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“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”

•Name•
Calliope
•Age•
28 moons.
•Gender & Sex•
Trans female
•Orientation•
Lesbian
•Rank•
Hunter
•Breed•
Mixed
•Census Description•
A cute, perky, black and red-brown cat with medium-length fur and golden eyes.
•Appearance•
Calliope is relatively small for her age, and her medium-length fur fades from black on her face, to a brown on most of her torso, and finally to a red color near the tip of her tail and near her paws. She’s average looking for a cat, her eyes are just a normal, yellow color. Her nose is black, while her paw pads are pink and covered in black splotches.
•Personality•
She is generally very chipper and optimistic. She enjoys joking around when appropriate. She can, of course, be serious when the situation calls for it, and always tries to look on the bright side of things. When she was younger, she tended to be a bit of a prankster but has since grown out of that. She is slightly self-conscious about her gender and tries her best not to let it get to her. Because of this, she's a bit touchy about people mistaking her for a boy and can get hostile if done repeatedly. She is very affectionate to those close to her and is very loving. She isn't a very strong fighter but she certainly makes up for it by being intelligent and a keen hunter.
•Backstory•
She doesn't like to recall her past often since she used to go by a different name that now makes her uncomfortable. Other than that, She was born in a litter of only three kittens, in which one of them sadly died at only a few weeks of age. Her mother also died while the two remaining kittens were still young. She and her remaining twin brother had a friendly rivalry, always trying to outdo one another, and were very close. Recently, since she's started going by a new, more feminine name, her brother has been semi-distant.
•Family•
Sister, unnamed(Deceased)
Brother, Attis
Father unknown
Mother(Deceased)
•Other Relationships•
None, open!
•Other•
Her voice is soft and quiet, unlike her outgoing, happy personality.
•RP Sample•
Calliope knew she should have stayed close and paid attention, now she was all turned around and lost. "It's my own fault for getting distracted by some dumb bug," she grumbled, annoyed at herself. She was just curious about a weird bug that was flying by, now she couldn’t find a single trace of her brother anywhere! She groaned, trying to remember which way he was heading beforehand. She spent a few minutes roaming around the area in an attempt to catch his scent but to no avail. Surely he’d come back for her, right?
After another five or so minutes of being alone in the forest, she finally saw him a bit away by some bushes, obviously in no rush to go anywhere or to find his sister. She ran to him, greeting him enthusiastically and apologizing for getting lost. She rubbed against Attis and purred, clearly happy to see him, but he seemed unbothered, barely even greeting her back. He almost appeared disappointed that she had found her way back to him. That surely couldn’t be it! Calliope thought, ignoring it and telling herself that she was just reading him wrong.

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Quote: "If you believe, you're already halfway there."

•Name•
Chaos(Night)

•Age•
29 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female(both)

•Orientation•
Bisexual

•Rank•
Sentrie

•Breed•
The Sand cat , also referred to as the “sand dune cat”, is a small wild cat distributed over African and Asian deserts. (The name “desert cat” is reserved for Felis silvestris lybica, the African wildcat.) The Sand cat lives in arid areas that are too hot and dry even for the desert cat: the Sahara, the Arabian Desert, and the deserts of Iran and Pakistan.

•Census Description•
Chaos, an angry fluff-ball with hazel eyes.

•Appearance•
Chaos is a small Sandcat, with bright hazel eyes. The inner orb of her eyes are a russet brown, almost crimson color. As it expands, her eyes turn into a striking oak color. Oh the inner rings of her spectacles are lime greens and emerald green. The sight is almost as if you're gazing upon an open field, with trees darting from the ground as if they were yearning something more than the sun, the soil, and water.
Her pelage is a nice creamy color, like dried grass succumbing to the suns' rays of agony. Her undercoat is almost orange, but is like a new penny, straight from the factory. Her underbelly is a nice dusty white. Upon her front legs, are both jet black lines circling her legs, both at least an inch from each other. Her hind legs and relatively small, compared to her front legs. They are a nice creamy color, just like her overcoat. Her tail is nothing more than a fluffy stub.
She is covered with knotted, unkept fur. She doesn't mind getting muddy, or dirty at all, for that matter. She is extremely fury, and has a touch time coping with the suns blasting heat.

•Personality•
She is an easily irritated cat. It doesn't take much to set this cat off, this is why being a sentrie is a good job for her. At the same time, she handles certain situations with manners, and in an orderly fashion. She is a delicate she-cat with kittens, and she wilts easily to defeated, or helpless animals.
She hates the feeling of guilt, so she tried her best to make most of her day. She follows the rules with respects, and knows when to keep her mouth closed.
She fights with bravery in war, no matter if she is putting herself on the line. She will protect her fellows, and defeat the enemy at all costs. If she fails to complete this small task(small; in her mind.) She doubts herself highly. She will do anything to please anyone, but will also put a cat at easy.
She is not a very good comforter, so it is best not to come to her.
She hates being crowded.

•Backstory•
Chaos was born into a family of 3 out in Iran deserts. Her family cherished her deeply, it was only her. Her brother had died due to malnutrition, because her parents favored her.
She grew as a strong, healthy, and amazing cat. She really didn't mind the feeling of being alone, because she lived in a small family and guessed she explore the deserts all her life, alone, but free and happy.
She quickly learned this was not the life her parents wanted her to have.
"Chaos, you are to move in with your uncle across the sea. Once you are 20 moons old, you need to leave." Coughed her mom, on her last day of life.
Chaos only had a moon left until age 20. She didn't like the idea of living with others, so she took it as a new experience and shrugged it off.
On the day of her leave, she Jumped onto a boat and left.
By the time she got there, she had no idea who her uncle was, what they looked like, and where they are. She asked around and they gave her a name. "Oh him? Nyx? He passed away a moon ago, dear. But there is a group of cats around here you can join, or you can join me. I am Atlas."
She joined the cat, but decided to leave him at age 23 moons and came across the exact group he was telling her of, and joined.
Now here she is.

•Family•
Eos - father - living
Gaia - mother - deceased
Pontus - brother - deceased
Atlas - adoptive father - living
Nyx - uncle - deceased

•Other Relationships•
Rhea - bff - deceased

•Theme Song•
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hHM8nmePsA - Lift off!!

•Other•


•RP Sample•
Her scorched pads glazed upon the dirty ground, her face making only pain-filled faces.
The road beyond her was stone, and blank. On the outer edges of the road were dead plants, wilting away at the touch of the sunlight.
She sighed, the heat was okay and she could bare it. She lived in worse before she came here. Her uncle was dead, it was useless being here. *Should I go back?* She wondered to herself, as she kept trekking on. This climate was too much to handle, crowded, smooshed. Not anything like her favored home in the wide open sandy spaces of the desert.*No, I have a home here much better than I did there.*
She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes, and imagining running through the sandy deserts, sending clouds of it spiraling into the air, behind her hind legs.
She smirked at the thought, and no matter how much her pads hurt, she took of sprinting.
She chest muscles building speed, and she slowly got faster. Her legs working in pairs, knowing their limits and exceeding them. Pain pierced her legs.. and her pads. Now almost every inch of her body was aching, and sore. But she kept on. She will not stop until her heart gives out.
She was much like a cheetah, fast and unstoppable. This is... for the 30 seconds she had of the run.
She slowed down to her steady walking pace she was doing earlier. *Until my heart gives out? More like my lungs.* She chuckled at her joke, and walked into camp.

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Source: zastavki.com

•Name•
Psyche

•Age•
25 moons

•Gender & Sex•
Female

•Orientation•
Straight

•Rank•
Mentor

•Breed•
Maine Coon

•Census Description•
A smoky gray she with vibrant yellow eyes.

•Appearance•
A long furred, smooth furred she cat. Her pelt is smoky gray, and her eyes are a vibrant, glinting yellow.

•Personality•
Psyche is a kind, and care-free she. She is admirable and loves to chatter. But she also is strict at times, especially when a Young Blood is snotty. Though she is compassionate in many ways. She has a sort of motherly way of treating things.

•Backstory•
Psyche was born in the Iliad to a Mentor and Gladiator. Her father, when she was younger, went off to join in a battle. Her father never returned, they only learned that midst the fight he had been killed viciously. Her mother was incredibly upset. Her mother never recovered, retiring and a few days later, dying. Psyche was left without parents, with no one left in her family line but herself. So now she becomes a mentor, like her mother did.

•Family•
All Deceased

•Other Relationships•
Open

•Theme Song•
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6__llZtLW8
Credit goes to Blixemi on YouTube

•Other•
N/A

•RP Sample•
(I'm going to use a sample from a story I have been writing)
Heat.
Sand.
Dry air.
No water.

That's all this desert was, heated, sandy, dry aired, and without water. Her dark coat made her sweat, and she was scanning around the blank desert for a single drop of water.
She knew water wasn't for miles.
Sighing, she continued to walk forward.
Walking was forever.. She was so tired, and it was so hot, her fur was greased in thick, slimy sweat. She shook her head side to side, the slightly cold breeze feeling wonderful against her head. She was tired, eyes down cast as she shielded her eyes from the bright sun. She was tired, and it was obvious. But she couldn't sleep in the sun, she'd roast herself to death. There was something up-ahead. She peered closely, and discovered it was a dead dog, seemingly dead for many years. She shuddered, and went under the shade of a bone-like thin bush. The body was in the sunlight, which made it creepier than it should be at all. It was a complete and utter skeleton. She hated the look of it.

What time was it?
It seemed darker than it was a second ago, and it was like she had fallen asleep or something.
But she did, she fell asleep.
She had passed out from the heat.
Her throat was parched and sore, trickling in pain whenever she swallowed. The sky was blacker than black, peppered in white dots.
She knew what the dots were.
Stars.
Her parents had told her that the stars we're the spirits of the dead when the creatures suddenly disappeared. She remembered being very amazed by this, watching the stars every night.
Her family had spotted a special constellation when she was a pup, they called it the Wolf Constellation, as it was the head of a large furry wolf. She couldn't spot it, though.
She departed from the bush and continued to look for water. She hoped she could find some before the crack of dawn.

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