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[Euthymios]

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━ name : sleetwing
━sleet; for her bright ice-blue eyes, which reminded her mother of winter and ice.
━wing; for her graceful movements
━ age : twenty moons
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat
━ rank : medicine cat of _clan

━ appearance sleetwing is a small long-furred ragdoll siamese molly with clear ice-blue eyes
━ scent sleetwing smells like spearmint and chamomile

━ personality sleetwing is . . . dedicated, graceful, mellow, organized ; withdrawn, reserved, defensive, introverted, somber
once a carefree cat, it's apparent how loss, and her newfound responsibilities, has brought sleetwing to her knees. she is not a social creature, and prefers to attend to her duties alone. she sits on the sidelines, watching as other cats move on with their lives. the loss of her family still haunts her every night; bringing it up is a good way to get on her bad side. nonetheless, sleetwing is a cat with a good head on her shoulders, as well as an ability to stay calm under pressure. she has a strong work ethic, attending her patients tirelessly without fail. a strangely emotional cat, she struggles to keep personal feelings out of her decisions at times. quiet and introverted as she is, sleetwing is by no means unkind. sleetwing has maintained many of the kindly, maternal traits from the previous medicine cat, and as such, speaks with wisdom and kindness. even though she cannot, and will not take on a mate thanks to the warrior code, it's almost as if she was born to be a permaqueen. her words are cool but tender, holding an unmistakable warmth that has not yet been frozen by grief.
━ likes : water, stones, swimming, insects, cooler weather, running, sorting herbs, studying medicine
━ dislikes : talking about her family, stress, waking up late, greenleaf, crowds, loud noises, fighting

━ orientation : sleetwing is closeted homosexual
━ attracted to : none, forbidden
━ mate & kits : none, forbidden
━ preference : patient, kind, someone to sweep her off her feet, pale coat colors, understanding, perhaps quiet like herself.

━ history : sleetkit, along with her sister icekit (npc), were the product of a one night stand between her mother oakberry and a mysterious loner. as with most toms in this situation, the loner disappeared as quick as he came, leaving oakberry alone with her two kits to raise by herself. the molly was deeply saddened by the incident, as she had truly believed that her 'mate' had loved her. the kitting was an incredibly painful and draining process. in the end, three kits were born, although the youngest, a tom-kit named duskkit, was stillborn. the queen could only lay limply in her nest, too listless to milk her kits, who mewled hungrily next to her. eventually, one of the other queens in the nursery took pity on the two scraps and lifting them up into her nest. they fed at her belly and she groomed them as if they were her own. thus was the birth of sleetkit and icekit. oakberry was absent throughout most of the kits lives, having returned to warrior duties soon after the pair were weaned. thus, icekit was communally raised by all the queens, as if she was but one kit in one large family. icekit and her fed from various different queens, and slept in different nests each night. she and icekit were practically inseparable, forming the feline version of bonnie-and-clyde. for the most part, sleetkit remembers being picked on by the other kits in the nursery, perhaps because her mother had abandoned her sister and herself. icekit wouldn't have it. 'why have one mom when you can have four?' the white she-kit laughed. her optimism kept the pain of oakberry's neglect from reaching the kits.
indentas a kit, sleetkit's interests had begun to digress from the usual, though this was in part due to sleetkit's habit of hanging around the medicine den. at first, the medicine cat at the time - an aging molly named swanfrost - found sleetkit to be nothing short of an irritation. she got under his paws almost all the time while peppering him with nearly endless questions. unfortunately, every rejection fueled the kit's curiosity. her penchant for asking questions soon led her to develop an early interest in medicine. soon, she spent more time in juniperfrost's den than the nursery, set on learning as much as possible.
indentit came to no surprise to the clan that when she turned six moons old, sleetkit became sleetpaw, the medicine cat apprentice while icekit grew up to be a warriors apprentice. despite being a little put off by the young ragdoll, swanfrost grew to share a strong bond with the young molly. the older molly was a dedicated and patient teacher, more than willing to work hands on with her pupil. icepaw was fortunate to have a rather easygoing and cheery mentor, who gave her plenty of time to socialize with the medicine cat apprentice. at twelve moons, icepaw became a full mountainclan warrior; iceberry. • sleetpaw was not yet ready for her medicine cat name due to having a poor memory of herbs.
indentnot long after she became a warrior, iceberry became distressed and troubled. one of the other senior warriors, _, was becoming restless. iceberry had been approached by _ a few times in private, since she was a friend of the current deputy, _. the ginger molly was upset, her heart poisoned by jealousy. _ was a warrior known for her strength and battle prowess, not to mention a couple moons older than the seal-point.
indentsleetpaw provided reassurance where she could, knowing about the rumors of one or two warriors who had gone missing. she hadn't thought much of them, pinning them on incursions from rogues or predators. until icefeather was the next target. sleetpaw was coming back from gathering comfrey - and was promptly met with her sister's terrified cries. the white warrior had gone hunting, and found herself cornered by a rogue. help came, eventually, but it didn't matter. sleetpaw wasn't the same again. • sleetpaw became sleetwing, stepping up to take the place of her mentor as the molly was becoming too old to continue.

[Euthymios]

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━ name : saffronslash
━saffron; a nod to her golden hued pelt which matches the shade of the flower
━slash; for her fighting prowess
━ age : fourty-three moons old.
━ gender : ♀, cisfemale, she-cat
━ rank : warrior
━ allegiance : _clan

━ appearance saffronslash is a ginger mackerel tabby maine coon she-cat with piercing tawny eyes. compared to the average cat, she is lean and stocky; broad-chested and strong-shouldered. the dark ginger tabby markings are but faintly visible on her pelt, which is smooth and well-groomed at all times. her muscles are robust, pointing to a life of hardship and hardwork in the line of clan duty. scars from saffronslash's fighting days line her flank and chest; fairly visible thanks to her short pelt. her piercing golden optics are both commanding and strict, communicating truth and resolve at a glance.
━ scent saffronslash smells of lavender flowers and sage.

━ personality saffronslash is . . . intelligent, disciplined, hardworking, ambitious, strategic ; stubborn, headstrong ; calculating, greedy, manipulative, hostile
━ likes : being in charge, patrol, hunting, her few close friends, swimming, cooler weather, hunting rabbits, sparring.
━ dislikes : hot weather, getting up early, foxes, snakes, being challenged, mud, kits, everything about her sister _.

━ orientation : saffronslash is demisexual and biromantic, male leaning.
━ attracted to : none yet, she's not focused on romance at the moment.
━ mate & kits : even if saffronslash were to take on a mate, which she won't right now, she's not sure about kits. they just seem to be loud, squealing nuisances rather than anything lovable.
━ preference : charming, witty, willing to match her fire, devoted, ambitious, loyal, someone she can manipulate, longer coat, darker colors.

━ history : hickorystone (npc) was a proud and well-liked tomcat, boasting a purebread clanborn lineage miles wide. his love interest was a molly named tansysong (npc), a compassionate molly who also happened to be the social butterfly of the clan. the two had been friends since their warrior ceremonies; high school sweethearts and after several moons of eye contact and patrols shared together, they settled down to start a family. there were two kits, both she-cats, in the litter; saffronkit and _kit. saffronkit earned her name via the golden hue of her pelt, one which almost exactly matched the shade of her mother tansysong. her eyes came directly from her mother as well. the two kits were extremely close to each other at first, but as they began to explore the world around them, things slowly changed. as like most kits, saffronkit admired and coveted the leader's wisdom and power. however, she fell into _kit's _, who had earned their father's favor within moments of opening her eyes. hickorystone looked upon _kit with pride, declaring that one day she would be the clan's deputy, with leader soon following. tansysong chided him for picking favorites, wrapping her tail around saffronkit with a mother's unconditional love. _kit blushed at her father's words, but made no attempt at playing the part. instead, she spent every day with her sister, allowing the two to become close. soon, hickorystone's words became a distant memory, though they would still haunt the ginger she-kit from time to time.
indentsoon, the two kits became six moons old, and it was time to become apprentices. saffronpaw was assigned to _. _ was a strict, challenging yet understanding mentor, a tom of twenty five moons. saffronpaw looked up to the tom a lot. unlike hickorystone, who only had eyes for _paw, _ gave her all of his time. saffronpaw did wind up causing quite a bit of trouble at times, since her mentor's calculated and by-the-book personality did not mix with his apprentice's brash and temperamental approach to problems. in order to force the apprentice to slow down, _ introduced saffronpaw to another apprentice, palepaw, who had the patience and control that saffronpaw needed in order to progress as an apprentice. (and stop giving poor _ a headache.) the two couldn't have been more different and they soon became heated rivals, always trying to out-perform the other. their rivalry soon turned into a long-lasting friendship after a pair of large foxes cornered them whilst the duo (and _) were on patrol. saffronpaw along with her mentor were able to drive off the first fox with relative ease, but palepaw had already sustained painful wounds from the second. without even hesitating, the ginger tabby flung herself on the remaining fox, screeching, clawing and biting. the apprentice received a nasty bite on the shoulder for her recklessness, later to scar, but in return, she secured palepaw's friendship and her mentor's praise. the ginger apprentice spent two moons in the medicine den while her shoulder healed, with palepaw, _paw and tansysong visiting often. she had to spend an extra moon in training thanks to the delay, much to her dismay. _ was a hard tom to please; as patient as he was, there was always some place that could be improved. at thirteen moons, she was named saffronslash for her skill in combat and for fighting off the two foxes. palenose and _ came to congratulate her during her vigil, having been made warriors one moon prior. palenose, especially, thanked saffronslash profusely for saving his life, saying that he would've surely lost his life had the ginger warrior never intervened. their interactions were limited to sweet words and stolen glances, never any drawn out conversation. still, saffronslash considered him to be one of her closest friends. she gave her sister a long measuring glance but forgave her. the molly turned her blame instead towards her father for encouraging the favoritism to continue.
indentas a warrior, saffronslash wanted to be first in everything, and threw her body and soul into her duties. she believed that through hard work, she could outshine her sister, _breeze, who was well-liked by the clan as a whole. no matter how taxing the task, she volunteered without a second thought. she may not have gotten the same recognition as her sister, but she did receive an apprentice; _paw, a lean black tom with cool green eyes and a thirst for knowledge. saffronslash took him under her wing immediately, striving to train him just as well as _ trained her. it kept her busy, that's for sure. too busy to pay much attention to her sister _breeze. so, when the ginger female was crowned deputy by the clan leader, _star, saffronslash was left stunned and dismayed. so great was her feeling of betrayal that when _paw became a warrior - _stride, she couldn't look him in the eye. left behind with feelings of jealousy and anger, she retreated into her shell, not bothering to congratulate _breeze on her promotion. until now, the leader _star, was rapidly approaching the age of an elder, and was often too sickly to lead properly. it left more responsibility on the deputy, since she was to be the clan's successor. with each day passed, saffronslash grew bitter from jealousy, her mind now set with one goal: overthrow her sister and take her place as the rightful leader. by hook or by crook, she would get it.

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━ name : acornfeather
━acorn; named for his earthen colored pelt and small size.
━feather; named for his caring and quiet nature.
━ age : twenty-two moons old.
━ gender : ♂, cismale, tomcat.
━ rank : warrior of _clan

━ appearance : acornfeather is a small and willowy white tom with brown tabby patches and pale hazel-green eyes. born without any physical muscle brawn, his body is lean and wiry, often lacking any superfluous fat or muscle. the hairs on his pelt are usually groomed, but still stick out every which way, giving him a rather ragged appearance at times. most of his pelt is white, but there are brown tabby patches on his head, ears, and on the middle of his back. acornfeather holds himself at one with his submissive personality, shoulders slumped inwards and his tail curled close to his paws. scars cross the centers of his back and chest, testaments to the tribulations each rogue must endure.
━ scent : acornfeather has a faint fragrance of petriochr and hazelnuts.

━ personality : acornfeather is . . . gentle, warm, compassionate, resourceful, paternal, thoughtful ; observant, opportunistic, alert, sensitive ; quiet, lonely, withdrawn, defensive.
━ likes : rainy days, hanging out with his sisters, hunting, kits, joking around with friends.
━ dislikes : shouting or fighting, predators, getting wet, cold weather, bullies.

━ orientation : acornfeather is heteroromantic/heterosexual
━ attracted to : none yet *open here*
━ mate & kits : acornfeather is currently the caretaker to his nephew and niece ( _ and _ ) alongside his sister _. he's also raising his own son, named _.
━ preference : earthy coat colors, witty, soft eyes, hopeless romantics, gentle, dedicated, genuine, strong moral compass.

━ history : acornfeather's kithood was a lonely and forlorn affair. born as a rogue, acorn, alongside his older-by-two-minutes-sister thicket (npc) to his elderly mother nettle, the duo were the only ones to survive in their litter. having grown used to the cycle of loss and death, nettle nursed with a cold eye, continuously surprised when they survived another night. often neglectful and absent, she left most of the caretaking duties up to _. the two weren't even named until two moons into their lives when thicket worked up the courage to ask. there was no affection, no touch, and no communication. just themselves. their mother soon taught thicket how to hunt, and thicket in turn taught acorn. alll the two kits grew to knew were warnings about the dangers of the world, cold whispers about the cats they were never to trust, the things that would kill them. "never trust a clan cat." nettle growled at her wide-eyed kits, her eyes flashing with meaning and insistence. "never trust a rogue. they'll use you and then kick you out. they're not your friends." when the twins reached their seventh moon, nettle evicted her kits from the nest, a snarl on her muzzle and anger flashing in her eyes. she spat that they were useless, and that they had fed off of her milk for far too long. kits were only good as long as they pulled their own weight, which they had not managed to do since they were born. barely more than kits, sage and thicket fled into the woods, never to see their mother again. rumors came on the wind that she had settled with another tom a few moons later, something she had done many many times. each time, the kits she bore either died or she evicted from her nest, no love in her heart for any of them.
indentwithout their mother, survival was difficult, but not impossible. the twins used teamwork to secure their meals, working together to track down even the fastest of the hares and squirrels. one early morning, sage accidentally chased a vole into the territory of a large group of outsider cats. rather than killing them outright however, the leader - seneca - decided to offer them sanctuary after witnessing thicket's hunting skills. despite appearing to be caring and charismatic on the surface, acorn and thicket quickly became victims to the leader's greed and manipulation. it goes without saying that joining the group was a big mistake. seeing as being smaller and weaker, the two were often picked on, beaten, and abused by the other rogues, who had no qualms with their vile, corrupt ways. bloodshed, backstabbing, and even murder were commonplace, with acorn often at the center of it. fighting led to respect, and loss led to derision and scorn. bitterly, acorn took his mother's last lesson to heart. never trust a rogue. but, secretly, he wondered where that would put him - as he was a rogue himself, who could he trust? would it be wrong to ask others to trust him?
indentseeing that acorn was fairly useless as a fighter, seneca decided to train acorn as a spy. naturally unassuming with an innocent bleeding-heart-in-distress appearance, acorn was the perfect candidate to get information from others from under their noses. seeking to improve his status and avoid another potentially costly fight, he readily agreed. at first, he was only asked to spy on other outsiders and loners, always reporting back to seneca within the moon. it pained him greatly to see the consequences, to betray again and again, but in his mind, thicket's safety always came first. under no circumstance would he be willing to jeopardize that. acorn thought that success would bring him safety, and in some ways, it did. cats who would've been glad to beat him into the ground began to keep their distance, wary that their words would reach seneca's ears. the tuxedo tom used acorn to weed out whispers of treachery and dissent in the group, keeping his rule strong. but there was still something missing, something that he desired above all else, something that seneca was not able to give him.
indentit took one mission for acorn to finally understand what it was. sent to spy on the clan, _clan, that acorn's behavior started to change. he loved their culture and ways, harmonious and loving - a stark contrast from the anarchy and savagery that seneca enforced. perhaps unaware that he was a spy or perhaps pitying him, they gave him shelter for a few days. even though his interactions were limited, acorn grew to respect and envy clan life. few clan cats were willing to interact with him at first since he was a rogue, but he did manage to befriend an older calico she-cat named nightsong (npc) the shecat was gruff and distant, but otherwise understanding. having recently lost her son, who was about acorn's age, she took the black tabby in. acorn grew to love her as a mother figure, someone who could fill a hole in his heart.

[Euthymios]

━ name : shiverthorn
━shiver; for his wintry white coat
━thorn; for his stony, sharp-tongued personality
━ age twenty three mns
━ gender ♂, cismale, tomcat
━ rank warrior of _clan

━ physiology : shiverthorn is a lean pure-white tom with deep copper eyes.
━ scent : sap and rain

━ psychology shiverthorn is . . . tenacious, silver-tongued, honest, dutiful, loyal, sympathetic, persuasive ; moody, suspicious, sharp-tongued, cynical, skeptical, manipulative, insecure, a loner.
shiverthorn is complex, that's for sure. many clan-mates have compared him to a crab or a turtle at one time or another, and frankly, there is no better description. not because of a lack of speed, but because of the shell. while on the outside, this tom - like most aristocrats - has built up a thick wall towards the outside world. there is a very fine difference between who he is on the outside and who he is on the inside. he has a clear sense of duty, willing to go and get everything done. its no surprise, then that this cat is somewhat of an workaholic. he will simply plow ahead and get the job done with finesse without waiting if the situation calls for it. additionally, he is known for having a way with words. a natural public speaker, his words are surprisingly heartfelt and strong. there is always some thought going into his words, a pause for consideration, a keen ear and eye. he knows how to start a conversation and how to keep a cat engaged. ironically, shiverthorn has a tongue as silver as a snake's, and equally as persuasive. this gift can go two ways; the more benevolent diplomacy and the more negative manipulation. as of late, shiverthorn has put his silver tongue to ample use, whether it is to get a cat to do his bidding, or to get them to look the other way. and there is no denying that there is something hypnotic about his deep copper eyes. the white tom is highly perceptive of feelings, as he is very emotional himself. the slightest nuances are always noted, even if he doesn't say so right away. a highly sentimental, sensitive, and intuitive, yet earnest tom, shiverthorn will go to surprising lengths to ensure the wellbeing of his loved ones. he is a family cat for sure, despite being overly subtle and shy. he is given to moments of pining, as he subconciously expects the love and care he gives to others to be reciprocated. there are many moments where shiverthorn appears to be wearing his heart on his sleeve. he is extremely dedicated to those he holds close, and is ready to make many unhealthy compromises only to keep their image of a family going. he's the hopeless romantic in the story, the sappy lover, but it must be considered that the shadows of his past cling uncannily to his pelt. his world-view is not as bright as most cats would assume, and it seems to be trapped in an eternal twilight. his pessimism descends even to the darker aspects of cynicism. on top of that, he hates to feel vulnerable, retreating into his shell at the slightest of sign of strife.
━ likes : being with his select friends, creative projects, relaxing near or in water, a good meal, peace, having a good laugh, all types of weather.
━ dislikes : strangers, rogues, excessive prying into his personal life, worms, getting dirty.

━ orientation : homoromantic/homosexual
━ crush : none yet *insert name here*
━ mate & kits : none yet *insert name here*
━ preference : kind, loving, understanding, faithful, someone who's willing to stick around, someone stronger than he is, bright coat colors - calico or tortoiseshell, someone to bring him out of his shell.

━ history : shiverkit was born to a powerful _clan queen named cloudstream and the equally as respected warrior lionstride. born the only child in the litter, shiverkit was given the full attention of both his parents, which unfortunately led to him feeling that they were too overbearing. they wanted to make a true gentlemen, a fine male, out of their son, and well, they did. it went without saying that they wanted him to be as fine of a warrior as they were. he was not nearly as adventurous as other kits, sticking close to the nursery with his parents. he didn't tussle and playfight as often, although he still had his fair share of roughing up. it wasn't very hard for the white tom to make friends, after all. nevertheless, there was no denying that his parents did love him very much, even if they were quite overprotective.
indentwhen it came time for him to receive his mentor, shiverpaw was assigned to badgerclaw. and that was where the trouble started. while on the outside badgerclaw was collected and cool, that did not extend to the private training sessions. he was condescending, harsh, aggressive and demanding. he constantly pushed the white tom too hard for his own good, and was not lenient with his criticism. in addition, shiverpaw developed a fiery rivalry with a different _clan apprentice; thistlepaw. the two apprentices could often be seen arguing with each other and butting heads. thistlepaw's comments were just as scathing as badgerclaw's, which only made training harder. truth be told, while the white tom did indeed find badgerclaw's anger to be a little excessive, he didn't think there was anything wrong with the burly tom. maybe it was just him. the breaking point came when shiverpaw was going to attempt his final assessment along with the other apprentices in his class. perhaps it was shiverpaw's nerves getting the better of him or it was the fact that he was truly not ready, but he failed in a rather embarrassing manner. not only was this disappointing for him, but it was worse so for badgerclaw, who was simply furious. so much so that he launched into a tirade full of verbal disparagement right in front of the leader and the deputy. even thistlepaw was taken aback.
indentat that point, all shiverpaw wanted to do was run through the thorn barrier, denounce his clan, and leave his foxhearted mentor behind. after all, how was he supposed to grow if his mentor never, ever, saw how hard shiverpaw was trying? how would he become a warrior. when he opened his eyes however, he was shocked to see not only badgerclaw being relieved of his teaching duties, but him being reassigned to the senior warrior acaciafrost. all this time, he had never realized that it was his mentor at fault, not him. he hadn't been in the wrong. training under acaciafrost was decidedly different from training under badgerclaw. while badgerclaw was harsh and demanding, constantly scaring shiverpaw half to death, acaciafrost was cold and distant. he left shiverpaw to figure out issues on his own, thinking that that was the only way to allow the warrior to grow up stronger. nonetheless the feedback that he gave shiverpaw was very helpful, and under the senior warrior's practiced eye, shiverpaw grew into a fine, self-sufficient tom who could hold his own relatively well without relying on others.
indentunfortunately, the combination of badgerclaw's harsh tutelage and acaciafrost's cold shoulder left a lasting impact on shiverpaw forever. it had taken away his kit-like innocence, leaving him more somber and serious. he began to snap and nip at the smallest of things, pushing himself into his duties as a way to cope. he passed his assessment with flying colors at thirteen moons old, much to acaciafrost's pride. he was given the warrior name shiverthorn, for his sarcastic and snappy demeanor. he may stick out like a sore thumb when compared with his peers, but the white tom keeps the best interests of the clan at heart.

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❄︵ 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖘
𝑖 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠
≾ current name , alsaari
≾ nicknames , saar (close friends)
≾ past names , alsaari was formerly named lysander by his birth-mother, a name that he has stopped calling himself after the death of his brother, sabas. the only one who retained the right to call him by that name.

• alsaari | arabic name meaning spar, fighting
≾ breed , bengal
≾ age in moons , 28 mns, 2 years and 4 moons age in human years , 24
≾ sex , cismale unaltered
≾ orientation , bisexual
≾ preference , male leaning
≾ clan , sumerian empire
≾ current rank , chattel cat, not aligned with any house
≾ social standing , lowborn
≾ inventory , the bengal tom has had very little possessions with him by nature. after his capture, what meager possessions that he had collected during his travels were stripped away from him.


❄︵ 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒
≾ allegiance description , half-blind charcoal rosetted tabby tom with a jade green eye
≾ body type , alsaari can't help his gangly and slim body type, his lack of proper nourishment and extraneous flesh greatly accentuating his long legs and shallow flanks. due to the harsh conditions a chattel cat is subjected to, his build has thinned further, his frame ragged and malnourished. however, alsaari is a rather tall cat and he still has muscle around his haunches and legs, making him a strong runner.
≾ physical condition & health , the conditions faced by a chattel cat are deplorable, to say the least. alsaari's physical health has declined along with his body, but his mind remains sharp. most cats might've given up hope in his situation, but the bengal tom is merely lying in wait, his intentions and motives dormant.
≾ pelt , alsaari's pelt is rather ragged and frayed in appearance due to the filth of the mines, and bits of dirt mar the slightest bit of cleanliness. nonetheless, the patterning of his furs is lovely, a deep and mysterious charcoal spotted with leopard-like rosettes. while most of the time, all cats see is his ebon pelt, his unique markings come alive in the daytime the most, the sunlight illuminating his markings so that a phantom pelage drapes over his form.
≾ eyes , alsaari's right eye is permanently blind, but his left one is a cold jade-green hue.
≾ scarring/distinct markings , alsaari's scars are numerous and tend to stand out against his too-short pelt. some are from claw marks, and others appear to be from the whips guards use down in the mine. the most prominent scar is that over his blind right eye.
≾ scent , underneath the metallic filth and detritus of the mine, there is a faint fragrance of rain and thyme leaves.
≾ voice description & claim , alsaari's voice is chilly and rather level with a firm edge beneath it. despite his rather colorful personality, his voice inflection remains neutral and level. he is voiced by troy baker.


❄︵ 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖘
𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟
≾ stength , ★★☆☆☆
≾ speed , ★★★☆☆
≾ stealth , ★★★★☆
≾ agility , ★★★☆☆
≾ stamina , ★★★★☆
≾ pain tolerance , ★★★☆☆
≾ hunting , ★★★★☆
≾ combat , ★★★★☆
≾ social , ★☆☆☆☆
≾ loyalty , ★★★★★


❄︵ 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉
𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛
≾ personality , a highly clever but introverted character, alsaari is often locked up in his own private rumination, and prefers to keep others at a distance. his methodical working style, which dictates logic and routine, is not necessarily for everyone. he tends to approach problems systematically, breaking bigger problems into smaller pieces that he can deal with easily. alsaari is highly in tune with his mind, to his benefit. he is quick to identify and analyze patterns and trends, and he isn't above out-of-the-box solutions. in essence, he is the very definition of all brain and no brawn. in tandem with his mental acuity, alsaari is in possession of a wit whose purpose is entirely determined by context alone. in general, his wit is dry, and in times of strife, his humor can take a dark turn. most people misinterpret his sardonic words as mocking or irreverent, but that is far from the truth. in reality, he takes every situation seriously, but he comes off as blunt in a way that is misinterpreted as callousness and insensitivity.
‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ the bengal is slow to befriend and trust, his bitter demeanor creating an outer shell around him that is hard to breach. he sees the worst in people, and braces against betrayal by keeping up a constant vigilance. the kindest of his acquaintances call him reserved, those who dislike him call him paranoid. it's hard for him to lower his guard, and once he does, it seems that most of his discomfort stems from being vulnerable. once his trust is earned, alsaari honors his friendships deeply. in truth, alsaari is fairly perceptive of his partner's emotions, and tends to see more than he likes to let on. he prefers to keep his reticence, thinking that actions speak louder than words. a stoic observer, alsaari is willing to sit down and listen to others peoples problems, pondering in respectful silence before offering a solution. when relaxed, his humor is not as biting, taking on a sly, teasing quality. still, it's hard to describe him as warm.
‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ his aloof behavior comes with a certain level of fear, of secret mistrust. even though he keeps a calm and coldly charming demeanor, his thought impulses quickly spiral into worse-case scenarios and worry. alsaari is pretty defensive by habit, never truly relaxed, and always investigating. the slightest coalition prompts his interest; the whisperings of rumors always reach his ears one way or another. he is hyper-vigilant. most of the time, his fears are unfounded. he knows how to make surface-level conversation to deflect suspicion, but his penchant for honesty and bluntness means he is more than capable of laying down hard criticism. don't mistake his anxiety for submissiveness; alsaari knows how to keep a cool head while tearing into someone's psyche at the same time. unfortunately, this tends to bring about the exact situation that he goes to avoid.
‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ it's hard to earn his trust, but it's even harder, if not impossible, to regain it. once betrayed, alsaari quickly becomes an enemy for life. the bengal is unrelenting to the point of ruthlessness, more than willing to hunt down and exact vengeance upon the poor unfortunate who crossed him. a betrayed alsaari is fiery and snide at best, openly vicious and murderous at worst. this penchant for brutality when he is crossed is often unexpected, as most people readily assume he does not have a temper readily on display. his words begin to snarl and bite, sinking into his opponents' weaknesses and tearing them into shreds. in the aftermath however, guilt haunts him incessantly as he inevitably mourns those lost relationships. he often times catches himself thinking about what they could have been if things had gone differently, a cycle of melancholy and somber thinking.

• sometimes, it's hard to tell if he's making a sarcastic quip or being absolutely serious. unless you're on his good side, alsaari usually refuses to clarify.
  
• absolutely despises sunclan for their immorality, even before sol. he sees their extravagance as both wasteful and hypocritical.
  
• largely prefers rabbits and mice; averse to killing and eating birds
≾ history , alsaari was born as a rogue on the edges of a dune sea as the eldest child in a litter of two alongside his brother, sabas, to his mother eriphyle. as kits, the dark bengal grew up sparring with sabas while his mother looked on. unlike most siblings, the brothers were practically inseperable, forming a bonny-and-clyde-esque duo. eriphyle was fairly lenient as it turns out, never letting her kits wander far, and never scolding them too harshly when they ran off, either. at night, she often told them tales of great wars long passed, of their duty and the requirements expected of them in battle. it wasn't until alsaari was seven moons old that he found out why this was the case. upon meeting their father, who had come to collect his sons for war, their mother bade them go without so much as a glance. the bengal tom could only blink in confusion as his 'father' shepherded him away. why hadn't she stopped him? and how was this cat really his father? as it turns out, thyrsis was more distant and absent than eriphyle had been, leaving his sons to make the progression from child to soldier in the rogue gang they lived in while he watched from afar. as alsaari grew older, and was thrown into more and more conflicts as a budding soldier, his desire to win the respect of, and the resentment that followed, for his father grew. by the time he was eleven moons old, alsaari could barely look his father in the eye without baring his teeth in hatred. due to his precocious combat experience, the bengal was sent to fight in an increasing number of skirmishes, one after the other whenever he was called upon. but it didn't matter how many victories he brought back home, his father either didn't care or didn't notice.
‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ finally, after a particularly bad skirmish which resulted in sabas suffering near-lethal wounds to secure victory, alsaari had had enough. after the twins had healed, alsaari confronted his father, who turned away from them as usual. seeing for the first time how little thyrsis cared for his children, the bengal tom was filled with fury. he leapt forward to attack, only for sabas to pull him back at the last moment. too consumed with anger, alsaari leapt on his brother with unsheathed claws. the battle was brief, ending with the bengal tom — consumed by anger — raking his claws across sabas's throat. the younger bengal's eyes widened in surprise and then he toppled to the ground, dead. pure horror fell over alsaari in a wave as he realized what he had done. his brother, sabas, who had offered him nothing but support and unconditional love, was dead by his own paws. he couldn't pin this one on his father; it was his fault alone. he doesn't remember accepting thyrsis's bid for his son to join him, and had you asked him, he wouldn't have been able to tell you why, either.
‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ after losing sabas, alsaari began to look after chrysanthos as the only family he had left. but whereas getting along with sabas was easy, interacting with his half-brother was challenging to say the least. for whatever reason, the success that came along so easily for him became nearly impossible to achieve for the younger tom. the frustration of seeking approval from herakles, the mentor of the two brothers, along with the rigor of their training, soon forced the two brothers against each other. it didn't help matters that their personalities were significantly different, alsaari having become and pragmatic and chrysanthos a hot-headed and emotional individual. whereas the bengal tom was merely ignored, chrysanthos was hated, and learned to hate in turn. eventually, the violence escalated into a bloody battle which ended in the bengal losing his right eye. gaping in open-mouthed shock, all he could do was stare in grief and horror at the cat before him, the cat who was formerly the most tender and kind of all of his siblings. not knowing what to say or what to do, alsaari fled. chrysanthos could only cry after him helplessly, paws red with the blood of his kin.
‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ alsaari didn't remember the name of the cat who saved him from infection, nor did he remember crossing the sunclan purpose. asunder without a purpose or a home, his one surviving thought that he should and would reunite with his brother. nevertheless, his training and aggressive tendencies refused to fade away, so when a sumerian patrol mistook him for a hostile rogue and attacked him, alsaari didn't hesitate to bite back. the resulting fight landed him with several new scars and the rank of a chattel cat slave. the bengal tom spends his time brooding in wait, anticipating a return back to the surface. he would've prioritized his escape had he not began to bond with the other slaves. for some reason, he never learns his lesson.
‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ but if they were looking for the tom in his youth, then they would be looking for a ghost. life had beaten that cat into dust.

• mother , eriphyle (npc)
• father , thyrsis (npc)
• siblings , chrysanthos (half-brother - npc) sabas (younger brother - npc)
• mate , n/a
• offspring , n/a
• other kin , n/a
• mentoring/mentored by , herakles (npc)
• 'playable characters' , n/a
≾ enjoys , most types of prey excluding birds, a good hike or sprint, cooler temperatures, banter and wisecracking
≾ dislikes , treachery, dishonesty, getting too close to other cats, humid weather, the desert, the sumerian empire
≾ fears , pyrophobia (due to nightmares during his time as a loner) claustrophobia
≾ theme , fire by the score


❄︵ 𝖗𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕𝖘
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑚 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑒
‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎❄ (positive) ✧ (neutral) ⊹ (negative) ⇝ (romantic) ♚ (mentor/apprentice) 𒆩 (kin) 𝓸 (complicated)
≾ cat's name , xxx | blurb
≾ fenrys , ❄ + 𝓸 | it's complicated. the bengal is not entirely sure what to make of the chimera tom's playful jabs, rare as they are. nevertheless, alsaari deep down appreciates the attempts at company, a beam of light in the miserable hell of the mines. there are times when alsaari sees glimpses of his brothers, sabas and chrysanthos in the tom, and those moments are the best.

[Euthymios]

━ name : azaleamask
xxxxxxxxxazalea: for her calico fur
xxxxxxxxxmask: named for her talent of masking true feelings under a facade of optimism and conformism

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠, 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

━ gender : she-cat
━ clan : riverclan
━ role : handmaiden

━ appearance : ...
medium-furred calico she-cat with yellow eyes

━ name : sproutbloom
xxxxxxxxxsprout: for his calico fur
xxxxxxxxxbloom: named for his optimism and knack for learning new skills

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx𝑊𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑒𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑦𝑚𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑒