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[Fortune's Fool]

{𝔸𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕥, 𝕨𝕖'𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕪 -

- 𝔾𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 -
:: Gleamingkit :: Gleamingpaw ::
She-cat :: 42 moons :: Guard
Bisexual, with no crush
Assigned mate -- Smokestep
Mother- Darkreed :: Father- Tallstream
Siblings- Burningpaw, Littlekit, Dunekit, Skykit:: Kits- Burningpaw, Brightkit

- 𝕎𝕖'𝕝𝕝 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕠.}}

Gleamingheart was born the first and largest of a litter of five, to parents who were both noted guards and the latest in a long line of such. Tragedy struck the large family often, however - two of the five were lost to sickness very early on in their lives, having been born frail. When she was a moon old, a third managed to wander too far from safety and was taken by an eagle. By the time she reached apprentice age it was only her and her sister, Burningpaw, left. The two were close as kits, but as their apprenticeships went on Burningpaw became disillusioned with the clan - and the looming assignment of mates once they grew older. Much of this started to color Gleamingpaw's view of the world as well, but while she kept her worries to herself one day she woke to find Burningpaw simply gone. Her own doubts never forced her to the same extremes as her sister, but as her apprenticeship came to an end and she found herself as a full guard {and growing ever nearer to being assigned a mate} she started wandering to the edges of the territory during any time she had free.
This led to one of the biggest mistakes of Gleamingheart's life - a brief fling with a much older loner that happened to be near the clan's borders who promised her a different life. Rook vanished as quickly as he came, but soon after she found herself pregnant - giving birth to two kits, Burningkit and Brightkit.
Brightkit, like two of Gleamingheart's own siblings before her, died of health complications soon after birth leaving her with only her son fighting the stigma of his heritage - though this was lessened by a friend of Gleamingheart's, a fighter by the name of Sandriver and the only cat to know the truth, stepping up and claiming to be the kits' father. Now instead of being half-blooded, the kit was simply the result of two young, foolish cats.
{{𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕚𝕗 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 -
Between the events surrounding how they were conceived and the loss of Brightkit, the she-cat fell into a depression for much of Burningkit's kit-hood regardless of how supportive Sandriver tried to be. She started to come back to herself as Burningkit entered his own apprenticeship, giving him a gold bangle passed down to her from her father soon after. Only to be hit with the loss of her kit once again - losing Burningpaw to a snake's bite just as he was nearing the end of his apprenticeship. She still carries the sorrow of both her kits' loss - and the guilt of coming so close to abandoning her clan - to this day, hidden as it is. Though sometimes impulsive, Gleamingheart is intelligent and kindhearted, with a strong sense of justice despite all her faults and naivety as a younger cat. Her mistakes have led her to having very little confidence in herself however, and while openly quite friendly and easy to talk to she tends to keep her emotional distance out of fear of rejection and others learning her secret.
> Gleamingheart has no jewelry beyond her armor.

- 𝕎𝕖'𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕖'𝕧𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨.}

Relationships;;
"I don't know what to do anymore, it was easier when I was younger."
Smokestep -- "He is far more patient with me than I deserve..."

[Fortune's Fool]

{𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕, -

- 𝕍𝕚𝕡𝕖𝕣 -
:: Blindkit :: Blindpaw ::
Tom :: 27 moons :: Rogue
Pansexual, with no crush.
Mother- Nightcrystal :: Father- Rook :: Siblings- Patchkit, Featherkit
Half-siblings{unknown}- Burningpaw, Brightkit
{It should be noted that as a male calico, Viper is sterile.}

- 𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕?}}

Blindkit's birth-mother was a scout by the name of Nightcrystal, his father was known to be the loner Rook, and as his name would imply he was born half-blind, in his right eye specifically which is pure white rather than green. In addition to that, though he was born the first of three kits he was unnaturally small - a trait that carried on into adulthood, despite currently being an age comparable to a cat long out of his apprenticeship he is still the size you'd expect from an apprentice.
Nightcrystal vanished from the clan with his two sisters when he was less than a moon old, leaving him to face the brunt of the clan's reactions to her actions and him. The stigma weighed on him for his entire time in the clan, being quickly swept towards the servants as he reached apprentice age. Blindpaw endured this for a short time, until he simply ran just as his mother had. Unlike her however, he didn't go far. Blindpaw had met a rogue by the name of Viper a few times in his short life, and when he ran he simply went to her.
Viper lived in the ruins of a small hut not far from the territory of the clan, near the banks of the river. Though never directly discussed, there was some type of agreement between her and the clan - she never strayed into the territory for any reason, and they left her alone. In return her 'territory' on that side of the clan's acted as a 'buffer' of sorts. Though small Viper was a vicious and dangerous fighter that lived up to the threat of her name, and few dangers could sneak past her to threaten the clan from that direction. Though incredibly solitary, she never unsheathed her claws first and was usually willing to speak to clan scouts that spotted her. And, when a small half-blind tom found her way to him, she welcomed him into her life.
Viper became like an adoptive mother to Blindpaw, teaching and guiding him as if he were her own and under her tutelage he finally began to thrive - adjusting to his disadvantages instead of letting them consume him. Slowly he became almost as impressive a hunter and fighter as she was.
{{𝕀 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟' 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖, -
Five moons ago however, Viper was severely wounded by a lucky shot from a wild dog that was meant for Blindpaw. Though the canine was chased off in the end, Viper died from the injury the next day - though not before she passed on her name to Blindpaw who has fully taken up her mantle since then.
He, like her before him, is most commonly active at dawn and dusk to escape the worst the heat, often napping in the shade his home provides during the middle of the day. If spoken to by scouts or any other clan cat, he is usually willing to converse for a time - though due to his past he expects this to be rarer for him than it was for the original Viper. A loud enough shout from the edge of the territory is often enough to rouse him however, should he for some reason be needed.
Viper is, or rather can be, quite sociable, though often with a serious sarcastic streak and his humor tends towards deadpan most of the time- he isn't one to give his emotions away easily either. Guarded at the best of times and downright abrasive when annoyed, he actually does his best to distance himself from just about anyone he doesn't explicitly trust. Even then he doesn't usually let most of them in on his thoughts. He tends to try and bury most strong- usually negative- emotions, his general philosophy being that if he ignores them he doesn't have to deal with them. Having a bit of trouble with his sense of self-worth, Viper is under the impression that just about anyone- regardless of his personal feelings about them- are more 'important' than him, leading him to having a bit of a martyr complex in a pinch. He'll almost always place others well being above his own.
> Viper wears a braided grass necklace that holds a snake's fang, a memento from the she-cat that first carried his name.

- 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕖.}

Relationships;;
"As long as I have this place, she will remain with me. That's enough."
N/a

[LucidDreary]

Going to add my char's soon.

Edit;; Accepted! I'll add them shortly!

[LucidDreary]

Could I reserve the priestess of Anubis for now? I’m on mobile but this sounds really fun to join once I get to a computer :>

I'm on my mobile as well, but sure, I can certainly reserve them for you! <3

[LucidDreary]

░≋░░░≋ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕖𝕥ℝ𝕒𝕚𝕟≋░░░≋░

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"There were always those nights where she preferred
the rain over people. The rain reminded her how to feel,
and people reminded her of the things she wanted to forget. "
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░░░░░ ─────────𝕿𝖍𝖊──⌘──𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖘─────────
░░≋░░ XXXXX Name: Quietrain
░░░░░ XXXXX Past Name(s): Quietkit, Quietpaw
░░≋░░ XXXXX Gender: Female
░░░░░ XXXXX Age: 26 Moons
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░░░░░ XXXXX Rank: Priestess of Osiris
░░≋░░ XXXXX Desired Rank: Fighter.
░░░░░ XXXXX Clan: Sunclan
░░░░░ ─────𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖑──⌘──𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖙───────
░░≋░░ XXXXX Kin: Palebird. (Figuratively her mother - Living) Unnamed (Brother - Living)
░░░░░ XXXXX Personality: Quietrain's name speaks perfectly for itself. She is the infamous cat in the clan who has rarely ever spoken a word throughout her entire life. A silence has overcome her; and it is as if it had taken her very soul through her cool and haunted gaze. Her gaze- so empty...it's hard to tell what's going on inside that ocean of a mind. Her very expression rarely changes, but you can usually see the response in her eyes when you speak to her. Even if there is no return of words, you can sense the response from her; be it from her eyes or her indicating tail. Quietrain is not a shy cat; in fact, she's a very bold soul. She isn't afraid to get her paws dirty, and is very diligent in her work. Not very surprisingly, she doesn't have many friends if any. But she doesn't mind being alone- in fact, peace and quiet is very appreciated..especially by her. To her, wind is like music to her. Crickets like violins, cattails like waves of an ocean...she sees all the small things and sees them bigger than they are said to be. Everything to the smallest insect to the biggest oak is significant to her. A voice is meaningless to her..because a voice is a mere speaker used to drown out your surroundings.
░░░░░ XXXXX History: Quietrain is considered to be a mute cat, but rumor has it that she can still speak. No one truly knows why she refuses to use her voice..nor does anyone know what was the cause to her sudden silence since her kithood. It's a mystery no one has ever been able to piece together. Quietrain used to be a very bright and playful kit- almost the loudest out of her litter..and the youngest. Even in her young years as a maturing she-cat, she was bright and talkative, but after one night..everything changed with her. She stopped interacting with her peers, stopped talking to anyone in general...until her voice faded from her maw. Only her eyes betrayed that something was haunting her.
Before she was called to priesthood- she was actually a fighter; fighting to gain the attention of her superiors in hope of becoming a guard. Her family was not a very primarily goaded one, and didn't have a very prime history of playing much of a role in Sunclan's history- but in the drive she inherited a determined mindset, and strived to become the fiercest Sunclan had seen in decades. She was fearless; and among her peers she was quite popular for being very calculative and witty- and even charismatic. A bright she-cat with the potential of becoming something great soon descended into a fretful disdain. Osiris had chosen her in a dream one evening, and communed directly to her that she would be his chosen.
Quietrain pleaded for him to reconsider; for she did not wish to serve him or her clan in this way; but Osiris took no notice of her crestfallen heart. The very next sunhigh, she was called forth and announced formally by the High Priest that she had been chosen to serve Osiris. Not daring to invoke the wrath of the gods onto her people, she silently conformed- although her eyes betrayed her sudden hate.
Hidden and burried deep within her, Quietrain wished she could roam free from the life that bore down heavily upon her. Silently recalling her days as a young Fighter..and coveting those who took their freedom for granted.

───────𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊──⌘──𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊─────────

░░≋░░ XXXXX Crush: c:
░░░░░ XXXXX Mate: None; as she is forbidden to have one.
░░≋░░ XXXXX Kits: None.

───────────⌘──𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖈───────────

░░≋░░ XXXXX Items: Quietrain wears the traditional veil-headdress that is required for priestesses, and the veil along with it. In addition, she wears this amulet that her father wore before he perished in the battle of foxes Sunclan suffered from just as she had first become a fighter. Her mother passed away not much long after her father had, out of grief, and so she was passed down her silver cuffs as inheritance. She's never seen without these items.
░░░░░ XXXXX Scars: Quietrain doesn't have many visible scars...only on her chest and one on her ear is visible. She received them when she had first become a fighter; but didn't gain anymore due to the sudden rank change.
░░≋░░ XXXXX Other: You may be wondering how she works as a priestess...well, let's just say that she's made a few friends..regardless of her voice :>
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[moondust405]

Reeddapple
"Anubis has willed me to serve him so."

Name: Reedkit, Reedpaw, Reeddapple
Gender: Female
Age: 29 moons

Rank: Priestess of Anubis
Mate: N/A
Crush: none... for now
Orientation: Stands more on the bisexual side of matters
Kin: A mother by the name of Riverscale; they don't speak much anymore II Her father is Featherpelt; like her mother, they don't speak much II Only kit of her litter

Appearance: Reeddapple is a paler cat, having light, almost silvery-tan in spots, fur, though it has black dapples on her torso and stripes on her tail and head (I based it off the Egyptian Mau! :>). Her eyes are a yellow with a blue-green ring around the pupil; her build is lanky, with longer legs and tail that can seem out of proportion at times. Reeddapple wears the customary veil of a priestess in a purple shade, along with a simple silver cuff on her left foreleg and two silver hooped earrings in her right ear. She has a triangular nick in her left ear and a small scar on her cheek from an accident when she was younger.
Personality: Reeddapple is a touch louder than you'd expect, a previously bubbly personality having been curbed by her duties as priestess. At times, this side of her breaks through; the happier, less solemn, less concerned with threats to the clan side. It only takes her a moment, however, to stuff that side back down, remembering her duties. She enjoys the company of other cats, despite being unable to communicate normally with many of them. Reeddapple can take and give out jokes, though the latter she does much less often; it's one of the things she misses about her old life.

History: Reeddapple lived the cookie-cutter clan life; born to a scout, Riverscale, and a scribe, Featherpelt. She was the only kit of her litter, causing her to venture out more than if she had had siblings (english why). Her smaller figure but long legs had her destined to follow in her mother's footsteps; the abilities to travel quickly and wedge herself into small spaces could've been useful as a scout, but alas, Anubis had other plans for her. At the age she was to be apprenticed, Anubis called Reeddapple to be a priestess instead, to her parent's great honor. They were incredibly proud of raising a priestess, so much so that their expectations began to shove onto the young cat. Pressure to be better, to represent her parents well eventually caused Reeddapple to snap, driving a divide between the family; they all realized their own mistakes some time after, but by then it was too late. The rift was there, and it was there to stay.

Other: I don't think so? Let me know if I did something wrong though! :>

[LucidDreary]

@moondust405 - Looking great! I love her history :> Quietrain have certainly a lot in common when it comes to those thoughts of missing their old life. However, being a priestess is actually one of the highest honors bestowed upon a cat in the clan- and it's actually seen to be extremely holy. When it comes to holy things in relations to the gods, Sunclan is overbearingly proud of it when it comes to the gods being pleased with them. To bring such an honor to the roots of your family if you're chosen to be a priestess is one of the highest and rarest one cat could possess.

*Cough* I got way too carried away there... oof - Anyways...your form is accepted! ^~^

[LucidDreary]

@everyone - *cough* you should really, scroll down the first page of the discussion thread... There may or may not be something new...
This is gonna be spicy....suggestions are definitely open to aid more drama in the clan... c;<

[Fortune's Fool]

oH BOY there's some quality fuel for drama there. :3c

[moondust405]

Oooooh interesting! And yeah I couldn’t think of anything else at the time- I had a different idea if that’s okay, though. Maybe her parents decided to pressure her more that she was a priestess?