AGAMEDE || INTERNAL AFFAIRS

RPED BY HONEYSTORM
The least known sister of the litter, but the most eccentric and mysterious. Cats are attracted to her like moths to a flame, though most never seem to be able to remember from day to day, forgetting her existence entirely once she's out of sight. And that's exactly how she wants it. Silvery-white, with enchanting lines written across her face, framing around beautiful, soft periwinkle eyes, she is a beautiful feline, and yet, no matter what seems to happen, she slips the mind of all who know her, coming and going like misty mornings, a face to be seen, but not recognized. And that is what makes her ideal for her job. She could stand in plain sight, and no one would be any wiser to her presence, continuing on as if she were a mere ghost. She sees this as some sort of power of hers, bestowed by the same underworld creatures who sent Senescence, whom she believes to be a demon, to save her and her siblings from their mother. It is largely for this reason that she does not fear the ghosts, the crypt demon, or any mortal being. Agamede has seen the truly terrifying, the beasts that are allowed to freely roam the world, and it helped her. So what has she to fear from anyone else?

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AKABANE (BANE) || FOREIGN AFFAIRS

rped by STARK RAVING MAD
He possesses the rare recessive red trait from Kotori’s side of the family. He is a rare red bengal with exotic green eyes and a half black face like his father. His back legs are black like foxes and the rim of his ear is also black. He’s a hot head like his father and is a bit slow when it comes to understanding subjects. There’s a laziness he possesses about learning new things, but will practice for hours on learning new battle moves. He’s closest with his uncle Thane, an ex proxy, now mate to the leader of Absum Lux. His uncle Thane was very close to his mother and he enjoys hearing stories about her as well as learning battle moves his uncles learned across two revolution groups and two clans. Like his father when he loves someone he becomes obsessive of them. Feeling entitled that he owns, not them, but their love. He worships the ground they stand on and will do anything for them, but should they turn their backs on him or he’s fooled into thinking a fling meant something don’t turn your back on him. He’ll stalk your every movement, know your entire bloodline, memorize all your favorite places. His love is lethal, he’s not known as a killer or an especially powerful authority figure like his other siblings, he’s the deadly stalker and the last love mistake you’d ever make.

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AKAMU || FOREIGN AFFAIRS

rped by HONEYSTORM
Akamu is a large Maine Coon tom with deep copper eyes. He has a white undercoat shaded with a vibrant rust color along his spine that fades as it travels down his body, to his paws which are a pale, creamy shade not unlike the stain blood would leave on a pristine white pelt after the substance has initially been washed away. Taller than even his mother, Sayaka, who never payed him much mind, he certainly has a personality to match. Energetic and boisterous, it's not just his size and coloring that stand out among the colors of the creeping growth and decrepit buildings. He is spirited, and has a tendency to be a bit louder than he should, whether it be his thunderous paws on cracked ground, or split the night with a loud laugh. He can almost always bring a smile to his face for the light-less group and is genuinely kind, though fierce in battle and extremely loyal. Sometimes, despite this, however, he can be misconstrued as vain or of acting superior to others, due largely to the fact he has to physically look down to meet others' eyes, standing well above many of them. But that doesn't matter all that much to him. He lives as he wishes, and what others think is what they think, it hardly concerns him.

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ALEXANDRIA || INTERNAL AFFAIRS

rped by HONEYSTORM
Black panther like pelt with a snow leopard print from her chest fluffing up to her shoulders like a big fur scarf. She has gorgeous frosted green eyes like her mother. She looks even more like her sister Monique. They could each commit a crime, but no one would know which one did it. Despite the beautifully sleek fur and lean, toned body that just screams royalty, Alexandria is a rare breed who seems to fade into the background with nothing more than a secretive smile, only for a cat to wind up dead. Subtle are her methods, sneaking and poison, her Shaman blood sparking curiosity in things more than the ways of claws and tongue. She, more than many others, is not the cat to cross. No, she won't confront you directly, humiliate you in front of your peers, but she will slowly leech the life from you and your loved ones, forcing you to watch everything fall around you before you yourself succumb to the void, only to disappear without a trace, not even allowing such satisfaction as knowing your killer will be brought to light. Quiet, relatively respectful, and seemingly obedient, Alexandria may seem a touch out of place among the rough characters she grew up with, but inside, there's that same, endless darkness just waiting to be unleashed on the world.

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ARDEN || FOREIGN AFFAIRS

rped by HONEYSTORM
Son of Vera, the fallen Assassin. After being dragged into a civil war that painted himself as the new Primal Instinct prospect for Nemesis, the tom's been out of the picture. Solaris was kind enough to spare him, but he lost everything. Fallen from grace, his relatives stripped of their power entirely under Marchosais reign, the sage-gold eyed bengal has taken a step back from the limelight. What was once ambition has turned to focus on preserving the fractured family of his in the League. There isn't much left, but regardless, he hopes it can be nurtured and maintained.

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AVA || INTERNAL AFFAIRS

rped by JETCLAW
Ava lacks the ability to truly feel emotions. Try as she might she can't feel anything, she was brought into the league by Crimson, who suggested that perhaps what she needed was pursuing battle and blood. Unfortunately it is not battle that gets Ava's blood pumping, and truly feel something for once, it is cats. Once she finds a cat she wants she'll do everything to make them hers. Be it as a 'friend' or as a mate. They're hers, but in turn she is also theirs. Fortunately thanks to her training, Ava has plenty of tactics and tricks to get what she wants, or destroy what gets in her way. Ava is a dark tabby she cat with a white muzzle, white paws and amber eyes.

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AZAD || INTERNAL AFFAIRS

rped by HONEYSTORM
A brown tabby with dull, blind blue eyes. Formerly known as Subject One. Once Sayaka died, he chose his own, new, name. He's a salty blind boi, and he'll fight anyone.

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BARBATOS || AMBASSADOR

rped by HONEYSTORM
Barbatos has always been a tom unconfined by rules. Going where he pleases though he always keeps a home to return to when he needs a break. He waltzes into trouble with a crooked grin and boisterous laugh.

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BLAIR || AMBASSADOR

rped by HONEYSTORM
A puppeteer, pulling on the strings as the rest of the world travels obliviously by. Ghostly white fur fading into the fog and shadows, only the faintest gray-blue markings of royalty staining his otherwise pristine pelt. Dolls dance at his will, grotesque effigies of children with sewn up wounds and dry, lifeless fur that keep the eerie tom company. Hypnotic moonstone eyes of the palest, clearest silver draw you in, ethereal, holographic shades of blue seeming to emanating from his eyes that captures your very soul. Can't you see the craftsmanship of his toys? Aren't you jealous? Would you like to join his collection? Blair wants you to be with him.. forever. And what Vera's grandson wants, he gets, at any cost. Resistance is met with tantrums and destruction, crying and whining until he gets what he wants. What is his /is his/, and any who would dare to take that away from him must die. Possessive, childish, cold-blooded, obsessiveness runs in his genes, a yandere who latches onto things and people and refuses to let them go even at a detriment to himself or others. Otherwise sweet, if highly immature, his love for his family rises to insane levels, any who would take them away from him having a special place reserved in his collection. Death has always been a part of his life, from the first life he took, belonging to a kittypet with a cute little teddy bear he quickly claimed for his own, to the dolls he collects, crudely taxidermied cats and creatures of all kinds, kits mainly, cleanly killed, flesh removed to be replaced by feathers, skin laid back over, and set up in his underground gallery. Often, when he works, haunting music can be heard from the cavern, a beautifully child-like voice that mesmerizes. Pravian by blood, and blood before all, though he hardly fits into the neat little box of perfection he is taught to display.

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DANTE || FOREIGN AFFAIRS

rped by CYANIDE
A cat so complex he baffles everyone. A cat that never melds into the shadows like some but throws himself out there with vigor all the while acting like it is a huge chore to do so. A cat more defined by his family that he is by his own actions at times. To explain that last one because it might be confusing for those who haven't been around all that long I'll tell you this. He’s the only surviving son to Halo and nephew to Kiba, which one depends on the time. He’s also a grandchild to a long dead See’r from the old Crowclan. His father though…he’s a mystery or at least his mother won’t tell him who he was only that he had gone and got himself killed before he was born. At this point in his life he doesn’t care. Kiba is the only father figure he could ever want or need, regardless of his true sire. The only thing is, from what he can tell, he must look like his father because every cat he knows he’s related to, besides Lupus, has a deep black coat with stunning blue or green eyes. He on the other hand has a coat that carried the tone of dark soot, deeper grey stripes meld through his coat allowing that tabby effect that runs through his family but is most pronounced on him. That effect gives him the look of a cat risen from the ashes, the dark grey smudges like war paint on his pelt. Now, his eyes are also strange, a deep amber that are devoid of caring about the events happening around him, nothing that a cat like him isn’t used to with the company and family he keeps. But those eyes can tell this cat's story in a glance. The pride, anger, regret, and yes, even some love are all put out to bare in those amber orbs for those who would both to see. But the thing is, some just can't look past his personality.He’s such a snarky tom that holds his head high, and is always itching for a challenge and ready to take one with little hesitation. He's crude and abrupt and says what's on his mind, often to the disdain of his mother but secret amusement of his uncle. He's a large cat, having inherited the size of his grandfather and uncle along with their skills in combat making him all the more conflict happy knowing very few stand a chance against him. But he has an interesting side that comes out sometimes, he can be loving. Pick up you’re jaw because yes this cat is capable of that. He is only this way with cats he hold dear, his mother being the main one, next coming his uncle with in turn shows it back in a fatherly way, and lastly he reserves it for those who might come into his family later. He's a cat of many sides. He is strong. He is brave. He is stubborn. He is dauntless. Now this, a name so fitting he would hate to give it up but the cat does have two names that were bestowed on him at birth by his mother. Dante and Dauntlessfire. A rouge and a clan name, his mixed up life showing through in the fact his mother felt the need to call him by two, as though expecting him to live life outside of the boring clans at some point, a prediction that is bound to become true. He’s not at home in a clan and he has known this since he could first walk. He was a trouble maker as a kit, always leaving camp but Kiba allowed it as long as he returned by sunset or Starclan help him Kiba came onto him like an avenging angel for worrying him and his mother. They are protective of him, even as he grew older, his mother the most so because she had already lost enough kits, four of the littler of five she had died at birth, leaving only Dauntlessfire. He could understand this, he knew his mother was heartbroken at the time of his birth and it took her a long to become what she was before that. But what he couldn't see coming was Halo murdering cats in Dayclan before being confronted by his uncle who'd been her final victim. Her life had been taken by Deal, rightfully so. But he's scared. He left Dayclan to wander, doing what he wanted when he wanted not a care in the world. He finally landed with the league, his mothing being right he'd need his rouge name at some point. He has kits, one being Calamityshrine and the rest have yet to seek him out. Knowing all of this, is he what you expected? If not then stick around, things are just about ready to get interesting.

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DESIREE || AMBASSADOR

rped by STARDANCE
The sun sets on a world of pain and agony and ushers in a night of suffering and fear. It is quite relaxing, isn't it? The stench, or aroma, of fear everywhere, the sticky traces of blood on the walls. It soothes the soul. Desiree is calmed by such smells and actions. She has always been inquisitive, eager to learn what makes something tick, if anything a little to inquisitive. She wants to learn what drives something, but only to learn how to control it. That core personality gives way to other more layered parts of the she-cat. She is prideful of her work, perhaps more so than she should be. Being she was raised in a prime of the New Order, she lacks sympathy in casual conversation. Sympathy is reserved for the privileged, not the weak commoner. After all, she does not want to participate in perpetuating weakness. Such a thing would be repulsive. Her eyes are a frosted jade green. Her fur is primarily red with some black undertones. Silver flecks run down her body as if an ember was fighting for its life. She is the daughter of Belarus and Terrain. She knows she has powerful blood, but she does not draw any part of herself from there. Such a thing would lead to arrogance, which would, in time, evolve into oversight. Oversight would allow others to beat her than she could slaughter. It would be weakness. Obvious, intolerable, and dire weakness.

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DISCO || AMBASSADOR

rped by HONEYSTORM
The palest cream-white color cloaks her snow lynx bengal frame, ethereal and alluring, glittered fur shimmering like snow on a moonlit winter night. Vaguely darker spots the color of light sepia splash across her fur, turned to bronze by the light catching nature of her fur that persists even in the most complete darkness. Her eyes, in contrast, are dark and mysterious, midnight blue frosted at their core and cracked through with pale silver like broken black ice. She is a vamp sort of cat, with fangs just a touch too long, with a snake earring coiled down one of her ears and an attitude that turns toms and she-cat's alike to putty in her silk touched paws. She is wild and free like a song, full of intoxicating thrill that is sure to get your blood pumping, and a heart colder than anything you've ever seen. Unabashedly confident, and blatantly flirtatious, she drags cats in before they ever truly know they've fallen. She is beauty, she is grace, and she is the first cat who will leave you lying dead in a ditch, the transition so quick it would make your head spin. Every cat she has is her true love, and every death is love forgotten, for they fall hard and fast for her, yet she couldn't care less. It bothers her some, to be incapable of feeling romantic love in that way, at least thus far in her life. Like something is missing. But it's a thought fleeting and kept to herself, filled with flings and dance and death in it's place.

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DRISCAL || PUNISHMENT

rped by SPOT
A dark, twisted minded, cold hearted brown and white tabby tom with burning amber eyes with specks of orange as if fire was being held captive inside a deep, glossy prison. He has a broad head, broad shoulders, and half of his ear missing caused by being ripped off by a dog he had come face to face with in the twoleg lands. This particular tom is not one anyone can easily forget. With his ruthless glare, he can send cats fleeing with their tails between their legs with just a single glance. This feline is no cat. The best way to describe him is as a monster. Former rogue, he was imprisoned by the cats of Primal Instinct. Though after requesting initiation he was eventually promoted to being a hunter. However, sometimes he feels that being a hunter is too much of a low position for him. He has ambitions to be more powerful. If that will ever happen, he isn’t sure but it would be nice to watch pathetic cats bow to him and obey his every order.

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EMIKO || INTERNAL AFFAIRS

rped by HONEYSTORM
Kotori's daughter, serial killer extraordinaire. A cute little thing with cream colored bengal fur, barely off white with sandy beige stripes and the most innocent baby blues you've ever seen. She is kitten size, tiny and cute, smaller than even her father, and she never did get any bigger, clearly the runt of the litter. She's sickly sweet, and if one didn't know her backstory or her father, it's only too, too, easy to think she's just some lost clan cat who didn't know any better. As it so happens, she's a trained healer, and would much, much rather watch cats suffer than help out, and she hopes to make her father proud.

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EVE || FOREIGN AFFAIRS

rped by JETCLAW
Eve is a bit of a black sheep amongst the league members. Drawn into the league through her daughter, and her desire to keep the whole family together. She brought not only herself but her entire family into the league to join. She is extremely altruistic and surprisingly empathetic. She doesn't find the same joy in killing as other members of the league. But does see it as a necessary evil and is willing to do it for the sake of her family staying in the league. Though often giving a cheerful exterior, deep inside is a core of iron. Iron will to do whatever must be done for the sake of her family, her children and the league. She is not squeamish nor does she flinch at the copious amounts of blood and gore. She will do what she must, especially kill in the name of her family. But it's not surprising some might see the warmth in her light green eyes and miss the blazing fire of love that will torch any, who lay a single hair on one of her family members. She is a silver and black tabby cat with white paws and some white on her muzzle.

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FAE || PUNISHMENT

rped by CYANIDE
Fae is something else. First thing you’ll notice is how long her legs are and how regality she holds herself. She’s a beautiful she cat with an angular face that very rarely shows emotion. Her pelt shares it’s color with a winter's snow, her entire body an unmarred canvas. There isn’t a splash of color until you get to her eyes. Her eyes are pure gold, the kind you hear about in fairy tales and see in pirate’s treasure chests. If you catch them in the right light they even sparkle like the real thing. But it’s fools gold. Behind this beautiful facade you will find nightmares. She’s well trained, her mentor has made sure of that. Fast and deadly, her battle style seems like a dance. Spinning, slashing, slaying. Cats can’t seem to keep up with her as she dances around them. She paints herself, her empty canvas becoming filled with color. Red. She loves the look of red with gold, dare she say that it’s her favorite.

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FLORIAN || PUNISHMENT

rped by HONEYSTORM
A green eyed tuxedo tom with an attitude problem. Thoughtless, sarcastic, the type to throw himself headfirst into something before realizing the implications, his insecurities masked by a show of arrogance. Despite having been long gone from WaterClan, and having no desire to join up with SwiftClan at this current point in time, he still harbors the anger the sickness instilled on him.

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FUJIN || AMBASSADORS

rped by HONEYSTORM
Finding a free spirit is hard in a place such as the League. Harder still is it to find someone so absolutely energetic and carefree, full of laughter and cheer even in the darkest of moments, one so utterly incapable of seriousness or understanding consequences. Fujin is such a cat. Nothing bothers him. His laughter rings through the trees as readily as his claws rip through flesh, and to him, there is no such thing as fear, worry, or regret. There is only the thrill of the chase, the adrenaline coursing through his veins in every waking moment, the death defying stunts and risking it all. For him, there is no other way to live. As such, he as amassed a sort of cult following, of those who worship his energy and are fascinated by the tom's complete and utter insanity. There is no cat who speaks an ill word to his face, lest their blood paint the ground seconds later to the raucous laughter and joy of those whom he associates with. The brown tabby is the light of the party, his green gaze permanently alight with reckless fervor, always on the edge of losing it all, his white tipped toes almost permanently stained with the blood of his victims. He is the high roller, the careless, the carefree, and the crazy. Now, why don't you come along and he'll show you a good time?

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^GRAVEL || INTERNAL AFFAIRS

rped by GIDGETGAL
At first glance, a she-cat like her seems almost out of place; a gorgeous black and ginger tortoiseshell with stunning light hazel eyes. Her body is matted a few scars, but they're always old and faded, never fresh. At second glance, it becomes obvious that she's different from the rest; she carries herself with confidence and pride that would normally be unthinkable for someone of her age and rank. But no one has ever dared try to correct her behavior, and for good reason. Once upon a time, Gravel was known as Gravelstar, leader of Waterclan. Initially isolated by her clanmates for her love of fighting, it was only when her clan was threatened did Gravelshell rise up the ranks with the honor of a true warrior, serving under Phoenixstar as a loyal deputy before taking on the position of leader herself, leading Waterclan for several generations. But after a traitor within Waterclan itself arose and murdered several innocent cats, she swiftly dealt with the problem before stepping down from her position without a second thought. For moons afterward, she stood strong alongside her clan through plague, uprising, and loss, but everyone eventually has a breaking point. When Waterclan was washed away to destruction, for the first time in her life she made the choice to be selfish and put her own family above the clan she had sacrificed so much for. That was what led her and her family to Primal Instinct; the birthplace of the love of Gravel’s life and father of her kits, Lucistic. To most, Gravel appears to be a very solitary and stoic cat, serious and a real stickler for the rules. But those close to her know the truth: she is a passionate and dynamic soul, a cat who puts her heart and entire being into everything she does, and once she makes a decision, she almost never wavers, even if that choice ends up being the wrong one. But above all, she has a caring heart and is willing to go above and beyond to make her home and family happy, even if it means giving up her own life to do so. 3 lives remaining.

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HARMONY || PUNISHMENT

rped by STARK RAVING MAD
A pretty brown Siamese she-cat with piercing blue eyes. The younger sister of Lux, she is a bit more composed than her brother. All for fun and games but, only once the work is done, something the two can never actually agree on. Prim and proper you'll never see her with any strand of fur out of place. Not vain just, takes great pride in her appearance. If you need something done she is the cat you want to see. Usually she can be found attempting to pick up the slack that her brother doesn't bother with but, has given up on trying to pull him together. She can come off at bit curt and sometimes cold but, in reality Harmony is a sweetheart. A people-pleaser that will work themselves to the bone if left unchecked. a bit of a control freak, she will never trust others to do any task she knows she can do herself. Harmony is always secretly stressed out but, hides it well behind her cheerful happy demeanor. She knows when to hold her tongue and when she can let lose but, more often than not will remain quiet unless she is confiding in someone.

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IVORYCROWN || AMBASSADOR

rped by PAO
She's named for her fur being as white as ivory on the tips of magolias encircled with crowns of grey that start at the top of her cheeks and run till the tip of her tail. Ivorycrown possesses her father's eyes, amber gold and filled with pride. Anger finds her easily, filling her small body to the brim until she implodes. She cares not as to who or what she destroys in her wake only that she can be heard. After all, she's a noble by the MoonClan blood running through her veins. Her words are dangerous, just as her claws are sharp and her heart filled with pride. Ivorycrown is the product of a prideful and enraged tom named Peanutblossom, and a noble and an outcast she-cat named Ravencrypt. Her parents have never been true mates, only flings for times here and there, frustrating the she-cat to no end. She sees no point in doing anything half-heartedly or by chance. If there's no chance of a benefit for her she sees no point in participating in the activity. Its situations like her parents that drive her to frustration induced sarcasm, though that's partially all she speaks in as it is.

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JACQUERIE || FOREIGN AFFAIRS

rped by GOLDCREST
A prince, they would call him. Their hope, their future, their guidance. First born son of a faraway city cult—The Subjects of Above—had its positives. The leader, his mother, was very powerful. The members worshipped her almost as much as they worshipped their Gods (of course, nobody could come before their Gods). She revelled in the attention, and as her son, Jacquerie was given the same attention. His siblings, not so much. He was pristine and perfect and so above everyone for so long that his ego never left. After a rebellion in which he helped create, Jacquerie left the Cult in search of something new. His siblings came along. He came to Primal Instinct a distant, easily angered, and threatening force. And threatening was exactly the best way to describe him. He was a large, scarred brown tabby with a glare that could kill on the spot. He was blunt and never afraid to say or do what was on his mind. He could get his paws dirty, for sure. As he thought he was better than everyone, he knew there was no need to get close. A part of him longed for at least some form of a relationship, but of course he was very contained. He wasn’t very patient; his anger always got the better of him. It was an uncontrollable force. All his emotions were like that, and he felt them strongly.

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JAZZ || FOREIGN AFFAIRS

rped by |MOON
He was born for greatness, it’s just a shame he’s on the lazy side. Jazz was supposed to be a pampered show cat, a bengal of the best breeding. Yet he foolishly left with his brother Funk for a life of adventure and debauchery. Of course, he didn’t stay with his brother for long, drifting off to live alone. He settled into a lovely little valley in the mountains, trading things with passing cats. He spent nearly three years like that, trading what he caught or made with passing loners. It was glorious for him, he would offer things to everyone and if they could not give him something he would keep them around to work for him. Of course, it ended when cat after cat kept coming by talking of his brother. Eventually, he was worn down by all the gossip and had to see it himself; his brother leading a whole bunch of cats. It was a sight to and to be fair he wasn’t doing a terrible job of it either. So Jazz decided to relocate his business to the League. The city offers new opportunities even if it lacks the views. His large frame usually is enough to get his way without a fight. He has a rich tan coat made of silky, yet dense fur. Over it is chocolate colored rosettes ringed in black. Black striping covers his legs, tail, face, and chest. A creamy white covers his muzzle. His large head is matched with wide rounded ears. His eyes are a deep golden that seem to stare into one’s soul. Overall he is an imposing figure who rarely will actually lift a claw to harm someone, he has someone who does that for him.

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KANYA || PUNISHMENT

rped by HONEYSTORM
At first, she appears fairly normal, with pretty, thick gray fur, faded like frost at the tips, though she is larger than is typical of most cats. Her eyes are a bright color, with paler flecks, giving her eyes a frosted glaze much like her pelt. It all seems alright, at least until she opens her mouth. Kanya has no tongue. For a while, she did, and the members of Absum Lux can attest to that fact. However, one day, she just stopped talking, still but a Suckling. It wasn't until a while later cats realized she couldn't actually talk. Instead, she just smiled, attempting to convey her words through gestures and body language, hiding the fact she was any different other than seemingly having no desire to speak anymore. No one really knows how it happened, but when you consider her family, it might make a bit more sense. Her father is Caulan, son of Sayaka, who left Absum Lux for Primal Instinct. He had kits, and of course Sayaka found him. Her grandmother one day stole her, and she's been with Absum Lux ever since. All she is is a bargaining chip to the patched silver tabby, a way to keep her waywards son on a tight leash, and Kanya's powerless to stop it. Despite the inability to speak, Kanya is quite a polite feline, humble, trying to please her relatives. However, she can't stand to be underestimated, easily able to get to the point of being violent from her anger. All in all, she's quite a skilled feline, and would make a nice friend, if given the chance, though one should be wary of making an enemy of her. Claws can hurt as much as words.

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KOTORI || INTERNAL AFFAIRS

rped by FAITH
Kotori is a small jet black tom with a half crescent moon face and exotic gilded green eyes like his fathers and a long scar over his right shoulder. He has a high snarky, naturally sarcastic voice that often gets him in trouble. He comes from Renegade Regime, but is a quarter Primal Instincts. This prince of ultimate sass is known as the graduation day serial killer back in his home clan. He killed three retired medicine cats and two of his siblings as well as injuring an elder, three kits, and an apprentice with an a failed attempt at murdering his father. He stole the extra lives of the chamans and leaders in order to have nine for his dearly beloved Cyra to have. His murder all from the result of two star crossed lovers. Silver scars outline his body, desperate defensive wounds his victims inflicted upon him. He may take some offense if someone called him ugly so he often pampers himself, covering up the scars with anything that could blend into his liquid black fur. It’s not uncommon to see him sharpening his claws into a perfect manicure just for him to chew them up again. Despite being a murderer his anxiety levels are higher than he lets anyone know. He often gives backhanded sassy comments towards other people as a coping mechanism and calling him a compulsive liar wouldn’t be far from the truth. His compulsive lies are what brought him to his murder spree, constantly faking tears and smiles towards people he never liked. Repressing back the storm inside of him until it came free on his graduation day as a spy. He is capable of caring for others, but never above his own life, except for Cyra who he will kill and die for. However he holds a distrust towards everyone despite no one giving him a reason to distrust them. He’s often a coward to his own emotions.

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LORAH || FOREIGN AFFAIRS

rped by HONEYSTORM
He's a gift to the world, a god among cats, above them all and no one can ever compare! Well, actually, no he isn't. His most prominent memory of his young life is that image of his big sister, Eshek, standing over the bloody bodies of his father and siblings, leaving him and then eventually turning around to bring him with her. From little on, he heard her complaints about tom, saw her worship of the she-cats, and was always made to do her dirty work. So much so that his tortoiseshell fur has seemed to take on a ruddy, rusty tinge, as though permanently tainted with dried blood, the black deep and opaque as always across his ears and in patches along his back and the side of his neck. What might have once been orange is now darkened russet-brown, vague gingery-tan patches in the lighter places hinting at something that might have been another vibrant shade or even white, his paws and even dark shade of stained brownish color. Or maybe the sandy yellow eyed tom was simply born that way, and it is all mere rumor and speculation. He's not the sort of cat who looks like too much on first glance, not particularly tall and on the slimmer side, more feminine than not with a name given by his sister to match. He's an odd creature, sort of like a lost puppy that follows his sibling around, willing to proclaim her greatness and how much he cares for her at every opportunity, though she always seems to staunchly deny they're related at all, which isn't hard given their very different appearances. But it's fine by him. When he's not called to her side, which is rare, he always tries to portray himself his this calm, cool, suave way. All mystery and secrecy and composure. Of course, this only ever seems to apply to she-cats. The second you put a cute tom in front of him and he's a blithering, clumsy mess, a sputtering idiot who can't help but falling hard. He loves his sister, and though he doesn't get her thing with she-cats, that's fine with him, because he's okay with having all the toms.

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LORELEI MANINA || PUNISHMENT

rped by STRAWBERRYCUPID
The horn that signals the end or the beginning, depending on which side you're on. Cloaked in a pelt that intertwines the deep black of hatred and the blooming red of blood wraps her frame, Small strips of white humanity peaking out on her back and legs. Standing tall and lean, she stares at the world through one Emerald green eye that flashes copper and a void black that bleeds red. ripped away from her mother at birth, she miraculously survived along with her two siblings despite the constant abuse thrown at them from their captors. Lorelei always had a mouth on her, and her tongue was threatened to be ripped from her mouth on numerous occasions. Finally, her and her brother managed to escape, leaving their sister behind cause they couldn't get to her in time. After managing to survive on their own, the two separated, and she traveled on her own for a few moons before being saved from a badger by Senescence. Lorelei would never forget that display, a wondrous dance of gore and shadow. It touched her in a way nothing had for a very long time, and she quickly attached herself to the blood and shadow she-cat. Given the name Lorelei Manina, for her attitude and song, she was brought to the League where she quickly flowered. A warlike siren, she sings a deadly tune. Constantly looking for trouble and always finding it, she plays with fire and loves getting burned. She can lure anyone in with playful words and addictive personality, but like a siren she'll only lead you to destruction. Any feelings for anyone are brief and fleeting, it won't be long until she gets bored and finds someone new to play with. The cycle will repeat, and the performance will begin again. Just be sure to close your ears before or else you'll find yourself next.

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LUCISTIC || PUNISHMENT

rped by FAITH
He’s the most handsome version of hell you’ll ever meet. Liquid black fur coats his body like a dark sea reflecting night. His acid green eyes are like poison, tempting to stare into, yet can burn right through you. A trick of the light or a shadow cast the wrong way and you could swear his eyes flash copper. His build is staggering, a whole foot tall with two extra inches on him with a long slender body. His voice is sly and taunting with gentle low rhythm. There are demons in his lungs and chaos singing in his brain. Genetics that infest his soul, cling to his chest, and burrow deep inside. He was born in the land of shadows, Primal Instinct, to the most dangerous proxy couple this planet ever had the great dissatisfaction of knowing. Rake was born to a group of cats that inspired horror stories, a cat with a demon inside of him much like his son. Green or Glowstar as DayClan has come to know her was a lethal assassin who took her rightful place as reaper of the forest. He was kidnapped as a kit and experimented on in Toxicity’s camp. Insanity raked wounds into his chest and soon pure emotions could be confused with delusions of evil. Cats would be driven to death by experiments like what he went through, but he makes broken look so beautiful it’s hard to see the pieces missing in his heart. He masters in mimicry, capable of mimicking not just animal sounds, but that of other cats voices. Sometimes he'll lure his prey out through mocking wounded sounds whether they be cat or prey.

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MELLORI || FOREIGN AFFAIRS

rped by SPOT
Mellori is a small black she-cat with mesmerizing blue-gray eyes and a white tail-tip. She's very shy but her reason for being that way isn't because she is afraid of other cats, it's because of the twisted thoughts that go on inside of her mind. She may look cute and innocent from the outside, but on the inside, she is probably going over all the ways she could end your life. This psychotic feline is skilled in battle. Though he may look like she couldn't do much because of her size but she uses her size to her advantage. Before you could blink, she will be at your throat. She may not be very strong but she is insanely quick. If you want to survive, do not cross this crazy she-cat.

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MIRACLE || FOREIGN AFFAIRS

rped by HONEYSTORM
Soft brown fur and gentle honeyed eyes. Wise eyes and a kind demeanor better suited to anywhere but the League. And yet, she is a cat born and bred in the place known as Primal Instinct. Daugher to Adanna and Liam, granddaughter to Sean, and therefore of the Eerie line, her life began in the League under Roxanne's reign, and one could suppose, she was bound to return to her birthplace. Despite fleeing as a young trainee, growing up a Raiser and quickly rising to Chaman before settling back to life among the den mothers of the Regime, she never could get away from the league. It haunted her thoughts, filled her with rage for all those within, and she insisted she'd never return. Then her mother was killed. Her brother Liam Jr.'s leg mangled beyond use. And she snapped. So, when the Punishment district swept her off her feet and carried her to her prison, she didn't quite resist as much as she could have. Played the part of helpless Raiser with no abilities to speak of. And when she was pitted against another League cat in a fight for her freedom, she won. No one would have expected her to choose joining the bloodthirsty group, and yet she did. She wants to find her mother's killer, and get revenge at all costs; she's finally turned into the League cat everyone always wanted her to be. And yet, even they don't know that she isn't looking outside the League for the assassin, that the one she hunts is among their own ranks.

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MIRZA || INTERNAL AFFAIRS

rped by STARDANCE
The tom is a thin, wiry, white bengal with a black right side of his face that seems to be engulfing the rest of his face. His eyes are a sea glass green often looking at everyone like they’re a piece of prey. Mirza is very close with his family spending time with everyone from his uncle Thane to his aunt Zakiyyah, but he’s closest with his father and brother Akabane. Mirza is always looking out for the family and typically serves their best interest, hence is placement in the Internal Affairs district. If something were to appear that would threaten his family, he wants to be able to warn them. Anyone outside of his family though he’s often self centered and only looking out for himself purely because he feels he cannot trust them. After experiencing how much the League turns on other cats and knowing how the Regime would kill his father given the chance, he doesn’t lend his trust easily to those outside his family. Mirza is highly intelligent and took his training to heart, and is capable of finding cat's weak points in a matter of minutes. He often uses his family's ancient technique, the shadow trick. He’ll lurk in the shadows, dash out and slash someone hard in a weak point and dodge back into the shadows and proceed back and forth. He’s like a bolt of silver and black lightning in battle, weaving in and out till his foe lies dead on the ground. He’s a textbook sociopath, carrying only the heart to look out for his family. While he tries to understand other people's feelings, it's almost impossible for him to, but his family, specifically Thane, had the heart to teach him how to fake a laugh, cry fake tears, and smile with feigned confidence.

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OMEGA || AMBASSADOR

rped by STARDANCE
The omega. The weakest one. The submissive one. The disrespected one. The one who no one cares about. The one who is not essential. The one who is underestimated, ostracized and alienated. The one whose desire for strength and revenge is unparalleled. The one whose claws will one day rip out the throat of phony authority, and replace it with a glorious examples of sheer triumph: victory over a higher power, annihilation of a sworn enemy and abolition of an immoral code. The one is Omega. His power and strength is derived from his past self's submissiveness and weakness. Life is the cruelest thing. Omega was born into Toxicity, though as the runt of the litter. He was weak. Helpless. Useless. Not worth protecting. That is law in Toxicity, is it not? If you can't protect yourself, you can't protect the group. You are not worth protecting. It would be easier to just not exist. Less pain, less suffering; but strength has its roots in struggle, not ease. Omega grew faster because he was so weak. His strength became unmatched against his brothers, all of whom died because of disease, blood loss and plain stupidity. He became more authoritative, more of a leader after the death of his brothers, some of the only things acting as anchor to his weak roots. Unbound, Omega's strength is limitless. No more restraints! No more brotherly envy! Only a growing desire for revenge on the apparent lack of authority that allowed a kithood to be thrown into a tumultuous downfall remained. He respects the authority of the Strategos and his superiors, but he doesn't plan on groveling at their paws in awe. He sees the imperfection in Toxicity, and he wishes to fix the broken machine. He wishes to move beyond being a mere gear in a system. Why not be in charge of the system? Why not regulate instead of being regulated?Omega is powerful and calculating, yet he is not without emotion. He empathizes with others, often putting himself in the place of the one who is struggling. Once being the weak one gives him insight on how to help the cat, but he has no empathy for his enemies. He could watch the Clan cats die one after another, but within reason. He is not an indiscriminate murder. Why kill a queen and her kits? Why kill the elders? They can only bring the gifts of life and wisdom to his group. His eyes are the color of the ocean. Its depths unknown, the blue is mesmerizing and mysterious. His fur forms a black stripe along his back the seems to drop spots of darkness onto his dark brown flank which lightens slightly as one moves towards his wwhite underside. His chest is a dirty snow in color, only very slightly grayed. He has a distinctive scar marking his right ear, almost splitting the auditory organ down the middle. He is slightly larger than the average cat in Toxicity, but it is not visible at first glance. Though this cat's intentions may seem a little dark, he wants what is best for his group. Not for yours. He would give up his life and the afterlife in a moment to save what he loves dearest. His days in Toxicity are past, yet he does not regret leaving them. He feels his pilgrimage as brought him new knowledge, and it has only just begun. It is his final wish that he would return to what is now Absum Lux to share his knowledge, but that day is in the future. Not the present. To keep his real name a secret and to mask his path, he now has cats he meets know him as Hades. Only those from his former group and those close to him would know who he really is; however, a persona can only last for so long. He still felt as if he had unfinished business in what was now Absum Lux, so he returned. For better or for worse is all in perspective. After the disappearance of Genesis, his second mate, he felt broken again. It was impossible for him to stay there, so he left Absum Lux/Toxicity for the second time and found himself in SunClan. Omega always knew he could distract himself from his screwed up reality in the hostile group, but it hardly lasted any time at all. He was turned into a servant, so he left the cult for something else. He was in relative peace for a little while in the League, but it was not long until Foxstar found him and removed separated his soul from his body. With the Priestess holding his soul over the edge of the abyss, what moral bounds he had left finally dissolved. The change is allowing him to become the perfect killer, one without remorse or empathy with eyes on the endgame.

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RENAUD || PUNISHMENT

rped by HONEYSTORM
A teeny tiny tom who thinks of himself higher than he can jump. About the size of a three moon old kitten with large amber eyes and fluffy gray and white fur. Arrogant and self centered, he is the sort to like putting others down to make himself feel better, and not even Absum Lux's deity getting eaten can change that for him. He has a god complex, and it's really surprising how much attitude you can fit into a tiny body like this.

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*REPRISE || FOREIGN AFFAIRS

rped by PAIGE.DOROTHY
A sleek sliver pelt adorns this she-cat's small frame, with light brown stripes covering her body, marking the sign of her Bengal roots. Her eyes are pale green in colour, with the intensity of a fire. Yet Reprise is a cat of kindness, not one of fire. She is not like her siblings. Her heart is not broken, or shadowed but instead one of purity. She yearns that every cat has good in their heart, yet somehow her family isn't quite "good," if you will. Somehow, the sleek she-cat keeps the relationships with her siblings neutral, in tacked. But it isn't easy work, considering her brother Funk, enjoys watching others suffer whilst her brother Jazz is a chaotic soul to say the least. Along with her siblings, Reprise used to the live the life of a kittypet. However, as every kittypet knows, the day comes when the families are divided and sent away to live alone or in Reprise's case, with another cat. He was an old cat, wise with his words. He was a mentor to Reprise, perhaps a father - he saved her in a way. Made her see the beauty in the world, he taught her to care for others, to see the better in everyone. He also showed her how to fight, how to not let others trick her. It was the worst day of her life when he passed, it felt as if she had lost the only cat that cared for her. Reprise's two-legs weren't kind, they did not treat Reprise well and soon she had enough. She left, in tears. All she could do was cling onto what the old cat had told her; "when I die... find a home. Find the clans." Reprise didn't find the clans, quite by mistake she found Primal Instinct. She also found some of her siblings; she was happy to see them but it also saddened her to see they had all become something she was not. But she clings onto what she knows, that every soul has some good in it, only some are hidden and impossible to find. She also finds happiness in her talent, her beautiful voice. Not many cats can sing, but Reprise can, with beauty and power. It is was what kept her sane during the darkest hours living alone, without her mentor. She tries to keep positive and help others, her goal in life is to prove to the world even the darkest souls have light in them.

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SKYLAR || AMBASSADOR

rped by HONEYSTORM
The one who thrives on unpredictability. He is an impossibly soft, plush tom with creamy vanilla white fur overlaid with dark gray along his head and spine. Lighter gray silhouettes break up the deep shade like smoke, gray spotting underlining seductive eyes of deep blue, pale silver-blue webbing giving his gaze the appearance of shattered ice. Ebony lace runs up his legs and along his flank, oh so similar to his mother, but so different at the same time, with a plume of a tail that sweeps behind him. Extraordinarily beautiful for such a broken cat, but maybe one day he will overcome his demons. He hates lulls in life, always racing from one moment to the next, and if things are quiet for too long, he gets antsy. Though he tends to fight against injustice, his moral code has been severely corrupted by the League, and who knows what he believes.

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SUBJECT ZERO || FOREIGN AFFAIRS

rped by HONEYSTORM
Gray lines cascade over a skeletal frame, fur pale with a sickly gray tint to it, as though he were dead on his paws, reanimated for some ghastly purpose, or by someone's mistake. In some ways this is true, as before he arrived in Toxicity, he often walked the line between life and death, swaying to and fro in a dark game, never able to have the sweet release of death, nor able to give his life any meaning or learn new things. Until he met /her/. She was young, perhaps only a few moons younger than him, but easily surpassing him in size and strength. She, Sayaka as he later found out, gave him a choice. She could end his miserable existence, free him of his suffering once and for all, or she could make him stronger than he'd ever been, free him of the sickness that clung to his pelt and give him the life he never had, at a price, of course. He'd have to serve her until the end of his days, loyal to her and her alone, unable to argue should she command something of him. The choice had seemed obvious. He chose life, and she took him to Toxicity, to their healer, giving him a new name and a new existence. Subject Zero, or Zero as it was sometimes shortened to.He got better during that time, joined Toxicity, and learned his savior's name, and of her nature, though only what could be said by word of mouth. Sayaka didn't visit him much until he was better, but the moment he'd been cleared to enter the Gladiator's den, she was there, taking him out into the territory and teaching him. He never grew large or obviously muscular, retaining his small, deathly looking frame. But she knew the strength beneath his paws despite such an underwhelming appearance, his eyes bright blue, electric and sparking where they'd once been dull and lifeless.But it wasn't allgood, though he became strong and knowledgeable, and he quickly learned that disobedience or failure weren't an option in her presence. But he'd made a promise, she'd saved his life, so he endured her punishments, her experiments, her orders, anything she thought of him to be tasked with. And he always will, until the end of time, for she gave him everything, and she could just as easily take it all away again.

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TIIKERI || FOREIGN AFFAIRS

rped by SIMPLYLIGHT
You cannot tame the tiger. You may think you have it chained and you may think you are it's master, but there really is no hope. It'll turn as quickly as you assumed it wouldn't. You cannot hold a butterfly's wing without tarnishing it. At the same time, they are nearly impossible to catch. Mix this into one very charismatic she-cat and you've got the alluring beauty of Tiikeri, once named Tigerbutterfly. She is not your sweet, giving she-cat. She is selfish and does not return what you give her, including time. Don't expect to have her all figured out. It'll never happen. Her charm is that of a cobra, attractive but cannot be contained. Her bewitching loveliness will confuse you, yet trap you in infatuation. Her flank is the brazen orange-gold of a tiger and hides very well a lean frame. She has a long, slender figure, but like mentioned before, she has a good deal of muscle hidden behind that illusion. The jet black of night bands across this dazzling coat, also like that of a tiger. The only thing that does not make her look like the spitting mirage of the wild cat are two large, cobalt eyes. They show emotion so easily, but normally she can hide them behind a charming gleam. Tiikeri doesn't usually give others the time of day. In fact, she prefers to be by herself. This usually doesn't happen, though, because of the nature of her family, aka Foxbane.

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WINNIE || PUNISHMENT

rped by HONEYSTORM
Part of Eve and Alto's second litter. the youngest and the smallest. Also a little slow. The league would probably look down on her for being so slow in the mind. She’s not a bad hunter and fighter. But her mother does occasionally baby her. While her father takes the credit for all the things Winnie manages to accomplish. she doesn’t fully get morality. She just kind of looks to her mother or siblings to know if she did good or bad. If killing cats earns approval she just goes on doing whatever gets her good reactions. If she doesn't get any reactions she’s a little lost on whether she did good or bad.

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ZAKIYYAH || ENFORCER

rped by HONEYSTORM
A being of shadow and blood with the secretive smile of a temptress. A crimson devil with angel eyes and a crown of death. As long as she's lived, she has always been the pride of her family. Promised a place among the Regime's spies from birth, daughter of two renowned Sentinels with a powerful lineage on both sides, she's always basked in the limelight while her littermates simply faded into the background. She's never known a situation she couldn't manipulate, a place she couldn't escape from without a moment's notice. Until Kotori tore down everything she knew. Her family was torn to shreds in front of her. Her brother, who had always been in the background, finally given his fifteen minutes of gory fame. Miracle wanted revenge. Shule wanted to forget. And Zakiyyah... well, she wanted to get to the bottom of it all. So when Kotori escaped the certain death of custody by the Regime, she decided to follow, if a bit late, after him. Defecting from all she knew, she left the world where she was everything, to one where her name was hardly worthy of being remembered by friend and foe alike, recognized by a single inhabitant, who, by all rights, she expected to have a dim view of her. Even so, the doll eyed demon is hardly demoralized. Her skills here are useful in a different way. Cunning, with china doll blue eyes that peer deeply into the soul, she is a cat with a silver tongue, quick paws, and a height to be jealous of, allowing her to look down on most everyone around her. Her medium pelt is interesting in its own right, for she wears a deep auburn dress that encompasses her torso shoulders, culminating in a low V down her chest, paired with forepaws gloved in white, leaving the rest of her limbs, tail, and face the darkest shade of ebony, save for a smattering of bloody freckles and scarlet lacing on her ears that connects with a braided band between them, giving the appearance of a tiara to match her regal grace and dangerous tongue. She may be a princess without power, but did it really matter when she could finally, truly embrace life as a crimson devil?

HELOISE-KUN || PUNISHMENT || MAYA

rped by |MOON
She was born in the city though she was no rouge or loner. Rather she was born a kitttypet to a pair of prize winning oriental shorthairs. Heloise would have followed in their pawsteps if not for an unfortunate incident. A deranged hunter, Lorah, from Primal Instinct saw her from over a garden fence and kidnapped her. She was the first of several kidnapped cats, all resembling a deceased Proxy Eshek, Lorah’s sister. Heloise probably remembers the most of her life before kidnapping than her adoptive sisters. As such she is perhaps the most bitter of the bunch. She also developed a bit of a cruel streak, as a way of coping with her life. There is an air of recklessness and impulsiveness around her. Heloise is indulgent in her pleasures, which mainly consist of harming others and a taste for blood. She is a stunning sight with creamy ivory fur dusted with warm brown along her back and hips. Her legs and face are sandy colored with warmer toned stripes. Her angular face is paired with deep stormy blue eyes. Of course often her coat is stained reddish-brown, from her various exploits.

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YAYF-KUN || PUNISHMENT || KANYA

rped by STARDANCE
A pair of cornflower blue eyes stare you down. The mysterious eyes shine with something unique. Something powerful. Something unidentifiable, but clearly present. You can't place your tongue on it. But she can. Words roll of this cat's tongue as water goes over a waterfall. Sure, some cat like this isn't unusual. But then you hear something else. Her voice. It's different. Every sound she makes is more guttural than most pronounce it. Nothing sounds normal. Nothing looks normal. Everything is off by just a little bit, but then you listen to her some more. You relax as she assures you nothing is strange about her. Her short, sand colored fur blew in the gentle breeze as your conversation rolls on. Until it doesn't. No, she didn't kill you. She just... transitioned. You hear her hiss and then curse in some foreign tongue. The strange concoction of sounds is gone in an instant and she reverts back to your tongue. What is she? The world may never know...

^COPYCAT-CHAN

rped by GOLDCREST || FAMILY: UNKNOWN
He found his way to Primal Instinct by literally walking in. He was exploring, an adventurous soul looking for a new adventure. Some would say he’s much too young to be on his own, but he didn’t care what others thought. Most of them were useless anyway. Everything to Copycat is all fun and games, it seems most of him hasn’t grown passed his youthful attitude. His name really stands true, as from a very young age he was mimicking everything and everyone around him, whether it be to tease, have fun, or because he was influenced a lot by them. Half of his personality is taken from others, all depending on who he liked and looked up too. The other half was just him, a child that never seems to grow old. His thirst for adventure never left, and it’s not uncommon for him to have some sort of injury from his explorations. He craves danger, craves adventure, ever since he was young. The feeling of adrenaline is one of his favourite things, which is why he seeks it out so often and almost always bears the consequences.

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CREEK-CHAN

rped by JADIE || SIBLINGS: PITTER PATTER
A grayish brown bengal with stormy gray-blue eyes. Creek is average in size and height although a little on the skinny side. His fur is short and soft but not particularly shiny as often observed in other bengals. In fact, from a distance, he doesn't really even look like a bengal at all, his markings loose, more like ripples than rosettes. In personality, Creek is extremely friendly and personable. He smiles freely and is quick to compliment, but not in the suck-up kind of way, he just has a knack of knowing exactly what you want to hear. Creek is a little bit of a genius who catches on to anything from others' desires to obscure battle strategies with ease. His sharp memory is no doubt thanks having exceedingly intelligent parents, Funk E'tan and Blue. Most cats look at him as a bit of a golden child who has everything. Good looks, a decent pedigree, brains as well as brawn. His heart, however, is empty. He feels abandoned by his parents who are equally there and not there for him. Creek thrives of approval but never got that from those in his life that matters the most. His only way to cope was to detach himself. His smiles do not quite reach his eyes. This is perhaps the reason why he struggles to make true lasting connections with anyone: instead of a few best friends, he's an acquaintance to all. Oh well, it's also a strength in a way, seeing as he doesn't bat an eye to do what many others may consider unthinkable. Blocking one's conscience has its perks, but how long can he keep this up before he cracks?

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^ISIDORA-CHAN

rped by |MOON || FAMILY: UNKNOWN
No one is really sure where she came from, she just showed up as a kitten coated in blood and lacking any injuries. She didn’t even know her own name. Rumors grew saying she was an assassin or a failure of some assassin training group, never mind she was only two months old at the time. Another tale was that she had killed her family while they slept. Or she was part of some cult and was infiltrating the League. Of course these are all false, even if Isidora can only say she isn’t sure. The real truth is almost mundane compared to the rumors. Her mother had a fling with her father and four kits were born. The first two months were completely normal, even serene. It ended in a bloodbath though when a badger found its way into their den. Isidora was knocked around, along with her siblings. Her mother managed to wound the badger bad enough that it fled, though not before it fatally wounded her. With a dead mother and severe head trauma the four siblings wandered away in four different directions, completely unaware. The first, a son ended up in MoonClan taking the name Nightglow. The second, a daughter ended up in SummerClan taking the name Ashbloom. The third, Isidora, ended up in the League. The fourth, a son named Vitali, died ending up in some sort of limbo able to watch over all three siblings despite the three different religions. Of course Isidora remembers none of this, only holding onto a faint memory of snuggling with three siblings and her mother. All four siblings were blue cats who bare a strong resemblance to each other. Isidora is the lightest color, matched only by her twin Vitali. A pale silver color with a white shimmer. Her eyes are a beautiful emerald color with a ring of chartreuse around them. She is lean with muscles rippling just beneath her dense coat. Long legs pair with an angular face to create a striking she-cat.

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LITFAM-CHAN

rped by HONEYSTORM || SIBLINGS: YEET, FETCH AND POURTHETEASIS
IT'S LIT, FAM! If there ever was a ball of unending energy that should be harvested to power the world for eternity, it's Litfam. It seems that he's taken after his aunt Foxbane in the sense that one wonders if he's ever actually sleeps, because no one's ever seen it. At best, they catch him dozing, and the next moment he's bounced back up with a manic gleam in his eyes and a chesire grin. His dark blue gaze is endless, lit up with golden and orange firelight flecks that draw the gaze in and capture it, his expressions bold and alluring, or perhaps simply annoying. He's the sort of cat to make up his own slang terms, and kill anyone who doesn't start using it, the first to jump into any situation that would beget him an ounce of fame or fortune. After all, he once heard that twolegs memorialize their own cats on this thing called the 'internet' in the form of 'videos' that allow one to continually rewatch a moment in time. Apparently cats are popular, and Litfam, well, he wants to go viral. Even if the bengal has no clue what that means.

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PITTER PATTER-CHAN

rped by STRAWBERRYCUPID || SIBLINGS: CREEK
a muted calico with dull blue eyes. She tends to keep to herself, but she is extremely self sufficient. Approaching things logically, she doesn't get wrapped up in other issues. But she tends to wear people out with her seriousness and tends to come off as fake.

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POURTHETEASIS-CHAN

rped by STRAWBERRYCUPID || SIBLINGS: YEET, LITFAM AND FETCH
Pronounced poor-th-tee-sys. Like a warm cup of tea, you might want to drink her down. I’d advise being careful, this one will have some bite to it. The daughter of Funk E’tan and Tiikeri, she has the trademark rosettes he passes down. But her’s have been distorted and mixed into a marble pattern, light brown like cinnamon coating her white pelt. They collect more on her tail and her eyes are a bright blue like the sky above. And that’s always been Por’s goal. To reach for the sky, to fly. Highly adventurous and curious, she’s always poking her head into anything and dreaming of fantastical adventures. She’s naturally upbeat and happy, not one for gossip or drama. Naturally straightforward and blunt, she says what she thinks when she thinks it. Her natural appetite for trouble is only exceeded by how easily jealous she gets and how much she loves to take revenge. Having no problem making other’s lives hell, she’s the perfect mix of her heritages. But karma is never one to let her get away with her misgivings.