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Place to store things for both simple and specific kitties!
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Serkan - Bastard / Blood Claw (may change kitty name)
Coloration - Mainly white with some light brown markings that vaugely look like da wings on back/neck and tail wrapped aorund back leg.
-Has messy blood stained fur. Even when groomed the dull rusty red doesn't seeme to wash out ccompletely. (opt maybe not sure on rules or IC grooming.
Edits(Template) - DHL, Tall Ears, Sharp Eyes(or custom similar to ref), Fluff Mane, Fangs
Edits(Custom) - Chain collar with a small padlock on it. -this is a remanent of the two legs that once held him. Multiple ear tears, various scars(cc)
Personality - Hostile, Violent, Selfish, Cold. - He goes and does what he wants and will lash out against any who try to stop him. Though if others let him do as he wishes he usually will ignore others.
History(WIP) - Born to a loner mother just trying to survive on their own he watched his siblings die around him and when he was barely more than 3 moons old when he lost his mother to a monster on the thunder path. 'Rescued' by a two leg he wanted nothing to do with them but was trapped. The longer the two legs held him the more scared and aggressive he got as they constantly lashed out at him when he tried to defend himself. The two legs named him bastard and gave him his chain collar. He spent roughly 8 moons with his 'owners' and hated every moment of it before he was able to escape one day and vanish into the wild where he belonged.
Still young life was dangerous alone but he had the vitality and determination to do what he must. He almost constantly got into fights with other cats over food and territory and through many loses he learned to fight and do anything he needed to survive. As he grew he became more and more jaded towards other cats as well as two legs. He trusted no one but himself and grew big and strong enough over the years that he was a terror fight due to his skill, power, size, and reputation to give worse than he got. Often even killing when it wasn't strictly necessary to get his point across.
Now old and strong enough he roams where he pleases, hunts where he sees fit, and takes what he wants.
Plots Ideas/Wanted - He begins encroaching on various clan territories and does what he wants. Fighting back when clan cats try to stop him. Even if he looses and is pushed back by a group, he keeps coming back for various reasons but mainly to show he doesn't care or fear them.
Eventually, probably during/ after combat, he sees there is someone out there that he can respect and joins a clan. Going from violent nuisance to great warrior/sheild to the clan.
Though there are likely to still be many bumpy patches between him and the other clan members as he adjusts to clan life and learns to care at all about a code.
Coloration - Mainly white with some light brown markings that vaugely look like da wings on back/neck and tail wrapped aorund back leg.
-Has messy blood stained fur. Even when groomed the dull rusty red doesn't seeme to wash out ccompletely. (opt maybe not sure on rules or IC grooming.
Edits(Template) - DHL, Tall Ears, Sharp Eyes(or custom similar to ref), Fluff Mane, Fangs
Edits(Custom) - Chain collar with a small padlock on it. -this is a remanent of the two legs that once held him. Multiple ear tears, various scars(cc)
Personality - Hostile, Violent, Selfish, Cold. - He goes and does what he wants and will lash out against any who try to stop him. Though if others let him do as he wishes he usually will ignore others.
History(WIP) - Born to a loner mother just trying to survive on their own he watched his siblings die around him and when he was barely more than 3 moons old when he lost his mother to a monster on the thunder path. 'Rescued' by a two leg he wanted nothing to do with them but was trapped. The longer the two legs held him the more scared and aggressive he got as they constantly lashed out at him when he tried to defend himself. The two legs named him bastard and gave him his chain collar. He spent roughly 8 moons with his 'owners' and hated every moment of it before he was able to escape one day and vanish into the wild where he belonged.
Still young life was dangerous alone but he had the vitality and determination to do what he must. He almost constantly got into fights with other cats over food and territory and through many loses he learned to fight and do anything he needed to survive. As he grew he became more and more jaded towards other cats as well as two legs. He trusted no one but himself and grew big and strong enough over the years that he was a terror fight due to his skill, power, size, and reputation to give worse than he got. Often even killing when it wasn't strictly necessary to get his point across.
Now old and strong enough he roams where he pleases, hunts where he sees fit, and takes what he wants.
Plots Ideas/Wanted - He begins encroaching on various clan territories and does what he wants. Fighting back when clan cats try to stop him. Even if he looses and is pushed back by a group, he keeps coming back for various reasons but mainly to show he doesn't care or fear them.
Eventually, probably during/ after combat, he sees there is someone out there that he can respect and joins a clan. Going from violent nuisance to great warrior/sheild to the clan.
Though there are likely to still be many bumpy patches between him and the other clan members as he adjusts to clan life and learns to care at all about a code.
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Realos - Cat name Later
Coloration: Albino Tabby. Mostly a white/cream color with some darker cream/light tannish tabby marking showing. Red eyes.
Edits(custom optional) - Fishbone acessory somehow? mebbie just make it a marking somewhere.
Edits(Templates) - cc whatever feels right/you feel
Personality- Confident, professional, dedicated/determined. He is pretty laid back in general/casual settings. He is confident of his skills, despite being so tiny in size and doesn't back down from a challenge. Though when at 'work' he is cool, quite, and professional. Taking everything super seriously.
He hates it when others mock him for his size.
Coloration: Albino Tabby. Mostly a white/cream color with some darker cream/light tannish tabby marking showing. Red eyes.
Edits(custom optional) - Fishbone acessory somehow? mebbie just make it a marking somewhere.
Edits(Templates) - cc whatever feels right/you feel
Personality- Confident, professional, dedicated/determined. He is pretty laid back in general/casual settings. He is confident of his skills, despite being so tiny in size and doesn't back down from a challenge. Though when at 'work' he is cool, quite, and professional. Taking everything super seriously.
He hates it when others mock him for his size.
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Lorkan - Ashpaw/AshHeart
Base DSH with longer chest/neck/belly fur depending what's available/paying for
Coloration: Dark blue/black with dark grey/black chest/belly and silver/whiteish paws and tiger esk markings.
Edits: Scar over eye. (possible lion eske tail fluff)
Edits(Template): if not customed, want big lively eyes of what is available
Eyes two dif colors and is blind in the scarred eye.
Personality -
History - He grew up in a colony/clan that held itself together through loyalty and hard work. Lorkan took pride in his position and nothing mattered more to him than doing his part to hold them together. As he grew and became more and more recognized he fell hard for a pretty young female loner he encountered. After a bumpy meeting and cute awkward courtship she joined him in his colony and the loving pair became practically inseparable.
When the colony leader passed the skilled and competent AshHeart took over as leader with his mate at his side. Life was as always with ups and downs over the many moons they had together and he dearly loved all his colony but he was particularly proud of his kits as they grew.
About the time his kits where about 5 moons old and the leaves were starting to fall, their worst rival colony started to be much more aggressive on their borders and it became a wild fight to maintain their territory.
And then his whole world would crash down brutally around him.... Once evening he and most his fighting cats where fighting off another aggressive invasion of their territory. The battle was hard and he lost two strong cats before finally driving them off. It was however what he found in his camp on return that would break him.
Entering the tree sheltered area what he feared from the smells he had picked up were affirmed. Brutally slain cats of all ages lay in pools of blood nearly made him crumple then and there. As his remaining fighters began to swarm about looking for survivors or the enemies that had done this he stood there frozen for long moments.
Then his heart jumped, he didn't see his beloved mate or their kits anywhere. With the faintest glimmer he bolted to his den. At the entrance he froze again and his eyes grew wide with shock and a desperate disbelief as tears welled in his eyes.
His beloved mate stood there covered in blood with the lifeless body of one of their kits in her mouth, which she dropped callously as she turned to sneer at her mate.
The only word he could say as his tear continued to roll freely was a hoarse 'Why?'
She laughed darkly and he heard the sound of fighting begin outside but was too shaken to react to such a small thing at this point.
She told him that he had never been more than just a pawn for her own rise to power and had always been against him and his weak ways of ruling. She had been working with the old leader of their rivals from before she even joined his colony. She had been growing her power in both living a double life waiting for her chance. When the rival clan's leader had passed she had taken over easily and capitalized on this and with her allies in his own colony arranged this little takeover. And she would tolerate no cat that did not bend to her, even her own kits.
Ash had listened in shock as everything he knew and loved fell into more and more confusing and jagged bits. This monster before him he did not recognize and it just couldn't be that sweet cat he had fallen in love with so very many moons ago. Then when she spoke of their kits so callously while flicking him with her tail his hurt brokenness suddenly burst into a fiery unbridled rage and with a tormented yowl he lunged at her viciously.
A fierce bloody battle ensued as the two former lovers fought with full intent to kill. Heavily bloodied with terrible wounds he managed to pin her and went to a killing bite. Only to hesitate at the sudden flicker of fear in her eyes and all those memories of who she had been flooded into him. However, she did not share this and took advantage of it.
Lashing out she gouged his eye heavily causing him to yowl and step back allowing her to get to her paws and continue the attack. Ash knew he had missed his chance and he would not get another in his current state. A glance at his dead kits tore his heart and with a roar more of pain than rage now he slammed her against a wall and hissed sharply before she lashed back with a powerful bite.
He staggered back and collapsed next to his kits and did not rise again for the bloody heap he now was.
It was a surprise to him when he did awaken again later to find the elderly cat that was good with herbs at his side with a grim expression and wounds that Ash was surprised they were not dead already.
Noticing he was awake the elderly cat shook his head sadly in reply to the unanswered question. 'Sorry, AshHeart aside from the two of us everyone has either defected or died. The latter group I know i shall join shortly.' In his fading rasp he further explained after the others left he had searched for survivors and only found him clinging to life. He had done the best he could for him. He had been a good leader and he was still young. The old cat gave a small sad smile and encouraged the broken leader to try to live on. If for no other reason than to keep the memory of all the proud cats that died to protect the colony.
So ash decided that he would, though he felt in too many pieces to truly live ever again. He spent many days after the elder passed on mourning and burring those of his former colony including his own kits before wandering off to get far from this bloody place, traitorous cats, and painful memories as he could.
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Reina - DapplePelt or sumthin?
[ Dapple Markings ]
Coloration: Varied color Dappled fur. Colors inspo/ref but cc from first/cert ref. Has bright yellow gold eyes.
Edits(custom optional) - Possibly lion like tail puff or maybe just fluffy tail on the DSH base
Edits(Templates) - Eyes that give her a sly look? cc whatever else
Base DSH with longer chest/neck/belly fur depending what's available/paying for
Coloration: Dark blue/black with dark grey/black chest/belly and silver/whiteish paws and tiger esk markings.
Edits: Scar over eye. (possible lion eske tail fluff)
Edits(Template): if not customed, want big lively eyes of what is available
Eyes two dif colors and is blind in the scarred eye.
Personality -
History - He grew up in a colony/clan that held itself together through loyalty and hard work. Lorkan took pride in his position and nothing mattered more to him than doing his part to hold them together. As he grew and became more and more recognized he fell hard for a pretty young female loner he encountered. After a bumpy meeting and cute awkward courtship she joined him in his colony and the loving pair became practically inseparable.
When the colony leader passed the skilled and competent AshHeart took over as leader with his mate at his side. Life was as always with ups and downs over the many moons they had together and he dearly loved all his colony but he was particularly proud of his kits as they grew.
About the time his kits where about 5 moons old and the leaves were starting to fall, their worst rival colony started to be much more aggressive on their borders and it became a wild fight to maintain their territory.
And then his whole world would crash down brutally around him.... Once evening he and most his fighting cats where fighting off another aggressive invasion of their territory. The battle was hard and he lost two strong cats before finally driving them off. It was however what he found in his camp on return that would break him.
Entering the tree sheltered area what he feared from the smells he had picked up were affirmed. Brutally slain cats of all ages lay in pools of blood nearly made him crumple then and there. As his remaining fighters began to swarm about looking for survivors or the enemies that had done this he stood there frozen for long moments.
Then his heart jumped, he didn't see his beloved mate or their kits anywhere. With the faintest glimmer he bolted to his den. At the entrance he froze again and his eyes grew wide with shock and a desperate disbelief as tears welled in his eyes.
His beloved mate stood there covered in blood with the lifeless body of one of their kits in her mouth, which she dropped callously as she turned to sneer at her mate.
The only word he could say as his tear continued to roll freely was a hoarse 'Why?'
She laughed darkly and he heard the sound of fighting begin outside but was too shaken to react to such a small thing at this point.
She told him that he had never been more than just a pawn for her own rise to power and had always been against him and his weak ways of ruling. She had been working with the old leader of their rivals from before she even joined his colony. She had been growing her power in both living a double life waiting for her chance. When the rival clan's leader had passed she had taken over easily and capitalized on this and with her allies in his own colony arranged this little takeover. And she would tolerate no cat that did not bend to her, even her own kits.
Ash had listened in shock as everything he knew and loved fell into more and more confusing and jagged bits. This monster before him he did not recognize and it just couldn't be that sweet cat he had fallen in love with so very many moons ago. Then when she spoke of their kits so callously while flicking him with her tail his hurt brokenness suddenly burst into a fiery unbridled rage and with a tormented yowl he lunged at her viciously.
A fierce bloody battle ensued as the two former lovers fought with full intent to kill. Heavily bloodied with terrible wounds he managed to pin her and went to a killing bite. Only to hesitate at the sudden flicker of fear in her eyes and all those memories of who she had been flooded into him. However, she did not share this and took advantage of it.
Lashing out she gouged his eye heavily causing him to yowl and step back allowing her to get to her paws and continue the attack. Ash knew he had missed his chance and he would not get another in his current state. A glance at his dead kits tore his heart and with a roar more of pain than rage now he slammed her against a wall and hissed sharply before she lashed back with a powerful bite.
He staggered back and collapsed next to his kits and did not rise again for the bloody heap he now was.
It was a surprise to him when he did awaken again later to find the elderly cat that was good with herbs at his side with a grim expression and wounds that Ash was surprised they were not dead already.
Noticing he was awake the elderly cat shook his head sadly in reply to the unanswered question. 'Sorry, AshHeart aside from the two of us everyone has either defected or died. The latter group I know i shall join shortly.' In his fading rasp he further explained after the others left he had searched for survivors and only found him clinging to life. He had done the best he could for him. He had been a good leader and he was still young. The old cat gave a small sad smile and encouraged the broken leader to try to live on. If for no other reason than to keep the memory of all the proud cats that died to protect the colony.
So ash decided that he would, though he felt in too many pieces to truly live ever again. He spent many days after the elder passed on mourning and burring those of his former colony including his own kits before wandering off to get far from this bloody place, traitorous cats, and painful memories as he could.
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Reina - DapplePelt or sumthin?
[ Dapple Markings ]
Coloration: Varied color Dappled fur. Colors inspo/ref but cc from first/cert ref. Has bright yellow gold eyes.
Edits(custom optional) - Possibly lion like tail puff or maybe just fluffy tail on the DSH base
Edits(Templates) - Eyes that give her a sly look? cc whatever else