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[THEKAZUHA_ANEMO]

Spoiler: COWSTAR | LEADER

Name: Cow
Future Names: Cowfright, Cowstar
Gender: Cis-Female
Role: Leader
Age: 31 Moons

Eye Color: Cowfright Has Deep, Dark Blue Eyes
Fur Color: White With Black Splotches, Light Cream Speckles On Tail Tip, Right Paw, And Left Ear Tuft
Fur Length: Thick Around Tail, Face, And Ears, Skinnier Around Torso

Personality: Cowfright carries herself with unwavering confidence, each step deliberate and assured. Her words, sharp yet calculated, can cut through deception or inspire those around her, depending on how she wields them. Snarky in nature, she knows when to temper her sharp tongue, keeping her emotions in check when it matters most. Though she enjoys provoking others into action, she understands boundaries, ensuring her taunts never push too far. Her past as a loner made her value solitude, but within ShellClan, she has grown into a cat who can stand before many, speaking without hesitation.

Though battle excites her, she despises the sight of her clanmates' blood being spilled. The weight of responsibility sits heavy on her shoulders—if she makes a mistake, she believes it is her duty to take the consequences herself. She holds fast to the belief that her actions should protect rather than harm those she fights alongside. Despite her warrior's spirit, Cowfright finds peace in quiet moments, particularly in the beauty of falling snow. It reminds her of her youth, blending into the white landscape, her dark markings standing as stark reminders of her presence.

Her keen senses—sharp ears, piercing vision, and a nose that rarely misses a scent—have been honed through years of survival. She once hunted hawks as a loner, leaping to incredible heights to claim her prey, making her an excellent climber and hunter within ShellClan’s territory. She appreciates the Clan’s adaptability, knowing firsthand the importance of adjusting to one’s surroundings. However, one thing she cannot tolerate is betrayal. The mere scent of disloyalty is enough to bring her true feelings to the surface, her hot-headed mind quick to lash out at any who break her trust.

More than anything, Cowfright fears being deceived. She isn’t paranoid—she simply refuses to be made a fool. Having once fallen for lies, she refuses to do so again. If she ever allowed herself to become too attached, she knows it would change everything about her. When it comes to seeking a mate, she isn’t drawn to just any cat; she searches for someone truly exceptional in her eyes. Not only someone she can trust, but someone who can grow, change, and perhaps, even make her rethink the walls she has so carefully built around her heart.

Strengths: Strong Hinds, Unhindering Confidence, "Reading Cats Is Like Reading A Book", Leadership
Weaknesses: Hot-Headed, Straight Forward/Blunt, Sensitive Ears, Realist, Possible Masochist & Sadist

Biography: Cow was originally born high in the moments, raised by her mother and two older siblings that were tom-cats. Her relatives were mainly black with white spots, while she was the exact opposite in those terms. It nerved Cow, knowing her father that had left when she was a kit, was the one who was mainly white. Because she stole her lost parent's looks, her two brothers looked down on her. They said things like how she'd be weak, unable to take care of herself, just like the missing family member. She could remember how she hid in caves to calm herself.

Her female kin, named Night due to her dark pelt, would sometimes ignore Cow. It was clear how she was going to be treated, and so she decided to ground herself into being someone she wants to be. Searching the sky to get something to eat, all because no one left prey for her, she spotted a hawk amidst the clouds. She readied herself, following it's tail as it soared through heights. Once it noticed her, it circled over head before diving straight for Cow. Instead of being afraid, she was excited and hungry. With adrenaline pumping, Cow's jump was timed.

She would've lost her life if it weren't for the fact the Hawk was already mildly injured (scraped on the wing). But, her claws met ends with feathers, and the Hawk's beak missed her completely. Biting down on the neck, Cow held up her caught prey in triumph. When she brought it back to where her family was located, they all seemed surprise to see what she caught. Most of the time it was thin rabbits...but a whole Hawk? Night and her brothers tried taking bites out of her prey, yet Cow stomped off to eat by herself. She needed those who did wrong to feel ashamed.

A few moons onward, she and her brothers (Lyre & Panther) were out hunting because their mother was...well, they weren't exactly told. The 'favorite kits' were shooed out with purrs, while she was basically kicked. Cow's eyes were fixated on the sky, looking for more Hawks, and Lyre and Panther snorted all the while. "You'll never get them...the last few times were just mistakes on the animals' part." Cow growled at them, padding away at a fast trot. "Then hunt by yourselves!" Her paws wandered away, stomping at the very cliff of a huge cave. If she meowed, her voice echoed there, and it sent chills down her spine. The whole area seemed peaceful, and Cow took her time in having a small nap. While doing so, she was awakened by a noise.

Yowls were heard just outside the cave, and she hopped forward to the exit to see what was happening. Down below, her brothers were being tackled by two huge birds with oddly shiny heads. Eagles. Yet, Cow didn't move. Partially out of fright...but anything else, would determine she didn't want to save Lyre and Panther. As they got bruised and bloodied, she simply watched-frozen in place. Like a statue modeled inside the cave. After a while, she turned her back. One last wail from the outside seemed to have called her name, and she winced. After that, she spent the whole day inside the luminous area.

Cow figured Night wouldn't care if she left, especially when her two sons died. Cow would need to leave, before moonhigh stroke. Her adventure led down the rocky places she grew up in, and after several days of walking with sore pads, she found a thick, lush, and fresh forest growing. Making a home here, Cow settled down to rest. She didn't know normal loner life, since no other cat seemed to be on the mountain before. Yet in her sleep she was ambushed. Blood on her white pelt was marked by claws. She screeched, breathing herself back to life just as she noticed a grey she-cat shoving Cow away.

It was like her mind turned-wired just for this. She had no experience, but she didn't want to fail. Her pelt got more ruined, her limbs slowly shattering, and just before she was about to topple over in the battle, the grey cat did too. Their eyes met, before both of their eye lids shut. Sleep never felt so good ever since. When Cow woke up again, she was nestled inside moss bedding. A ginger tom-cat was grooming himself, outside of the hole she was in. She tensed, but when he gave her the clear knowledge he wasn't going to hurt her, she calmed down. Turns out, Dandelion here was the one who saved his friend's (Shale) and her life. Cow would never want to admit it, but she feels like Dandelion should never have appeared. Then a sweet revenge on Shale would be.

After another full day of healing, she spoke goodbye to Dandelion, as well as a forced goodbye to Shale who came back from hunting every now and then. Eventually, Cow learned how to live like a loner. The first thing to note was that; "No one will protect you, or defend you, out here. There are nasty type of cats that don't care to shed blood. You might just learn to do the same. Every rogue listen to that, manipulated into some pack on their way." Dandelion's words were frightening, yet the meaning...why did he help her then? It was all so confusing for her to comprehend.

Nearing present time, a sudden storm started to blow away the trees enough that the wilted-branches falling, and some catching on fire. Cow was plenty away from the forest-actually deciding hunt on the bare moors that were past the woodlands. Several other cats started to come out to where she was, and soon a huge group formed. In the corner of her eye, she thought she noticed Dandelion too. It had been moons since they talked, or even met, yet what was devastating was that Shale didn't appear once. Cow shuddered. She was guilty, for some reason. Hurting the cat, or any cat she did. It scarred her so badly she hurt others more just to cover it up. She lost her brothers too...and...she left her only left over kin.

In order to keep whoever was left from the forest alive, Cow spoke words she never knew she had in her. A proposal. To travel together as one with strangers, and rebuild something that could promise a future. She cast a despairing glance to Dandelion, in which he gave a nod of approval. Shellclan's fate was still to be determined. The pack went through a hefty hike just to find the lingering scent of sand. A new route to life.

Is Cowfright Willing To Mentor In The Future: She'll Take On Apprentices Even If She's Leader

 

[CHUUYAS_HAT]

Spoiler: DANDELIONPEARL | WARRIOR

Name: Dandelion
Future Name: Dandelionpearl
Gender: Cis-Male
Role: Warrior
Age: 34 Moons

Eye Color: Spring Green
Fur Color: Ginger Fur With Tabby Stripes
Fur Length: Short

Personality: Dandelionpearl carries the weight of experience from his days as a loner, having seen the cruelty of the world firsthand. He never backed down from a fight when rogues challenged him, meeting their aggression with his own unshaken courage. Yet, violence never sat well with him—when he found Shale injured and helpless, his instincts pushed him to help rather than to harm. Death is something he cannot bear to witness if he can prevent it. Killing is out of the question, though he knows that bloodshed is an unfortunate reality of survival. His reluctance to take a life does not make him weak; rather, it strengthens his resolve to defend others without unnecessary violence.

Despite his hardened past, Dandelionpearl is naturally charismatic and easygoing once he grows comfortable around someone. His humor is lighthearted, and he often uses it to lift the spirits of those around him. He is, however, capable of being firm, especially with those he cares about. To him, true protection means teaching others how to stand on their own, rather than shielding them forever. His structure is built for agility, his lean frame giving him an advantage in swift movements and precision. Yet, within him lingers a bitterness—his home, once rich with life, was reduced to ashes. The forest that raised him is gone, leaving him to find belonging elsewhere. Adjusting to ShellClan is a slow process, but he does his best, knowing he can’t remain stuck in the past forever.

Dandelionpearl has a deep appreciation for flowers, a fascination that began long before he joined the clan. It’s the reason he named himself after the golden dandelions that stood out in the wild, their brightness reflecting something in himself. Vibrant petals always caught his eye, contrasting beautifully against his fiery ginger fur. Hunting remains one of his favorite activities, both for the thrill of the chase and the satisfaction of a well-earned meal. Among all prey, chickadees are his favorite—something about their taste just sits right with him. However, he isn’t limited to hunting alone. His skills in climbing are exceptional, allowing him to scale trees with ease, a talent that proves valuable in both scouting and escape.

For all his adaptability, one thing Dandelionpearl could never bring himself to like is water. His short fur makes wading through it less of a struggle than it would be for others, but the feeling of cold dampness clinging to him is unbearable. Still, in situations where it’s necessary, he can push through—he is a surprisingly good swimmer when he has to be. Even so, given the choice, he’ll always keep his paws dry. Practical, protective, and endlessly determined, Dandelionpearl walks the line between past wounds and future hopes, striving to find his place in a world that keeps changing around him.

Strengths: Persuading, Just, Flexible, Good Swimmer, Dedicated
Weaknesses: Overthinking, Multi-Tasking, Insecure, Tendency To Take On Too Much Responsibility

Biography: Dandelion, formerly known as Hashbrown, was an ex-barn kitty that always strayed far from the farm itself. He didn't like being cooped up in one place for too long, it suffocated and worried him-told him he needed to live a free life without restraints. It wasn't until he met a fellow loner being attacked by another cat did he really distinguish himself as a loner too. He saved Shale's life, offering to stay by her side when she needed to be taken cared of. Her injuries proved movement would be limited, and yet, the grey she-cat pushed herself. And so Dandelion decided to follow.

The both of them had technically grew up together, with Hashbrown naming himself as a field of flowers, and watching over Shale's shoulders. His mindset changed, not the normal happy-go-lucky barncat he used to be, but a bit more hardened. Whenever the weather harshened, Shale and him would hang around some burrows to sleep, but when morning sun came, they liked to chat by a pond in the forests. One odd sunrise, Dandelion found himself waking up harshly. The reason was unknown, he just figured something was wrong. Yowls only later pricked his ears, and he made a run for any direction.

Soon Dandelion ran into 2 limp bodies lying on the woodland floors. Within instinct, he leapt at both of them when he noticed one cat was Shale. The other was a stranger, but none-the-less, he took both back to his and Shale's makeshift home and tended to their wounds. The next sunrise, the stranger cat awakened and named herself as Cow. She, too, caught his eye though. She was very similar to Shale, but unreadable, and more grounded like she was new to where she was but wasn't scared. Shale absolutely thought nasty of the white-she-cat, and stuck close behind Dandelion. Dandelion only kept the cat for a few more sunsets, before letting Cow venture on her own. Her injuries had healed, only minimizable scars, and he felt pleased with his half skills.

It was like a hobby, more over, however it wasn't something he liked doing. Healing wounds? No thanks. It churned his stomach in all sorts of ways he hated. Though, it wasn't until a bright sunny day came that his life changed. He thought all was normal currently-just a bit more brighter. he itched himself to hunt, but found a blood trail he wasn't expecting. His ears pinned down as he once again recognized it as Shale's scent. She got into rogue and loner fights all the time, but this...he knew she was in possible deathly danger. His legs nearly sprinted forward as her scent grew thicker.

Then, Dandelion spotted it. Bright orange fur, not exactly the same as his, and a bit more brownish-red o the edges. A hungry fox was looming over a panting Shale. Dandelion's eyes widened, yet when Shale ordered for him to leave...he obeyed the second the fox bit her. Even as he heard her yowl, he dashed away. He didn't need to know this, and he shouldn't have hunted. Maybe then Shale would've returned that night, if he didn't get too curious. However, the grey-she cat ended up never returning to his nests in later moonlight. He sulked heavily, often mourning in holes instead of going out.

A large storm broke out, and for one who hated water, he looked for shelter immediately. Yet all was ruined when he caught sight of flames licking branches overhead. He would need to out run a fire-especially since he was in the hearth of it. With all quick paws, he could've sworn his lungs started to get clogged with smoke, however he pushed on. A vast clearing awaited him, past the forest, where other cats lingered. A white she-cat crowded them over, a cat he remembered as Cow. She seemed determined in traveling for a new home with the group of random cats, and he forever would agree. Losing Shale, he wasn't able to bury her. Dandelion knew if he found a better home, just maybe would Shale be a bit proud.

Is Dandelionpearl Willing To Mentor In The Future: Depends On Who!

 

[Minteafresh]

Spoiler: Corvidmask | Deputy

NAME ` Corvid

FUTURE NAME ` Corvidmask

GENDER ` male

ROLE ` deputy

AGE ` 32 moons

APPEARANCE ` A lean, solid black tom with short fur and sharp green eyes. He has several scars, such as a knicked ear and varying bite marks long since healed.

PERSONALITY ` Corvid is a cat who was born to survive. He strives to live, as any cat would. Unfortunately the card that he's been dealt makes that a hard feat to accomplish; from having to literally fight for his life, to diseases one would expect to be found in an alleyway. However he's a strong willed cat, one who will live, no matter the challenges.

At his core, Corvid was filled with the belief that living was related to taking. He learnt it at a young age when he tussled with his siblings for scraps of food. He learnt it when he took lives of prey to eat, and lives of other cats to live. You must take, unless you want to die. He's developed a solid mental fortitude because of that; and is desensitized to cats dying - whether that be from a disease, or another's paws. It creates a somewhat apathetic attitude towards death; as he was never taught how to mourn and thus can not comfort others nor himself when someone passes. In his eyes, it's just life.

Yet, despite that, he is not devoid of emotions. Corvid can be empathetic to a degree, and understands that loss is different to most cats then it is to his. He would try to comfort a grieving friend, even if his words may not soothe. Life has showed that friends are few and far between, so he's willing to take small steps out of his comfort zone for one - showcasing his loyalty to those who he's kind to other than to get by.

He can be a loyal friend and ally to the right cat, however it can take many moons to build his trust. You don't make it by trusting blindly, and Corvid is aware of how distasteful he can act, so he will always second guess another's kindness - nice gestures always seem to come with a price, and he needs to determine if he's willing to pay before taking it. He's a good ally, with a diverse set of skills built from adapting to any situation. The lengths he would go for a friend depends, but it's never something he takes lightly.

A friend means a confidant for life, and despite his selfish nature, will aid them if necessary. His constantly guarded personality becomes light hearted, teasing and genuine. Someone to relax around, joke with and bond - something that you don't get much of if you're fighting to survive everyday.

However, Corvid does not outwardly show an apathetic, cold hearted cat. When many look at him, they see someone relatively friendly - as that is how he presents himself. He isn't passive per say, but can be calming and easy going at most times. This is because it's much easier to gain anothers trust when they believe that you aren't a threat. His charming nature and honeyed words drop defenses, all while subtle suggestions nudge a cat in the direction of his own personal goal. It's selfish and wrong; he's entirely aware. However, it's life - a necessary part of survival. He's never cruel just to be cruel, and will never use another cat unless he deems it to be something important. He has a skewed moral code that is a mixture of survival of the fitness, yet the knowledge to never take things too far. And yet, with all that he's done, it's uncertain if he's already passed that line.

STRENGTHS ` adaptive, charming, self reliant, resourceful and strategic

WEAKNESSES ` selfish at times, manipulative, doubtful of others, secretive, and somewhat stubborn

BIO ` Corvid was born to a rouge named Rain, along with three other siblings. He was the second oldest of them, and living in a small alley way that was apart of a lesser traveled part of town.

His mother was cold to him and his siblings, giving them the bare minimum needed to survive. They often slept with partially filled bellies, and would fight or quarrel over meals. For Corvid, this was the norm. At around five moons of age, his youngest sister, Pigeon, died due to the cold. However he wasn't entirely close to her, so he lived life as he always had.

Eventually, when he and his other two brothers were eight moons old, his mother sent them on their way, telling them to find their own path in life. So he did. He parted ways from his brothers, and learnt how to take care of himself. It was hard as he had almost no prior fighting nor hunting skills, but to survive, he learnt quickly.

At around eleven moons of age, he came across a small group of alley cats. They were fierce, and reluctantly allowed him to join, needing numbers due to border disputes with other small groups. A torn ear tip marked his acceptance into the group, and so Corvid stayed for many moons. The cats here were cold blooded, disorganized and aggressive - so he became the same to fit in. There were many accidents, deaths and fighting that he partook in because that's what was expected of him. It was his home, and he made friends and enemies in the group alike.

One day, when he was twenty three moons old, animal control swarmed the alley. Some cats were captured, some ran.

Corvid was among those who ran, deciding to leave the life of the city behind him for good. When the storm struck, he had an established turf in the woods - yet narrowly managed to escape with some singed fur.

WILLING TO MENTOR IN FUTURE? ` Yes!

 

[blue tea]

code by opaline

PEONYBLOOM

shellclan queen

basics

current name —

ambrosia (goes by amb)

future name —

peonybloom

age —

26 moons

gender —

male

sex —

female

pronouns —

masculine

role —

loner kittypet queen (expecting; 7-8 weeks)

sexuality —

gay

orientation —

demiromantic

appearance

f2u base by foggyway on pinterest, colored by blue tea​

fur color —

lilac smoke albino chimera

fur length —

long-furred

eye color —

soft pink

scent —

plum blossom, ylang ylang (a sweet, delicate floral honey-like aroma with fruity undertones)

physical ailments —

sensitivity to light (due to albinism)

mental ailments —

anxiety

scars —

from left hip to left shoulder, shredded right ear

accessories —

flowers woven in fur, butterfly wings on right ear, an expensive iridescent pearl collar

descrptive tone —

his tone is honeyed with a silvery tinge, allowing for an orotund pitch—ethereal, yet softly spoken like a soft melody (ambrosia's speech is an old victorian style, often communicating in riddles).

voiceclaim —

deng youxi as xie lian from the donghua, heaven official's blessing

brief description —

a petite silky long-haired lilac smoke albino chimera with soft pink irises

personality

traits —

quiet, open-minded, ruthless, imaginative, overly idealistic, empathetic, compassionate, sensitive, daydreamer, kind, generous, passionate, self-isolating, self-critical, reserved, loyal, meticulous, devoted, reserved, observed, analytic, self-reliant, clever, hardworking, protective, curious, creative, sentimental, helpful, ambivert, self-confident, intellectual, warm, cold, aloof, withdrawn, reactive, steadiness

mbti —

intp

enneagram —

6w5

temperament —

phlegmatic-melancholic

alignment —

neutral good

ambrosia is a whimsical, soft-spoken individual with a compassionate, kind soul. he is a hopeless romantic filled with silly dreams and fairy tale endings. despite his whimsical disposition, ambrosia is a critical thinker who employs logic and offers blunt words of wisdom delivered with a soft, melodic resonance.

he doesn’t seek to take charge or follow others mindlessly, particularly when their morals or ideals don’t align with his. ambrosia is a grounding presence—unwavering in troubling times, providing soothing touches and soft-spoken reassurances. he desires to be a protective, unmovable figure, like an older brother to whom others can look for support and connection. he is a steady flame offering advice to the mundane and the troubled, soft but firm in his words and stance. some may consider him a mother hen—a statement he neither confirms nor denies.

as an observant individual, he notices the smallest details and uses them to his advantage, whether to guide others toward self-care or other arcane methods. he is ruthless, albeit elegantly, when his family and friends are at the devil’s gate. ambrosia tends to latch onto people’s negativity and internalize it, becoming reactive and brash in contrast to his soft, crinkled smiles and warm pink irises. he also possesses a gift for understanding silence, seemingly knowing what to say or do to comfort a grieving heart in turmoil.

despite his warm yet ruthless nature, ambrosia is quite reserved. he enjoys his privacy and secrets, preferring to sit in solitude, sipping a warm cup of tea in the garden, or listening to someone ramble. he can easily manipulate his emotions, maintaining a calm and stable demeanor in stressful times.

element —

water

faction —

abnegation

love language —

physical touch

strengths —

analytical, original, open-minded, curious, honest, logical, abstract thinker, affectionate

weaknesses —

disconnected, overthinking, impatient, self-doubt, insensitive, expressing emotions, revenge-driven

skills —

hunting, agility, flexibility, slow to anger, calm under pressure, grounded, flower crowns, braiding fur

habits —

shaking his head, sighing, tutting, humming, smiling with crinkled eyes, nuzzling

likes —

tragic romance, flower crowns, stargazing, climbing, newleaf, full moons, shooting stars, sunrises, storytelling

dislikes —

bitter foods, illness, unnecessary force/rules, close-mindedness, close-quarter combat, entitled children

fears —

losing stability/support/guidance, feeling unwanted/unloved, losing his children/younger littermate

happiest memory —

his happiest memory is the day he discovered he was pregnant though unaware of what he'll have, ambrosia has taken to calling them his little ones/my loves/my little doves.

fatal flaw —

his fatal flaw is accepting everything bad that has happened and being unable to heal properly. he'll find many things normal while others find horrors and trauma.

background

parents abandoned them soon after nectar was born, forcing them onto the streets of greece. ambrosia grew to steal human food from touring humans, aided by other felines that quickly became family. he became quick and agile, adapting well to street life as a pickpocketing thief.

though his intelligence and observation skills weren’t built overnight, the older brother-younger sister pair were taken in by an elderly she-cat born and raised on the streets of greece. she taught him to observe and adapt with a mind beyond his age.

however, his whimsical soft-spoken nature remained, opting to tell stories in the gleaming light of ancient architecture to the younger kits and ensure they’ve eaten what scraps ambrosia has managed to collect during the day observing upwalkers and their furless kits.

when he isn’t gathering scraps and the unlucky pigeon or dove, ambrosia is seen braiding flowers into fur and bringing his unintentional gaggle of young minds on small adventures to keep them preoccupied, even getting a few treats from the residential upwalkers stepping out of their dens to greet them.

life was difficult, but not harsh to ambrosia. his mind is preoccupied enough with the children, knowing blissfully that they would not grow hungry or cold.

ambrosia learned that not everyone can be trusted, even underneath the belief that they are family. an older tom ambrosia referred to as 'uncle' sold them out to a growing tyrannical colony to settle his debt.

unlike the soft realities life offered with their adoptive grandmother and the gaggle of kits who lovingly referred to him as mama was stripped from him. ambrosia did his best to keep nectar from it all, working hard to keep them safe. he learned quickly that mistakes meant death, and so he bowed his head with a clenched jaw, stealing and harming those who opposed or threatened the colony. in return, they would provide food and protection, though a trick to lure innocent or struggling minds.

ambrosia watched cautiously as mothers starved to death and the elderly worked to death. the colony did not want weakness. it is a slow, painful death if you cannot hunt or provide for the colony. he met beornwulf then, traveling together on the colony’s orders by ferry from the small island the group claimed as theirs. their mission to collect payment from neighboring cat populations for their 'protection'.

unlike fairy tales, it was not love at first sight. ambrosia was cautious, almost bitterly so for having been betrayed by their 'uncle' and forced to obey those who sought to put fear into others. his freedom taken. his sister's life questionable. they spent many days together, working together as if they'd known each other for moons.

beornwulf was unlike them with soothing rumbled words. a scarred body meant to protect not kill unless provoked. it soothed something within the petite male, but distrust still curled harshly at his backside waiting for the other shoe to drop.

they were never far from each other. stubborn as they both were, beornwulf made it clear he would bathe the lands in blood if anyone dared harm nectar and him. becoming close friends — ambrosia slowly began to open up to the massive chocolate-furred male.

with the colony’s influence so deeply interwoven, drunk on rotten power — ambrosia began searching for ways to escape, finding a tourist (an elderly rich woman with no grandchildren who owned a cottage-like home) willing to take them in when beornwulf caught them just as they were about to step onto a large floating monster.

what could have gone wrong didn’t as beornwulf ushered them forward. for a few months, the three became ship cats. they then switched to a private plane for the last stretch when beornwulf confessed his love for the lilac smoke albino tom. ambrosia did not dare voice his frayed emotions, he pressed his forehead against his mate’s in quiet response, curling tighter into his side in their large cat carrier with nectar tucked beside them.

they arrived 3-4 months before the big fire with beornwulf becoming a rogue while ambrosia and nectar remained with their twoleg savor as kittypets. it was like fresh air for the first time. no longer trapped, but free to peer at the stars with soft giggles and booming laughter. it was home.

their twolegs frequently left food and water out for beornwulf with softly padded spaces to rest, often within the catio she had built for ambrosia and nectar upon their first days on the mainland. it allowed beornwulf to visit frequently, nestled beneath the stars while whispers of plans and kits of their own.

ambrosia found his lover 7-8 weeks before the fire caked in blood and lifeless eyes. his heart beat no more. the lithe tom’s grief was overwhelming, murmuring wobbled apologies and licking ichor from dark fur, begging the fates to bring his beloved back for he was pregnant.

his lover’s body now rests beneath a growing tree where he often finds himself nestled, foolish and heartbroken, ambrosia pretends it is beornwulf. and when he isn’t spending time with his late husband, ambrosia is carefully monitoring his youngest sibling and padding further into the wilderness in search of vengeance and companionship when the fire swept through the lands, striking fear into the expecting tom already so close to kittening.

misc.

relationships —

born to two npc parents, a younger sister named nectar, a late husband named beornwulf, an adoptive grandmother + uncle, and a gaggle of adoptive kits

currently expecting three kits —

a cinnamon smoke albino tom named sunlitkit, a lilac silver tabby molly named moonlitkit, and a chocolate smoke molly named dawnkit

playlist —

click here

pinterest —

click here

headcanons —

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 he is most like iroh from avatar: the last airbender, dr. ellie sattler from jurassic park, legolas/aragorn from lord of the rings, violet baudelaire from a series of unfortunate events, luna lovegood from harry potter, shinobu kocho from demon slayer, killua zoldyck from hunter x hunter
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 rose quartz symbolizes love, peace, and self-love (associated with the heart chakra).
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 rose gold symbolizes romance, elegance, and luxury.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 peonies & stargazer lilies symbolize good fortune and hope for his foolish side that dares to dream about hopeless romances and fairytale endings that always end in bittersweet tragedies.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 knowledgeable in the art of the flower language
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 occasionally uses greek words like oikos (home) or adelphē (younger sister)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 believes in starclan and greek gods/goddesses (physical appearances kept ambigious to interpretete however you wish whether as cats or twolegs)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 tends to be more sentimental/nostalgic, especially toward the various knick-knacks and memorabilia he possesses
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 curious about the depths of nature and how we think/behave as individuals/society
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 exquisitely attuned to his thoughts and feelings
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 enjoys people watching and with closest friends, ambrosia tends to ramble about what he’s noticed with several theories
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 honored to listen to others and be of assistance, especially those who confide/trust him
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 despite his well-worn mask, ambrosia internalizes people’s negativity, becoming vulnerable to depressive moods
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 hopeless romantic
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ambrosia tries to remain optimistic, logically, he understands that life is not always seen through rose-colored glasses and happy endings. life is cruel. the strong survive and the weak perish. those who panic are bound to make careless mistakes. lessons well-learned.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 although warm-natured, ambrosia can be perceived as cold/aloof, especially when he has difficulty expressing internal emotions
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 strives for stability and peace of mind
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 if his bottomless mind leads him astray, ambrosia becomes withdrawn and reactive, unable to communicate as his anxieties run wild
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 thinks using logic, opting to use blunt words, but sometimes a situation may require a delicate touch
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 soft/tender around children (extremely protective of kits)
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 it may take him longer than normal to realize someone is flirting or using romantic advances.
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 tries to be a grounded/stable figure in dire times with soft smiles and crinkled hues
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 total mother hen and will manipulate others into doing self-care whether that’s helping them with cleaning, or making sure they’re eating/drinking
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ambrosia remains calm and level-headed during heated arguments since one cannot reason with stupidity
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 his fighting style is elegant, yet lethal using stealth and agility/flexibility to overwhelm his opponents
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ambrosia views shooting stars as a time of rebirth for those within the sky
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 he will tell his kits stories of beornwulf living in the stars as an animated figure, twisting words in epic adventures and butterfly-inducing legends
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 another belief is that their deceased ones become nature itself, whether in the whispering breeze or fireflies dotting the open air
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 if ambrosia had to be another animal, i'd depict him as a gypsy vanner or as a rüppell's fox

 

[Society of Strays]

Name: Amber
Future Name(s): Ambersplash
Gender: Cis-Female
Role: Warrior
Age: 33 Moons

Appearance: Slender tortoiseshell she-cat with a white face, chest and front paws. She has light yellow-green eyes, long whiskers, and a small pink nose.
Fur Length: Her coat is a medium-short length save for her fluffy tail.

Personality: Amber tries to view the world fairly. She's a strong believer in justice, always keeping an eye out for the underdogs, and always ready to defend those that can't defend themselves. She's independent, self-sufficient, and reliable. She works well on her own and sometimes struggles with teamwork. She'd rather do everything herself, or not do anything at all. Due to her difficult past with male relationships, she's mistrusting of toms and prefers her solace or female friendships. Still, she does her past to look past her own biases and strives to be more open-minded, as it is one of her core values. Despite her hesitation towards male cats, she would be open to a relationship with the right one. As a friend and clanmate, however, she is loyal and hard-working, you'll never catch her slacking on her duties. She's regimen, disciplined, and impatient when others don't meet her own standards of routine. If you wrong her, she is extremely unforgiving and she does hold a grudge. She will not hesitate to seek revenge. Due to her hyper independence, she does sometimes struggle to form very close relationships, worried about losing her personal sovereignty. She's very tidy and clean. She hates getting her fur and paws dirty.

Strengths:
- Intelligent
- Independent
- Fair
- Disciplined
- Reliable
- Clean & Tidy

Weaknesses:
- Mistrusting of toms
- Unforgiving
- Holds a grudge
- Impatient
- Claustrophobic

Biography: Amber was born into a home that didn't want her. She was a bastard kitten, her father an unknown street cat who'd lured in her soft and supple housecat mother. Amber never met her father, nor did she want to. He'd abandoned them, after all. She had four siblings, and none of them were wanted by the human that owned their mother. The kittens were dumped in a box once they'd been weaned, out on a country road to fend for themselves. Two of her siblings got hit by cars before one of the ferocious metal monsters stopped, and a new human picked her and her remaining siblings up. Sometimes, Amber wishes she'd been one of the ones that got hit. This person was an amateur breeder, trying to sell kittens under the fraudulent guide of a pedigree. In reality, the majority of their cats were rescues with unknown lineage. They were kept in a crowded space with too many other cats, a filthy environment with no sense of individuality or freedom. The cats, bitter about their situation, often fought, and bullying was popular. Young kittens and those with other weaknesses or disabilities had it worst. Amber and her siblings faced the lashings until they were old enough to fight back. This is where she developed many of her lasting traits - her claustrophobia, her need for space and independence, her cleanliness, her drive for justice. She hated it there, and she hated the monsters that the cats became when forced into such dire conditions. She became a defender for the weak links, becoming the cat she herself had needed when she was young. The toms were particularly brutal and she learned quickly that many of them did not have her best interests in mind. She became wary of love and relationships, viewing any advances suspiciously and finding it hard to believe that anyone would love her in a non-self-serving manner. After all, that was all she knew. Her father had used her mother, and the males she'd encountered later in life had done the same to her. The human that had held the cats in captivity eventually gave up on their attempts at breeding, realizing how fruitless the endeavor was, and released all the cats onto the streets without a second glance. Amber ran as far and as fast as she could. It was now that she learned to truly take care of herself and found peace in her independence. After moons of solitude, she met Cow, who offered her this chance at a new life. Although Amber enjoyed being solitaire, she did crave the strong female friendship that she imagined she could have with Cow, and she enjoyed the idea of living a free-yet-sociable life amongst a group of cats working together. Besides, her core value of equality meant that she did need to learn to trust in toms and allow them back into her life. Feeling ready for this, she accepted the offer.

Is This Cat (You) Willing To Mentor In The Future (Applies to only Deputy and Warriors): Yes​

 

[Minteafresh]

Spoiler: Quickpaw | apprentice

NAME ` Quick

FUTURE NAME ` Quickpaw[bite]

GENDER ` female

ROLE ` apprentice

AGE ` 9 moons

APPEARANCE ` A thin, mostly white she cat with medium length fur. Colors of brown and black also appear on her body, particularly noticeable at her upper body and pointed areas respectively. She has dark green eyes, and several scars.

PERSONALITY ` A young, yet sharp cat - Quick proves that age means little in the face of strength; even if majority of it lies inwards.

Quick is a stubborn spitfire, one who sticks firmly to her morals and ideals with little leeway to be pushed. She can be rather unbearable in that regard, and is not one to compromise. It's her way or the highway, and she doesn't care for one second who doesn't like it. Her spunky, go getter attitude may be admirable, but her refusal to listen and tendency to disregard orders if she doesn't like them is not. Infact, it gets her in trouble more often then not, making that rebellious nature of hers shine through even more.

Much like her name implies, Quick is quick to... everything. Quick to resort to anger, quick to pick up things, quick to jump into something.... thinking and being calm have never exactly been her strong suit, still brimming with a young immaturity due to her age. However whether or not that will change as she gets older is anyone's guess.

Even though she is loud outwards, she still does tend to keep to herself in certain instances. She doesn't like pushy cats, being consoled or being talked down to. Talking about her feelings have been deemed bad, so she's emotionally stunted - which only makes her snappier on a bad day. Bad days which she has alot of, which is understandable considering all that she's gone through in such a short time alive.

However, Quick is a fighter. Physically and mentally. She's learnt quickly that the world is an unfortunate place, yet there is some good despite it all. This belief, and hope of a better future is what carries her stubbornly on.

This belief also affects some of the decisions she makes. Sure she's not the definition of kind, but she does try every now and then. This is especially noticeable with those she comes to value - her loyalty to them shining through and becoming one of her best traits. She'd put her life on the line for a loved one, because they are what makes a better life.

STRENGTHS ` fast, resilient, loyal to close ones, valiant and clever

WEAKNESSES ` short tempered, stubborn, immature, petty and reckless

BIO ` A large sum of Quick's kithood moons have been forgotten, whether from trauma or simply being too young to recall.

Her mother was a loner alike many, and Quick was merely one kit in a litter of three. Most of her time was spent in a dark shed on a sometimes wet cardboard box, getting fed first milk - and then small bits of prey. She grew up sleeping mostly, for there was never a whole lot to eat, and she lacked energy as a result.

However one day, her mother left to go hunt and simply never came back. Quick at the time was only four moons, so she couldn't hunt. However she felt like she had to do something, so off she went. She never managed to find anything more then twoleg scraps from dumpster diving - but the oil-y and sometime spoiled food just made them sick. It made her sick too, but while she got better - her siblings did not. One day they were huddling together for warmth, and the next they were cold against her.

It was a sickening feeling, and one that haunts her greatly - aswell as the scent of death, which forced her to abandon the only home she'd known. Quick was still groggy and unwell, but she managed to avoid groups of cats for a couple of weeks, learning how to beg for edible scraps after watching others do it, and narrowly avoiding several encounters with two legs who wanted to take her home.

Her experiences with most cats thus far had been negative, with them chasing her off from stealing her prey, but she had a chance encounter with an old tom named Runner. He was definitely elder aged, yet still hunting for himself. When she stole from him, he didn't even try to chase her - so she did it once more, dragging a caught bird away before he spoke to her. He said that she was rather quick, and that it was a good trait in a young cat. However, speed would only get her so far.

She was wary of him, but he showed he meant no harm - allowing her prey he caught every now and then, and by the end of the moon she had begun living with him. Runner taught her the basics on how to live and gave her a name when he learnt she had none: Quick.

After she'd begun living with him, she noticed that alot of cats would try and steal, or bully Runner due to his age. Despite not letting it bother him, Quick definitely was - and would begin fighting cats if they tried something. Of course this got her several scars, but the point became clear - and no cat wanted their pads bitten by a fiery near kit just to steal food.

Life for awhile was good, and Quick grew. Until of course, the fire. Despite Runner telling her to, Quick refused to leave his side. She aided him in fleeing the forest, even as the air got uncomfortably hot and smokey.

When Cow proposed the idea of leaving, Quick was initially hesitant to leave the only home she'd only known, though Runner encouraged her. However despite them both setting out to make the trip, Runner didn't make it. Old age paired with inhaling too much smoke was his end, and Quick was the one to see him go - stubbornly digging out a grave alone to bury him.