name
Hades

group
New Order

rank
Guard

gender
Male he/him
sexuality
Bisexual

age
4 ½ years old

personality
Strong willed and kind, Hades may look menacing because of his size and intense stare, but he's one of the sweetest cats you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting. He's patient and always willing to lend an ear or a paw. That is unless he's doing his job, in which he doesn't care for messing around. He knows when it's play time and when to get his game face on.

However, Hades' strong will can be seen as stubbornness and when he wants something, he'll always try to find a way to get it. Also his kind nature leads him to be a little careless with who he trusts.

His calm attitude also helps in stressful situations, rarely ever having to raise his voice in anger. Few things can break his level headedness, dogs being one of those few things. A nasty run in left him with some scars, mentally and physically.

description

Art by me

Hades is a strong, large, and powerful cat. His bulky stature makes him intimating to look at, plus the scars along his back and notches in his ear don't help much. As a Maine Coon, Hades is naturally very large, standing at a good 15 inches and weighing in around 16 pounds on a good day. He has intense yellow eyes with a serious case of rbf and thick, fluffy black fur. But don't judge him by his looks.

history
Hades was born into the new order. His parents, Jaybird and Apollo. They raised him to be the best he could be and encouraged him to climb the ranks of the group. And that's exactly what Hades did. He excelled in his own rank and always arrived to be the greatest. This caused him to be a little cocky in his younger years.

One day when he was out on his own, Hades got a whiff of a strange smell. Knowing his own size and power, he got ready for a fight. This was no ordinary threat though. It was a dog, a mean one too. Hades got beat and thrown around, but by using his head even in that moment, he played dead for what felt like hours before the dog finally left. Hades was beat up and bloodied, but managed to limp his way home. This near death experience made him rethink his former cocky attitude and he mellowed out soon enough.

relationships
Mother: Jaybird
Father: Apollo
Mate: Open/none
Friends: Open/none
Enemies: Open/none

sample
Rain pattered around Hades, soaking his paws and trickling into his thick, already sopping fur. He stared down an alleyway scanning the open street before him, waiting for the perfect moment to cross. Loud yelling could be heard far off in the distance, the voice belonging to a human soldier that wasn’t too far off from the alley where Hades sat, still scanning.

‘Not yet…’ Hades thought, flicking rain droplets from his wet ear. He took a small step forward and kept low to the ground, his belly fur getting soaked from the wet cement. Taking another small step forward, he held his breath and sprinted forward, beelining it toward the other side of the street.

His paws splashed in the puddles forming in the divets of the asphalt, making a pattering sounded that echoed between the buildings, barely audible over the sounds of distant yelling.

That's when it happened, a loud thunderous sound coming from down the avenue. A car. Hades almost froze in fear but picked up his already sprinting pace. He cringed as pain shot through his bad leg that wasn't used to this kind of speed.

Hades front legs hit the curb and he tripped over it, his face hitting the cement and his back legs going in the air slightly. He dodged the car by a whisker, feeling the wind from the automobile ruffle his fur. That was close..

other
Hades walks with a small limp from his attack, but he can still fight and run like any other, if only a little bit slower.

name
Clea

group
Shattered Claws

rank
Healer

gender
Female She/her

sexuality
Bisexual

age
3 years

personality
Clea has a warm, kind personality, which reflects in her actions. She is loyal to her friends, being there for them when they need someone to talk to. She is very shy however, and is easily pushed aside and ignored (whether by accident or on purpose). Although she will stick up for her friends, she does need someone to do the same for her.

description
Source

She has long greyish fur, with slight darker stripes, and white unders. Her nose is pale pink, and her eyes are a greeny-yellow. She is also unusually small, compared to other cats.

history
Clea was born as a feral kitten, and was looked after by her mother for her first months. Her mother was an outlier, and although life was hard, she looked after Clea and her other siblings as best as she could. One day, her mother was taken off by animal control, along with the other kittens. However, one wet and tired kitten was left behind, laying behind a dustbin while the rain poured down. She survived for a few days on scraps that she found, but eventually she stumbled upon the Shattered Claws, who took her in as one of them.

relationships
Friends: Aonani, Edelweiss
(Open to relationships, just pm me )

sample
If anyone looked over to the left side of the street, where one particular house was in a poor state of disrepair, they might perhaps see a slight movement in the window frame on the lower floor. Luckily for Clea, nobody had spotted her. Yet.

She was lurking in the shadows, watching the men outside. It was a dark evening, and had recently rained; puddles lay in the street, their surface still and clear. She was searching for food, it had been a hard few days and food had been scarce. Scanning the street, she spotted a bacon scrap fall to the floor. Nobody picked it up, so she prepared herself for the danger which faced her. She crouched on the frame with her ears pricked and ready, and tensed up, waiting. Suddenly she leapt off, her paws silent as she landed, and bounded into the middle of the street. She attempted to snatch the bacon, but a man appeared in front of her. Skidding to a halt, she nearly slipped, but righted herself just in time, and turned around to run in the opposite direction. "A cat!" one man shouted, and there was a sudden commotion. In the panic, she somehow managed to pick up the scrap of bacon in her mouth, and scamper off through a doorway. The people followed half-heartedly but soon got fed up and returned to their work.

Meanwhile Clea winded her way through seemingly endless rooms and stairs, and eventually emerged on a balcony on the other end of the street. She sat down panting, and delicately placed the small bacon slice on the floor. It looked very small, and not much to risk her life for, but to the cats of the city, the scraps were a lifeline. She washed herself carefully, her tiny pink tongue licking her fur back into place, before lying down to nibble at the bacon. It was a successful hunt, and she could sleep through the night with some food in her tummy, a occasion that was becoming alarmingly less frequent for the cats.

other
Nothing else :)

"i am a man, i ain't afraid of the rain."

name
Denver {dehn-ver | Old English and French origin, meaning "green valley"}

group
Shattered Claws

rank
mediator

gender
male (he/they)

sexuality
panromantic and asexual

age
nine years and two months

personality
Before the death of his siblings, Denver was exuberant and joyful. Always cracking jokes and making the best of any situation, he was a favorite of many cats in the Shattered. He loved hunting and training young cats, and was often regarded as a giver of advice.

After the deaths of Paris and York, though, Denver's personality took a turn for the worse. He frequently wanders far from the camp, sometimes bringing back prey, other times just sneaking back in and going to sleep. He tends to snap and turn on cats frequently, and his demeanor is much more aggressive than it has ever been. Some cats blame it on his old age, but most cats recognize it as grief and give him the space he requires.

description

credit
Jet black and sleek despite a few gray hairs and scars, Denver is your average omen of bad luck. He has bright, intelligent green eyes set in a pointed face. The tip of his left ear is missing, and there are several places on his pelt where scars have torn his fur away permanently. He is average-sized for a cat - there are cats both larger and smaller than him in the Shattered. Despite his growing age, he is still strong and a fairly skilled fighter.

history
Denver was born into the Shattered with two siblings. He lived a fairly normal life, although he choose the path of a hunter rather than a healer. He made this decision as he loved being active and moving around, and had absolutely no talent with herbs or mental counseling. Around the time of the humans' conflict starting, Denver moved into the rank of mediator with his siblings, who died a few months after when caught in the middle of a battle. Their deaths have made him a different cat than he used to be - he's harsher in judgement and tends to snap more than he ever did.

relationships
mother ~ Whisper (deceased)
father ~ Fell (deceased)
siblings ~ Paris, York (both deceased)
mate ~ open