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NightClan are nocturnal creatures - they wake at dusk, work through the night, and go to their nests at dawn, when their cenote camp is flooded with brilliant red light and the song of morning birds has started in the pines above them.
NightClan cats are sardonic, intelligent, and all about self-preservation, more likely to sit on the sidelines and turn their coats for the predicted victor then throw themselves into an honourable battle. They were not especially known for their close-knittedness before Aspenstar began to drill it into them; but now, after her death, they have grown closer for two reasons: the uncertainty her half-finished training left them in, half-trained to rely on each other and blindly shuffling towards that goal without her guidance; and the trauma of her reign. Now, like never before, they have closed ranks. And Kier is about to tear them further apart than ever.
It's difficult to judge the morality of them. one might never have thought of them as villains before - but after Aspenstar's tyrannical reign, under which they became the feared oppressors of SummerClan and looked fit to continue their savage march onwards to unrelenting expansion, it's not quite so clear. Now, though NightClan, humiliated and left in tatters, is licking their wounds while SummerClan heals and rejoices - though they claim they were only following their leader's orders - will they truly be happy to turn away from what Aspenstar introduced them to?
Have they gotten a taste for power?
Will they turn their backs on the empire Aspenstar began - or will they court it further?
And most importantly, will they be able to survive Kier's impending reign at all? They think the worst is behind them. But now, with Aspenstar's disappearance, the little League cat who had been waiting in the wings is about to take centre stage.
SPECIAL RANKS
loyal guard The Loyal Guard holds the most elite warriors of NightClan. These special forces protect the leader even at the cost of their life and guard the prisoners. The Loyal Guard is also responsible for training apprentice pairs, as only elite members of the clan are trusted with this responsibility.
In earlier times, the Loyal Guard were simply the leader's most trusted advisers and protectors. But under Kier's leadership, they have become a type of secret police: they are groomed and chosen specifically for their devotion to him, do his dirty work, spy and bring information back, act as messengers, carry out interrogations, torture, and executions, and are expected to hold absolute loyalty to him over any ties or bonds to friends, family, or Clan. NightClan is irrelevant; there's only Kier. He has created an environment in which privilege and favour are the only ways in which you'll eat, prosper, and survive - and the Loyal Guard, as the most privileged, often exploit their position against the more vulnerable members of their Clan. Bullying, cruelty, and betrayal are encouraged.
royal physician A rank created by Kier for his mate as soon as he ascended to the throne, characteristic of his tendency towards favouritism and nepotism. The royal physician - really more a mad scientist with official approval - is given free rein and full resources to pursue and further their research.
They have no other tasks or expectations in the Clan; no NightClan cat can refuse their request to participate in their research, despite this usually meaning experimentation, maiming, and death; they will not be punished for taking subjects from other Clans, whether they be ally or enemy; and, given the rank is more an excuse to give his mate a high-ranking position than anything, the royal physician is the closest advisor to the leader, above the deputy and medicine cat, and often sits beside them at Clan meetings. Essentially, they're the tyrannical by-product of a tyrant.
ALLIES
none
ENEMIES
summerclan ☆ Though most NightClan are too focused on their own current suffering to even remember their occupation of SummerClan, SummerClan hasn't forgotten, and they haven't forgiven.
right now, everyone
PELT COLOURS
Dark pelt colours - black, brown, and grey - are most common, to blend in with their night-time environment. Block-colour pelts are also among the most prominent; tabby coats are less so. Pale coats are rarer, as they are easily spotted in the dark.
Difficult to find: Oak leaves, ash tree seeds and shoots, alder tree bark, willow, poppy seeds, marigold, heather nectar, blessed thistle, rosemary.
NightClan-specific remedy: Pine needles - for aching joints or chest congestion, soak pine needles in a still body of water, creating a bath, and have the patient lie in it. It works best if the water is warm or even hot; this can be found in SunClan’s territory.
THE TERRITORY
NightClan lives in a damp pine forest, a mixture of human-planted conifer plantations reclaimed by the wild, with dirt tracks winding through them, and wild-grown pines. The Western border falls off into a steep, menacing cliff, with pine forests stretching out as far as the eye can see beyond the drop. Numerous rivers make their way through the territory, some more dangerous than others.
THE CAMP
NightClan dwells in a subterranean cave, part of a cenote filled with salt-heavy turquoise water. The camp is reached by a narrow stone path, bordered on both sides by solid rock, that descends from the surface (middle top of the image). Moonlight filters in through the mouth of the cenote, but the cave is still dark and damp - just as NightClan cats prefer it. There are countless rocks and climbing places - apprentices especially challenge each other to rock-climbing on the walls and the numerous stalagmites growing up from the cave floor - and one in particular, reaching upward in the middle of a rounded cavern with moonlight pooling upon it, is where the leader addresses the Clan.
The water isn't good for drinking, but the braver cats don't shy away from swimming; as such, NightClan cats will often have a fine layer of salty silt in their fur.
THE LEADER'S DEN
Situated behind the tower of rock from which the leader addresses the Clan; it contains its own pool of fresh water and the leader sleeps at the top of the rocky mound.
THE MEDICINE DEN
CAMP, CONTINUED
The further you get into the cave, the lower the ceiling, the darker it becomes, and the eerier it gets. Only the most foolhardy apprentices go there on dares. There is a secret way out of camp through a twisting tunnel that only NightClan cats know.
OTHER TERRITORY FEATURES:
☆ Old, overgrown wooden railway track on the side of a hill
☆ Old, stone bridge across one of the many rivers; one of the few that hasn't completely crumbled from the moisture of NightClan's air. There's an old watermill beside it
☆ Dilapidated tree house with accompanying swinging wooden walkways between the trees
☆ Mystical stone circle at the edge of the woods; you might see a ghost or two on a cold, misty, moonlit night
☆ Underground waterfall and beautiful, salty blue waterways, accessed by the mostly-collapsed tunnels leading away from the cenote camp. Take care; the water is uncommonly deep, despite its clear, peaceful appearance, and more than one kit has been lost to it over the years
☆ Abandoned twoleg cottage with an overgrown garden and a pond in an old, humid greenhouse; excellent for finding especially strong herbs at
☆ Old, ruined church with most of its roof missing and a graveyard
☆ Empty (hopefully) bear cave
☆ Second abandoned railway track with wooden sleepers leading through a cave and into a tunnel in the hillside; being a disused mining tunnel that leads deep, deep into the cliff and earth, it's far smaller than the railway track meant for carrying passengers - and far more dangerous. Old equipment litters the seemingly endless tunnels - be careful down there; it's easy to lose the way out
☆ Shallow, pebbly waterway in a mossy canyon
☆ Ancient Roman bath house, long since fallen to ruin and forgotten by modern twolegs; the forest has reclaimed it, and there are hosts of secrets to be found within
☆ Beyond the Northern waterfall, into rogue territory, lies the lonely thunderpath - a vast, desolate highway bordered by towering redwoods and seemingly in an eternal swath of dark mist. Every so often a car will drive past with its headlights cutting through the fog, but all it does is beg the question: is it scarier when there is the danger of twolegs upon it, or when it's empty? What lurks beyond the mist when you're alone?
☆ Old twoleg paths winding between the plantation rows, covered by fallen logs
☆ After the burgeoning instability of Aspenstar's tyrannical reign, which saw SummerClan subjugated and a tense, fatigued NightClan treading on eggshells around a paranoid dictator, she has disappeared. Her deputy, Kier - promoted as a Primal Instinct trainee from beyond NightClan's ranks and without their blessing - has stepped up to take her place, and very few NightClan cats are happy about it. What Aspenstar started was only the beginning; this will be cruelty to its very extreme.
PLOT To be announced! At the moment, in-world, Aspenstar remains leader; her disappearance and the ensuing brutality of Kier's regime will take place shortly, once fox is settled into her role. For now, continue roleplaying as normal! ♥
TRAINING GROUPS
STAFF UPDATES
☆ ian has stepped down as leader and taken with them a beloved and legendary character; please thank them for being a wonderful, inspirational leader. fox has taken their place; excuse her while she gets comfortable! goldcrest will be the new deputy.
Thanks also to Achromatic for the gorgeous old layout; it will be missed.
LEADERSHIP
LEADER played by fox
KIER the cruel
mate: Eris (goldcrest)
kits: none
CLAIMING TO BE SANE BUT I'M JUST ASYMPTOMATIC
A slight, skinny black tom with seething grey eyes. He's bony, weak, and has large fennec fox ears. All his life, he’s been underestimated and cast aside, a lackey to his perfect sister and a punching bag to his charismatic brother. His short pelt is littered with scars and he’s developed a hunched way of standing and walking, having learned making himself small and insignificant is the best way to weasel his way out of his brother’s sadistic cruelties. But none of this has left him merciful or gentle; it’s turned him slimy and toady, submissive on the surface and venomously jealous on the inside, a tinderbox waiting to ignite. Far from the injustices of his youth making him insecure, he’s a latent narcissist, believing himself above everyone around him. He hates his brother viciously and resents his sister. Though both his siblings believe him to be stupid, he’s uniquely gifted at twisting illusion and reality, rumour and misunderstanding, deception and truth - with useless claws and no fighting skill to speak of, he’s learned, quietly, that his best weapon is the words he can twist and poison. He’s a bit of a yandere and is good at gaslighting, though he perhaps believes himself to be a little cleverer than he actually is. Once he fixates his attentions on you, you’d best run. He has a nervous twitch that comes out when he’s particularly riled up or excited by his own scheming; it mainly affects his head. His voice is quiet and obsequious, often fawning, though he has a deadpan, biting sense of humour when his true self occasionally slips through the snivelling veneer. Violence and cruelty inflicted on others by others - especially the drawn-out, slow kind - send a quiver up his spine; they’re the finest foreplay, and he loves to watch. He considers everyone around him to be base and stupid, driven by some instinct he himself is above and easy to manipulate. His treatment of friends and family forms the tragedy of all their lives; they trust him, and he holds them in contempt. He can be quiet, head bowed, strategically dumbing himself down; and, mostly while alone, he can be psychopathically unhinged and acidicly jealous, at times possessing a special brand of dramatic, incendiary flair. He loves to line metaphorical dominoes up in a row and see how they fall, watching with a darting-eyed sort of reverent glee. In a word, he’s brutal precisely because he looks so submissive and harmless. He has the true makings of a killer about him. When still only a trainee, he preyed on Aspenstar's growing paranoia and won himself the deputyship of NightClan for the price of murdering the son of one of the League's oldest bloodlines: his father. An Iago, but maybe this time he slips out into the streets of Cyprus and leaves the carnage upon the bed.
DEPUTY played by goldcrest
to be announced
MEDICINE CAT played by honeystorm
PINESIMMER
mate:
kits:
Jealousy is a powerful motivator, and Pinesimmer has plenty of it. Aspendust should never have become leader, and he isn't entirely sure how she managed it. There must have been a mistake somewhere, and he can't look at her without some internal disgust in his pine green eyes, someone so lowly in his rightful place. He isn't sure how his family doesn't see it either. He can play nice enough, though. For a time. It's incredibly easy to set him off, his temper always simmering beneath his brown pelt, with it's light and dark speckles that give him an appearance similar to treebark. Even without trying, his leader sister easily seems to set him off, and he is constantly working to ruin all the things she does, whether in her personal life, or for NightClan as a whole, despite his family's displeasure.
MEDICINE CAT APP. played by none
to be announced / tryouts to be held
ROYAL PHYSICIAN played by goldcrest
ERIS
mate: Kier (fox)
kits: none
She has been fascinated with the rules of life, how she could break and remake and test the limits of this utterly and completely natural, unstoppable thing. Passion mixed with stupidity is often a dangerous thing, and when you throw a dash of obsessiveness and the very definition of insanity in there, well you've got Eris. She's a thinker, but often her thoughts aren't in the right place. A simple brown tabby a little on the smaller side, her accidental charm mixed with a doll-face and an infectious smile makes her difficult to say no too. She's social, but not because she wants to meet friends, but because they are nothing but tools to further her research. Nothing she does is actually successful--no matter how good she got at taking apart and putting back together small animals, they never seemed to come back. She is almost creepily optimistic, a constant "glass-half-full" type of gal, she is always thinking of ways to make things better, make things work, and is constantly coming up with new solutions to her problems that may or may not work. She's adventurous, fearless especially in the things she does, but prefers to not get her paws dirty. She isn't one to do the killing, more the one to keep the body hidden for later research. Besides her strange obsession with the dead and undead alike, she likes to look at the smaller puzzles under life. She likes just observing the things around her, exploring secrets and learning everything she possibly could. She often accidentally finds trouble, but always has a way to worm herself out of it mostly unscathed.
THE RANKS
THE LOYAL GUARD your occupation's the salvation of the hearse trade
NOTE: Current Loyal Guards to be demoted unless they swear devotion to Kier; sycophants to be promoted. Start grovelling.
DAWNBRINGER roleplayed by LAVELLEN Dark brown fur, not quite dark enough to be compared to the night sky, but not light enough to be compared to the rising sun. It's almost a sick joke that gave Dawnbringer his name, or at least he believes, especially when his lighter-colored sister was named after the opposite time of day: dusk. Despite this, he never held any hatred for his sister, instead he had always come to her defense when clanmates questioned her ginger pelt whenever he could, but there were many times that it happened when he wasn't around. Because of his father's fascination with the cosmos, Dawnbringer grew up with stories of the stars and sky. Stories that he had found uninteresting, but he listened anyway, since his father seemed to enjoy talking about it so much, and his sister took to the fascination. He just never had the heart to tell them that it bored him, as they were his weak spot. His father, Potionmaster, his sister, Duskveil, and her mate, Darkmeadow. The three cats that he swore would be the only ones in his heart, the ones that he had accepted as family. Of course, no family can stay together forever, and it tore Dawnbringer to shreds when his father died. His death had put a rift between him and Duskveil - a small rift, but one that caused a partial falling out that they are only beginning to repair. Of course, he would still do anything for her, despite their current state, and considers her mate as his family, especially since she had been around since they were kits. His vibrant green eyes are a reflection of his father's, which serves as a fragment of memories long since passed. MATE:
MOONBLIGHT roleplayed by ACHROMATIC The moon has many faces, and Moonblight is no different. He has a face for his friends, a face for those in authority, and a face for only himself. Despite his own desire to seem fearless and proud, it's hard to see Moonblight as anything other than the fluffy cat with a face like an angel. Pelt dappled with mottled greys and cream patches on a bed of white fur, it's clear why he was named after the moon. His amber eyes are bright and clever, always looking for some mischief to get into. A silvertongue with a way with words, he seems to always find his way into trouble and out before anyone even realizes. Growing up, he never really knew who his parents were, only that his father was a grey cat, just like himself with a name that didn't sound like it came from the clans, and whispers about their cursed lineage. At five moons, he found himself in MoonClan with nothing, not even his name. He had changed it the moment he arrived in order to fit into the clan better. That was it, wasn't it? To fit in. He's learned how to keep his thoughts and his feelings to himself, presenting his outer face as whatever others need him to be. He'll be happy with those who want to have fun, somber with the serious, sly with the mischievous, so much that he barely remembers who he is on the inside anymore. He's competitive, striving for attention and the adoration of others, having little attention given to him as a kit. What he truly strives for is change; he sees life as phases similar to the moon, and if one part doesn't fit, he exchanges it for another, searching for what his heart truly wants, acceptance. MATE: Sagebristle
SAGEBRISTLE roleplayed by SUNLIGHT Sagebristle is not an easy cat to befriend, by any means. She's abrasive, mistrustful, and often sharp-tongued to the point of immediately alienating anyone who speaks to her. Many older cats know how she came to Nightclan, yowling and fighting off the guard captain after being abandoned on the border as a kit. They know her as the undersized, scrawny, and scrappy apprentice who often bullied others, and then as the sullen and withdrawn warrior with a temper. But few, if any, know the real Sagebristle- the one who knows it's easier to make others hate her for her actions rather than let them in and risk them hating who she is. The one who fears caring for anyone and being abandoned again. The one who questions why even her father wouldn't love her. All of that fear is buried underneath her antagonism, under her russet-tinged tabby pelt and angry amber eyes. Sagebristle is a good fighter, despite her permanently undersized frame, due to her speed and her willingness to use unconventional and underhanded tactics. Coupled with her intellect and perception, Sagebristle is a good warrior, but not an easy cat to be around. MATE: Moonblight
PRIMROSETUFT roleplayed by ASH A slender grey she-cat with a long feathery coat, and a lighter hued patch of fur on her chest. Her eyes are a blinding orange, contrasting against her dull fur. It almost makes her eyes look ghostly and unreal. Primrosetuft was born to a loving mother, her father was unknown. Despite her asking when she was a kit, her mother made it clear that it didn't matter who her father was. She was loved and cared for, and had nothing else to ask for. Primrosetuft was the only surviving kit from her mother's litter, and therefore had no siblings. Tragedy was soon to strike, and her mother passed away. It was then that she was fostered by Aspenstar's mother and became apart of their litter. The feline grew up close to the other kits, and still considers them her siblings even now. Though, she will always remember her mother's kind and loving embrace, even if she can hardly remember her voice now. Primrosetuft grew to be a strong and loyal warrior of NightClan. Often times she is observative, and calculative. Can be misjudged often, due to her quiet nature. MATE:
WARRIORS
BLACKSEA roleplayed by honeystorm A sleek black, nonbinary feline with one stormy grey eye, and one deep copper eye. Like many wandering loners, they simply waited at the border of NightClan and requested to join, and like many found their place within the clan. They don't actually have a set personality yet cause Sen didn't think that deeply into this, they just needed more NightClan cats to RP, LOL.
CANARYNIGHT roleplayed by simplylight He’s an ocean, uncharted territory. His soul is the kind you can drown in as very few areas are shallow. It takes a strong person to survive the depths he’s been through. He’s the most addictive danger you’ll happily fall for. Canary is a golden yellowish colored tom with a cowlick on his forehead with a red diamond shape. His emerald eyes seem to penetrate right through a person like a claw, razor sharp and unsafe. He has bones that can withstand hurricanes and fire surging in his bloodstream. He seems to do everything possible to make himself unlikable, distant from the clan. He came to them as a kittypet after he was found with a horrifically injured shoulder. He’s very level headed, but things always seem to go wrong for anyone around him and always right for himself
CHASINGDREAMS roleplayed by lavellan Today the sun was shining and the flowers had begun to bloom, there was no better day to die. To descend into the dark sleep and awake in a world of stardust and light where the summers breath is warm and refreshing like sunlight's gentle beams. What better glory is there than the sweet release of a soul moving from one world to the next? Death was like a storm, some survived brushes with it while others succumbed to its wrath. But on a long enough timeline everyone eventually would fall to the storm of death. But there were some who were storm chasers and there were none that fiercely followed tragedy and loss like Chasingdreams. StarClan was her wonderland and she was the fallen angel who hadn’t the wings to fly to the haven. Death was never an end, but merely the next chapter of something utterly beautiful. At a young age her siblings had all but left joining the mythical realm of the afterlife while she was stuck in the world of war, blood, and hate. How she longed, how she envied her family for being in such a gorgeous place that she could not follow. She had long ago learned that you could not simply decide to join StarClan, but must die a worthy death. Still her mind itches for the beautiful day where she would die and descend into wonderland. Chasingdreams is a lighter grey and white tabby, with streaks of orange flowing through her pelt and soft green eyes.
CERULEANSWIRL roleplayed by seeker A pureblood Nightclan cat through and through. Ceruleanswirl has a beautiful tabby coat with deep water blue eyes. Ceruleanswirl is charismatic and charming, with an almost... transatlantic accent? The tom is smart and agile, with a deep love and constant need to always learn and know more. He has a healthy competition going on with Skunkstripe, which has gone on since the two were apprentices. He's loyal and generous, the exact kind of cat you'd want to have in a clan. However, he also guards his innermost thoughts, feelings, and hopes and fears under all of his charisma. He'll be the last to admit he admires toms, and strikes up flirtations with she-cats even though he doesn't want it to go anywhere. Basically, he uses them as a coverup and then breaks things off just before they get serious. Will he ever give himself grace to open up? For the sake of his sanity, let's hope so.
ENDURINGENDURANCE roleplayed by ashestoashes Swirls of blacks and greys run through his pelt, but splashes of white run across his toes to his chest and ending with a black mask on his face. His eyes shine like two pale citrine gemstones. This tom is a diligent tough warrior who doesn't mind putting in the hard work. Enduringendurance has only ever known how to do things on his own so asking for help isn't easy for him. Although it doesn't seem it he is actually quiet the romantic full of gooey sappy love. Tough but sensitive sums him up perfectly.
FLOODFATE roleplayed by Cleaver Being normal is being a failure. After watching his driven, successful father take on the world and never give up, he knew he could never he an average cat. It feels wrong to be average, to be forgotten, and he believes he must strive for beyond. Though Floodfate was never the hero of the story, he didn't want to be the villain either; but he's prone to jealousy and bitterness and ignoring his emotions, and he lashes out and makes bad choices and takes the easy route of criminal behavior. He was doted on by his leader early in life and though he loved the attention, the rebellious little tom was too upset to see her giving his brother special treatment as well. He lashed out and refused to listen to her after that, angry that she treated him like a child and tried to restrict his freedom. By the time the floods destroyed his home, he was already planning on running away, and when they moved to SunClan the young initiate found himself allured by the Shadow Era cats. When the plan went south he fled with some of the other rogues and made his life as a loner stealing from others, until one day when he was caught and barely escaped with his life. He fled to NightClan and changed his name to Floodfate, where he seeks to escape his roots without a clear path to do so. He doesn’t know how to avoid falling back on his old destructive and criminal habits, and he fears being normal, so he's trapped on a hill he climbs. Emotionally distant, he has never known how to share his feelings and struggles to understand his own emotions, much less anyone else's. He's vain and self-centered and never had a chance to properly grow up. Floodfate hates being babied and not taken seriously, and cats used to fawn over his cherubic looks, though luckily they've stopped after his looks were marred by his latest scars. He's suspicious of other cats and doesn't know how to let them get close or how to accept help, and cats that come on too strong or flirtatious freak him out. Floodfate doesn't know how to trust anybody but himself, and though he knows he needs a new life, he doesn't know what it looks like or how he'll get there. A rounded solid gray tom with white markings, Floodfate bears the marks of his former life: the fur hasn't grown back over the deep scars on his chest and shoulder, and his left ear is missing along with part of his upper lip.
HYENAPROWL roleplayed by bauble A great length of spine bisects this tall, skinny tom -- the vertebrae are like spears, fighting to prod through his sandy fur in ridges and valleys. His dark amber gaze is savage in its glow, the windows of soul that’s spent too long at the edge of survival. At three months of age he was orphaned and alone, with dark, rain-wet alleys as his harbor. He blended amongst rodents, scrapping and tugging for every morsel; and as he grew, so did his appetite, eventually venturing to find live prey. That’s when he was found by the world, and when he discovered it; he drifted into Nightclan on a night that chilled to the bone, a dodgy rogue with an anonymous face, who needed a warm place to duck his head for a time. One night turned into two, two to four, and suddenly he was a permanent fixture. Hyenaprowl is a serviceable and dependable warrior, particularly in the heat of battle or when his clanmates find themselves in a tight squeeze. That’s when others are glad to have him around. Still, the hostile nature of his past defines him to this day. Don’t come to him for smiles and assurances... this tom has no appetite for weakness … but he can find respect for those with the will to fight to survive.
INFERNALKAISER roleplayed by Honeystorm Black tom with blue eyes. Suffers from paranoia and occasional hallucinations that make him unhinged,and Rasputin's belief that he hears voices has convinced Infernalkaiser he is hearing voices telling him how great he will become and must become. Ambitious. Tends to lash out especially during an episode. Distrustful. Intelligent. Observant.
MOTHSCATTER roleplayed by goldcrest He exists as the night, as everything that is dark and secretive and lost is him. One should not trust his kind features so quickly. A trans tom; his pelt is a soft white, though the bright orange can be distracting. Sparse patches along his body, but the vibrant hues that splash across his eyes, ears, and muzzle give him a masked look. The colours are dark and blazing like fire, his eyes are a light olive green, and his fur is soft yet messy, knotted, like he doesn’t have enough time to clean it. As a kit, he had wandered too far one day, and waited too long until his family had gone on without him on their constant stream of travels, their never ending movement. His old name, Amos, was one he chose when his old one no longer fit, but it unused, though not forgotten. He tried to keep his sister's face secure in his memory, because he had convinced himself they would meet again one day. Under the safeness of dusk, he built himself along his solitary travels, measured and constructed every vital part, every minor thing, until he was something that could survive. When his kitten fluff soon wore off and he was unable to get most of the commons to pity him, he learned to be useful, to do anything and do it well because it kept him around long enough to get their scraps. A jack of all trades, there doesn’t seem to be a single task he can’t complete. There’s a hint of charm, hidden amongst friendly faces and sarcastic quips, but who knows if it is just another mask. He has a collection, each porcelain thing chosen precisely based on whoever he’s talking to. He had no need to stand out in a crowd, it would get him nowhere, and so he learned to blend in, hid himself among them. And, like how a moth is drawn to the light of a torch despite how it will burn him, he’s always liked the excitement, the danger, the things he could do when he cut fear from his life. Though he moves with purpose, he enjoys the whimsical feeling of a simple existence — enjoys making others laugh, because their joy is so infectious that he feels it too, and watching the clouds, and chasing fireflies. He appears as two halves of a whole that haven't quite come together yet. There is something young about him, and perhaps it’s his hidden playfulness, or the way he gets irritable and temperamental, or his small collection of trinkets he’s taken “for the road,” and yet at the same time there is something aged and ancient and wise, calculating, rough, weathered. He is a kind soul if it can get him by, and a cruel one if it will do the same.
PUDDLEHAZE roleplayed by seeker "the young hero with a great destiny who wants nothing more than to sleep in; has difficulty speaking but feels obligated to talk often; reluctant optimist." Destiny?? Who said anything about destiny? What do you MEAN by destiny? And excuse me, sleeping in is wonderful. Putting that thought aside, (thank you Puddle), Puddlepaw is a fluffy cream cat with black colored points. His eyes are slightly crossed, as many siameses' are, and they're a light, clear crystal blue. Puddlepaw has a nasty case of stage fright and social anxiety. He doesn't like when the spotlight is directed at him, but you might never know with the way he never shuts his mouth. He feels the need to talk, often times overexplaining himself or exhausting the point to where no one wants to listen to him anymore. Despite these things about him, he's very kind and optimistic. He loves his brothers, and he gets along with Rabbitpaw just as well. From a young age, they are all he's had to rely on. His mother passed young and he never ever knew his dad. Although he's a nervous sort of wreck, and he's been through events an apprentice shouldn't have to go through, at heart he tries to be hopeful about his future and his place in his clan. He's most definitely not his brother when it comes to training (warrior tasks are a bit more difficult for him, he does have to try harder), but he is an extremely hard worker and will get the job done... eventually.
RABBITSTRIKE roleplayed by ashestoashes A white she cat with ginger spots in her face and orange tail with amber eyes, Rabbitstrike doesn't seem all that weird. Well she is missing a few toes thanks to frostbite that took them when she was a kit, and always seems to find dead bodies and just seems unlucky. Other than she is completely normal in everyway possible. She is an independent soul that loves to be around other cats, especially her best friend Violetpaw. When other's ask why he is her best friend her reply is that he is the coolest cat she knows and he is fun to be around. She has no idea that he feels obligated to being her mate but rather thinks he just likes to hang out with her as much as she likes to hang out with him.
RUSTSPIRAL roleplayed by ian A dark ruddy tom with pale green eyes. Rustspiral might be one of the laziest cats you could ever meet. Unbothered by assignments, he does things at his own pace, which is painfully slow. Prone to taking naps in the trees when he should be hunting, Rustspiral is an endearing tom who has a penchant for grand gestures. Sort of clumsy but never willing to back down from a scuffle, he's pretty much exactly what you'd expect out of a stereotypical twenty something who still lives at home and has his mom do his laundry.
SEAWATCH roleplayed by Cleaver Everything in his life is the product of his own hard work and ingenuity - a lesson he will never forget. Seawatch came from nothing, a rogue, and fought hard to become an apprentice, and a skilled one at that. He has little innate physical ability and had to work twice as hard as the others to keep up. Now he’s a warrior and prone to taking risks to prove his worth. He will go out in a blizzard or dive to the bottom of the river to help another cat, start conflict over prey that barely crossed the border, and if anyone tries to stop him, he will tear them down to nothing. Seawatch lacks empathy for others; he can pity them for their plights but honestly they rarely compare to his own. He can’t relate, even when they’re in a similar place to him, so sometimes he’s overly harsh and cold and doesn’t regret it. Difficult to become close to, not one to rant to, but will return your investment tenfold. Awkward around Fishcrow's kits but they see him as the cool uncle.
SILKSIREN roleplayed by bauble A pale unblemished creature, with a heart-shaped face slashed by a canopy of black lashes, she gives the impression of danger shrouded in its most seductive form. Her frame is supple but muscular, a curvaceous shape that evokes walking steel, or paradoxically, the delicate material of a ghost woken from its slumber. Her speech is measured and precise, with a lilt that suggests intelligence, completely at odds with a brutality that she so rarely shows; perhaps that’s what’s most dangerous about her. Her honeyed heart is tempered by a wolfish waggishness enunciated by the curves under the silk of her coat. The shocking hue of her bright sapphire eyes speak of the life and the luster that fills her soul. But be warned: as a spider, draped in silk, she spins her sweet deception.
SITH roleplayed by Stark Raving Mad A medium furred, white tom with red ears. A cat of few words and stoic in nature, he tends to carry a neutral aura about him. Not many things catch his interest, and he doesn't go out of his way to befriend or do nice things for others. Honestly if it weren't for his unusual appearance he would likely fade into the backdrop. Unfortunately he stands out, and not in the best way. Hard to overlook and unforgettable. Sith has always hated this about himself, and hates being the center of attention. Due to this he doesn't fit a leadership type, though when he has one he is very goal oriented and will do whatever it takes to succeed. He prides himself on his keen senses and sharp claws, both of which make him an exceptional tracker. Fueled by fear quite literally, he lives for the thrill of the chase. Once he smells fear he can't help himself, he becomes insatiable and will say and do anything to keep the terror flowing.
SKYLARK roleplayed by shadow "When I'm feeling lonely, sad as I can be, all by myself on an uncharted island in an endless sea. What makes me happy? Fills me up with glee? Those bones in my jaw that don't have a flaw: my shiny teeth and me." The screams of the crowd, the hyperventilation of the fans that felt blessed to even stand in his presence, the dads that left their children alone with evil babysitters so they could hang out with someone far younger than them – Skylark's seen it all in his days. He's popular, sure, and he's grateful to every single being on the face of this planet who's willing to give him the time of day, let alone the praise that always seems to follow him around, but that isn't everything. Yeah, he's attractive, he knows this. Yeah, he has teeth that could light up the night sky, of course. But deep down? Well... "My shiny teeth that twinkle, just like the stars in space. My shiny teeth that sparkle, adding beauty to my face. My shiny teeth that glisten, just like a Christmas tree." Skylark's no god. Sure, he's worshipped like one, but at the end of the day, it's all a farce. Something that his fans have built up about him because he has a glittering smile and the voice to rival angels. At the end of the day, though, he's just a nice, friendly, down to earth guy that wants what anyone else does: peace, comfort, and love. 'Course, not everyone can have everything they want. Instead of being able to enjoy his days and sleep restfully on his nights, he performs for his audience, panders to their every whim, and allows himself to be lost in the pizazz of it all. "You know they'd walk a smile just to see me smile, my shiny teeth and me. Yes, they're all so perfect. So white and pearly. Brush, gargle, rinse, a couple breath mints – my shiny teeth and me." A traveling performer, he's never stayed in one place for very long and has been so busy both attempting to please his cult fanbase – while also running away from them – that he couldn't even celebrate his own birthday. Once he stumbled across NightClan, he was certain he'd be able to live a quiet life under the stars, just himself and his shiny teeth. Nothing ever goes to plan, though, and once more he finds himself surrounded by fans, though he has to admit: it's far better now than it ever was. "My shiny teeth so awesome, just like your favorite song. My shiny teeth, I floss 'em so they'll grow to be real strong. My shiny teeth, I love them and they all love me. Why would I talk to you when I've got thirty-two, woo– my shiny teeth and me." Like anyone else who longs for genuine companionship, Skylark hopes to one day find the person of his dreams, no matter the gender: it's the personality that counts. He's had his ups and downs, especially his downs in the form of a she-cat that he won't name for her privacy but who he had no problem singing a song about. Perhaps being in NightClan, though... maybe it'll give him the chance to find everything he's dreamed of and more. "You know they'd walk a mile just to see me smile. My shiny teeth and me."
SHADOWPIKE roleplayed by woof For the first time in his life, Shadowpike is grateful to be unremarkable appearance-wise. Even if his story, one that he's sure spanned past simply SummerClan’s borders, would distinguish him from the herd, no one would immediately connect Goldenshadow's abuse of his mate and children to the disarming rogue that turned up in NightClan one evening. There's no shadow of the wronged son in his confident stance or chipper attitude, nor does he mention very much about his past at all, despite his chatty and curious demeanor. Far from the same tom that left SummerClan as an apprentice, accepting his birthright extinguished the childish glow from his twinkling amber eyes, tinging them with a bit of the darkness he spent his first several moons denying was in him. Physically, he's still the spitting image of SummerClan's hardworking Pikepaw, with his copper-brushed fur and sun-bright grin, but he's taller and more filled out, lacking the same anxieties as before, and more willing to lean into the inconsistencies of morality.
SNOWBLISTER roleplayed by goldcrest Heavy weighs the guilty mind, and Snowblister’s pale blue eyes are especially haunted. It was an accident, just not the type she told everyone about — her sister didn’t trip into the water, unfortunate enough to not know how to swim. She was pushed, a detrimental, playful shove, still an accident, but a secret she will carry to the grave. An act of evil that had permanently stained her world view. Nothing was quite the same after that; her shadow isn’t hers, it is small and dainty, and holds the youthfulness and size of a kit. Occasionally, out of the corner of her eye, she sees shadows as tall as mountains, all pointed ears and teeth and not much else, but when she points either of these things out, she is met with confused, concerned looks. Her white fur is messy, wind-turned and ruffled, and she comes across as usually poetic, excitable, almost gleeful, though her gray-pointed face is strangely drawn, there is a pessimistic tone to her words, and she can be rather cruel, because she has already done the worst and there is nothing quite below that. Snowblister can’t seem to figure out who she’s supposed to be, she is a contradiction of herself, acting one way for a moment and another the next. Eager to do good, to make up for what she’s done, she has also accepted that the possibility is unlikely, that she is evil to her roots, and it's something she can’t ever escape from. Her corrupted view of herself bleeds into the world around her — she believes that nobody is capable of truly being good, that there is always underlying evil, that nobody can be pure of heart. There is not one person she fully trusts, and those she grows close too are often dropped soon after, for fear she will corrupt them more. She believes she must save everyone from themselves, has burdened herself with the responsibility for a problem she made up herself. Her own guilt has misguided her, all her attempts to free others has only been an attempt to free herself from her own ghost.
SPIDERBEAUTY roleplayed by ashestoashes A long legged she-cat with a point fox like face and large eyes. Her fur is a soft ivory with bold mink markings on her face and legs. Her eyes are a vibrant blues. While she is mostly relaxed around her sister, she can come off as unfriendly, sarcastic, and quirky to those that don't know her. She has a lot of strange hobbies that she likes to upkept, but she keeps these out of the prying eyes of some of her more judgmental clanmates. Like her sister she believes in Starclan, but not as strongly. Spiderkit was born to a single mother along with her sister, Mantiskit. She never knew who her father was and it was deemed when she was much older that her father wasn't from Nightclan making her and her sister half Nightclan. Her relationship with her sister Mantisopera is great and they've been close since they were young. She finds her sister to be more chaotic and not as creative as she is and lacks an eye for beauty. She often finds herself lending her sister her ear so she can vent about her troubles in life. These two can be found chatting together at the end of each night gossiping about the rumors they heard throughout the day. The two sisters are inseparable and do almost everything together. They volunteer for the same patrols, hunt together, and she will even try and convince her sister to partake in her odd hobbies.
STRANGEMATTER Roleplayed by Stark Raving Mad They say the most dangerous substance in the universe comes from the heart of a neutron star. Ordinary matter, in its base form, is created by quarks, but in the collapsed core of a supergiant star, there exists a higher form of matter, more stable than our own, and under the pressure of colliding celestial bodies, strangelets can escape and being the ideal state of matter. The problem with that is once it's out, it may convert everything else into strange matter of its own, only ever being stopped by the crushing pressure of a black hole. In a way, Strangematter differs from his namesake. He's not particularly stronger, or heavier than most other cats; his paws are large and his square set form seem don't exactly lend itself to brute strength as much as it leads to clumsiness, his curious hazel eyes wide and full of light don't seem like much of a threat. His short russet fur doesn't puff out into a large form either; there's not much that's intimidating about this cat at all. However, like strange matter, he can be extremely convincing. Emotional stability is his middle name; he's always the calm face of reason, the one who gives orders with such confidence that he seems in charge even when he isn't. They say that when strange matter comes into contact with something, it can only convert everything to what it is, and in a way, Strangematter embodies that. He's idealistic and sees the world in black and white; there's only his way and he'll do anything to prove how right he is, but he understands the power of being liked, and the power of showing over telling. He values looking at a bigger picture and keeping things in the right place; he sees himself as the dark matter that holds together galaxies.
TWILIGHTDANCE roleplayed by bauble When the owl calls and the mother’s usher their children in for the night, at that hour when the blue fades to the most black, when the stars take their place and twinkle in their casings so brightly that they look as if they could be picked like diamonds from that great canvas of the sky... that hour that draws the breath in with its sublimity. That’s the hour when her soul stirs, when she arcs her head to the heavens and captures that last orange of the sun, crushed and ebbing away, like the spirit of the cat she once was... wild and free. In its place comes the enveloping darkness, still, tranquil, polished in its beauty, and lovely to behold. She sees herself reflected in that image: her fur is middling length, a perfect black texture groomed to a sheen. The darkness is broken by stark white spots that dot the length of her back and shoulders, and crawl up her dainty front legs. Her mother called her Reinette, little queen, and it was her that ensured that she lived up to the name. Wrinkle your nose when you smile. Tip your head when you’re asked a question… just like that. Tuck your paws when you eat. Countless lessons have crafted her into a faultless creature of graces, almost impossible to offend, a joy to be around, and ever the pleaser. But as she searches that twilight sky, the dreams of her mother feel like chains rather than wings. Just as the tranquil night beckons the beasts who come bumping underneath the starlight, darker elements stir in her soul, fighting their restraints.
VIOLETRIDGE roleplayed by Cleaver Neutral and a little distant, Violetpaw isn't guarded so much as he's constantly exhausted by the stresses of life. Not to worry, he's good under pressure, calm and quick-thinking, and not afraid to make drastic moves. Really, pressure is the only thing that clears his head: when his life is still and futile, he gets fidgety and dives into his head. He has to be given a task, a deadline, in order to find some stability in his life. And that isn't a secret. Violetpaw will openly admit it, and even if he doesn't, the violent trembling of his paws gives it away. His paws shake when he's worked up or anxious or honestly whenever he feels any strong emotion, and he can't control it. What he won't tell you is why because Violetpaw is extremely private and refuses to easily divulge any information about himself. He's closes with his siblings because Puddlepaw and Skunkpaw already know everything about him without requiring him to say it. Violetpaw doesn't believe his privacy is an issue; he's a strongly moral cat, so its unlikely he has any dark secrets to hide, and cats seem to appreciate his sense of humor without knowing every minute detail of his life. A dark brown pointed tom with ice blue eyes, resigned to his destiny of life with Rabbitpaw.
ZINNIAWING roleplayed by seeker Zinniawing is a beautiful tabby she-cat with splotches of red and white through her fur. It’s of mid-length, not too long that it tangles, but she also doesn’t have short fur either. Her eyes are a pretty amber orange, full of joy and understanding. Zinniawing was born with a twisted paw, making it so she was unlikely to ever become a warrior. Her mother would’ve liked to send her straight to the elder’s den, or had her stay in the nursery, but Zinniawing would have none of that. She learned how to work with her paw, limp rarely getting in her way, if at all. She persevered through training, ranking high in her class of apprentices despite all odds. Zinniawing is the hype girl anyone would want on their team. She’s easily excited and encouraging, the type to urge people on even if they would rather give up. Although she denounced living in the nursery, this doesn’t stop her from one day wishing to be a mother, nor does it stop her from rooting on queens who wish to stay there as well. She understands not everyone wants to be a warrior and she’s perfectly happy to encourage anyone on the path they choose through this lifetime.
APPRENTICES
DRAGONPAW / MIRAGE roleplayed by seeker pure black cat with yellow eyes and angular features, such as a defined and pointed jaw, with long pointed ears. Dragonmirage is a cat that one might not care to mess with. They're a silent stalker, pawsteps soft, fur the color of shadows. Dragonmirage seems the type of cat you'd expect to find in Nightclan. Mysterious, quiet, and quick to kill. Their loyalty lies in Nightclan. Dragonmirage has a cool temper, the scary kind. They take silent revenge, being nice to your face, but slowly sabotaging in ways one wouldn't figure out. A nest always lumpy so you can't sleep well, so you're easier to manipulate. Disagreeing with anything you say, just to make you doubt yourself. They have a sense of superiority, and is in desperate need of being knocked into their place.
FEATHERPAW roleplayed by woof Devised of old stars that saw no comfort in the direction their home was heading, she was ushered away from moonlit lands to find purpose anew. The ethereal veil of night slips around her sleek frame, a mixture of silvers and whites highlighted by the bright ginger tones in between, and dazzling navy eyes regard everything around her with wondrous interest. Known mostly for her airy demeanor and romantic pursuits, few see her slip into the reticent shades of her darkened moods, brooding over things consumed by vestigial tides shivering against the charred coast.
POPPYPAW / BREEZE roleplayed by ashestoashes She is their mother's spitting imagine, just fluffier. Like all her siblings, she inherited her father's fluffy, thick maine coon style fur, and like her sister, she received their mother's red-orange coloring. Only Poppy didn't get any of the grey's or whites found in the father's fur, but she did get his personality. Even though she can barely remember the cat, she can briefly recall a time when there was the quiet, solid, comforting presence by her side. A sense of right, of home. It has helped her through some tough times and difficult choices, that sensation of what she should do never failing her. Poppybreeze ahs a string sense of justice and right, one she inherited from her father, but the confidence to act on such feelings alludes her. Poppybreeze has no confidence, at least not to speak out against anything, even if she believes herself right.
ROSYPAW / REEF roleplayed by seeker a pretty calico she-cat with green eyes and long fur. Rosyreef is one of Aspenstar's nieces, the daughter of the now deceased Oakleaf and an unknown shecat. She was taken from twolegs at a very early age, enough that she hardly remembers, not that would she want to. Rosyreef loves Nightclan, and being close to her family here. Now, she can stay with her siblings without fear of separation, and she gets to learn stories about her father from her aunt. She's extremely kindhearted, but fiercely loyal, almost to a fault. She feels a constant pull between her family, and her sister, Roaringwinter. Rosyreef is well aware that Roaringwinter despises Aspenstar for taking the three siblings to Nightclan, but she loves her aunt with her entire being. She's independent, though stays beside those she loves. She sees Phantomfox as almost a father figure, since he was the one to help raise her along side Aspenstar.
SAILPAW roleplayed by The Worst Person Alive BioCharming, affectionate, and not afraid of his feelings; Sailkit will tell everyone how he feels about them and doesn’t hold grudges if they don’t reciprocate. Really, the only time he holds back is when he’s embarrassed or ashamed of how he feels, and that’s usually when he’s feeling guilty. Sailkit has a tendency to steal from others - little things, mostly; the soft moss they gathered for their nest, or the prey they buried while on patrol. He can’t help it, and he pretends he wasn’t the thief, but it’s hard to hide so many coincidences. He isn’t proud of it but he doesn’t know what else to do. Description written by Cleaver.
QUEENS & KITS
BLACKKIT / FROST roleplayed by cheetah A cat who is cold and calculating, very logical, Blackfrost is someone who would not steer clear of a battle. A tom who is ready to fight for his clan no matter what. Blackfrost is a logical thinker, even in battle. He would never kill a cat on purpose unless it is for self-defense, and he had no choice. Instead, he would find other ways of harming a cat to try and get some sense into their fox-brained heads. He may seem like a cold cat to others outside his Clan but inside, that is a different story. Blackfrost is a lover, a leader, and someone to rely on for any problems that lay inside his home. He volunteers to lead patrols, hunts, battles, and training new warriors. His love for his clan has no bounds. He would die for his Clan if he has to. Blackfrost was born in December 2021 in NightClan to two NightClan cats who were found outside camp mutated and dead. The scent of rogue cats was all over the place. One of the rogues was found nearby dead, giving the Clan the evidence of the slaughter. His parents, Gloomyheart (His Mother) and Charredface (His Father) were buried with honors, and he was raised by the rest of the Queens of the Clan. Blackfrost hopes to have a mate and kits someday and to maybe adopt kits that need a Father as well as maybe become the next leader of the Clan, through hard work and dedication. For now, he is just enjoying his life as a kit and then onto becoming an apprentice then a warrior, which he hopes that his parents and family would be proud of. Blackfrost is a medium-sized tom with icy blue eyes. His fur is short and sleek to the touch. As a kit he was skinny and ate only a bit of food, wanting to remain sleek and slender. To this day, he remains this way, only eating until he is full and never eating until all the Clan has been fed first. He follows the Warrior Code and never seems to stray from it. Believing that the Code is a guideline for how he should act and what he should do and should never do. He believes that the Warrior Code should never be challenged. This makes him a great warrior and a true Cat that StarClan can trust and honor. A Clan-cat that will follow the ways of the Ancient Clan Cats until he dies.
DEEPKIT / SOUL rolepayed by lavellen ‘Why?’. It’s a question that most mothers get tired of, and one that Deepsoul never stopped asking. What started as a kit’s innocent curiosity about everything evolved into questions about the world. There’s no topic that’s safe from Deepsoul’s wonder. Knowing how things work, learning how others think, it’s all just so interesting to him. In a way, he’s always someone that you can go to for understanding. Deepsoul is great with others, as long as you ignore his constant questions. Others find his open-ended questions bothersome and annoying. After all, how could a cat possibly answer the question of ‘What is the meaning of a good life?’ or ‘Is there inherent order in nature?’. But, if you ever needed a cat to help you understand why you’re feeling the way you are, this is the cat to go to. Of course, as you would expect from a cat like this, these types of questions often keep Deepsoul awake during the day when he should be sleeping. As such, he has a habit of falling asleep at the most inconvenient of times. It isn’t entirely unheard of for him to fall asleep mid-sentence when his insomnia gets bad. Deepsoul is a black cat with white paws and blue eyes, the type of cat that can perfectly fit into the darkness of the night.
EMERALDKIT / CROWN roleplayed by shadow A black she-cat with accents of rust ginger on her belly, chest, and underside of tail and poison ivy green eyes.
FROSTKIT / BACK roleplayed by simplylight The stoic she-cat has white glittery speckles frosted over the patches of black over her back appearing as frost, she is a black and white she-cat. She suffered the most from the cold, as a result she was scorned with frostbite cutting off all her nerves. On the day her adopted father found him StarClan came to him, telling him that his faith would be tested, that he must kill his litter. When Jack refused they offered to give each kit a blessing to help them stay on the righteous path. Fearing for his kits future Jack agreed, but he didn’t know the twisted blessing they would be bestowing on his children. Frostback’s supposed blessing was to be unable to see violence, it was dissociated to her so she wouldn’t be interested in gore or carnage as StarClan feared. On top of being unable to truly understand the weight of violence Frostback has no nerves, her walk is wobbly and in order to become a warrior he struggled more than everyone else, remaining an apprentice for longer. When Frostback learns that her “real family” is in WinterClan she decides to head there so she can become a warrior. Instead she’s locked up and given the name Stumblepaw. Frostback has an unfeeling, cold nature about herself. She’s unable to feel on a physical level and unable to empathize with victims of violence. This inability to feel makes her feel alienated and has the reverse effect of what StarClan intended, now she is more curious of the macabre than most. Frostback is a black and white she-cat with olive green eyes.
FALLINGKIT / HORN roleplayed by cheetah Fallinghorn is a pitch black short-haired she-cat with forest green eyes. She is known for her strength, her aggressive mannerism and ways of getting things done. The sacrifices she makes for her Clan's wellbeing and her noble always being courage and honesty, even if someone didn't or wasn't with her. She is a believer of the Dark Forest and their ways, to an extant. She doesn't believe in murdering someone to make a point or even using her claws. She will only use her claws if she has too, she is a talk before striking kind of cat. Though when she does fight, she gives the other cat or animal something to think about. Fallinghorn was born on December, 30, 2021, in NightClan to Two NightClan Warriors named, Eveningshine; her mother and her Father, Fallenforest. Both parents spent most other time out of the camp hunting and fighting. Neither of them really cared about her, nor wanted her. She was raised mainly by the other queens, who took pity on her. Fallinghorn grew into an apprentice and later on a warrior, that her Clan and home could depend on. She likes to hunt and eat squirrels, mice and frogs, as they are the most challenging to get, which makes it a challenge for her. If she catches, everyone is able to eat it. She hates fish and snakes as she can never really catch one and doesn't like the smell or taste of them. Fallinghorn likes to wear flower crowns because it makes her feel like a queen. Fallinghorn hopes to have a family someday and to become the best warrior that she can become for her Clan. She is willing to accept any high ranking position if she is asked to, else she is just content at being a warrior.
SILENTKIT / MIRTH roleplayed by shadow A munchkin shorthaired white she-cat with patches of dark grey and light green eyes. A mute little one, she is the sister of Glitteringnight and Snowyeve.
STORMKIT / BIRD roleplayed by shadow Out of a liter of three, only one kit looked like their father. Stormbird was named for the multi-colored grey maine coon fur he inherited from his father, one that reminded observers of the sky when covered in storm clouds. Other than his appearance, he is nothing like the cat though. Where Grandslky had been poised, grand, quiet, and respectable, Stormbird is not. He is freedom, a bird wishing to break free, and one that hates being caged up in camp. Constantly seen running about, this tom is a wild child. His fur is never kept and his eyes hold a sense of mischief usually reserved for kits. The cats of NightClan hope he one day grows out of his mischievous ways. But he likes fun, and fun is better than being cooped up in camp all day. The tom will even take a day of training to doing nothing! Especially is that training happens out in the middle of a rain storm, his favorite of all the different ranges of weather.
OLEANDERKIT / CURSE roleplayed by goldcrest She loves the feeling of being loved, adores being the center of attention, whether she's humiliating herself or not, because it means she's worthy, she's not being ignored, that in the moment, she wouldn't be left behind. She will perform if her audience will laugh, she will continue to sing and dance even if they are throwing rotting food her way, she will play games with people's hearts because she knows she can win them and because she knows she can quit the game any time she wants. A petite white she-cat, her fur not very fit for a Nightclan cat, but she hardly considers herself one anyway — her kithood was unfortunate, discovered at a young age and taken in after her mother was mauled by a fox. She never felt like she properly fit in, but has tried to force herself since she was a kit, gathering all the information she can and compiling lists of every cat in the clan, their weaknesses, their strengths, their love lives and their problems. A social butterfly, but often her eagerness can be off-putting. It's obsessive, just as she is with everything because she is terrified of losing it. She wears a faux heart on her sleeve and keeps her real one close to her chest, she uses sweet words to keep those she cares about close, to love them a little longer before she moves on. In reality, Oleandercurse is terrified of herself, and even more scared of others finding out why. She knows how shallow she is, knows she isn't kind or gentle, that she only uses people to fill the void in herself, and she is scared that one day she will snap, that she will do something that is irreversible, that she'll do so much damage that she can't ever be loved again. So, she clings onto those she loves, and while she doesn't particularly come off as very kind — more often abrasive and confident — she has a strange system of working to make others happy and then twisting it into her favour, taking it from them and giving it to herself, so that everyone she loves is left with a little piece of them missing.
BADGERKIT / TRICKERY roleplayed by Honeystorm A black and white tom with green eyes and fur that sticks out at odd angles | a chef. a michelin-starred chef. my god, this young man loves cooking. the nursery is constantly sizzling with delicious smells — or, well, it is in his mind. in reality he’s just sitting in a corner mixing mud and leaves together in a bowl. but ONE DAY, he will be a chef. right now he’s just the menace of the nursery because he’s always pestering the other kits - and the mothers - to taste his horrible food. he cooks when there’s drama; he bakes when he’s scared or stressed; he makes mud cookies for story nights and mud soufflé for clan meetings and passes them around among the warriors. if he has a tight deadline for an order, he’ll often be found in a corner somewhere, frantically mixing batter and sweating. sometimes the medicine den is suddenly missing herbs like rosemary, which would be perfect for garnishing dishes with. he has no idea who took it, though. he has a terror that restaurant critics are going to arrive unannounced and so he thinks every visitor to camp is one. his first question almost every morning, with his fur all mussed up and his eyes still full of sleep, is a panicked, breathless, ‘has the critic arrived yet?’ it’s a perfectly reasonable question to him but no one else has any goddamn idea what he’s talking about. one day, though. one day the critic will arrive.
LEVERETKIT / SHIMMY roleplayed by fox A sweet, soft-spoken trans tom with short grey fur, a white underbelly, white forepaws, and milky blue eyes. He’s always happiest when he’s in the wings of life — the sous chef to Badgerkit’s culinary confidence, the nervous wingman, the dresser getting the main actors ready sidestage before they head out to take the spotlight, never expecting a thank you or an acknowledgement, always happy to just smile shyly in the dark and watch them perform. Privately, he has a stash of twoleg comic books that he keeps in a cave by the waterfall; he can’t read them, he just likes to look at the pictures, and he’s a bit of a kleptomaniac. His claws are all but non-existent from an accident involving being raised by a family of sparrows for a week and also from chewing them to the quick; they look more like blunt dog claws than cat ones. That said, he’s surprisingly popular, both for his quiet, side-stage support of others that never craves the spotlight for himself, and his tendency to murmur jarringly witty comments in that tender voice of his. He knows precisely who he is and it’s perhaps this self-assurance, however soft-spoken, that others find attractive.
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