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[dinolover519]

@luciddreary
I could make a courtier or fighter if you really need one, just tell me which one you’d prefer

[LucidDreary]

@dinolover519 - Whichever you prefer, dear! <3

Edit;; Silver has been accepted + added!

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➶Name; Coldfang
➶Other Names; Coldkit, Coldpaw
➶Age; 26 moons
➶Gender; Male
➶Orientation; Pansexual
➶Rank; Fighter

➶Kin; Waspwhisper, mother; Howlwind, father; Hawkkit, Sandkit, Beekit
➶Crush; open, n/a
➶Assigned Mate; tba
➶Kits; n/a

➶Scent; dry grass
➶Written Description; a large, lean Siamese patterned tom, with icy blue eyes. His coat is short, thin, and glossy, is very well kept.
➶Likes; Sun basking, staying active, talking, clouds and clear days
➶Dislikes; Sitting still, some cats voices (he deems them annoying, and avoids listening to those cats at all costs), wet fur
➶Items; Coldfang has quite a few items, to go along with the necessary fighter gear. He wears, at all times, a golden bracelet (which has been passed down for many generations in his family), a pair of silver snake earrings (he also wears an assortment of small, silver hoop earrings, which he wears often), and a turquoise necklace.

➶Personality; Despite his less than ideal kithood, Coldfang has grown up to be a very humorous, involved, friendly tom. He is always seen doing something, keeping himself constantly pre-occupied. He finds it near impossible to just sit around and do nothing, and is filled to the brim with kit-like energy and enthusiasm. Coldfang lives to see cats happy, and loves to crack jokes, taking things very lightly. While he may be hurt deep-down, he tends to laugh it off, no matter how much it bothers him. He tries to go through life with meaning and purpose, wanting to leave a mark where he once stood. That being said, he does his job to the best of his abilities, being a hard-worker at heart. Coldfang is also, by nature, a very friendly, welcoming cat, which often confuses cats on why a fighter would act in such a way. But, he is very quick-witted and sharp-tongued, making him a great fighter both physically and verbally.

➶History; Coldfang had a very restricted kit hood. His mother Waspwhisper and father Howlwind were fighters, and their parents before then, and their parents before them. His path had already been chosen for him; he would become a fighter, he would be given a fighter as his mate, they would have perfect little fighter kits, and the cycle would repeat itself, forever and ever. At least, that is what his mother told him and his siblings. Waspwhisper was the definition of a perfectionist; her kits had to be perfect, and she made that very clear as time went by. When he was born, he had three siblings; two sisters, Beekit and Hawkkit, and a brother, Sandkit. The perfect amount of perfect kits. Except, Beekit was a very small, sickly kit, and according to his mother, she simply wouldn't work out. Coldfang can hardly remember Beekit before she mysteriously passed a couple of nights after they were born. She was even getting stronger, but apparently not strong enough. Only a couple of moons later, Sandkit started talking about how he wanted to be a scout. Coldkit saw nothing wrong about this and even supported his brother. One day, Sandkit went missing from camp, seemingly having wandered off; but that made no sense, as Sandkit had always been the kit to stick with the rules, never leaving his sibling's side. His body was found outside of camp, with a broken neck. Cats suspected that he had fallen from a great height, and broken his neck in the process. Now filled with grief, Hawkpaw and Coldpaw became apprentices, as fighters, of course. But, like her brother before her, Hawkpaw started talking about a different life; one outside if the clan, in the wide expanse of desert, discovering things cats of the clan never would have seen before. Hawkpaw's cause if death revealed a darker past that Coldpaw had never been aware of. One day, she had left camp for "some fresh air". Coldpaw, worried she would try to leave, went after her, and the image he saw, he can never erase from his memory. His mother stood there, with Hawkpaw's mangled body at her paws. Horrified, he stumbled back to camp and announced it to the Captain of the Guard. With his mom captured, she admitted to the murder of Beekit, Sandkit, as well as Hawkpaw. She claimed that they simply "weren't perfect", and that they "went against the natural order" of the clan. She was exiled, leaving Coldpaw traumatized and crushed, as the reality of it all weighed down on him. His father, Howlwind, couldn't handle it; he ran off, never to be seen again. Coldpaw focused on his apprenticeship more than ever, making it his priority. Over time, he became the cat that he always wished he had had when his life went downhill. He gained his full name, Coldfang, and now wears it with pride, even if it was his mother who set him upon the path he walks today.

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➶Name; Sagepaw
➶Other Names; Sagekit, Sagemist (future)
➶Age; 9 moons
➶Gender; Female
➶Orientation; Bisexual, female preference.
➶Rank; Scout apprentice

➶Kin; Lavenderbreeze, mother; Rainjaw, father; Jaykit and Heatherpaw
➶Crush; n/a, open
➶Assigned Mate; tba
➶Kits; too young

➶Scent; Sunshine and a bit of mud
➶Written Description; a small, long-legged, willowy she-cat, with big, brilliant blue eyes and a creamy white base color. She has a chocolate spotted fur pattern, and thin, silky fur.
➶Likes; Staying up late at night, the stars and moon, shiny objects, the sky at all times of the day and night, really.
➶Dislikes; Feeling trapped physically and metaphorically, fast-moving water, cats that emotionally put others down
➶Items; Being a commoner, Sagepaw only has a couple of items, other than what is standard of her to have. She wears a blue pendant, on a silver chain. She also wears a pair of earrings, passed down to her by her mother. She wears a silver band, recently given to her by her father.

➶Personality; As one would expect of a cat with her stature, Sagepaw is a very quiet, reserved molly. She would rather think than speak and tends to avoid crowds of cats at all costs. While she does enjoy occasional interaction with others, too much at a time is simply a lot for a cat like her to handle. She keeps those she cares about close, and even though she comes off as a cat who enjoys being alone, she doesn't enjoy being lonely. Sagepaw is a cat that anyone can come to and spill their heart out to; she will always listen, and offer wonderful advice. She is a shoulder to cry on, always keeping an open mind and an open heart. Adaptable to change, she is constantly learning and changing her opinions. She is very indecisive, taking into great consideration the effect of all of her actions. Over time, due to her past experiences, she fears going to the priestesses for help, and dreads the scent if sickness.

➶History; All Sagepaw had left of her mother, was a necklace, and memories. Of her sweet, milky smell; her soft, gentle voice as she sang a long forgotten lullaby; a wide pair of joyful, kind, baby-blue eyes, looking upon her with delight. Lavenderbreeze had died back when Sagekit had only just opened her eyes; the young mother had caught a fever that only got worse as days went by, ultimately ending her life. So, Sagepaw and her siblings were raised by their father, Rainjaw. Despite his crushing grief, he loved his kits and devoted every minute with them. Sadly, death did not stay away for long. One day, Jaykit had wandered off, into an open area outside of camp, with the gorgeous blue sky stretched wide and high above him. The poor kit stuck out starkly against the sand, making him an easy target for the hawk that had swooped down and snatched the small kit with ease. This early exposure to death made Sagepaw cave in, becoming more antisocial than she ever was before. Her sister, Heatherkit, continued to thrive; their father always used to say that she was identical to Lavenderbreeze, and as time went on, it only became more apparent which sister took after which parent. When they became apprentices, the two split ways, because Sagepaw became a scout's apprentice, while Heatherpaw became a fighter's apprentice, like their father. Only two moons ago, death struck once more, coming in the form of the same deathly sickness that took Lavendbreeze's life. Heatherpaw had insisted she was fine, that it was just the early summer heat. Sagepaw knew that sickly smell, though; it had been engraved into her memory, after having smelt it all those moons ago. Heatherpaw didn't listen, for she was always a stubborn cat. Nothing could be done, not until it became too late; she passed out during training, sleeping for days on end, before ultimately joining her mother and brother. Those days were the hardest days ever, for Sagepaw, and probably will remain as so for as long as she lives. She has only just started to recover from her grief and grows in strength physically and emotionally as time goes on.

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➶Name; Mothpaw
➶Other Names; Mothkit, Mothsong (future)
➶Age; 13 moons
➶Gender; Male
➶Orientation; Heterosexual
➶Rank; Architect/scribe apprentice

➶Kin; Dingostride, mother; Beetleshine, father
➶Crush; n/a
➶Assigned Mate; tba
➶Kits; too young

➶Scent; Ink and old scrolls
➶Written Description; A broad, dark brown tabby tom, with hazel-green eyes, and long, thick fur. He is larger than average, and his thick fur causes many problems in the desert heat.
➶Likes; Bugs, proving himself, cool and shady weather
➶Dislikes; Heat, fire, being ignored, underestimated, or pushed to the side
➶Items; Mothpaw usual carries around a satchel, which holds ink, scrolls, and other materials scribes need. He also wears some personal accessories, such as a single scarab earring in his right ear, a wide silver band on his left foreleg, and an agate and gold-beaded necklace.


➶Personality; Creative and social are two defining words about Mothpaw. He has thousands of ideas piling in his head and on his scrolls, for buildings, inventions, and his future. He plans everything out, from what he'll eat for dinner to his plans for how he will die. Very organized, Mothpaw hates it when something is done in the "wrong fashion" and will often fix the problem himself. He is an extrovert through and through, having many friends and getting involved with just about everything. He is well known to look on the bright side, and gladly will help cats get back on their paws after any incident. Everyone knows him and his genuine smile, and he looks after everyone. The young tom is surprisingly maternal, and frets over anyone and everyone, no matter their rank. He enjoys groups and one-on-one conversations, and easily bonds with others.

➶History; Mothpaw had a seemingly normal life. But, deep down, he carried a secret; one that to this day, weighs him down. His father was a black, short-haired cat, while his mother was a dark ginger she-cat with medium length, thin fur. While he was younger, the rumor was he wasn't Beetleshine's real son; for, he looked like neither of his parents or any of his grandparents. They all had short and thin fur, while he was thick and long, but Dingostride, his mother, insisted that one of her own parents could have had long fur, thus his dense pelt and tabby coat. Mothpaw's mother never knew her parents, as she was an orphan, taken in by the clan, and managing to prove herself enough to become a scout. His father was also a scribe, born to a long line of Sunclan cats. So, Mothpaw was raised by the two warriors, and had a brilliant, joyful kithood, moving on to becoming a scribe's apprentice. Not long into his apprenticeship, his parent's mateship started to hit a rocky point; arguing out of site, ignoring each other, all started by his mother. At 8 moons, the truth came out; Mothpaw really wasn't Beetleshine's kit. Instead, a warrior by the name of Wolfheart was his biological father. This destroyed the small family, tearing a rift between all. Dingostride claimed herself to be in the right, for she believed there had never been any love between the assigned mates. Beetleshine thought otherwise, for he had loved Dingostride, and the truth had wrecked him. That didn't make him any less of Mothpaw's father, though, as Beetleshine says, which brought tears of joy to Mothpaw when he heard that. For the family's own safety and sanity, both parents agreed to keep the affair a secret. Mothpaw has refused to talk with his mother, despite her attempts, but has remained close to his father. He has yet to even meet his biological father, out of spite and anger. He refuses to let his secret weigh him down and goes through the days normally. Mothpaw can feel the truth begging to be released, and he fears that one day, it just might run loose.

[Fortune's Fool]

{𝔻𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 -

- 𝔽𝕠𝕘𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡 -
:: Fogkit :: Fogpaw ::
She-cat :: 25 moons :: Fighter
Pansexual, with no crush
Assigned mate to be announced
Mother- Littleheart :: Father- Drydune
Siblings- Mistpaw

- 'ℂ𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕚𝕟’𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕚𝕟’𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖}}

The daughter of a fighter and a scribe, and larger and healthier of two kits, Fogkit was incredibly protective of her smaller, frailer sister Mistkit. Their mother died in labor, and while raised by a surrogate, the two stuck together like glue - Fogkit refusing to allow Mistkit to go anywhere without her. This was stopped once they became apprentices however, Fogpaw on her way to become a fighter like their father, while Mistkit was chosen to follow in their mother's pawsteps as a scribe.
Fogpaw relaxed her protection of her sister after this, believing she'd be safe as a scribe. She was wrong, and not long into their apprenticeships, Mistpaw was killed by a rogue near the river. To everyone's surprise, Fogpaw barely seemed to mourn for her sister, continuing on as if nothing had happened. The only changed seemed to be the beginning of a habit of staining her front right paw black.
{{𝕀 𝕒𝕚𝕟’𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 -
While fully capable of being perfectly eloquent and respectful in her speech patterns, much of the time Fogstep doesn't bother. She just appears to want to have a bit of fun, and has a very teasing, and at times flirty, personality. She tends to put up a strong front, acting as if she doesn't care what anyone thinks of her as she goes about her business. Whether this is her true face or simply a mask she puts on is anyone's guess. She is great with kits however, often to the surprise of those around her. She melts when they're around and obviously adores them- though she seems a bit skeptical at the idea of having her own and has at times voiced her opinion that she doesn't actually want a mate, though she has little choice. And in fact seems to shy away from any mention of 'romance' or 'mates' at all despite her habit of flirting.
Buried under her seemingly carefree personality is a lot of insecurities. That she doesn't feel as if she belongs in the clan, that she let her sister die, everything and beyond.
> Alongside her silver tunic and wristbands for her rank, Fogstep as a pair of silver earrings she wears in her left ear. Her front right paw is stained black with ink, a practice she's kept up with since her sister died.

- 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕞𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝}

Relationships;;
"I'll tell you my secrets if you tell me yours~"
Beefang;; Friendly
Coldfang;; Friendly

[dinolover519]

••L a y l a••

Why can’t I see? Why can’t I see?

Courtier

Gender:Female
Age:11 moons
Description: black cat
with one blue and one
gold/amber eye
Sexuality: Heterosexual
bringer of bad luck
harbinger of misfortune
cursed, scoured, forgotten
revenge will have its day

All the colors that you see...

HP:•••○○
STR:••○○○
DEX:•••••
CON:••○○○
INT:••••○
WIS:••○○○
CHR:••○○○
SPD:••••○

Born from a secret affair between a high blood and peasant, Layla was destined for failure before she opened her eyes. Her mother was a beautiful, but rebellious, she-cat named Minktail and her father was a cheery tom called Beadheart. Even though she had been assigned to Earthfoot, a temperamental tom who she bickered with often, Minktail saw Beadedheart was a gift from the gods, and he saw her as his beautiful goddess. However, all good things must come to an end; when Minktail gave birth to twins, it was obvious that Earthheart, a dusty and strong tom, was not the father of the two small, black kittens. Minktail didn’t reveal the father, for childbirth had weakened her, and she soon died, but Earthheart knew who he was. With permission from the pharaoh, he killed Beadheart, but let the two kits live with the rank of their father: common peasants.

Please can I be? Please can I be?

Build: scrawny
Scars: large one on her
back left leg
Eyes: Heterochromatic
Spirit Animal: coyote
Favorite color: golds
and silvers
+ obedient, cunning,
nimble
/mute, small
- bad luck, scrawny,
Desired rank: none
Theme song: Echo

The misfortune plaguing the orphaned twins had not yet ended. Sickness struck two of them, but left only one behind. Some cats began to pity the surviving kit, until she opened her eyes. Some more traditional cats often saw heterochromia as a gift or curse from the gods, but when the kit gazed upon the world around her, she was not met with the glares of some superstitious elders. With the loss of her parents, her brother, her blood, there was no mistaking it; she had been cursed. Queens kept their kits away from the cat with Seth’s touch and apprentices looked away as not to be cursed with her rotten luck, only taunting her behind her back. It wasn’t long before the still unnamed kit lost what little status she had left and was sent to the courtiers.

Unlike the others, her fellow slaves were kind to her and raised her. Most taught her kindness and love, but some taught her something else. Now, she stands with her paws tied, forced to decide whether to play by the rules, or cause the bad luck and chaos that others told her she would bring.

Colorful and free…

She could not speak her words of appreciation towards them, but tried her best to show it in other ways, hoping they would understand. [page 2, Layla]

They wished they could stick with her - the clan cats were always especially cruel to her in particular and they didn't know why - but they had their own job to do. [page 2, Zeri]

And looking at her now, on one hand he could see how someone might make such an accusation, what with her jet black fur and mismatched eyes. Also, it hit him that she didn't speak not simply because she was shy, but because she simply couldn't. But the closer and longer he looked, he couldn't understand how anyone could describe the molly as anything other than beautiful. [page 5, Badgerpaw]

As every one of her brain cells screeched at her to leave and her back to work, the black molly mouthed her name,”Layla”, not daring to meet his green gaze again, yet still pushing the boundaries of the ancient laws that bound this clan together.[page 6, Layla]

[Fortune's Fool]

.... Zeri would die for her. I'm stating this now.

[dinolover519]

The two heterochromatic slaves...
They’d make great friends
Zeri could give her a name too, instead of her always getting called cruel things

[Fortune's Fool]

They'd definitely at the very least have a name they call her, even if others don't use it. I'm leaning toward 'Layla' tbh.