𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬

[razzberry]

reserve for elder

[razzberry]

reserve for relations or future cat

[PuppyBesitos]

𝚒 𝚌 𝚊 𝚗 𝚊 𝚙 𝚊 𝚠
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named after the hoary, light gray
flowering plant in the mustard family
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- — name: icanapaw
- — future name: icanaflare
- — rank: apprentice
- — age: eleven moons
- — gender: male
- — origins: clanborn
- — allegiance feralclan
- — mate: -
- — crush: -
- — kin: [open - just ask]
- — sexual orientation: biromantic - bisexual
- — scent tarragon

- — appearance: icanapaw is a slim built tom cat with long appendages and quick paws. his build gifts him an advantage with stealth and quick movements. his coat is thick and short, dappled with both gray and white. tan mottles with his base colors along both his paws and chest. he has large, round eyes of a deep copper color. with a pink nose and large sharp ears his appearance paints a picture of his delicacy.
- — personality as with his age, icanapaw is a naive youngster. his mind is positive and a bit too hopeful at times to where he struggles with criticism or bad outcomes. gifted with compassion and honesty, he truly wants good for others and himself. despite his kind ways, he falls victim to being a coward and unreliable. giving others a unreasonable expectation or promise is a flaw of his. although he is timid to the world and proving himself, he is a big dreamer with determination

[PuppyBesitos]

𝚜 𝚞 𝚡 𝚒 𝚎
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of french origin
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- — name: suxie
- — future name: -
- — rank: non-clan cat
- — age: twenty nine moons
- — gender: female
- — origins: non-clan born
- — allegiance -
- — mate: -
- — crush: -
- — kin: [open - just ask]
- — sexual orientation: heteromantic - heterosexual
- — scent thyme

- — appearance: suxie is a shorter female with an average muscle build. her limbs are short yet her strength makes up for her slower pace. her fur is thick an long, mottled with browns and grays. white extenuates her small paws and fluffy chest. she has carved, green eyes and a black tipped nose.
- — personality a rather quiet and intuitive one, suxie does not mind the solo life, usually preferring to watch instead of act. she is a bold cat, but wise enough to choose her battles wisely. accompanied with curiosity, she is not filled with hatred from the lonely life but rather intrigued with others and new things. she is respectful to others but isn't quick to lend a helping hand, rather looking out strictly for herself.

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• NAME. Echo
• AGE. 52 moons
• RANK. Rogue
• GENDER. Nonbinary (they/them)
• ORIENTATION. Pan

• APPEARANCE. A fluffy, muscular cat with spotted black-and-white fur, missing in places.

• KIN. Velvet (mother), Mittens (father), Bella and Milo (siblings)
• ROMANTIC INTEREST. Open

• STATISTICS.
Strength: ★★★★☆ | Combat: ★★★★☆
Stamina: ★★☆☆☆ | Hunting: ★★★☆☆
Speed: ★★☆☆☆ | Stealth: ★★★☆☆
Intellect: ★★★☆☆ | Climbing: ★★☆☆☆
Wisdom: ★★★★☆ | Swimming: ★★☆☆☆
Charisma: ★★☆☆☆ | Medicine: ★★☆☆☆

• PERSONALITY. Apathetic, morally myopic, and pessimistic, Echo isn’t the easiest cat to be around with—and doesn’t plan on changing. They are stoic and serious, with a monotone voice and a seeming lack of emotions on the surface. Genuine connection with other cats seems all but incomprehensible to them—they see affection and attachment as something of a weakness, and won’t hesitate to make their feelings on the subject known. Although the time they’ve spent on their own is starting to wear down on them, and some part of them has grown lonely, Echo will likely never let onto this. Their lack of interest in relationships is likely rooted, at least in part, in a fear of abandonment and rejection. They maintain an aloof front both because they see it as an honest representation of their personality and because it’s a method of self-preservation.

Quietly self-assured but not to the point of arrogance, Echo’s many moons spent living the way they do have suited them well. Though some of their skills aren’t particularly polished, they are a self-sufficient hunter and decent fighter, willing to fight dirty in order to emerge victorious. Honor means little to them, unless it’s among thieves, and even then their trust and respect aren’t easy things to earn. That said, they do have a strong sense of personal dignity and refuse to engage in behavior they view as beneath them, often projecting this opinion onto others—they are observant and could be empathetic if they wished to, but they prefer (often negative) judgment to warmth and understanding. Their curiosity is as much a weapon as their claws, and when it strikes, it often aims true.

• HISTORY. Born a kittypet, Echo spent their first moons of life hoping for more than what they had. Their parents and siblings were content with their lifestyle, pampered and doted upon by twolegs, but Echo couldn’t bring themself to be so complacent. As they aged and grew more irate with their situation, their gaze strayed ever closer to the open apartment windows. Just one leap of faith, and they could be free.

It wasn’t until they were thirteen moons old that Echo worked up the courage. They nudged past the potted plants and jumped, landing safely (if uncomfortably) in a heap of garbage bags below. Once they’d licked their wounds and rid themself of the smell, they looked up at the sky, so wide and beautiful, and the city that sprawled out beneath it, so noisy and crowded and, in its own way, breathtaking. Echo knew deep in their bones that they’d made the right decision. They never looked back or spared another thought for their biological family.

Though it took time to learn their way around, having spent moons contained in four cramped walls, Echo eventually settled into a routine and established their presence. For the rest of their life they’ve roamed the city as such, never staying in any one place too long and never making any long-lasting connections.

[whispersome]

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• NAME. Nyx | Nightfall
• AGE. 34 moons
• RANK. Warrior
• GENDER. She-cat (she/her)
• ORIENTATION. Bi

• APPEARANCE. A lean cat with sleek black fur and yellow eyes.

• KIN. Phoebe (mother), Thistle (father), siblings (open or deceased), Robinpaw and Bramblepaw (adopted daughters)
• ROMANTIC INTEREST. Open

• STATISTICS.
Strength: ★★★☆☆ | Combat: ★★★☆☆
Stamina: ★★★★☆ | Hunting: ★★★★☆
Speed: ★★★☆☆ | Stealth: ★★★★☆
Intellect: ★★★★☆ | Climbing: ★★★☆☆
Wisdom: ★★☆☆☆ | Swimming: ★★☆☆☆
Charisma: ★★☆☆☆ | Medicine: ★☆☆☆☆

• PERSONALITY. Quiet and reserved, Nightfall is the type to blend seamlessly into the shadows. With swift and soft movements, her very presence can sometimes startle those around her, an effect that is unintentional but not particularly bothersome. She doesn’t necessarily consider herself shy, just efficient. As a result of her upbringing, loyalty and depending on others don’t come easily to her. A strong part of her wants to open up more and let her instinctive devotion shine, but Nightfall is also apprehensive about showing something she’d always been taught made her vulnerable. To her, being too closed-off is far preferable to being too open. Cynicism undercut her younger moons; Nightfall is now trying to lean harder into a more optimistic outlook, but she’s concerned that she can never truly change (and somewhat insecure about this).

Endurance is her strong suit—Nightfall is the embodiment of the phrase fall down seven times, get up eight. Stubborn and physically hardy, she’ll rarely give up on something once she’s already decided to pursue it. Patience is deep-seated within her, and paired with her level of focus and drive, she is a skilled hunter and fighter as well as a decent tactician. However, this can reach another extreme: Spontaneity is rare for Nightfall, and her patient nature sometimes cloaks outright procrastination and inaction. Though she does have some level of ambition, her life has been so shaped by simply trying to survive that she finds it difficult to act on her wishes, and currently even she doesn’t quite know what she wants out of her life.

• HISTORY. A rogue from birth, Nyx grew up constantly on the lookout for danger, trained—in the loosest sense of the word, as her blood kin was never consistently around—to prioritize survival and little else. Any tenderness that might have existed in her natural personality was quickly replaced with a desperate fierceness. Selfishness and cruelty were not easy for her to embrace, but for any hope of life, she had to. Eventually, such behavior became as natural as breathing, until Nyx couldn’t imagine what she could have been had her upbringing been any different.

In adulthood, any support network Nyx had as a kit had all but faded away. Used to hunting and fighting on her own by then, she hadn’t thought much of it, but the lack of familiar faces as she clawed her way deeper into the city wore down on her after some time. A sense of listlessness and apathy overtook her. She couldn’t help but wonder: What was any of this fighting and hunting and sleeping, but never too deeply in case of ambush, worth in the end?

It was then that she stumbled upon two kits, their mother dead and their father absent. Unable to bear kits herself, and not of a very maternal demeanor nonetheless, Nyx wasn’t exactly intending to take the two in. Somehow, however, she found herself unwilling to turn her back on the bedraggled and clearly troubled Robin and Bramble, and although she warned them off of seeing her as a mother figure, that was inevitably the role she slipped into nonetheless.

The three traveled together for some time, some degree of trust (unvoiced by all except Robin, much brighter and more open than either her sister or Nyx) developing between them. But three mouths to feed were far more difficult than one. When Nyx heard whispers of a cat gathering followers, she found herself drawn to such an undertaking. Though she couldn’t yet give Sinbad the same unconditional loyalty she had granted her adopted kits, Nyx found herself compelled by his goals and determination; she took the warrior name Nightfall and joined alongside Robin and Bramble, who became apprentices.

[whispersome]

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• NAME. Robin | Robinpaw | Robinsong
• AGE. 14 moons
• RANK. Warrior
• GENDER. She-cat (she/her)
• ORIENTATION. Aro/ace

• APPEARANCE. A small orange tabby.

• KIN. Maple (mother), Spike (father), Nightfall (adoptive mother), Brambleblaze (sister)
• ROMANTIC INTEREST. N/A

• STATISTICS.
Strength: ★★☆☆☆ | Combat: ★★☆☆☆
Stamina: ★★★☆☆ | Hunting: ★★☆☆☆
Speed: ★★★☆☆ | Stealth: ★★★☆☆
Intellect: ★★☆☆☆ | Climbing: ★★★☆☆
Wisdom: ★★★★☆ | Swimming: ★★★☆☆
Charisma: ★★★★☆ | Medicine: ★☆☆☆☆

• PERSONALITY. A peppy cat whose youthful spirit has yet to fade (and likely never will, at least completely), Robinsong is bright, cheerful, and outgoing. She can almost never be seen without a warm glow in her eyes and her mouth curved into a smile. Killing them with kindness might as well be her motto for all that she projects this ideal. She likes making others happy, often trying to get her clanmates to laugh when they seem particularly down. Is this a show of distraction and escapism as coping mechanisms? Maybe, but to Robinsong, a few good minutes out of a gloomy hour is better than none. She doesn’t sacrifice her duties for this, however, and is fairly diligent and hard-working in that area. In the end, she does tend to prioritize what she feels is right over rules set in place, but she’d prefer these things to overlap as best they can.

In comparison to her sister and adoptive mother’s guarded natures, Robinsong is perhaps too trusting, tending to put all of her faith in others and often getting burned for it. Those she develops close relationships with are often put on pedestals and idealized, which hurts all the more when these relationships falter. However, she’s not so fond of giving second chances after her image of someone has already shattered—forgiveness is something she wants to come easily to her, but in practice, she finds that difficult to apply. Robinsong tends to pour all of herself into others to avoid coming to terms with her own problems. Ultimately, she doesn’t know who she really is or what she really wants out of life, and she’s quite insecure about her own worth and identity. Her negative self-image is covered with smiles and laughter, but someday Robinsong worries it’ll all come crashing down.

• HISTORY. One of two daughters of a pair of rogues, Robin’s tenderhearted nature shone through even as a kit, often splitting food with her sister or parents when there wasn’t enough to go around. Even when times were difficult, Robin tried to brighten the cloudiest of days. Unfortunately, even she could not erase her family being broken from the start, as her parents were more so brought together out of circumstance than any true affection; although Robin and Bramble were wanted and cared for, at least by their mother, the timing of their birth wasn’t particularly convenient for two weak strays out in the cold.

It wasn’t until their mother’s death that things started to splinter. She fell ill one day, and try as young Robin might have to shake her mother awake, it soon became clear that she was gone. The sisters were both distraught, Robin covering her pain up with forced optimism and Bramble becoming even more emotionally and socially distant. Worsening matters, their father was nowhere to be found, leaving the two alone with only each other to depend on.

A fellow rogue found them one day, struggling to keep themselves alive, and took what Bramble interpreted as pity and Robin took as mercy on the two. The three became traveling companions and eventually a family dynamic, although only Robin was willing to admit that she saw Nyx as a mother figure. Though they still struggled, at least they had each other—still hurting but desperate to stay strong, Robin kept up her brave face and continued her generous habits, even with Bramble snapping harder by the moon and Nyx drifting further back into apathy.

When Nyx decided to join Sinbad’s burgeoning clan, Robin jumped at the chance to have other cats as companions instead of competition. She is now a fledgling warrior who has taken the name Robinsong, and her bright spirit continues to shine, however it may flicker by the day.

[whispersome]

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• NAME. Bramble | Bramblepaw | Brambleblaze
• AGE. 14 moons
• RANK. Warrior
• GENDER. She-cat (she/her)
• ORIENTATION. Lesbian

• APPEARANCE. A small tortoiseshell with sharp yellow eyes.

• KIN. Maple (mother), Spike (father), Nightfall (adoptive mother), Robinsong (sister)
• ROMANTIC INTEREST. Open

• STATISTICS.
Strength: ★★★★☆ | Combat: ★★★★☆
Stamina: ★★★☆☆ | Hunting: ★★★☆☆
Speed: ★★★★☆ | Stealth: ★★☆☆☆
Intellect: ★★★☆☆ | Climbing: ★★★☆☆
Wisdom: ★★☆☆☆ | Swimming: ★★★☆☆
Charisma: ★☆☆☆☆ | Medicine: ★☆☆☆☆

• PERSONALITY. Introverted and closed-off, Brambleblaze is all but the opposite of her sister in personality. On the exterior, she is rather prickly and standoffish. Her bark is worse than her bite, but that isn’t to say that she doesn’t have one. If pushed, Brambleblaze will snap fairly easily—the flares of her temper are well-reflected by her name, although she tends to run more cold than hot, a fan of passive-aggression and the silent treatment. She doesn’t quite play well with others and is at her core self-centered, putting herself before all else. As a result of her early moons and family situation, she tends to be suspicious of others’ intentions and shield herself the only way she knows how: With biting words and bared teeth. Her only true loyalty is to her sister and adoptive mother, and even them she’s grown cold toward.

Brambleblaze’s temper also leads her to recklessness and spontaneity, propelling her into dangerous situations without much care for her own wellbeing. If trouble doesn’t just happen to find Brambleblaze, she’ll rush into it headlong. These habits further strain her relationships, and her fickle, sarcastic nature can lead some to wonder what her true intentions really are. Beneath the surface, she does possess a significant amount of empathy and compassion; however, she’s too wary of becoming close to anyone to let it show. She also has the potential to work hard, but tends to only apply herself when it’s of personal interest to her, known for laziness.

• HISTORY. Bramble’s earliest memories are cold and distant, almost out of reach: Parents who she doubts ever loved her and a sister far too optimistic for her own good, huddled together only as much as grants them physical warmth. She never had the same faith in her family or their lifestyle as Robin did, nor was she nearly as giving.

After her mother’s death and father’s disappearance, Bramble—always the more introverted and distrusting of the sisters—became even more pessimistic and standoffish, barely even talking most days. Direct interactions with her sister became rare, even as the two traveled together and depended on each other for survival. From afar, she derided Robin for her forced smiles and the sunny mask she put on. In the meantime, the sisters were growing weaker by the day, and Bramble, though she’ll never admit it, chalks it up to some sort of miracle that they met Nyx when they did.

Nyx and Bramble were something of birds of a feather, which led them more to clash at first than they got along. Time spent together and Robin’s efforts to ease tensions (well-intentioned but often poorly-executed, only working due to Nyx and Bramble’s individual care for her) softened their opinions of each other somewhat, until Bramble grew to see Nyx as a surrogate mother of sorts. Living on the streets as they did wore down on them again, however, and harder with three of them to take care of. Bramble’s temper grew shorter and her tongue and claws equally sharper.

However much she protested at first, Bramble nevertheless went along with Nyx and Robin when they joined Sinbad’s group. It was a tossup as to whether or not she’d stay when the group became a full-fledged clan, let alone contribute in a meaningful enough way to justify her position, but it seems her loyalty to her family prevailed, as Brambleblaze sits now as a young warrior with an inarguable chip on her shoulder.

[C a s]

Source: The Happy Cat Site

Somethin’ cosmic, this way comes -
Finally somethin’ more than zeroes and ones;
You thought you had me, at the point of your gun,
Wonder what you thought was up, when I didn’t run.

Supersonic -
Finally somethin movin’ faster than you,
Something seismic -
Plate tectonics,
Can’t see how they move, but you know that they do.

N A M E
Prefix | Vulture - provided at birth, Vulture was named this by her mother.
Suffix | song - for her soft, gentle demeanor.

G E N D E R
[] ♂ | [☼] ♀

A G E
38 moons (3 years 2 months)

R A N K
Kit [] Apprentice [] Warrior [☼] Queen [] Elder [] Medicine Cat [] Deputy [] Leader []

C L A N
FeralClan



Pre-Clan Life
Vulture's life did not begin easily. The tiny molly was born the runt of the litter - and quite a large one at that. Being the smallest of six kits is never easy, but being the smallest of six kits born to Daya is even harder. Vulture was named after her mother's opinion of her. "I suppose you need a name," she whispered cruelly, looking disdainfully at the kit. "I'll call you Vulture - that's what kits are, leeches circling around my head ready to feed off of what I've managed to eat." Her littermates didn't fair much better, with names such as "Rat" and "Maggot." Vulture's kithood was spent primarily wondering why Daya even bothered to feed her litter.
Some of Vulture's earliest memories were hunting. Daya wasted no time in teacher her "leeches" how to fend for themselves. As soon as they were large enough to kill something, Daya began taking them with her on hunting trips and teaching them crouches and leaps. She also taught them the priority of human bins - if Twolegs were seen throwing something away anywhere, that was the place to watch. By the time she was eight moons old Daya was satisfied with her commitment as a parent and teacher and left her sleeping litter, disappearing into the dark. Vulture was awake. She was resting with her paws tucked under her chest, eyes half closed, as Daya shifted in her nest and stood to her paws. She caught her mother's eye, and neither of them spoke, but Vulture knew that would be the last time they met.
And so, Vulture's life as a rogue began. Some of her siblings remained together, and she was no different. Her littermate, Rat, stuck by her side. The two ventured off into the city, where they spent countless moons roaming from place to place. Nowhere was safe enough to stay for long, and the two of them amassed quite the pelt of scars, but neither cat was willing to part ways. Rat wasn't the kindest tom, and he was in no way gentle with Vulture - but he did it out of what he felt was necessity. Vulture was small in comparison to his well-built, muscular frame, and he would always protect her, though the love he gave her was tough at best. For a couple of years, this life suited them. That was until Rat got his injury, at least. He and Vulture had both grown into fine, skilled young cats, but even the best fighter is no match for a feral dog. They had seen it around the city a couple of times, running from Twolegs that were trying to catch it with traps and tricks. It was the night Rat had decided they were better off moving locations again that they met with him. The dog was bloodthirsty and when Rat yowled, "Run!" Vulture never looked back. She darted towards the fence, never believing for a day that Rat would fall behind. When she reached the top, panting and shaking, Vulture's gaze flicked back towards the alley, where the dog was gaining on Rat's heels. Vulture watched in horror as its huge snout clamped shut around his hindleg. She leaped from the fence and charged at the dog and her hissing littermate. This distraction was just enough to cause the dog to loosen its grip, and the two felines darted back to the fence. For the most part Vulture had to haul her brother to the top, as his strength was failing him. With Rat leaning heavily on her, the two found a dumpster that had just enough space under it for them to wiggle into and rest.
Rat tried to keep up with her after that, but his leg never healed. The tom's health declined for a few moons until his leg became heavily infected. It was the longest Vulture had spent in one spot; and she handled all of the hunting and fighting for the two of them, as Rat was hardly able to leave his nest. It was on one of these solo hunting trips that Vulture returned home and found Rat's body cold and stiff as stone.
Just like that, Vulture was alone again. She buried her brother and disappeared from the place they had been staying. For awhile, Vulture spent her days roaming the city and her nights searching for food and a decent place to sleep. Her diet consisted mostly of rats - until she found Varian, that was. It started with a scrape over food - a single plump pigeon that was just lying there on the sidewalk, too good to be true. The next thing she knew, Vulture was cornered against the nearest building wall, two tomcats hissing and spitting. The older one, a scarred up old tabby, hung back, but the ratty younger tom was ready for a fight. Vulture was no match with him - Rat had always been the real fighter of the two. Before things could go too far, the older tom stepped in, and that's how Vulture made her two closest friends: Varian and his son, Anduin. Varian took pity on her and let her spend a night or two in the plastic box they called home, but those couple of nights became permanent when Varian became sick. Anduin and Vulture built an almost sibling-like relationship and took care of Varian for the few moons he remained alive. In this time, both toms worked with Vulture to help her sharpen her skills and teach her a thing or two. Finally, Varian passed, but this time, Vulture and Anduin had one another to rely on. From there, they allied with Sinbad's group of rogues.

Warrior + life
It hasn't been long since Anduin and Vulture joined with Sinbad. Now that her skills were sharper, Vulture held no hesitance when it came to storming the park and taking it for her leader. She has developed loyalty to her Clan and is adjusting to the new way of life, and was even willing to take a warrior name: Vulturesong.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Vulturesong is far from complex. The queen is gentle and soft. She would rather talk her way out of a fight than be confrontational, but when push comes to shove, she'll show her fangs - though it usually takes something that she believes in, such as fighting for the group she calls home or in the name of the cats close to her, most notably Rat, Varian, and Anduin (though only Anduin still lives). The topic of death makes her somewhat uncomfortable; despite losing both Varian and Rat, it still makes her uneasy, and she has never gotten into a fight with the intent to kill. Her mercy will likely be the death of her one of these days. At her core, Vulturesong has intense abandonment issues. She will compromise and bend however she must to keep a cat she cares about around for fear of being alone, which is why she thrives more in Sinbad's group than she ever did when she was lone or just with Rat or Varian and Anduin. Vulturesong is very devoted to adjusting to Clan life and has no problem leaving behind her own ways to follow Sinbad's Code, which is something she and the more independent Anduin disagree on.
+ Traits: gentle, understanding, patient, loyal.
- Traits: abandonment issues, destructively forgiving, complacent, non-confrontational.

S K I L L S

Charisma: ★★★★☆
Strength: ★★☆☆☆
Speed: ★★★★☆
Climbing: ★★★★★
Agility: ★★★☆☆
Defense : ★★★★☆
Offense : ★★☆☆☆



K I N
Mother | Daya
Brother | Rat

E D U C A T I O N
n/a

F R I E N D S H I P S
Anduin | Closest friend; practically siblings.
open!

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Single [☼] Taken [] Too Young [] Crushing [] Widow []
►Mate/Crush

[C a s]

Source: CatGazette

You see, people love stories with endings,
Right now, I'm just a story that's sort of dragging on slowly;
Page by page, year by year;
But people want an ending, they want a crash,
They want an ear in the mail -
I don't have one.

All I have is another lousy poem,
And the knowledge that I'll probably die somewhere confused and decrepit in a nursing home -
I don't think this plane's gonna crash.

N A M E
Prefix | Anduin - named by his mother, Aster.
Suffix | ---

G E N D E R
[☾] ♂ | [] ♀

A G E
49 moons (4 years 1 month)

R A N K
Kit [] Apprentice [] Warrior [☾] Queen [] Elder [] Medicine Cat [] Deputy [] Leader []

C L A N
FeralClan



Pre-Clan Life
Anduin had a very soft beginning to life. His mother, Aster, had a cushy kittypet life. His first memories are of the cat bed in which she and his littermates, Tadbole, Venus, and Hibiscus slept. He spent his kithood playing with his littermates and being doted on by his mother. Soon, though, his littermates began to disappear. His other explained that the Twolegs and their kits coming to play with them were deciding which kitten to take home, and that he should be on his best behavior so that he could find a home, too. Anduin was always too rough; he held nothing back with his scratches and bites, and the Twoleg kits were never very fond of him. Soon enough, it was only he and Aster. As the days went by and the tom began to grow up, it became clear that he was not as desirable as his littermates. His mother never said anything, but he could see the disappointment in her eyes when every visitor left him there, and he could hear it in her voice when she told the story of her Housefolk adopting her.
Soon enough, a year had passed, and Anduin was an adult cat. It was disheartening that his Housefolk never bought him a collar like the one dangling around his mother's neck, and they hardly paid him any mind - after all, his play was too rough for them, too. Everything changed for Anduin one day when he was play hunting in the shrubbery outside of his Housefolk's home. A pretty young calico had been watching him from the fence across the street, and Anduin was curious about her immediately. She didn't have a collar or a neatly groomed pelt; no, she was pretty, but it was clear the streets were her home. Finally, Anduin approached her, and learned her name was Primrose. The relationship began as her primarily teasing him for his lack of skill, but soon she began to teach the young tomcat how to hunt and fight. He had a natural skill for it. When Primrose introduced him to Varian, the much older cat was incredibly intimidating at first. A dark alley tomcat, Varian was covered in scars and had one ear ripped to a nub. He had skill, though, and Varian liked that about him. When it became time for the father and daughter to move to a different location, Varian proposed that Anduin leave his soft, cushy life behind and join them. He jumped at the chance and bad his goodbyes to dear old Aster, who had been retired from breeding and would be living her life out as a fat housecat.
So, the three left, and journeyed through great big NYC together. Anduin and Primrose only grew closer, and by the time he was two years old, Anduin had taken her as a mate. They had a very loving relationship, and they took care of Varian, as Primrose's goal was to take care of him one day as he had taken care of her throughout her kithood.
For all of his battle skill, Anduin's speed was lackluster. The three cats had been out scavenging and were all heading home when screeching alerted them. A Twoleg was driving its monster down a back alley and doing it sloppily, unlike anything the three had ever seen. Primrose was the closest and he tried, Anduin tried, he raced with blood rushing in his ears and his heart feeling like it would explode, but by the time he skidded to a halt beside her body, it was too late. The monster had taken his mate's life without a second for any of them to react. Anduin and Varian buried her under a flowering bush and spent the night there mourning their losses.
The two toms never parted ways. Varian had become like a father to Anduin, and he longed to fulfill Primrose's wish. He made the resolve to stick by the old, worn tabby's side until his last days. They had already crossed paths with Vulture and recruited her as a traveling companion when Varian got sick. The tom wheezed from walking more than a few steps, and so Anduin and Vulture parked themselves somewhere safe and took up all the hunting and defending. Following his passing, Anduin and Vulture's bond strengthened, and he considers her an honorary littermate. He never saw her the way he saw Primrose, but his heart is just now healing from her loss, now that his last reminder of her is gone.

Clan + life
Anduin only joined with Sinbad's group because Vulture pitched it as a brilliant idea. She took her warrior name, Vulturesong, though Anduin isn't sure he's ready to leave that part of him behind. He thinks perhaps in the future he would be willing - but he thinks these kind of things are earned rather than given. He tries to follow Sinbad's Code and serve as a good warrior, though he has issues with authority and following orders and just generally any cat outranking himself.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Anduin is a very independent, capable tom. He doesn't mind company; he just prefers the company of cats that are as comfortable with silence as himself. He's a man of his word; if Anduin says he's going to do something, it will get done, and no promise the tom makes will be broken. As much as he's on the fence about a Code of laws every cat must follow, this includes his loyalty to Sinbad's group. Even if he disagrees with it he's vowed his loyalty to FeralClan and will serve it until his last breath. Opposite of Vulturesong, Anduin is wildly comfortable with death. Primrose's was the hardest to deal with, but he's fought and taken many lives himself - so it's just the cycle of things. Every cat's life will come to an end and Anduin recognizes it; he would rather celebrate a fallen comrade than dwell in grief. He adapts well to change and overcomes obstacles quickly, though this leaves him apathetic about most things.
+ Traits: loyal, chivalrous, clever, adaptable.
- Traits: confrontational, apathetic, single-minded, lack of trust in virtually anyone around him.

S K I L L S

Charisma: ★★☆☆☆
Strength: ★★★★★
Speed: ★★★☆☆
Climbing: ★★☆☆☆
Agility: ★★★☆☆
Defense : ★★★★☆
Offense : ★★★★★



K I N
Mother | Aster
Littermates | Tadpole, Venus, Hibiscus

E D U C A T I O N
n/a

F R I E N D S H I P S
Vulturesong - closest friend and practically his sister.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Single [☾] Taken [] Too Young [] Crushing [] Widower [☾]
►Mate/Crush: Primrose