her delicate nature and escapism puts her at a disadvantage with the rest of the clan, in terms of both warrior duties and socialization with others.
H-h-hi, I-I'm A-aspenpaw!rose, um... yeah. I'm a little b-busy right now... my m-mentor's calling me! I have to sort out herbs, but she'll probably do it faster without me, or I'll accidentally mix up lavender with poppy seeds or something. Sigh. I'm n-not very good at this job, but I'm worse at beign a w-warrior, so... at least I'm being useful right? I d-don't know, I'm not very interesting, s-sorry. Maybe you should talk to more i-interesting characters around here, like Crowpaw!dust, or something. He's much better at conversation than I am. Blush. O-okay, I really have to go back to work. G-goodbye!
V I X E N P A W ! H O P E
Apprentice of DayClan
family - none
mate - none
kits - none
plot - evelyn
themesong - none
A pixie-like skinny she-cat with mottled cinnamon fur. Her bright olive eyes are often gleaming with unsaid mischief. The tip of her ears, as well as her muzzle, toes and tail are a deep chocolate, very fitting of her name. Her long fur is often ruffled and slightly tangled. She's defiant and opinionated, often speaking in sarcastic tones. She jokes around often and rarely takes things seriously. Intelligence may be a defying trait of hers, but she rarely uses it for the right means. As unusual as she is, her lack of faith in StarClan sometimes set her apart from the others, and she is often quite defensive over her beliefs. She is determined and proud; her presence makes up for her small size. The courage she displays is often seen as recklessness, and her stubborn, headstrong attitude often puts her at odds with those she tries to impress.
x mountain clans
F R O Z E N F R A Y
Warrior of WinterClan
family - none
mate - none
kits - none
plot - pennpo
themesong -
broken arrow ; the script
The calm before the storm- these five words describe how others often see her. Known as a mediator and a cat who always keeps her cool, the name Frozenfray is a contradiction, similar to the character it describes. Her short, silver-tipped fur is not meant for the extreme cold, and the fact that she is an Egyptian Mau makes it all the more ironic. Meant to live in the desert climate, she has adapted well to frigid temperatures of her habitat. Gentle and calm, her wise, yellow gaze has a sort of stern look to it, as if to say that nothing is worth panicking over. Her small stature gives her a disadvantage when it comes to brute strength, but her nimble moves and quick mind often outwits her rivals. She is an efficient fighter, always aiming for accuracy rather than power. Her soft-spoken words are often comforting to those who need a benevolent presence, and she's been noted multiple times for having 'queen-like qualities' about her. Alas, many underestimate her due to the facade she puts on, not knowing the rage and turmoil that lies within. She speaks little of her past or her personal opinions; they have no use in this world. Her controlled actions only prolong the inevitable; she cannot hold the demons inside forever. When in rage, she loses all control over her mind and body, reluctantly allowing adrenaline and rage to drive her to the edge. She will have no recollection whatsoever, and she knows of this fact. One day, she will be the destroyer of her sanity, and it may be the reason for her calm mask in the present. For if she gives into her instincts, then heaven help her survive the blizzard that will strike from the inside.
x survival clans
K A S I A
Warrior of EarthClan
family - brother Alistair-kun
mate - none
kits - none
plot - pretzel
themesong -
run ; daughter
Katarzyna-Rzoshka, a foreign name for a foreign cat. Hard to pronounce, yes, but don't need to worry; she identifies with the name of Kasia. Now repeat after me, Ka-sha. Slavic by name and Slavic by nature, one can describe her as a Russian blue, though she is not necessarily a purebred one. She has short, blue fur as soft as silk, tipped with silver. Her long legs and long body allow her to sneak in and out of tricky places easily. Her green eyes are often full of mischief. A facade of flirtatious and frivolous nothings accompany her character; she is often seen messing around and having fun. Nevertheless, it is simply a mask, nothing more. Reserved by nature, she often has moods where she gives up the false pretenses and journeys through solitude and introspection. Intelligent and quick thinking has gotten her far enough. Other than that, she doesn't seem very special. Her size is not large enough to be powerful, and though quick on her feet, she is not considered fast compared to most. Graceful and flowing, perhaps her love for dancing and movement can be noted, but it only gives her an edge in a fight and little more than that. Even that cannot be considered a talent. No, her real gift is her fighting style; finding others' strengths and the infinitesimal weaknesses in things called 'pressure points.' Though it is not often employed, and understands how unethical it is, they were once required in her long and complicated past. Nevertheless, she constantly feels like an outsider, and doesn't talk much of her past. After all, she's known for being adaptable and reasonable; she won't start anything she can't finish, and she, more than anyone else, knows that sometimes, sacrifices in life are necessary.
Hello there.How are you? I'm Kasia, not a warrior name, I know. Didn't come from this clan and didn't want to change my name. I mean, it's the last thing I'll keep from my old life. I'm scrapping everything else, so why not my name? Well... my father named me after his own mother, so I guess it should be something special. I'm still learning about this whole 'clan' thing but it seems pretty interesting. You know they have a den for old cats to just sit and lounge around? Wow. Surprises me, actually. So what do you want to talk about, the weather? prey? Perhaps the meaning of life? Now that's a little more interesting. No? ...you want to talk about... me. What about me, my skills or why I came here or ...before I came to EarthClan-? Sorry, that's not up for discussion. silence.
/she walks away, unwilling to talk about her history.
x revolutionary groups
C A S T O R
Gladiator of Toxicity.
family - twin Pollux
mate - none
kits - none
plot - L-YNX?
themesong - x
As the eldest of a litter of two, Castor, along with his brother Pollux, was named after the pair of heavenly twins. Out of the two siblings, he is the friendlier one, often making an effort in getting to know others and volunteering for specific jobs and duties. Somewhat careless and headstrong, he often rushes into things without a second thought. Loyalty is an extremely important subject for him, and he will passionately advocate for and protect his friends, even if it means getting into trouble for it. A huge flirt, with a head larger than life, he often stands tall and unfearing, making him look larger than he already is. He is a dark brown tabby tom with green eyes.
P O L L U X
Gladiator of Toxicity.
family - twin Castor
mate - none
kits - none
plot - L-YNX?
themesong - x
As the youngest of a litter of two, Pollux, along with his brother, Castor, was named after the pair of heavenly twins. Out of the two siblings, he is the less rambunctious one. A piercing glare in the shadows often represents this quiet, unassuming tom. He finds himself in a position where he doesn't feel comfortable around others similar in personality with his more outgoing brother. He is a law-abiding, strictly official type of cat; he rarely sees the point of having emotions dictate one's actions. In fact, he doesn't seem to understand why emotions and 'fun' exists at all, especially after the 'event' he never speaks of. He is clever, much more so than his brother and most others. He spends most of his time silently observing others and creating strategies to help himself. To him, everything serves a more glorious purpose, and everyone has an ulterior motive. If only he didn't believe so, then perhaps he would be more open to the concept of 'self-enjoyment.' He is a dark tabby tom with amber-green eyes.
You must be looking for that idiot over there. Castor, right? I'm not him, leave. Oh, you're actually looking for me? That's a surprise. From what I can see about you, you must not be from around here, considering you don't understand why I hate my brother, or why I introduced him to you first. He's a real playboy, something you'd probably enjoy hm? Ah, I suppose the former question. Well, you know there are two sayings I've heard. One would be 'brains over brawn,' which obviously failed within my lineage, and the other would be 'survival of the fittest.' Unfortunately, we know how that goes. It's even proven; we both went to hunt down my mother once, to give her a taste of her own medicine. When I got there... too late I suppose. We all know that when Castor has his mind on a job, he never fails. Well, this was where everything started. Survival of the fittest? Well then, go look for nature's finest over there, preferably far away from me.
A L I S T A I R - K U N
Assassin successor of Primal Instinct
family - sister Kasia
mate - none
kits - none
plot - Ashenfate
themesong - x
The concept of 'silver tongue turned to lead' has obviously never crossed this character's mind. Blessed with charisma that can move crowds at his will, his voice is often laced with undertones of sarcasm and ridicule. His ashy, grey fur often sticks out in different directions, giving him an almost kitten-like look. With a usual dazed and half-surprised look, he doesn't seem very dangerous. Not at all. In fact, his bright baby-blue eyes seem almost too innocent to be a wild cat, and this wouldn't be the first time he's been accused of being a house-cat. It would be easy to say that his skill defies the way he looks, and that he's a fantastic fighter, but he isn't. Though quite adequate at both hunting and fighting, his true talents lay within his mind. He is clever and manipulative; he often takes pride in the way he can worm into some poor unsuspecting soul's heart. Some may claim that it is a cowardly move, but he disagrees. To him, manipulation is the true definition of power, and he plays the card well. That is not to say that he is a cold, unfeeling character. Quite the opposite really. The assumption draws from the fact that he's hard to read. His dead eyes and often bored look makes it hard to decipher what he's thinking. A character who always thinks things through, he never runs into a battle without thinking. His power draws from his intellect, and his mind is incapable of betraying him.
B E L P H E G O R - C H A N
Youngling of Primal Instinct
family - Satan-chan, Lucifer-chan, Avarita-chan, Leviathan-chan, Asmodeus-chan
mate - none
kits - none
plot - none
themesong -
lazy song - bruno mars
Apathetic; that's usually the best word to describe Belphegor, or Bel, since he's too lazy to use his full name. This brown tabby tom, with his green eyes that are often closed, mind you, spends most of his time lazing around the camp being unproductive. Though quite talented at an array of things, he's too lazy to do any of it. He's indifferent, rarely showing any preference in opinion simply because he's not bothered to argue for his point of view. Though he is quite clever and smart, he only uses his wits to get him out of working extra, or to find a shortcut here or there. From a litter of the 'seven deadly sins,' he's one of the youngest, and often looks younger than he is, allowing him to get away with more than usual. He doesn't have much ambition for the future, as he is content with doing absolutely nothing at all with his life.
M A E M O N
Mercenary of Renegade Regime
family - none
mate - none
kits - none
plot - none
themesong - x
Even in ancient civilisations, the name Mammon is known. The difference lies in what they're known for. Mammon may be the demon of greed, but Maemon is the grim reminder that psychopaths still exist. From the ancient tunnels, it must be worthy of greatness to be pure in lineage. Generations of pruning and cleansing bloodlines have succeeded to create his perfect appearance. A short-haired brown tabby with bright yellow eyes, his appearance is perfect for hiding in the tunnels. Somewhat small, but with paws large for his size, he finds the tunnels easy to travel, and his compact shape and long tail make it easy to to slip into small openings; his long tail makes it easy to correct his balance mid-fall, if anything were to happen. Large ears can tell you where trouble was happening in the echoes of the caverns, and bright eyes pierce through the darkness that covers him. Unfortunately, his perfect looks belie his not-so-perfect personality. A limited gene pool meant limited genes, and it simply allowed the more recessive, undesired ones to manifest throughout his personality. A true devil in disguise, he treats the world as if it only exists for his desires. He will do anything to achieve his ends, and there is not a single cell in his body that could feel any remorse for his actions. He does terrible things with little motive. What makes him frightening is the fact that his mind is simply unhinged. He slips away from trouble easily with smooth talk, and he always thinks he's correct, no matter what. He has no sense of what is right or wrong; he's simply driven by his primal urges and desires. It's no wonder why his mother named him after the demon of greed, because the only thing that drives his actions is his greed for more and more, until it consumes him entirely.
If you wish to keep your sanity, do not follow me into the dark. If you want to keep your riches, do not come near me. If you wish to lose yourself, if you wish to be enthralled by my words, by things you have never heard or seen before, if you wish to see perfection, you've come to the right place.
I am the result of generations of bloodlines, cleaned to it's purest form. I am the result of the greatest within this group, and I am the result of the dreams of this group.
I am of pure blood, and I demand everything.
All you own.
All you are.
It will be mine.
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everything (c) obliviate- audrey.
sapphy (mine) & rynn (xjewelx)