Mist's cats. :3

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This is where I'll post all of my character's bios for easy refrence.

SHORT SUMMARY ;

HAZEFEATHER !
shadowclan deputy
gender: she-cat
mate: in progress
orgin: rogue
theme song: estimately frontline by pillar

PAINTEDKIT !
riverclan kit
gender: tom
crush: open!
orgin: clanborn
theme song: frontline by pillar and parts of me against the world by simple plan

FOXKIT !
riverclan kit
gender: tom
crush: open!
orgin: clanborn
theme song: exerpts of mike and tak from remember the name by fort minor

FIREKIT !
riverclan kit
gender: she-cat
crush: open!
orgin: clanborn
theme song: me against the world by simple plan

LOTUS !
rogue
gender: she-cat
mate: open!
orgin: bloodclan [rogue]
theme song: referred to in parts of teenagers by my chemical romance

SEQUEL !
loner
gender: tom
mate: in progress
orgin: city cat
theme song: estimately bones shatter by hedley

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Name- hazefeather
Gender- she-cat
Age (In Moons)- twenty moons
Alliance/Clan- shadowclan
Rank- deputy

Image/Picture- this is a siggy i made for her from one of the previous sites:


Description- hazefeather has always been the kind of cat to catch the eye of the bachelor tom, ever since she strode into camp and demanded entry to the ranks. she is a lean cat; slim but not so much as a windclan cat, with powerful leaps and a confident stride. her fur is long and feathery, soft to the touch and rippling quite nicely with any flicker of movement. it's color is a mottled gray, home to all vriety of grays from light to near black with white paws to accept it. but among her features, the one that first catches the eye is the oculi; two shimmering pools of a light turquoise-sapphire, a hue that seems to draw in any unsuspecting creature to hypnotism. and almost unnoticable through the wisps of long misty fur is a surprisingly large nick that sits in her right ear [her right, your left], as well as several scars and scratches that are hidden beneath her flanks.

Attitude/Personality- who says you need to be born in shadowclan to have their fierce standpoints? hazefeather was a rogue for most of her life so far, but now she's fond herself quite a life as shadowclan's next leader-to-be. and really, she fits the bias stereotype quite well. to start, the she-cat is cunning, clever, ambitious, observant, and thoughtful. in a tight situation, she's one of the quick-thinkers you'd want by your side. her dark side, though: arrogant, selfish, stubborn, manipulative, fierce, cold, sharp-tongued, always prepared to do what she has to to get what she wants. sure, every cat has their weaknesses. hazefeather can often be too impatient in the worst of times, or push too hard. but don't get on her bad side, because she still thinks like a ruleless rogue with no regard for rules. not the kind of cat you want as an enemy.

History/Past- hazefeather's past is as good as mystery, and not one she's ever bothered to share with a clan cat. all that anyone else is that she was once a rogue before she gave it up for the clan life that she now excelled in. but anything else seems impossible to uncover. when she was still a part of a rogue band, she was the powerful and deadly leader who went by the name of haze. it was a chaotic time for the group and she's gained many scars as she fought for the top spot, but her hard work paid off. she was the tyrant of the land. and, for some reason known only to her, she gave it all up right when she had it all. of course, shadowclan was her obvious choice of clan life; to her, the rest of the clans were sickeningly soft. the young she-cat was only twelve moons old when she joined shadowclan, and her ruthlessness hidden behind beauty and cunning helped her to gain power to her current deputy position. but does she still ahve a place in her heart for the rogue band she left? or perhaps a devious plan once she becomes leader? a mystery left untouched, and one many of hazefeather's clanmates could never imagine existing.

Other- nope

Theme Song- probably "frontline" by pillar.

Example Of Role-Playing- it was simply a still night. not even a breeze whispered through the scraggly undergrowth, and the half-moon hung over a land not even graced by the melodies of crickets or stirring prey. the sight was eerie, really. perhaps an omen for what would happen. even in this dead landscape the steps were unheard, whether or not there was anything to ehar them or not. each graceful movement brought the figure farther from her home, and nearer to a new destination. one that none who knew her could ever imagine. for just a moment the shape, now clearly that of a feline, paused with nose in the air. yes, this was the border. one more step would cross a barrier into a different world. but, this was why the cat had come. and after only a moment did the trek continue.

this cat, nobody around here would know of her. rogues keep far away from the kittypets and softhearts of the clans when there's no reason to infiltrate, so her name would be nothing. although, step outside of the border once more, and every cat you met would know her name; haze, the young, beautiful, and deadly leader of the Crescent Blood. but despite the astounding size and rule of the organization, clanners were too ignorant to ever learn about life outside of their little bubble. which, for her, was good. if anyone here knew who she was, surely they would have enough sense to send her away. as it was now, the only cat who didn't sound unbearably sweet and naive was shadowclan. but even this was a stretch for the "evil" she-cat.

it wasn't long at all before the camp came into sight, nothing but a clump of sharp thorny foliage covering the obvious smells of sleeping cats. supposedly, these camps were supposed to be a bit of a challenge to find; were clan cats really that dull to ahve to go looking for something so obvious? perhaps they were. haze snorted to herself with a cruel amusement. these cats were so simple-minded. but, as much as she was condemning the life spread befor her, her paws propelled her forward to enter its embrace. light turquise-sapphire oculi gleaming in the moonlight, the mottled gray femme allowed herself one last moment of freedom before strenghtening her gait. and in no time at all, she had dissapeared through the camp barrier and into a new world.

Code Word- warrior cats

How did you find out about Us- invis told mee.

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Name: paintedkit
Gender: tom
Age: four moons
Alliance/Clan: riverclan
Rank: kit

Image/Picture: to be posted.

Description: paintedkit is, to put in simple words, a beautiful tom. his fur is long and feathery, a mottled mixture of vast oranges and black dapples that give him the look that called upon such a name as his. indeed, the look is rather softened by the light green eyes that gaze out from the small face of a kit. underneath the rippling coat is a lean and lithe body, born for agility with the small muscles that give him the riverclan gift of the swim.

Attitude/Personality:
it is doubtful that even paintedkit's littermates have ever known the full complex of the swift and mysterious tom. he is cunning, intelligent, patient; the kind of traits that might remind one of an ambitious and greedy cat, and paintedkit does live up to expectation. but atop that layer is a maze of sugarcoating and innocent skill, that no creature can delve and successfully weave through to see the real cat within. the fire-colored kit doesn indeed have high expectations for his future. and with the aid of his two siblings and any other cat he may trick into beind to his will, he has no doub that his life will hold nothing but success.

History/Past: there are so many love stories gone wrong nowadays, it seemingly becomes harder and harder to find a family that lacks an iridescent display of heritages beyond their own clan. so it is almost a snotty sort of pride beheld by the family of paintedkit, firekit, and foxkit that they are of pure riverclan descent. it wasn't long ago that a bored and aging tom by the name of russetclaw went looking for a mate that he might pass a new generation with. and indeed, he seemed to have found a satisfactory character for the job when he mentored gingerpaw, who later became gingerheart and his mate. any cat who payed attention would have noticed that there was a lack of true affection in the relationship; most radiating from the younger she-cat. finally gingerheart noticed thae lack of true commitment in her companion when she was heavy with kits. children had been the priority of russetclaw's attatchment to a she-cat, and once the goal was reached he saw little left to really strive for in his courtship with gingerheart. so the rather crestfallen queen lived that the cold truth, bearing three kits who only see their stony and rather cold-shouldered father a couple times a moon -- if they find themselves lucky.

Other: brother of foxkit and firekit.

Theme Song: i guess it'd be a mixture of "me against the world" by simple plan and "frontline" by pillar.

Example Of Roleplaying: can be found in my first bio.

Code Word: warfare cats

How did you find out about Us: invis told me. :3

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Name: foxkit
Gender: tom
Age: four moons
Alliance/Clan: riverclan
Rank: kit

Image/Picture: to be posted.

Description: perhaps he's not graceful or particularly extravagent, foxkit is certainly not the kind of cat to be put down because of such. his fur is shaggy but not quite fitting of the term "long", unlike his two siblings who do indeed fit such a word. but like them his coat is a stunning orange color, fairly solid in terms of hues with black-tipped toes and ears with the smallest white tip at the end of the tail. it is a soft green gaze that is set upon these foxlike-features that give the tom his name. and beneath the fur is a stolid build of muscle and strengh, making him the brawn of his brother's ambitious operations.

Attitude/Personality: who is the real foxkit? it's rather hard to say with confidence. he's the kind of character who runs with the punches, flexible and easily bended to accomodate another. but don't count that as a weakness, as it's far from a drawback. no cat can take advantage of the orange kit. no matter how much theyd like to fancy that thery have. foxkit only follows through on something if it fits his needs, and is stolid enough about it that not even paintedkit can control or trick him. however, intelligence or quick-think is not up his alley. it the game of ambition, he's the brawn of whatever plan his brother might dish out. surprisingly, he
doesn't mind the treatment one bit, maybe because he does get some of the loot in the event of success.
History/Past: there are so many love stories gone wrong nowadays, it seemingly becomes harder and harder to find a family that lacks an iridescent display of heritages beyond their own clan. so it is almost a snotty sort of pride beheld by the family of paintedkit, firekit, and foxkit that they are of pure riverclan descent. it wasn't long ago that a bored and aging tom by the name of russetclaw went looking for a mate that he might pass a new generation with. and indeed, he seemed to have found a satisfactory character for the job when he mentored gingerpaw, who later became gingerheart and his mate. any cat who payed attention would have noticed that there was a lack of true affection in the relationship; most radiating from the younger she-cat. finally gingerheart noticed thae lack of true commitment in her companion when she was heavy with kits. children had been the priority of russetclaw's attatchment to a she-cat, and once the goal was reached he saw little left to really strive for in his courtship with gingerheart. so the rather crestfallen queen lived that the cold truth, bearing three kits who only see their stony and rather cold-shouldered father a couple times a moon -- if luck finds them.

Other: brother of paintedkit and firekit.

Theme Song: i suppose he's a mixture of tak and mike from the song "remember the name" by fort minor.

Example Of Roleplaying: can be found in my first bio.

Code Word: warfare cats

How did you find out about Us: invis told me. :3

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Name: firekit
Gender: she-cat
Age: four moons
Alliance/Clan: riverclan
Rank: kit

Image/Picture: to be posted.

Description: firekit may not have quite the array of colors that her brother paintedkit does, but the youn she-cat is as every bit as beautiful as he. just like her two brothers, her fur is a stunning firey orange that gives her her name. the coat has light dapples of black, and as a feathery langth that can look like a dancing flame when she travels at an agile run. her eyes are the exact same light green as her littermates, not a standout color but a softening touch to the blazing coulrs that surround them. under her long pelt is a slim and lithe body, build for speed and grace with just a touch of muscle perfect for a swim.

Attitude/Personality: although the she-kit was named for the color of her fur, it is also considered a perfect title to match her personality. and indeed, firekit is a cat of fiery character. spunky, tomboyish, and straightforward, she's a cat with who's never afraid to speak her mind -- and has a surprisingly sharp tongue to accent it. no cat really expects such a dainty and innocent-looking cat to have such a rambunctious and untamed attitude, but when has she ever met expectations? but the personality does serve her well, because she and foxkit are probably the only two cats who cannot be swayed by paintedkit's tricks and manipulations. firekit usually steers clear of her two ambitious brothers. although when it suits her, she's got enough amibtion to play a minor role in a scheme now and then.

History/Past: there are so many love stories gone wrong nowadays, it seemingly becomes harder and harder to find a family that lacks an iridescent display of heritages beyond their own clan. so it is almost a snotty sort of pride beheld by the family of paintedkit, firekit, and foxkit that they are of pure riverclan descent. it wasn't long ago that a bored and aging tom by the name of russetclaw went looking for a mate that he might pass a new generation with. and indeed, he seemed to have found a satisfactory character for the job when he mentored gingerpaw, who later became gingerheart and his mate. any cat who payed attention would have noticed that there was a lack of true affection in the relationship; most radiating from the younger she-cat. finally gingerheart noticed thae lack of true commitment in her companion when she was heavy with kits. children had been the priority of russetclaw's attatchment to a she-cat, and once the goal was reached he saw little left to really strive for in his courtship with gingerheart. so the rather crestfallen queen lived that the cold truth, bearing three kits who only see their stony and rather cold-shouldered father a couple times a moon -- if luck finds them.

Other: sister of paintedkit and foxkit.

Theme Song: "me against the world" by simple plan.

Example Of Roleplaying: can be found in my first bio.

Code Word: warfare cats

How did you find out about Us: invis told me. :3

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Name- lotus
Gender- she-cat
Age (In Moons)- seventeen moons
Alliance/Clan- bloodclan
Rank- warrior

Image/Picture-


Description- the colors of the lotus flower can vary from blues to pinks, and it is impossible for a cat to ever acheive such a color of coat. however, there is a certain variety of a dainty white -- the beautiful flower of which this she-cat in question is named after. her fur is a bleached white without ever residing a fleck of dirt, something almost no other rough-and-tumble bloodclan cat could surely manage. and indeed, against the brilliant colors of sunrise or sunset her plet seems to project an aura of pinks and purples like the other hues of her namesake. she has two green eyes, shockingly bright and easily the thing ones eyes must adjust to; especially against white, such a bright acccessory can be quite the stand-out. beneath the short snowy fur is no spectacular build to note. slim and agile, yes, but not a body to match a cat who truly has the gift of speed. but there is hidden tones of muscle buried there, dangerous and lethal and ready to attack any cat who might pose a thread -- or maybe even just a nuisance.

Attitude/Personality- by bloodclan standards, lotus looks like a soft and dainty kittypet who could never stand a chance in the untames alleys of the twolegplace. but any cat who might show such a misjudgement pays the price, with his life or something just as dear. the white she-cat as a hidden danger on the streets underneath a sugary and sweet expression. and really, perhaps thats the most dangerous kind of cat to be found. cunning, calculating, ambitious, brave, and sassy, she's certainly a rolemodel of bloodclan without the obvious strength. whoever said power had to be an obvious ally? any cat who thinks such a think has certainly never met a terror like lotus. and unlike many tough-tongued cats, she's got the strength and wit to walk her talk.

History/Past- as far as an clan cat may be concerned, any bloodclan cat has a sad and pitiful history. after all, to be kicked out into the cold streets at a young age and forced to live alone -- it's something the social and comfortable clanners could never understand. lotus was average enough; born by two harsh and weathered parents. the mates had had a surprising two miscarriages resulting in stillborn kits previously, and only on their third litter did they have luck. of three newborns, lotus was the only one to survive past her first five minutes of life. so naturally, the grateful mother and father couldn't help but spoil their single child a little, giving her whatever she pleased and only allowing the best for the growing she-cat. as a side bonus her father had been rather close to the leader of bloodclan, which gave her a little bit of a special treatment in the way of knowledge and training. and so she grew into a selfish and powerful young warrior, easily ready to face the merciless hardships of life in the bowels of the city.

Other- nope.

Theme Song- i suppose parts of "teenagers" by my chemical romance, lol.

Example Of Role-Playing- can be found in first bio.

Code Word- warfare cats

How did you find out about Us- invis told mee. :3

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Name: sequel
Gender: tom
Age: twenty-three moons
Alliance/Clan: bloodclan
Rank: warrior

Image/Picture:


Description: if there's any specific reason of how sequel recieved his name, it certainly had nothing to do with his physique. the tom has very short, dusty brown fur that never seems to glow with a colorful sillhouetted no matter what the lighting. his eyes are a standout amber, full of depth and hue that gives them a surprising amount of shine. beneath the coat is a shockingly thin and scrawny figure; tall and bony, it seems as if his ribs make appearance no matter how much food he manages to digest. although the build does give him a bit of speed, he's never had much traning to promote balance, and any sprt of skill in the area is usually short-lived.

Attitude/Personality: sequel is the kind of cat who, quite frankly, never ceases to surprise you. his life has been unfortunate and hard even for the standard of bloodclan, but he's always pulled through; and it's made him strong. but it isn't a physical strength, it's a mental and emotional sort. one that makes him one of the toughest cats on the street even though he can hardly pack a punch. the dusty-looking brown tom is full of wisdom and has an eternal patience and listening skill that's open to any cat who's willing to open up. sequel is actually quite warm-hearted and caring; but among the cats of bloodclan, he's clever enough to hide the traits and appear a very emotionless and cold-hearted cat. because any sort of sympathy or tender care shown in the alley would be a sort of doom for the character who shows it.

History/Past: from the moment sequel was born, he was cast aside like some piece of rotten carrion. born among a large litter of five, he was the scrawny runt whereas his three brothers and two sisters were obviously strong and self-supporting. so they were raised with pride to one day become fiersome and deadly cats of bloodclan -- and sequel was the maid who labored all day doing the gruntwork and cleaning up after his siblings. but if anything, it made him stronger; mentally capable and strong-willed, prepared to cope with whatever hardships tha might face him when he was cast out to live on the cold harsh streets. and indeed, he was thrown into the world sooner than his brothers and sisters, as his parents felt he was now truly a waste. his childhood behind him, the scrawny udnerdog set out to live life to its fullest and be the best cat he could be, no matter how or where he lived.

Other: nope.

Theme Song: hmm, probably "bones shatter" by hedley. x]

Example Of Roleplaying: can be found in first bio.

Code Word: warfare cats

How did you find out about Us: invis told mee. :3