“Caring about what others think is the biggest jail one can put oneself in.”

name
Yeti

group
Shattered Claws

rank
Hunter

gender
Male (He/Him)

sexuality
Pansexual, Demiromantic

age
5 years, 9 months

personality
Trustworthy
Devoted
Strong-minded
Loyal
Honest
Apathetic
Forgetful
Yeti is a strong, trustworthy individual, devoted to those in his care. He believes strongly in being someone that you can rely on, even if he feels differently about you or why you’re relying on him. Once set on a cause, whether it be hunting, protecting, fighting, or plain out sleeping, it’s hard to change his course of path as he can become highly devoted to a singular thing. Yeti isn’t good at multitasking and if you tell him one thing while he’s doing something, he could easily forget it.

Being loyal to those he’s devoted to, Yeti finds himself being rudely honest most of the time. Being apathetic, he has no regard for his own emotions and oftentimes finds it hard to care for another’s emotional state or wellbeing. Give him a task and he’ll do it with everything in him, but try to hint through emotions about anything and it’ll completely fly past his observations. More than not, this sense of apathy he holds often makes him come off as cold and while he may not be the nicest cat, he certainly would never intentionally want to make another feel bad.

“The less I care, the happier I am.”

description

Source: This is my own family cat. His real life name is Odie
Yeti is a strong, tall male cat with a short, thick coat. He has large paws and curved claws causing an easier grip onto uneven surfaces. His tail is longer than his back legs, but he’s grown into a habit of curving it upwards near the end to keep from getting it needlessly caught on the ground. His thick coat is colored in a medium gray and he has a small white patch on the lower half of his stomach. His nose is a dark gray and his whiskers are shorter than average. His dark yellow eyes have a green center around his pupil and while he isn’t as broad in the shoulders as some cats, his height makes up for it.

history
Born to a Littles and Jackalope - a gray cat and a gray and white cat - Yeti was the eldest of the four kits the pair conceived. Being the oldest, Yeti had a lot of pressure on him to be the perfect example for his siblings, but he was also oftentimes excluded from his siblings games or his parent's affection.

Growing up as more of a memory for his family than aomething in the present, he learnes to distance himself from his emotions and from concern in general. Ywti was still an hardworking tomcat, but it was like the emotion that made a cat a cat had been sucked out of him. He grew up honest, loyal, and trustworthy, but forgetful in his apathy.

relationships
Mother: Littles (Deceased - Disease)
Father: Jackalope (Deceased - Old Age)
Littermates:
Belladonna: Lithe dark gray female
Wisp: Small whtie and gray female
Pierre: Broad gray male with white paws and muzzle
His littermates are all OPEN to rp, just PM me about it first.
Ethyl: Merely acquaintances. The two don’t get along all that well and often-times but heads. They tend to ignore each other when sent out in the same hunting party as Ethyl is a scout. But Yeti knows neither of them would let the other get harmed.
Mate: Open, PM me
Kits: N/A - not open

sample
Refer to Ethyl’s character sheet.

other
If you do want to rp Yeti’s siblings, please keep in mind that certain things about them are unchangeable. It is only small things, nothing big.

Name
Sunny
Group
Shattered Claws
Rank
Kit
Gender
She-cat She/her
Sexuality
Undetermined
Age
1 ½ months
Personality
Sunny is a very nosey girl, as well as very talkative and stubborn. While she can be quite forgetful, she is kind and loyal to her family and clan. Now, as she can be very talkative, she tends to be slightly moody at times, but at the same time, kind of sensitive. She is a fierce kitty who will fight to the death for her clan.
Description
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/26/56/d1/2656d10b1c6d67ce114622ddbc27a997.jpg
History
can be brief!
Relationships
list of mates, family members, etc. here
Sample
Sunny huddled under a wooden bench made by humans. She was terrified, ‘Where am I?’ She thought as she started inching forward, her eyes darting around, looking for a clear spot to get to. She had started wandering away from her mother, getting lost, and now she had to find her way through these humans. Her tiny body quivered in fear as she was still a kit. Why had she wandered from her mother? Sunny stuck her head out from under the shelf, and instantly drew back as a human stepped in front of her. She let out a loud squeak, and immediately regretted it. The human bent down, trying to pick her up, but she bolted out, running between the human’s feet. She made it to another bench and stayed there for a bit, waiting for another opening. The poor kit desperately waited anxiously. She saw an opening, and she crept out of her hiding spot and snuck out into the open. She saw another human and froze as the human saw her and walked over. Sunny saw a patch of woods behind the human and, feigning innocence, she trotted closer to the human, and when she got close, she sprinted for the woods, leaving the human confused.


Other
NOPE!

name
Stovavai
group
New Order
rank
Second
gender
Male He/Him
sexuality
Straight
age
6 Years old
personality
Bold, devilish, fierce, grim, gentle with kits. (I will be expanding this once I can get the time.)
description
Stovavai is a rather large and muscular tom cat with thick medium length fur that matts uncontrollably during the winter months. His tuxedo coat makes the features of his well built frame look even bigger, causing him to be rather intimidating even though he doesn't try very hard to be. His muzzle is completely white, tapering off into three points, one on his forehead, one on each of his cheeks. He has heterochromatic iris's (right one blue, left one green) set in round almond-shaped eyes. Most of his body is black except for his muzzle, a white patch on his chest, and four white stockings on his feet that reach up about two inches above the dewclaw of each foot. His tail is bushy and tipped with white as well.
<*b>history<*/b>
He was born a stray but was raised in the New Order from the time he was just a few months old. His loyalties lay there, thick as the blood he has shed for his clan.
relationships
N/A PM me
sample
Do I have to type up another one or does the one I have for Eliana count?
other
N/A
<*/p>

HTML doesn't want to work for me right now sorry,,

|"We all have a monster inside of us, and we are each responsible for what it does when we let it out."|
name
Hecate (heh-CAH-teh)| Hecate is the goddess of dark arts and the moon.

group
New Order

rank
Third

gender
Female - She/Her

sexuality
Bi-queer but still identifies as hetero currently.

age
3 years, 4 months

personality
Hecate is a very emotionless looking cat. Whenever you see her, she doesn't seem to show interest in anything. Even when in battle, she doesn't convey her pain. Even though her expression remains cold, she actually has very deep and passionate feelings. She feels the pain and emotion of everyone around her too. You could consider her an empath of sorts. (i'm using the term "empath" as a comparison, she is NOT an empath). Hecate has a very high tolerance of not only pain, but also everything else. She will not easily get agitated and is quite intimidating when genuinely mad. With a good temper comes violent tendencies. When she is mad or stressed, she will take out her emotions through physical pain, whether it be inflicted upon herself or others. (with permission of course XD) Hecate is very dependable and loyal to her fellow cats and will never let down her higher ranks. Hecate also stand by her opinion and thoughts. She is very stubborn, opinionated, and strong-willed, which can teeter to good or evil.

description
Hecate is a long-haired calico cat. She stands at 11 inches which above average for a cat and is 15.5 inches long. Her long and slim body allows for fast movements. Hecate also has a slightly longer muzzle than most, giving her a more elegant look to her face. Her ears are also smaller than average by 0.5 inches. Her eyes are an electric yellow that look like they would steal your soul if you stared for too long. Although her build is quite muscular, it is hardly visible through her glossy fur. Her fur often gets tangled and matted, but she does her best to keep up with hygiene. She has a large paw size and unusually contracted pupils. She has small scattered scars that are hardly visible and one large one that is visible along her back. Her canines are a little over a half of an inch and her claws are the same.

history
One snowy day when Yuki fell into labor sooner than expected, Sora helped her to the nursery for a safe and successful kitting. The kitting left the pair with three beautiful and healthy kits that were bound to grow up strong and safe in the care of their mother and father. They named their kits respectively Hecate, Striker, and Aiko. The first 2 months of life was an adventure of right and wrong, as expected. The kits,for obvious reasons, spent their days suckling their mother and tussling for the closest spot to mother. After another 2 months or so, they were beginning to recognize faces and spar with each other. Sora visited the nursery often to interact with his kits. The dark tom wanted to be apart of their emotional and physical lives. Yuki was a very engaging and interactive mother. She began teaching her kits basic manners from a very young age. She also began to teach Hecate how to hide any emotions, but did not share this information with her siblings. Yuki saw a gleam of potential that was guaranteed to go somewhere so she spent a lot of time with Hecate while her siblings were out playing. All this time just spending time with mother began to cause a rip in relationship between Hecate and her siblings. Soon, Hecate became disinterested in playing of any sorts and began eating whole food before her siblings. The emotional detachment from her family caused a lot of confusion in Sora but Yuki urged him to let Hecate be. More months pass and Hecate decided to dedicate her life to the guard of the New Order. She didn't care much about rank until she turned about a year old.

Once she was officially a member of the guard and spent a few months protecting her fellow cats, she started wanting more. She wanted rank. She went to her mother for advice and Yuki said "Hecate. You need to want more than rank. You need to want blood. Death.". Hecate was fazed, but just walked away. Maybe her mom had a point? She decided to spend nearly another year in the guard to grow and gain muscle, which she did. She was one of the largest cats in the New Order. She decided to challenge the third at the time. She won by just a hair. The last blow that the former high rank and thrown would have been lethal had she not been fast enough. She had just enough time to slither under the other cat's left arm and sink her canines into his neck. Immediately after, she retired to her old den. She hated and still hates herself because the taste of the blood in the other cat filled her senses with pleasure and left her desiring more of that metallic liquid. She felt this bloodlust be fulfilled, just like her mother advised. Luckily, this bloodlust was never strong enough for her to act out.

relationships
mate: Open
Friends:Open
Mother: Yuki (Location Unknown)
Father: Sora (deceased)
Brother:Striker (unknown)
Sister: Aiko (Alive)
Kits:N/A


sample
Hecate found herself huddle underneath a pavilion of human creation. She cursed sharply under a shivering breath. Rain pounded on the aluminum sheet that was at least 10 feet above her head. Banging was heard from inside the building that also lay under the pavilion. The calico feline didn't move, but instead focused her striking yellow gaze and short ears towards the door. She positioned herself in a low crouch, ready to run in need be. Camp wasn't far off from where she was. She could see the wooden fence that marked the tree line. It would be only a mile or so back to camp, not to mention the pounding rain. Metal doors swung open to Hecate's left and she turned her whole body sharply towards the forest.

Her eyes were glued to the open doors now. She could her shouting and stomping. It sounded like a pile of angry cats getting ready to fight. 'fight...?', she thought to herself again. She cursed again and bound toward the forest when she saw a crowd come out the doors. Not bothering to look at her surroundings, she bolted forward. She crashed head-first into a rough, but warm surface. She looked up almost immediately and just as she expected, a human. Hecate lowered her short ears and tucked her long tail. Her pelt was drenched in rainwater and she looked like a piece of soaked trash on the floor. A foot came propelling towards her. She rolled under it, just barely, and even then, the boot grazed her stomach.

The once deserted ground was now crowded with humans. She bolted again to an opening. She took in her surroundings and noted that the forest's edge wasn't more than 10 long strides away from her current position. She could make it. Once again, she stretched her long body and shot across to the gate. Finally, she could get away from the filthy smell of humans and back into the fresh scent of nature.

other
nope!

Name
Nova
Group
The Order
Rank
Nursing Queen
Gender
She-cat She/her
Sexuality
Straight
Age
2 1/2 years
Personality
Nova is incredibly calm and collected even during a conflict, as well as intelligent and quick thinking, acting on her gut feelings instantly, not really regretting anything, as she is often found purring after she is done. Though she seems to be a perfect angel, she has her flaws, just as everycat does. Her compulsiveness gets the best of her every time, sometimes actually regretting her decision.
Description

History
Nova's original name was Nightmare, but due to her sudden change in color, she named herself Nova. Nothing much has happened since she joined the Order.
Relationships
Sample
Already did it
Other
Oh my god, people who don't know her condition, look up Vitiligo

name
Amon

group
New Order

rank
Warrior

gender
Male (he/him)

sexuality
Bi-curious (mostly straight, though)

age
5 years, 3 months

personality
Despite how intimidating the tom may look, he is surprisingly gentle and understanding. He's good at listening and often gives good advice. His tender, almost fatherly personality makes him easy to talk to and get along with. In times of need, he can be more serious and cold, assuming his proper role as a warrior. He is not a pushover nor one to back down easily during fights. His loyalty to New order is strong and he vows to protect his comrades with his life. His group members serve as his reason to fight, hunt, and provide.

description

(art by me)

Amon is a silver and black Kuril Bobtail cat. He is a hefty male, weighing in at over 15lbs. His thick, silver fur only adds to his intimidatingly substantial size. Although he is large, the majority of his weight is pure muscle and fur from years of fighting and training for New Order. The brute only has a few blemishes here and there, a small tear on the ear and a scratch on the nose, which is surprising given his role in New Order. The tom has bright amber eyes, sometimes disguised as yellow in the light.

history
Born into New Order, he was raised and trained to be a successful warrior, much like his father. His father was one of New Order's fiercest warriors and Amon respected him greatly, looking up to him and striving to be like him for many of his early days. His mother was a scout for New Order, but due to becoming ill while pregnant, she passed during birth. His father ended up passing after sustaining major injuries during a fight years later. Since then, Amon has promised to make his father proud by being a warrior in New order as well.

relationships
??? - Parents - deceased
??? - sibling(s) - ???
Mate - open

other
n/a

|"it's just pathetic to give up on something before you even give it a shot"|

name
Karma (car-muh)| Destiny of fate, life is a game of cause and effect.

group
Shattered Claws

rank
Caretaker

gender
Female - She/Her

sexuality
Pansexual/Panromantic

age
5 years

personality
Karma is a very stern cat who sticks to “old fashioned” rules. She is a little grumpy, but also very kind. She adores kits and loves to spend time with them, which is why she chose to be a caretaker. She believes that she can develop kind, caring, but tough characters like herself to survive in this everchanging and harsh world. She teaches the kits she looks over to See the positive in every situation, but to also be cautious in every situation and around all faces, new and old. She is a very well-tempered and well-mannered cat that no one has ever seen angry. When she isn’t caring for kits, she can be found meditating and sharpening her skills. Negatively, she is over-protective. No matter what cat tries to come into contact with the kits she watches will be met by a questioning force that isn’t to be reckoned with. She is also very soft for the kits that they often take advantage of her kindness, but she will punish them when she notices.

description
Karma is a Serval feline. She stands at 24 inches which is average for a serval and is 38 inches long. Her body is visibly muscular and grey hairs invade her pelt in patches. Karma also has slightly larger paws than most, giving her an easier tolerance to ground heat and allowing for longer endurance. Her eyes are an elegant sage green that look kind and soft. Although she is otherwise strong, she has impaired hearing that allows for better eyesight. She has a small ear size and normal pupils. She has small scattered scars and one large one that is extremely visible on the inside of her right ear. Her left ear is torn. Her markings include cheetah-like spots that travel the length and height of her body. Her underbelly and legs are white. Karma weighs in at about 40 pounds. She can run nearly 50 miles per hour for 2 hour increments.
Source: ID#52243922 Farinoza | Dreamstine.com | Free Download

History (TW: Abuse, Neglect, Death)
Karma was born to two serval parents on a summer evening. The parents weren’t planning on having a child at all and it was quite the surprise when Lana began to show. Karma was born later than expected and Lana died after the birth of Karma. Zeke promised Lana that he would take full responsibility for Karma and that he would watch over her until she could hunt for herself. Zeke hardly did his part. He merely ground food for her until she was 6 months. He taught her how to jump at a young age and she could jump 5 feet and she was digging in burrows at 8 months. Zeke often abused Karma for Lana’s death. At 9 moons, he named her Karma, because he believed she would get bad karma for her mother’s death. After another moon, her father disappeared one night as she slept. She has assumed him to be dead ever since.

By the time that Karma had turned 1 year old, two sizable groups had risen in Gray City. She was constantly travelling and once word of the two groups had caught up to her, she knew she could finally have a home. About 50 miles off of where she was, she sprinited for nearly an hour to reach Gray City alone. After spending the day questioning other cats and scouting the city, she decided she wanted to join the Shattered Claws. The next day, She approached the Shattered Claws territory cautiously. The patrol who saw her enter was kind, but cautious and asked her business. They took her to the leader (I’m not sure if Aonani was the leader four years ago). The leader was generous enough to let a whole different species of feline stay in her ranks. Karma enjoyed 2 years of her clan life as a hunter, succeeding at jumping to catch various birds and using her long limbs to reach for burrowed prey. In an unfortunate encounter with a human, Karma’s left ear was torn and she is now deaf on her left side. Serval’s rely on their ears for hunting so she retired at only 3 years old.

Karma decided she wanted to find a mate and have kits. Her old mate, Sekki, agreed to wanting kits. After several unsuccessful attempts, she went to one of the healers. As soon as this healer heard, they knew exactly what the issue was and regretted to inform Karma that she was infertile. Karma spent many nights sulking, not knowing what to do. She decided to become a care-taker and help watch the kits of other mothers. Her mate, Sekki, died to a bullet wound of a soldier. Whether it was an accident or not, Karma spent her time grieving for a month before returning to her duties. Now, at 5 years old, she is an experienced caretaker and is a hunter in her spare time or when there is not kits to watch over.

relationships
mate: Open
Ex-mate: Sekki (deceased)
Friends:Open
Foes: Open
Mother: Lana (Deceased)
Father: Zeke (deceased)
Brother:None
Sister: None
Kits: Unable to have kits


sample
See Hecate

other
Theme: Jesus in LA - Alec Benjamin

name
Spitfire

group
New Order

rank
Warrior

gender
Female (she/her)

sexuality
Bisexual

age
2 years, 3 months

personality
Spitfire is, as her name implies, a bundle of energy. She will bounce from cat to cat, place to place without a second thought as to what she's doing or if it's a good idea. She can definitely come off as quite mean-spirited and even annoying to some cats, especially those a lot older than her that can't deal with her youthful energy. She likes to poke and prod at other cats, giving them what she calls 'playful insults' to 'build their character'. When it comes down to it though, Spitfire is mostly all bark and no bite and will turn tail from any fight she doesn't think she can win. She usually relies on her wit and biting words to defer combat but has come on the bad end of a few cats in her shot life. All the fire is, however, mostly just a facade she puts up to keep her safe from letting anyone get too close and in reality she's a very lonely cat that would actually really like a friend. Not that she'd ever admit that though. It would take a lot of patience and a cat that could see past her spiky personality to bring out the Spitfire that would just like to have friends.
description
(will maybe make some art for her and put it here!)
Spitfire is a small-ish short-furred Calico. Her pelt is majority white, with large black and ginger splotches lining her back and halfway down her sides. Her muzzle and nose are also white, with her left eye being surrounded by a tabby ginger patch and her right (or what remains) surrounded by black, with her ears matching those colours. Spitfire wears her past on her body in the form of a missing right eye and half of a black tail, her remaining eye being a bright green. Her nose and pawpads are a soft rose colour, though they have been scuffed and her white paws are usually always greyed with dirt.

history
Found abandoned as a kit and brought into New Order to be trained, Spitfire wasn't always as callous as she portrays herself now. During her Warrior training, she had what she thought were two close friends that would run around and pick on the smaller cats, which she gladly partaked in. When they got into trouble for being a bit too rough with some of the kits and younger training cats, Spitfire stood her ground and thought her friends would stand with her, but found that they weren't there for her when it really counted and her 'punishment' for her insubordination led to her losing her eye. Her tail was lost in an incident that was entirely her own fault, where she was being chased by a dog after sneaking out into the city on her own and getting her tail stuck in some wire. The wire eventually tightened so much around her tail that the bloodflow stopped and it just... dropped off. Spitfire likes to say her physical flaws don't bother her and makes up for it by insulting other's appearances, but it is infact a sore spot for her and anyone insulting how she looks or how she got her injuries is immediately placed on her bad list (which is now considerably long). She has learnt to mellow out a bit with those in higher ranks than her, if only to keep the rest of her body intact, but it has certainly not stopped her picking on those lower than her. Spitfire gained her name from the queen that took her in, as she apparently yowled and hissed at any other cat that came near her as soon as she opened her eyes.

relationships
absolutely none, she hates everyone >:(

sample

name
Nyx
[of Greek origin, meaning 'night']

group
Shattered Claws

rank
Kit

gender
Male, He/Him

sexuality
Unknown

age
3 weeks

personality
Stubborn, adventurous, naive, bold
(will have a more detailed version as I flesh him out in the rp)

description
Click for source


Nyx's small body is covered in short, fluffy silver fur with a mixture of gray/black tabby markings. Some white can be seen on his mouth and around the eyes. Blending with the silver to cause a dirty white color on his chest/stomach area. His eyes are mostly green with gray rings along the outer edges. The kit's legs are a bit lanky, which causes him to be pretty clumsy more often than not. Making walking around a chore within itself.

history
Nyx was born into a group called the Shattered Claws, along with his other siblings. Still young, the kit has no knowledge of what happened to the city and what is still going on to this day. Though he has a lot to learn if he is going to survive in this war torn world.

relationships
Parents: Amalia (Mother - Alive, Healer)
Siblings: 5 unknown kits, Fern (sister)
Mate: Too young

sample
(Refer to Riptide's sheet on page 1)

other
Will update his sheet as he ages and grows.
(2nd Character)