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silverclouds (#206440)

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2020-09-03 10:07:54

Main Roleplay Thread

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shadowed | character sheets
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<*b>name<*/b>
name here
<*b>group<*/b>
Shattered Claws, New Order, or Outlier
<*b>rank<*/b>
rank here (remove if Outlier)
<*b>gender<*/b>
gender and pronouns here
<*b>sexuality<*/b>
sexuality here
<*b>age<*/b>
age here (use years and months, not moons!)
<*b>personality<*/b>
a detailed personality is preferred over a list of traits, but whatever you want is fine!
<*b>description<*/b>
DETAILED description of your character here! art/stock photo is optional, but recommended!
<*b>history<*/b>
can be brief!
<*b>relationships<*/b>
list of mates, family members, etc. here
<*b>sample<*/b>
At least 200 words of your character trying to make it through a crowded human camp. I want to see your best writing here!
<*b>other<*/b>
anything else?
<*/p>

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silverclouds (#206440)

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2020-09-04 08:34:43

"You are one of the lights, the light of all lights."

name
Aonani {ah-ow-nah-nee | Hawaiian origin, meaning "beautiful light"}

group
Shattered Claws

rank
leader

gender
female (she/they)

sexuality
lesbian demisexual

age
five years and three months

personality
Aonani is a rock in a sea of uncertainty. Loved and respected by the cats of the Shattered Claws for her steadfast, unwavering attitude, she is a beacon of hope in the dark times that have overtaken the City. Always hopeful, cheerful, and trying her hardest to make the best of any situation, Aonani does her best to brighten everyone's day.

While she makes it her mission to bring light and hope into the lives of every cat she touches, Aonani's own life could use some help. With the human's conflict, the threat of the New Order, the issue of being a brand-new leader, and the confusion and fear of every cat around her, she's very, very stressed. While she does her best not to show it, Aonani often wishes that she hadn't been voted as leader, and is beginning to show signs that she may crack from the strain.

description
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Aonani is a beautiful, long-furred molly. Her pelt is soft and silky, and it is usually kept clean and free of debris. Most of her fur is a rusty orange, and she has some white patches under her chin, on the back of her head, and on her underbelly. Aonani's eyes are hazel, and quite large.

history
Aonani was born into the Shattered, but her mother died giving birth to her, and her father was an unknown. However, her kithood was a happy one, surrounded by the caretakers and the many healers of the Shattered. From a very young age, Aonani showed a natural aptitude for healing, and began training with the healers before her eighth month, progressing quickly and becoming well-known in the group for her skill in soothing minds as well as physical injuries (although she was never too good with sickness).

When the human's war began, though, things changed. The previous leader, Atala, was killed by a human bomb, and Aonani, by that time an extremely well-respected cat, was elected leader. While she felt honored at first, Aonani soon began to feel overwhelmed by the position and the struggles that came with it. It's not an honor that she asked for or even desired, after all, and so many cats depending on her is taking it's toll...

relationships
mother ~ Lelani (deceased)
father ~ unknown
siblings ~ none
mate ~ none atm




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Edited on 05/09/20 @ 15:04:32 by Silverstar is tired (#206440)

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Ferus|BO Mark (#206532)

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2020-09-04 08:38:13
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“the soil here is harsh, unwelcoming, and
half the things I love do not grow.”

Name
Bast
Group
New Order
Rank
Healer
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Bisexual, Biromantic. Polyamorous.
Age
4 years, 7 months.

Personality

Reserved yet loving and dependable, Bast is easy to get along with if you treat him with respect. His soft way of speaking and cordial mannerisms often hide how prideful he is. He is a firm believer in pacifism. Though he has taken many a beating from others in the past, Bast has never raised a paw to harm another cat and doesn't intend to ever do so. Despite being convivial Bast rarely allows others to get close to him. This means many of his days are spent alone with his collection of herbs, which he does well to hoard.

Bast's biggest downfall is his pride. He doesn't take kindly to his judgement being invalidated or his opinion overlooked. This leads him to reverting into himself often. He's quick to lose trust in others but bounces back just as fast, never holding a grudge for long. His preservation of dignity also gets tested when he is faced with unfamiliar circumstances. Bast doesn't do well with change and finds it hard to adjust once something drastic has happened. On the rare occasion he does lose his temper outwardly, it is most often when he finds himself under great stress. This abnormal fear of variation is what stems him to keep others at an arm's length. He has little trust in others and deeply fears being left behind once he's developed an attachment.

His greatest attribute is his knowledge and love for healing. Having grown up in the healer's den, Bast quite literally eats, breathes, and sleeps medicinal plants. His mood is most often tied to the seasons and plant growth. He tends to find himself quite depressed in the coldest and hottest months of the year. He has been known to sneak into human's gardens and greenhouses to steal whole plants from time to time. Though he hopes to learn how to grow them for himself one day.

Description
Height: 17 inches.
Weight: 16 lbs.


Bast is a looming figure. He is tall even for a male Maine Coon, standing just over 17 inches in height. He tends to stray on the thinner side due to his constant movement and travel, but not to the point of appearing gaunt or sickly. His busy lifestyle is also apparent in the prominent muscle tone in his legs, shoulders, and hips. Though they're only good for show, as he doesn't engage in battles. His fur leans on the longer side year-round. It is a blend of smoky greys that grow darker down his back and face. Twigs, leaves, and other bits of plant material are often seen stuck in the longer hair on his neck and tail. His eyes are a bright honey colour, outlined by dark grey skin and a face that is heavily littered with scarring.

History
TW; Implied assault, bullying, death.


Relationships

Romantic Interest(s): None, Open to develop during RP!
Relative(s):
Tamu - Mother - Deceased
??? - Father - ???

Other:


Friends/Cousins/Enemies are open! Contact me in OOC!

RP Sample


Other
Theme and Voice
"If I don't see you ever again,
I'll be lost in the dark."



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Arabica[Datrandomcat (#196548)

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Posted on
2020-09-05 11:44:01


name
Ördög
group
New order
rank
Leader
gender
While genetically female,Nonbinary, they/she (First time actually roleplaying a nb character,be easy on me ^^')
sexuality
shhhhhh
age
Roughly seven years and a few months old
description
Ördög is a small tortieshell with short simple fur,and a long almost whip like tail. Their tortieshell fur is patterned in swirly splotches with orange being surprisingly the most dominant colour,but all her toes end in black and black is more apparent on their legs.
Their eyes are that of a bright army green tinted with some aqua hues,and their pupils usually stay on the slitted even under darker circumstances for whatever uncanny reason,but they don't seem to have a problem with their sight,they seem to have a very good eyesight actually.
Despite being small in statue,Ördög is strong and quick and has a more toned frame than for most she-cats but far away from anyone possibly describing them as a muscular brute.
One could guess even from first glance that they have possibly fought quite a bit as their ears carry a few notches and some scars run along their their right hip,lower back,left side,right shoulders and right side leaning,two across their muzzle.

Picture
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history
Ördög comes from simple backgrounds,result from a fling between,to word it kindly,everyday low rank cats no one would bat an eye at,therefore never had a fatherly figure when growing up. Their mother wasn't bad nor abusive,but was most likely a bit unprepared for her litter and could of had cared more for her offspring.
While they usually always had something to eat,it was never a life anyone would call middle class yet alone high class. A strong emotional bond never really happened beetween Ördög,her mother or siblings,who the later often liked to pick on her due to her small size,which annoyed them and quickly prooved themself to be a good fighter. Though as they grew older it was clear that Ördög couldn't care less about their relatives whatsoever,and they quickly became independent,the first of the litter to actually start a new life. They didn't even anounce that they would leave,they just went on longer and longer trips by herself untill one day they simply didn't return back to their parent and siblings.

They became quickly intrested in power as they still often encountered the same mentality that their siblings possesed,if not much worse. The idea of fragile and sensitive she-cats that needed to be guarded was more popullar back in her younger ages which they couldn't possibly more detest.
Ördög never feelt like the definition of she-cats or tom-cats suited her really,coming to the conlusion that they were simply neither,and that was the point on forward that they decided to reffer to themselves as they.
Although most cats feelt unfamiliar with using a plural form for a single person and decided to go with a she,but they never really cared or blamed them.

Their rise in power started when they encountered the son of the leader at that time,Blanco.
He got disowned from his family,simply because the father didn't aproove of his mate who they assasinated.
Hurt and enraged,Blanco swore to gain revenge on his family,only problem being that they filled in all the high ranks,while he now was a nobody,and wasn't the best of a fighter either,since he never had the need when he was under the family's protection.
Ördög promised him that they could overthrow Blanco's father and he would get to be the leader even,but only if they got to be just the rank under him.
They became his trusted right paw man,as they started to talk cats into opposing the leading cats and suuporting Blanco into becoming their new leader who would bring change and a better life,and an atack from agroup of outliers just played their case nicely. And while Blanco held fiery speeches,Ördög was right next to him like a shadow,making sure to grow an army of cats loyal to themself,and if they caught them not being traitorous,they silently made them dissapear without a trace.
Sure enough,all of Blanco's opponents got killed or fled the city,he finally got his revenge and was now in power.
But his victory didn't last long,as Ördög had their own plans.
And afterall,the cats were loyal to her,not Blanco,who wasn't too good at leading the New Order.
So oneday,Blanco misteriously died,and the blame turned to the last family member who just recently flew the place.
There were a few rumours that it was Ördög that killed him,but somehow these rumours quickly died out.

The first years of reign was a bit bloody for Ördög,having to weed out quite a few cats and defending her place viciously,only filling the ranks under her with cats that they had wrapped around their paws and no one was too good to die or dissapear.
However they made sure they were viewed as a good,strong leader,even if she wasn't so good as Blanco in speaking to people'ss hearts,she often solved this by gaining new territory for the New Order.
As time passed,Ördög started to turn a bit more peacefull as cats have started to accept her as a leader,gladly constating that the ideals of the weak vs dominant gender was close to extintion,no one would dare to think of them as weak and defenseless.
However,the recent issues with their city being under siege and all are gettibg them more wooried to show themselves as strong,keeping a close eye on the ranks under them as they didn't dare to change the old system of gaining power.

personality
(I'm not that great writing these,but you should get a better grasp once the roleplay starts)
Ördög usually likes to keep to themselves,observing their group in silence and isn't really the cat who enjoys talking alot.
They are introverted and anti-social even if they force themselves to be more aproachable.
Obviously they are rather ruthless,having no problem with removing cats from their inner circles,a skilled herbalist or a mother with many children,they never understood friendship or close emotional relations.
They often have trouble with feeling empathy towards anyone at all,even if they have to play nice for their public.
You couldn't call them dumb,Ördög is rather tactical,cold and frankly even a bit power hungry,seeking to prove themselves to the whole world how strong they really are.
But they don't enjoy showing off constantly as they feel like it would be too shallow,instead though when they do,they make sure that it is grand,keeping fear in others.
They seem to mostly enjoy the admiration they get when they achive something big,let it be gaining new territory or defending their group from danger.

relationships
They has no known relatives or a mate,parents and littermates are deceased.
sample
The sun has passed it's afternoon streak a long time ago,turning into dusk and slowly bleeding into sunfall,colouring the sky into reds pinks and oranges,only broken with fluffy pastel clouds blocking the way.
Suddenly a loud bang could be heard,followed up by slurred laughters.
Ördög sprung on their black paws with all of their claws unsheathed as the sudden noise hurt her fine ears,crouching down into a defensive position.
Glaring ahead with their green eyes,they could quickly guess what happened.

One of the the new type of humans,upwalkers,smoothskins,can-openers or whatnow the cats in the city called them,was standig before the crouched down tortie,a big fat rat dangling from their weird front paw that they held highly up,and their naked face was distorted into a wide laughing grin as they were explaining something to their comrades in the long and complicated way that humans spoke,meanwhile gesticulating at the rat whose frontal lobe was completly gone and the eyes have traveled from their sockets ontop of the exposed head.
The soldier quickly got responded with some more happy shouting and chatter,as now they spun arond the deceased rodent in the air from it's tail,it's small eyes comically slapping against eachother.

Now this was completly baffling to Ördög,what was so funny with the dead rat?
They could also catch faintly a smell that reminded them of rotting fruit emmiting from the loudly sniggering humans,some of them walking a bit weirdly.
Humans.
Could anyone ever understand what the actuall mice whiskers these naked birds were doing for which reason?
Probably not,but one thing was for sure.
These new type of humans in weird grass and moss suits brought bad luck as they often destroyed places,patrolled the surroundings with their thundering sticks and the townsfolk became so quiet and few.
And they liked to practice on moving things,including cats,Ördög's cats.
Even if they often got yelled at just like now for being loud, from other smoothskins Ördög assumed were higher in rank,and they hoped dearly that they would actually listen.
"Gosh pesky things." They sneered to themself,now trying to figure out how to not become the first cat from their group to officially die as a practicing target.

Right now they seemed busy with bickering and arguing with eachother,and there was a clear patch with only some long shiny green rocks as obstacles,if they could slink through there and then continue there...
Ördög suddenly stopped in their tracks as one of these shiny see-through rocks rolled away,and one of the smoothskinners in grass and moss suits gave a loud yell,pointing just where Ördög was standing,addinng something that made his comrades giggle.

Not understanding the joke,Ördög decided it was high time to get out of here and that fast.
So with long bounds they sprinted over the clearing top speed,quickly dissapearing behind a some rubble.
Not before though they couldn't sense that something gray and big was thrown at their direction.
They stared confused at the carcass that was laying on the ground some foxtails away.
Was this a bait,part of their weird joke or did they just want to get rid of it,or hit them?
After a moment of hesitation,they decided to slowly creep upon the rodent flat against the ground,before snatching it between their jaw and quickly ran off,heading to camp.
It would be a waste not taking home a big source of food afterall,especially under these tougher times.
other
They are known to be a skilled rat killer,but has problems with bigger birds.
And they definetly have some anti-social/physcopathic characteristics so that's fun.
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Edited on 05/09/20 @ 11:59:12 by Habsburg line [Datrandomcat] (#196548)

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Posted on
2020-09-06 20:24:11
F O R M


name
Boots
group
Shattered Claws
rank
Healer
gender
Male/He/Him
sexuality
Straight
age
11 months
personality
Boots is a very sweet but outspoken tom cat who enjoys warm snuggles. He can be very fierce if need be, but he is generally quite kind. He is still very young and likes to play, and because of his youth he can be naive or foolish at times. He's graceful and gentle, and really strives to be accepted by others.
description
Black and white cat with large black patches along his back and down his legs all the way to his paws, forming the 'boots' of his namesake. His muzzle is white with circular black patches along his lip and he has a dash of white on his forehead. He has thick yet short, glossy fur and massive white paws with pink pads. His nose is black. He has a singular large green eye with a round pupil. His other eye is missing to reveal a gaping pink whole in the left side of his face where his eye should be.
history
When he was only 5 months old, he found himself alone and starving in the snow, half blind, but with no memory of how he'd lost his eye. He was so cold and weak he couldn't even meow. Skin and bones, he found himself at a human's house that was flooded with cat scent. He met Felix and Jack, who soon became like family to the desperate kitten. A kind human took him in and fed him for 5 months. He played with the other cats there, as well as 2 small white dogs named Daisy and Ozzie. One cat, who was called Timmy, told Boots stories of cats forming their own groups and surviving together, and of all the adventures he'd had when he was young. Entranced by the elderly cat's tales, Boots set out in hopes of finding the mother who had supposedly abandoned him as a kit. He never found his mother but found his place instead with Shattered Claws as a healer, helping other cats and specializing in physical and mental wounds.
relationships
Unknown parents, sister who lived near his humans, whose name is Dot, foster family consists of Pinhead, Jack, Felix, Timmy, and Max.
sample
Boots turned his head in a wide circle to examine the human camp from all angles with his one green eye. Keeping low, he slunk along the ground under some bushes. Although he'd lived with humans most of his life, he was aware that not all were kind, and it was unwise to risk it. He nearly jumped out of his skin as his tail brushed a leaf.
"Relax," he mumbled to himself quietly in his still high-pitched kitten voice. Taking a deep breath, he rushed across the small clearing between himself and some low hanging branches, his paws hardly skimming the grass as he pelted for cover desperately.
Boots had nearly made it when he stumbled over his huge paws and crashed to the ground, slamming into a shiny metal container the humans had dropped. The noise of the impact echoed around the camp, and Boots' fur spiked in terror at the sound of several human voices exclaiming in surprise. One reached for him and he pressed himself to the ground, hissing. Others joined the first and surrounded him. Panic rose in the young cat's chest as human hands touched him.
Stealing himself, Boots launched himself in a whirl of black fur at the nearest human, screeching. The human jumped away to avoid getting clawed and Boots immediately bolted as far as he could.
When he could run no more, he collapsed in a ruffled heap, breathing hard. That had been close, scary close. Boots began to groom his thick fur, running his pink tongue over his paw and swiping his paw across his face. After he'd finished, he curled up and fell asleep.
other
I don't think so!
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2020-09-06 21:42:57
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"I hope to wake up in a benign world one day."

Name
Edelweiss Goes by 'Idle'
Group
Shattered Claws
Rank
Healer [Specialized in Emotional/Mental support.]
Gender
Female
Sexuality
Asexual, Panromantic.
Age
4 years, 11 months.

Personality

Meek, patient, and quiet. If Edelweiss didn't bear such a bright coat, she would most likely go unnoticed by the other members of her group. Her benign and gentle kindness is a splendor to behold. She treats every cat with the same tenderness, no matter how they've slighted her. Edelweiss' tendency to trust others with an open heart has caused her great grief in the past. She isn't a fool and is fully aware of the nature of other cats. This doesn't seem to matter to her, and she will gladly continue trusting others until her demise.

Edelweiss tends to be a silent cat, but her presence has a profound air to it. When she does speak, her words are typically filled with meaning and she isn't one to lie unless it's something to make others feel better. Seemingly never in a hurry, she is a cat of habit and frequents the same few places throughout the day. A few habits from her past have stuck to her. Loud noises or sudden movements can cause her to flinch and cower away. These slip ups are normally short-lasting and barely noticed by the she cat.

Description
Height: 9.5 inches.
Weight: 7.6 lbs.


Edelweiss is an average cat in height and weight. Most of her size is an illusion caused by her cottony coat. Stark white in colour, her fur is free of blemishes and bares the scent of lavender. Her eyes are a soft seafoam green, appearing more blue or green given the right lighting. The skin peering out past her long pelt is a pastel pink, free of any visible scars. Despite being free of blemishes, old injuries in her hips and legs hurt her from time to time. She walks with a sizable limp in her step, becoming much more noticeable during cold days or stormy weather. Having been declawed, she is missing the front digit of each of her toes on her front paws. This takes away her biggest defense and has also caused arthritis to set up in her paws. She has also been spayed and is incapable of having kittens.

History
TW; Death, abuse.



Relationships

Romantic Interest(s): None, Open to develop during RP!
Relative(s):
Belle - Mother - Unknown
Zero - Father - Unknown

??? - Sister - Open to adopt.
??? - Brother - Open to adopt.

Other:


Friends/Enemies are open! Contact me in OOC!

RP Sample [Refer to first post.]

Other
Theme and Voice
"Oh I apologize but it was only self-defense,
Running away just made sense."



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Edited on 20/09/20 @ 14:11:44 by Anarch ⭐ (#43404)


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Posted on
2020-09-07 16:21:42


name
Loki
group
Outlier
gender
Male (he/him)
sexuality
Bisexual
age
3 years, 9 months
personality
Charming, to say the least. He has a particular way with words, a sort of mellifluous ring to how he speaks. It's made clear that Loki is not one to back down with his head-strong nature and oozing confidence. The tom actively gets himself into sticky situations, but with enough experience has learned how to talk his way out and/or escape. He is both sharp and cunning, so many may find him cocky and vexatious at times. He has no real urgency to make friends with cat from either of the large groups and remains neutral. It is said that when actively conversing with the tom, he is intelligent and good at listening. He is a stickler for details and good at reading body language from others.

Although at times he may make a fool of himself, he chooses to keep his intelligence to himself. Instead, he put on a confident act and come even come off as flirtatious to those he meets.


description
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Loki is a large tom with bulk to his build. His broad shoulders and rippling muscles under his long coat are tell-tale signs of an active cat. His fur is all black with tinges of brown sprinkled through the thick pelt. Due to his nomadic life style, his coat often goes un-groomed, resulting in tangles and dirt buildup. His sharp eyes are a deep amber color with specs of honey brown dotting the most inner iris against his thin pupils. His most noticeable detail is the large scar that in ingrained against the side of his head, dipping into his face and ending at his right cheek. His right ear has also been torn off, leaving half of a fluffy stump.

history
TW; Animal abuse, gore



relationships
Athena - Mother - alive (still living with Loki's previous humans)
??? - Father - ???
Crush - none/open
mate- none/open

sample

other
Feel free to PM me if you're interested in any kind of relationship with Loki :^)




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Edited on 08/09/20 @ 12:10:11 by Satsumae ★[Duat|3xRos|Frail] (#65957)

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Edited on 26/10/20 @ 18:03:55 by 🌒Micah {Mott NADIR} (#57570)


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Posted on
2020-09-07 22:14:39


name
Ceres
group
Shattered Claws
rank
Scout
gender
Female (she/her)
sexuality
pan
age
4 years, 6 months
personality
Loyalty is the most important thing to her. She is determined and chivalrous towards her group, working hard to earn her rank as Scout of Shattered Claws. Hard working can be one way to describe her, many know that Ceres will not rest until her job is done. Her motivation to serve and protect her comrades is high and might just be her downfall one day.

Ceres is selfless and can often be seen helping her friends and doing her best to put others first. She's self-sacrificing and caring, willing to drop what she's doing to help out anyone in need. She's almost hyperactive in a way. She'l bound from place to place and can't seem to keep her paws still. Beside the fact she puts others before her, she is surprisingly maternal and comforting to those she knows well. She always gives good advice and almost never raises her voice unless needed. She's a gentle soul.

description
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(art by me)

Ceres is a Snow Bengal, a coat variation of the Bengal cat. The base of her coat is a milky white, decorated with soft, honey-colored rosettes. These gentle brown markings extend down her legs and tail, growing darker as they reach their points. Her pelt is often kept clean and sleek, as she does not enjoy having muddied fur. Her eyes are wide and a deep cerulean color. Ceres is quite small and thin, lacking the muscle most brutes do. She's lean instead, which makes her quick and agile unlike others.

history
Ceres was born into Shattered Claws as the runt of her litter. She was already at a disadvantage from the start, as many believed she would not make it past 5 months. As a kit, she had the same determined attitude she has in her adulthood, making her intent to prove others wrong. Her mother at the time had already accepted the fact that Ceres might not make it, so as a way to cope, emotionally distanced herself from Ceres.

Ceres grew up feeling alone and promised herself that when she wasn't in this situation she would make sure others didn't feel this way as well. Although she grew slower than her siblings and was weaker, Ceres strove for the top and worked nonstop to earn the title of scout. It was only a month or two later after earning her title that her mother became ill and eventually passed, leaving Ceres to mourn the loss of her mother.

relationships
Asherah - Mother - deceased
??? - Father - ???
crush - none/open
mate - none/open

sample



other
Feel free to PM me if you're interested in any kind of relationship with Ceres :^)




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Addelaide (#114251)

Notable Lion
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Posted on
2020-09-08 06:53:40
F O R M


name
Eliana
group
Shattered Claws
rank
Scout (Currently Nursing Queen)
gender
Female, she/her
sexuality
Bisexual
age
48 moo-(jk!) 4 years old
personality
If I had to describe Eliana in one word, it would be Energetic. But luckily I can use as many words as I like so here we go. Aside from her abundance of energy that lets her keep up with life around her, she is also hardworking and courageous. She loves nothing more than to grab life by the tail and roll with the punches. In addition to this, she is brutally honest and will not be afraid to let you know exactly what she thinks of anyone or anything. Her heart is always in the right place, even though it tends to get her into some trouble, but that's how she is. In the end, you can be sure that she will always have your back, no questions, no favors, only the loyalty she was born with.
description
Eliana is a sleek and lithely built tabby she-cat. Her ash gray fur broken by darker stripes and swirls zigzagging along her entire body. With long lean legs and an even longer tail covered in shaggy fur, she looks a whole lot bigger than she actually is. Get her wet though and you will see how angular and waifish her frame really is, not that I recommend that. She has a white-tipped tail and four socks on each paw, each white foot reaching up to the elbow joints on her legs, never going any higher though they do vary in length. Her muzzle is white as well which makes her amber eyes stand out more. There are streaks of yellow and green around her pupils but other than that, her iris's are a shocking golden orange color. There are a few scars parting her long fur, most of them are covered by the downy hairs, but there is one on her right shoulder, the fading red color of a newly acquired trophy on her muscled shoulder. There are small ones going across the bridge of her nose but nothing else is visible on her.
history
She was born and raised in the Shattered Claw and has never known life outside of it.
relationships
(N/A) PM me for any position (Can the mate be a random stray or no? Just in case no one ends up taking that spot. If so I can adjust that to the background.)
sample
This is a roleplay that is ongoing on another site between me and one of my friends.))

That morning the routine was rather the same as it had been for the last four years. Nadia woke at five thirty to get herself ready and have some down time before she had to wake the girls up at six thirty. At that point she would make breakfast, half the time it was the girls that picked what they ate like that morning's meal; bacon, eggs, and toast.

Then she got the twins dressed, their wild red hair brushed, and out the door for daycare. The daycare center was a ten-minute drive from the apartment complex they lived in, and another ten-minute drive to her work at the coffee shop. Once she said goodbye to her daughters Nadia drove to work and set into another familiar routine. Opening up the coffee shop and getting the machines warmed up she waited for her first customer.

Within half an hour the room was slowly filling up and she had her hands working in a blur to get every drink made. Another barista took over so she could work the floor. The sight of a hand flying into the air had her looking over at a man wearing a hoodie. Smiling slightly she walked over, prepared to take down his usual. "What can I get you, hun?" She asked him, notepad open in her hand.
other
Be nice to her or she will tear you limb from limb? Other than that, nothing.




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silverclouds (#206440)

Wanderer
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Posted on
2020-09-08 11:08:12

"listen to your heart, because that's where your true destiny lies."

name
Masika {mah-see-kah | Egyptian origin, meaning "born during the rain"}

group
New Order

rank
scout

gender
female (she/her)

sexuality
panromantic and pansexual

age
eleven months

personality
Unusually quiet and grave for her young age, Masika is a cat who'd rather be thinking through things quietly and peacefully than leap into the unknown. As you might guess, this doesn't go over well with the cats of the New Order. Shunned by most cats, Masika chose the scout rank largely because it would give her more time alone, away from the Order's frequent fights and battle-hungry cats.

She does have a fighting spirit, though it is tempered by her good judgement, and she's not afraid to speak out for what she believes in. Masika tends to unnerve cats her age, and she doesn't have many friends. She is quite fast, and much better at defensive fighting then offensive.

description
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Masika is very small. A tiny, yet very fluffy, brown tabby, she's considered weak and nonthreatening by most cats. She still has several kittenish features, such as her huge eyes and ears, and is often mistaken for a younger cat than she truly is. Her eyes are a deep brown.

history
wip

relationships
mother ~ New Order warrior, OPEN to be played
father ~ Grigoris
siblings ~ OPEN
mate ~ crush is open




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Edited on 20/10/20 @ 09:51:10 by Silverstar cries over Corien (#206440)

Gladiator (#44969)

Unholy
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Posted on
2020-09-08 11:49:16


name
Riptide

group
Outlier

gender
Male, He/Him

sexuality
Heterosexual

age
2 years 6 months

personality
Riptide has a very calculating gaze, meaning that he will weigh the risk and reward of certain actions beforehand. Not one to usually take unnecessary risks, the tom always has a reason for doing what he does. Whether or not he realizes it at first is a different story. Sometimes he will act purely on instinct depending on the situation, however most of the time he will observe and form some type of plan. His eyes taking in every little detail in his surroundings.

The tom prefers to avoid conflict if he can, though this does not mean he won't stand up for himself. If it comes to a fight Riptide isn't one to back down, being as stubborn as he is. What he lacks in muscle he makes up for in swift and precise movements, letting others underestimate him in order to gain the advantage before an encounter even begins. Friendly or not. It is rare for the tom to have his guard lowered, given that his entire life has been spent outside the security of a group. However, if he does lower it when around other cats it means he considers them a friend and will protect them like family.

description
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"It takes only a single moment to change everything, for better or worse.
But a lifetime spent trying to fix it."


Riptide is a lean tom with long legs and a short calico coat. Most of his body is covered in orange fur with black stripes/patches that vary in size and shape. Some white can be seen on his front two paws, legs, and nose going up to his forehead. Though the most noticeable white patch covers the entirety of his shoulder, neck, chest, and lower jaw areas. His eyes are a light mix of green and yellow.

history
TW: Implied death/abandonment


relationships
Mother ~ Hexa (alive?, whereabouts unknown)
Father ~ ???? (presumed deceased)
Sibling(s) ~ ??? (presumed deceased)
Mate ~ none/open

sample


other
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Edited on 21/09/20 @ 07:16:24 by Gladiator (#44969)

Pumpkin (#77192)

Angelic
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Posted on
2020-09-08 12:22:18


"Don't wait for things for things to get easier, simpler, better. Life will always be complicated. Learn to be happy right now. Otherwise, you'll run out of time."

name
Ethyl

group
Shattered Claws

rank
Scout

gender
Female - She/Her

sexuality
Bisexual

age
3 years, 7 months

personality
+ Loyal
+ Thoughtful
+ Humble
* Quiet
* Smart
- Impulsive
- Insecure
- Blunt
Ethyl can be defined as an elegant she-cat. The female is extremely loyal to those she considers her friends and family and would put their life before hers if it meant they would remain safe. Counting off of that, Ethyl is thoughtful, and while her impulsiveness doesn't always let her think things through, she can make decisions on a dime, plan out strategies, and predict future interactions based off of her great deal of understanding that comes from the 'thoughtfulness.'

On top of that, the female is humble and generous. With her loyal tendencies, it's not hard to see her as someone who would give you food or water if you needed it. She'd give you her own pelt if she could. She hates to see others suffer. Having to watch someone go through something she knows she could easily help out with would be torture for her. The small calico loves to make others feel wanted and happy and often times worries about others happiness over her own.

She's a contradiction into herself though. Thoughtful, but impulsive. Generous and blunt. Outgoing but insecure. Ethyl likes to think of herself as 'clean' both figuratively and literally. Her insecurities arise around having dirty paws or a dirty coat or during times where she can't decide on things or when she doesn't know if she'd be able to make the one she's interacting with happy. She's shy to strangers unless you need something, she's quiet unless the center of (posistive) attention.

- Mysophobia - fear of uncleanliness. This fear developed due to her mother over-nuturing.

description
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Small and lithe. Two the most common words describing thing cat. Ethyl is light and fast on her feet. She's not as tall as most of the other cats, but not to be considered too short either. Her fur is mainly black and white with few orange tabby patches on her face, back of her neck, and her back. Her whiskers are of a decent length and her nose is a pleasant pink. With one white paw and three black paws, Ethyl considers her white paw her 'lucky' paw. Her tail is nearly completely black aside from the orange near the center and base of the tail. To top off her fluffy, well-kept appearance are her two wide, golden-yellow eyes.

history
Ethyl was born in the Shattered Claws group to her mother - Donovan - and her father - Maxwell. She was born along with two other female kittens that were born sickly and weak due to her mother's old age. Neither made it past three months and her elderly mother became extremely protective over her only kit. This protectiveness caused the arise of insecurities shown inside Ethyl today as her mother always wanted Ethyl to look her best and be her best and never show anything but the best inside of her. Donovan is the reason Ethyl has slight mysophobia - or fear of uncleanliness.

When Ethyl was old enough to branch out from her mother's influence, she realized that being a scout was what she wanted. She was small and very agile and flexible with her claws/paws. The she-cat found out she was a little impulsive and would do certain small things without thinking. Her impulsivness never grew too out of control as she learned how to strategize and plan ahead of time, but it's still there like a tick on her back that she can't quite ever reach. During the years leading up to now, she's developed her skills of stealth and already being a quiet she-cat, she's come a long way in remaining undetected when it's required and like a snake out of nowhere, she can strike without any warning at all, her yellow eyes like nightmares in the night.

When Ethyl's mother died, Ethyl was more distraught and upset than she thought she would be. Donovan had been a helicopter parent and overprotective and very sheltering, but she'd still been her mother. She'd taught her things that Ethyl would never forget and had been her only family after her sister died and her dad wanted nothing to do with the little kit. This distraught lasted for 3 months before Ethyl could pull herself out of the depressed hole she'd fell in due to loosing her mother and she had the clan to thank for that as they were very supportive and encouraging during her time of upset.

relationships
Mother: Donovan (Deceased - Old age/Disease)
Father: Maxwell (Deceased - Old age)
Sisters: Tulip, Periwinkle (Deceased - Weak kits)
Mate: None yet
Kits: None yet

sample
Ethyl had merely been observing the human camp from afar when the intoxicating scent of something dead and fresh made its way to her nose. Her tail twitched lazily back and forth and her mind was oddly calm, but the moment that scent hit her, everything about her tensed. The end of her tail was like a spastic rat and her ears twitched this way and that checking for the sounds of other cats. She didn't want to be caught unaware in such a vulnerable place. Her paws itched to take her to the source of the smell, but reason and logic held her rooted in the spot.

Another waft of the odd scent and she didn’t think, only took off into the human encampment. She stayed low to the ground like she was stalking prey, her tail held out behind her, still and barely above the ground. Her paws carried her across the ground, slinking in the shadows of makeshift dens the humans had erected. The only bad thing was that everywhere she looked, there were humans. This way, that way, left, right. Inside this camp, the scents grew muddled and things blended together. The scent of food she’d been following faded in and out, grew stronger and weaker. The crowded humans didn’t help anything either. Their smell was horrible and threw her off every time one of them got nearer to her.

Determined to find that food though, Ethyl stuck to her original goal, had her nose to the wind and her eyes and ears peeled. She kept having to go off course when wrapping around human feet unnoticed or changing directions not to be noticed. She was lucky so far, to not have been spotted, but Ethyl wasn’t generally a lucky cat. This lucky streak was bound to run out and it did when her tail got stomped out by a big human foot.

The pain that shot up her spine made her yowl out into the air and she was taken notice of immediately. The surrounding humans pointed and yelled for a moment and then she was in danger. Humans weren’t known for being kind to cats and even though she kept herself clean and well-groomed, a few angry shouts made it her way.

Taking a second to think through her way out of the camp, she had to abandon the food she’d been tracking. Yet she really needed that food. Conflict tore through her, but before she could do anything else impulsive, she had to get out of the camp. Pointing herself in the direction out of the camp, she raced away from the humans, throwing cautions in the wind. Maybe next time she’ll be able to stop herself and think. Rounding around on of the outer human dens, she darted off into the bushed, promising herself to think the next time she wants to do something irrational.

other
If anyone is interested in being in a relationship with her, just PM me!




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Ash167 Queen of
Raccoons (#137584)

Deathlord of the Jungle
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Posted on
2020-09-08 17:07:49
name
Artemis

group
Shattered Claws

rank
Second in Command

gender
Female

sexuality
Bisexual

age
3 years, 5 months

personality
She is kind, loving and caring.But she can be secretive and she get nervous easily around her crush.She can be shy at first when you first become friends with her.She is very loyal and brave.She will feel like she failed even on the little things.She does get some bad anxiety

description:
Her fur is silky and smooth.She is quite yall and she has a slight longer tail than normal but it isn't to.noticeable unless you are really looking for it.Her fur is dark gray with a white steak from her nose to her underbelly.She is quite thin and her eyes are a light blue color.

history
She was raised in Shattered Claws but was born to a rouge who left her to Shattered claws

relationships
list of mates, family members, etc. : none. She would like to have kits but is open for male or female relationship
Family: dead
Friends: Riptide
Enemies: none
Crush: hmmm we'll see
Mate: none yet

sample
(I will finish it I'm in school at the moment)

Artemis sat out of site from this little two legged creature.She watched it her eyes filled with anxiety on every possibility that could go wrong.As she watched it she noticed it appered to be chasing after a small frog.She was ready to run they were headed right for her.As it moved closer and closer she knew She had to run for if this small creature saw her it would being to chase her.That would then cause the larger two legged creatures to notice her.She let out a deep breath putting her anxiety aside.She couldn't be so anxious she couldn't move.No now it was time for that part of her who was brace and was ready to take on anything.As the small creature moved closer and closer she ran while it was distracted with the frog.She then noticed the frog as she ran right where she was headed.She turned her head and noticed the small creature headed her way again.She instantly began to run the opposite way seeing her way out of this two legged nightmare.As she made it safely away from them she noticed the small creature looking around for something but it wasn't the frog.Apperently it had seen her tail as she ran but quickly lost it.The larger two legs came to the smaller one as it conutined to look for her.She let out another deep breath she had made it away from them not unnoticed but unharmed.She would return to the rest of the.shattered claw cats in a moment right now she would watch these two legs and make sure they didn't wander towards her friends.


other
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Edited on 24/09/20 @ 12:00:35 by Ash167 Queen of Raccoons (#137584)

Zeeb (#211486)

Maneater
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Posted on
2020-09-08 20:40:28
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name
Amalia {a-MA-lya | Germanic origin. Derived from a word meaning "work."}
group
Shattered Claws
rank
Nursing Queen (Usually a Healer with a focus on pain management)
gender
Female - She/Her
sexuality
Bisexual, Biromantic, Polyamorous
age
Two years and three months

personality
{Spirited. Confident. Independent. Coquettish. Caring. Gullible}
Amalia is something of a whirlwind, but fortunately it's a whirlwind of fresh air. She is bold, playful, frequently flirtatious, and almost painfully considerate.
Above all else, Amalia wishes to make others feel better. If a sense of humor, a compliment, or a few words of encouragement don't help a situation, then she is quick to see if she can offer some other type of relief. This usually comes in the form of some kind of root or berry, or perhaps the rubbing or kneading of a sore muscle. Be warned, though -- her friendliness and deep care for those close to her does sometimes extend into an overbearing presence. Amalia has some difficulty recognizing boundaries, especially when she thinks that she has the solution to another cat's literal or figurative pain. Furthermore, she often becomes so wrapped up in attempting to solve other cats' predicaments that she doesn't typically catch when someone is trying to take advantage.
It would be unwise to mistake Amalia's friendly and guileless demeanor for neediness. Indeed, she has proven to be a competent explorer of the city. Her adventures sometimes begin as simple foraging outings; simple searches for the grasses and roots that she has identified beneficial for cats experiencing various types of pain. Often enough, however, she will find an outlier to chat with. This might seem dangerous, and it certainly can be. But, Amalia does have a somewhat daring streak, and is confident enough in her interpersonal skills to think that she is capable of defusing most feline sources of danger. And if push comes to shove, she is surprisingly agile for a stockier cat.
Since discovering that she was pregnant with her first litter of kits, Amalia has been plagued with anxiety the likes of which she'd never felt before. While a transition to parenthood might seem natural for a cat who loves taking care of others, this simply has not been Amalia's experience. She is deathly afraid of failing as a mother. Deep down, she believes that anything less than perfection in her parenting is going to lead to catastrophic results for the kits.


description
Amalia is a short-haired tabby with a predominantly grey coat. Her stripes are mostly various shades of brown, but the occasional rivulet of white can be found throughout her coat -- especially around her eyes. Her chin, lower legs, and a patch on her belly also sport this white fur. In texture, her fur can most accurately be described as soft and fluffy. She takes some pride in her appearance, and spends plenty of time grooming daily.
While most of her body is actually rather thick and stocky, her face carries a somewhat delicate structure through the snout. A triangular pinkish-brown nose sits above her white whiskers, and her eyes are large, round, and green.
At the moment, Amalia has a somewhat round appearance when seated or lying down. This is only partly due to her fur. She has always been on the heavier side for a cat, and her recent pregnancy has left her noticeably heavier than before. After her kittens are weaned, she will likely lose this extra fat again.

history
Amalia was born into the Shattered Claws to a kindly mediator named Inga. Her kithood was a happy one, and she wanted for very little. Thanks to her mother's teachings and soft demeanor, Amalia grew up to be a sociable, if somewhat gullible cat. Her mother is now deceased, having simply grown ill and passed on. The illness was relatively brief, and Inga was comfortable and surrounded by loved ones when she passed. For this, Amalia is eternally grateful.
The most significant event in her recent life was the birth of her seven kits. They likely have several different fathers, none of whom Amalia has brought into the kits' lives. Her bond with the kits was forged quickly and deeply, and any fanciful notion of running off and leaving her kits to the caretakers are gone now. Despite the ever-present fear that she is grossly unprepared for motherhood, Amalia intends to follow in her mother's pawprints and raise her kits with love in the safety of the Shattered Claws camp.

relationships
Mother: Inga - Former Mediator in the Shattered Claws (Deceased)
Father: An unknown Outlier (Open)
Siblings: None (Open to changing this)
Mates: None (Open)
Kits: Seven three-week-old kits, including Fern and Nyx. (Five are open to be played!)

other
Please PM me if you want to play one of Amalia's kits, or if you want to establish any other character relationship between her and your cat(s).



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