Wynter x Phoenix Kits

[Ki]

Since three admin have approved, they gave me the oh-kay to post the thread.

Queen's name: Wynter (Spike)
Father's name: Phoenix (Me)
How many kits are in the litter: 6
How many kits will need roleplayers: None, all slots taken
Description of parents:
*copies and pastes from bios*

Wynter- Wynter takes after her mother and grandmother. Her fur is white like snow. As her mother was named Snowy, she took the name Wynter. Well, it wasn't on choice. Anyways, her fur was sleek and pure to the very hair. After running away, she is slowly losing the sheen to it. Her paws are tainted a dusty color after the moons she's been walking. The coat is slightly thicker since her grandmother was a long-haired cat. She heard rumors of her unknown father. His fur was thin which led to her own fur being shorter than others of her family. Being raised as a kittypet for half her life, the elements have taken their toll by turning her fur rough and unkempt.

Wynter's ears are pointed but their larger size looks awkward upon her head. The fur is only longer within her ears. Her tail is plump and short, not uncommon among generations of kittypets. Her nose is a healthy pink though the white fur hides it. The only thing that stands out are her eyes. The gray color seems to be mixed with green like ash colored moss.

Her muzzle is short but narrow towards the jaw. She's not a small cat and takes good care to show that. Her determination is not about to let her fall easily. Though her body may take on the kittypet appearance, her personality is not so.

Phoenix- Phoenix is an average-looking ginger tom. He isn't extremely handsome. Nor, however, can he justly be called 'ugly.' Simply average. He is built like your typical ThunderClan cat. His fur is various shades of ginger and gold. Phoenix's pelt is obviously his best feature. It's sleek, short, and has many graceful dark gold stripes running along it. His eyes, however, are a bit small and are a dull green color. The structure of his face is rather usual and generic. Phoenix doesn't really stand out in anyone's memory that much.

Personality of parents:
*copy and paste again*

Wynter- Wynter does everything to be her mother. She's not afraid of anything it seems, even in a world where she's not meant to be.

To begin with, she's demanding. Wynter wants the best treatment she can get. That's the kittypet blood in her. She's used to being highly pampered but wants that to continue in the wild. At the same time, she's forced herself to learn the ways of hunting and hiding. She can take care of herself, even if she doesn't like to do that so much.

Secondly, she's manipulating. If you are of any use to Wynter, she'll find some way to make you work. Flirting, fighting, begging, faking. She's done it all in some point of her life. She'll do anything for what she wants. Once that's done though, she'll leave you behind as the trash you are in her mind.

Finally, she has a secret or two. She is lonely and would like a companion but her pride prevents it. On the outside she is strong but within she is beginning to feel the need for her kittypet friends. The long, winding fence that she'd travel every day is gone. The cats there to greet her in the morning are gone. All of it was once her life. She yearns to have some familiarity in her life again but won't dare to admit it.

Phoenix- Phoenix used to be very curious, very friendly. But after his mate and the love of his life, Graysong, abandoned him, Phoenix has become very withdrawn. These days he prefers to slip by unnoticed. His generic appearance and markings help him with that. If you do manage to have a conversation with him, Phoenix is usually very quiet. Only when he's angry, or if you catch him on a 'good day', will he talk openly. That's another thing about this tom these days: he has good days and bad days. On those good days he partially forgives his mate for breaking his heart and seeks out other cats to talk with. On his bad days, Phoenix hates her. He claws at any cat he meets and is extremely hostile. And dangerous.

Specific genders: Four she-kits, two toms
Who is roleplaying each of the kits: Plague (Tom, Hedgie); Bone (Tom, Syd); Freeze (Kitty, she-kit); Rat (Yellow, she-kit); Fester (Spore, she-kit); Blood (Night, she-kit)
Anything else you want to add: Ooooh, yeah.

There is a big backstory behind these kits. Their father is a rogue and their mother is a loner, and both hate the Clans. So they decided to have kits to increase their strength. That way they could attack and kill Clan cats more easily. So yes, these kits will be born fighters. Meant to strike fear into the hearts of Clan cats. They will need to remain COMPLETELY LOYAL to their mother and father until they are at least around 12-14 moons. Then you may have them question their way of life, if you wish. They also don't have to be killers are heart and can just be trying to please their mother and father.

Another thing: this is actually two seperate litters. (Yes, it IS possible.) A she-cat can carry two litters of kits at different stages. So Wynter'll have one litter, then in about another half moon she'll have to next.

Spike and I will be approving pictures.

Litter one:
Plague
Freeze
Blood
Rat

Litter two:
Bone
Fester

Other kin
Baderclaw--- Maternal Great Uncle
Smokepaw --- Paternal Halfbrother
Mudpaw --- Paternal Uncle
Doveheart --- Paternal Great-Great Aunt

Here is where Wynter will explain the odd names of her kits.
Naming explanations

[Sydney]

Sydney is here with Booonnee~ And she's posting here so she won't clog up her cat log. XD


Name:
Bone

Age:
---

Gender:
Tom

Mate/Crush:
As if.

Loner because:
He was born into this life.

Kin:
Wynter --- Mother ;;; Spike
Phoenix --- Father ;;; Ki

Plague --- Brother ;;; Hedgie
Freeze --- Sister ;;; Kitty
Blood --- Sister ;;; Night
Rat --- Sister ;;; Yellow
Fester --- Sister ;;; Spore

Smokepaw --- Paternal Halfbrother ;;; Ki
Mudpaw --- Paternal Uncle ;;; Spike
Doveheart --- Paternal Great Great Aunt ;;; Ki
Badgerclaw --- Maternal Great Uncle ;;; Spike

Residence
Rogue Loft

Description:
A handsome fellow, Bone is nearly identical to his mother, Wynter, and older brother, Plague, in every way. From his round face, to his silky white fur, he could be considered their double in nearly every way. But then, if you stare at the three long enough, you will notice differences that will put them apart.

For starters, Bone is much smaller then the other two. Being born nearly two weeks after his siblings did not give Bone any advantages in life and, he and his littermate Fester had to work twice as hard to win any milk. Because of this, Bone was often pushed aside by his older siblings, and not given as much milk as the others, making him scrawny and somewhat malnourished as he grew older.

With such a small body, it's only natural that Bone will be rather, well, bony. His ribs stick out a bit on the handsome tom, not exactly from malnourishment, but more from the fact he's very slender. He can't seem to put enough weight on, not any that sick, anyway and, this makes his already scrawny appearance even scrawnier.

With large, wide ears and, narrowed, amber eyes, Bone tends to stick out in a crowd.

And, with his silky white fur and, killer personality, it's not likely that you'll forget this tom after meeting him.

Not likely at all.

Personality:
Cunning, Manipulative, Sneaky, Sly, Selfish, Taunting, Fights Unfair, Plays with his "prey", Has good charisma and leadership skills, enjoys talking in riddles and talking in a sing-song voice.

At first glance, Bone appears like any other kit, perhaps a bit scrawnier then most but, normal all together. Unfortunately, if you know who created this little tom, you will realize that he can't be normal at all. His smile, which, at first glance seemed charming, seems to twist into a twisted, taunting grin when you finally realize who his parents are and what he was raised for. Bone holds no remorse for what he does and, views himself and his littermate as an evolved form of cats, much superior to all those raised in clans or without his knowledge. He views even his older siblings inferior to himself though, he does acknowledge since they came from the same cats he was born from, they are more superior to other cats.

But not to him.

No, the only one superior to Bone in his eyes is perhaps his mother.

But that's it.

A cunning, manipulative fellow, Bone is as sly and tricky as a fox. it's wise to always be on your toes around him, because the little tom will betray you in the blink of an eye. That, or he'll wait until you're already injured and finish you off then. He doesn't fight fair, he hasn't since he could walk and, as it seems, will never fight fair. He cares truly only for himself and the accomplishments of his family's "missions". Anything that interferes with these accomplishments or the safety of himself are swiftly dealt with by the tom and, if not by him, he'll make sure that someone will deal with them. Bone doesn't accept interferences or failures and, he tends to make this point loud and clear.

A charismatic little squirt, it's no surprise that Wynter is so fond of her youngest son. He's fiercely loyal to his mother and, would obey her every word. He's been fed a twisted sense of justice from the day of his birth, which only makes his already twisted sense of superiority worse. Clan cats are worse then dirt, loners are only slightly better and, his family is at the top of the food chain, with the little white tom leading it himself. Any one who talks or intermingles with Clan cats are viewed as "traitors" or "criminals" in Bone's eyes and criminals, well criminals need to be punished accordingly.

He views himself as the judge and, all those who taste the sting of his claws as the criminals he has been destined to judge. This, perhaps, is why the tom often seems to give his victims a chance to escape or, perhaps it is just because Bone is a naughty little kit who enjoys playing with his "prey".

It's very normal to hear the tom taunt others when he speaks, it's just another way of Bone making himself feel superior.

When the kit speaks, he often has a giddy or taunting tone to his voice, making it hard to tell just what exactly he's feeling. His constant, singsongy voice and odd, nursery rhyme esque speeches just make this especially harder.

Yes, upon first glance, Bone merely seems like a normal, charming kit but, once you realize who his parents are and what he was raised to be, this charming and normal air all but vanishes.

And, in its stead, a cruel air is left.

History:
Once upon a time, there were two cats that hated all the clans in the forest. These two cats were not very much in love but, had a plan. A plan to raise an army to destroy the thing they hated most but, alas they had no volunteers for their army, so they schemed that they would have kits and raise them to be clancat killing machines.

And this, my dear children, is how Bone and his siblings came to be.

The end.

Roleplay example:
Song #1
Song #2


Other:
Adult Picture

[. s p o r e l e t t ♪]

Name:
Fester

Age:
Unborn

Gender:
She-cat

Mate/Crush:
How perfectly horrid...

Loner because:
She was born without a Clan.

Kin:
Wynter -- Mother -- Spike
Phoenix -- Father -- Ki

Plague -- Brother -- Hedgie
Freeze -- Sister -- Kitty
Blood -- Sister -- Night
Rat -- Sister -- Yellowstar
Bone -- Brother -- Sydney

Smokepaw -- Paternal Halfbrother -- Ki
Mudpaw -- Paternal Uncle -- Spike
Doveheart -- Paternal Great Great Aunt -- Ki
Badgerclaw -- Maternal Great Uncle -- Spike

Residence
Rogue Loft

Description:
Fester is not a large or outgoing kit. She is not immediately obvious to many in her presence, even when they are looking directly at her. This is not because of superb stealth or camouflage, but rather it is because of the utter stillness with which she usually holds herself. She is not a sneaky kit, not in the sense of the word. She doesn't move with deliberate quiet, nor does she make an effort to go unnoticed by her peers. She is simply very lethargic, rarely ever moving so much as a whisker unless there is a very good reason. When she does move, it is usually with painstaking, deliberate slowness, as if she simply cannot move any faster than an absolute crawl. She hardly seems to walk at all, rather gliding noiselessly over the forest floor like a snake, or a ghost.

Despite the leisurely pace at which she moves, it is not uncommon for her to sneak up on other cats, most often startling them out of their wits when they finally notice her standing nearby, staring with her usual blank expression. There is nothing warm about Fester's countenance, and nothing cold or angry either. It is simply utterly lacking in emotion, so devoid of any recognizable expression that it hardly seems like the face of a cat at all. This causes some to feel... unsettled, when they look at her, though the reasons aren't quite clear. Possibly it has to do with her flat, long-lidded gaze, those deep, sea green eyes that never seem to blink. When they look at you, it just tends to pierce through the fur and send shivers down your spine.

Small and scrawny, Fester was born half a moon after four of her siblings, and as a result never got quite enough milk during the time that she was nursing. It was hard to compete with four older kits and one other her own age for resources, and she ended up getting left behind for the most part. Her fur is short, yet somehow messy, riddled with dark ginger tabby stripes that are reminiscent of fresh blood. Usually she can be seen lurking behind her brother Bone like an eerie shadow, just sort of hovering in his general vicinity for no reason that anyone can tell. There are rare occasions when she can move quite quickly, reacting with startling speed when the situation calls for it. But most of the time she is just her usual slow... impassive..... disquieting........ self.

Personality:
Fester is not your typical bubbly, hyperactive kit. She is not energetic, she is not troublesome, and she isn't really all that friendly either. Rather, she seems to exist in a state of constant boredom and lethargy, to the extent that one wonders how she musters the energy to wake up in the morning. This likely has a great deal to do with her mother, without whom she would likely never do anything at all. When Wynter gives an order, Fester obeys, albeit slowly. It might be because of the love she feels for her mother, or loyalty to the one who raised her. Or, it might be because she doesn't really care enough to bother to disagree on any point her mother makes. At first she simply obeyed Wynter because she was too young to see any alternative, and then because she didn't feel like chancing a disagreement. Eventually she simply got used to it, and accepted the white she-cat's dominion as another fact of life. It was one she could live with, so she never felt the need to question it.

This is almost certainly true, especially since it's not guaranteed by any means that Fester even feels any love for anyone at all. She spends most of her time around Bone, tending to gravitate towards him whenever he is nearby, but she doesn't make an effort to speak to him any more than to any other cat, and it seems likely that she simply remains by him out of familiarity, and perhaps in order to fill in the personality characteristics which she lacks. Charisma and arrogance are only two of the many strong emotions that she never seems to display, so by being near her littermate, she benefits indirectly from his more outgoing characteristics. It is almost as if she has no emotions to call her own, and merely feeds off of those of other cats... but no, that's too creepy, even for her. Fester has an odd way of speaking, although she says so little it's rare that you'll ever notice. Her voice rasps and whispers, rattling in her chest like she is chronically ill, or perhaps already dying. She also likes do drag out her words, especially favoring fricative consonants (such as s, th, and y), resulting in speech that is every bit as slow and unnerving as her mannerisms.

History:
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Roleplay example:
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Other:
[Adult Picture]
[Song]

[☆ Y e l l o w ☆]

o3o



Name:
Rat

Age:
---

Gender:
She-cat

Mate/Crush:
Probably not xP

Loner because:
She was born as a loner.

Kin:
Wynter --- Mother ;;; Spike
Phoenix --- Father ;;; Ki

Plague --- Brother ;;; Hedgie
Freeze --- Sister ;;; Kitty
Blood --- Sister ;;; Night
Bone --- Brother ;;; Syd
Fester --- Sister ;;; Spore

Smokepaw --- Paternal Halfbrother ;;; Ki
Mudpaw --- Paternal Uncle ;;; Spike
Doveheart --- Paternal Great Great Aunt ;;; Ki
Badgerclaw --- Maternal Great Uncle ;;; Spike

Residence
Rogue Loft

Description:

---

Personality:

Though not as malicious as Bone or scary as Blood, Rat seems to be a fine product of her parents' efforts to raise kits cruel and bloodthirsty. The two cats, in their mission to get back at the Clans for whatever wrongs they have suffered, did an excellent job- in essence, brainwashing their kits into thinking exactly how they want them to think. Rat has grown up being fed hatred for the Clans and believes wholeheartedly in what her parents have taught her. Though she really knows nothing of Clan traditions or how they function, from infancy she already has a clear scorn for the cats she's never seen before.

She is rather cynical and disdainful, with a cold and apathetic air about her that seems to detract from her beauty. She often feels superior and over cats who are not her family. This degree of superiority does not go as far as her brother Bone's, but anyone other than her family, especially Clan cats, are not worth her time. Cold hatred and going out of her way to show dislike of someone are not in her nature, however.

It is quite easy to lose her trust once you've proven yourself not entirely loyal. Once she thinks of you as untrustworthy, it takes very little for her to completely turn her back. Those who are loyal will show it 100% of the time and those who aren't, those who think they have better things to do than to associate with her and her family, can get eaten by foxes. She has no time to worry and hate on those she deems lower than dirt. Instead she'll ignore you completely and go on with her life.

She is quiet and obedient to her parents and close with her siblings. Perhaps her easy cooperation makes her slightly less noticeable that some of her other siblings, so she doesn't get much individual attention. Somewhere deep down this could be a yearning for affection and true love from her parents. But she pushes down any feelings of being unnoticed and simply does what her parents tell her. They would only be disgusted with her if she wished for anything else.

There does seem to be some bit of softness behind her cold exterior, however it is a side that will only come out in specific situations, and a side that she views as a weakness and thus hides it as best as she can. She hates that she is this way, but she is unable to change it so she simply hides it behind indifference. But in truth Rat is unable to kill. She has no problem with catching and killing prey, but when it comes to killing other cats, the purpose she has been born for, she finds herself hesitating. Of course she'll do anything to keep her parents from being disappointed in her, so she'll try whenever they demand it. But when they're not around she is reluctant, and would prefer to have one of her siblings do the killing for her while she stands back and acts as if she refuses to bloody her paws with the dirty work.

History:

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Roleplay example:

Other:
Adult Picture

[Mousy]

Mousy would like Carrion.



Name:
Carrion

Age:
--

Gender:
Tom

Mate/Crush:
No, and he'll never have one.

Loner because:
He was born a loner.

Kin:
Wynter: Mother, Loner -- Spike
Phoenix: Father, Rogue -- Ki

Plague: Brother, Loner -- Hedgie
Bone: Brother, Loner -- Syd
Blood: Sister -- Night
Rat: Sister -- Yellow
Fester: Sister -- Spore

Smokepaw: Paternal Halfbrother -- Ki
Mudpaw: Paternal Uncle -- Spike
Doveheart: Paternal Great Great Aunt -- Ki
Badgerclaw: Maternal Great Uncle -- Spike

Residence: The Rogue loft.

Description:
Give me time...

Personality:
Like I said, he's a dark little guy. Cruel, not in the least bit playful, dark, unjust, and truly a killer at heart. Even if you looked for hours, you wouldn't find an ounce of goodness about this little kit, that's for sure.

History:


Roleplay example:


Other:
Adult picture.

You do NOT want to know what my inspiration was...

He's gonna stay loyal for all of eternity...

Themetune:

[Ki]

Whoops...sorry Mousy...I forgot to mention that Carrion was made just in case any newer members want him. It's hard for them to make cats because we're so overcrowded, so that's why we put in Carrion. Arrrgh. >< Forgot that we promised Kitty a kit in their litter. Spore said no more than six. Sorry!

[hedgie]

Name:
Plague

Age:
---

Gender:
Tom

Mate/Crush:
-planning things-

Loner because:
He was born as a loner.

Kin:
Wynter (Mother, Spike
Phoenix (Father, Ki)

Rat (Sister, Yellow)
Freeze (Sister, Kitty)
Blood (Sister, Night)
Bone (Brother, Syd)
Fester (Sister, Spore)

Smokepaw (Paternal Half-brother, Ki)
Mudpaw (Paternla Uncle, Spike)
Doveheart (Paternal great-aunt, Ki)
Badgerclaw (Maternal Great-uncle, Spike)

Residence
Rogue Loft

Description:

There’s really only one way to describe a cat like Plague. Large, fluffy and white as a freshly fallen snowflake. His coat is fluffed out, kit-soft, so that it looks like he’s just calming down from quite the scare. His head is a pretty average size, not too big and not too small. The ears placed on top of his head are a bit large and kind of pointy, but it’s not a severely noticeable trait. His legs are on the long side, but seem to hold him up just fine, along with small, round paws. His whiskers are long and as snowy as his pelt.

Plague is his mother’s clone, a graceful ball of white, all the same except for their eyes. While Wynter has gray-green eyes, Plague has and will always keep his kit blue eyes. Though many blue eyed white cats turn out deaf, Plague is a very lucky soul. His hearing is perfectly intact. He also greatly resembles his younger brother, Bone, but they vary in size. Plague has a bit of a head start on his sibling. He’s bigger, and appears much healthier than Bone. A sleeker coat, brighter eyes, he has quite a jump start on life for a loner. Not to say he’s as prim, proper and well cared for as a kittypet, there’s no doubt Plague is a sturdy tom. While Bone is scrawny and strange looking, Plague seems to have come out on top, in a way.

Personality:
All around, Plague looks like a pretty average kit, and his personality could be described as such if things were on different terms. The terms being his parents and their thoughts and values. They want little killing machines, and it’s what they’ll get, loyal little ones who will obey and follow. Plague most definitely has loyalty down. He loves his parents and listens to them as much as he can. He’s also very close to most of his siblings. Plague and Bone never will match up. For whatever reason, they just seem to clash. Bone is calculating, cunning, and has never really believed in being fair. Plague’s very different. He veers towards the gentler side of things more often than not. He’s a fighter, but he doesn’t want to be a killer. It’s a feeling that nags at him all the time. Calculating cannot be used to describe him. He doesn’t sit around and scheme or plot. He is his brother’s opposite. Plague talks in a calm, slow manner. He tries to get along with everyone, but it’s hard to do some days. He tries to fight fair when he’s learning how to fight, but he’s not afraid to teach someone a lesson if they hurt him first.

Even with that little catch, Plague will do almost anything for his family. His parents demand something of him; he does it to the best of his ability. Plague is also a smart young tom. He learns quickly, and remembers what he learns. Occasionally, he’ll try and put a spin on something, but it’s not a common habit. He adores his parents, and believes they know what they’re doing. He’s also a very curious and adventurous cat. Plague enjoys having a safe home, but he knows there’s something else out there. He knows of the clans because of Wynter and Phoenix, so he’s always known that another lifestyle exists. As a young kit, he won’t doubt his parents and their motives, their reasons, but once he’s older, questions will start to pop up in his head.

The clans may have supplied his parents with reasons for hate and resentment, but what have they done to him? Shouldn’t he at least have some kind of a personal motive, a reason to kill? So his curiosity will get the better of him, and he’ll start to pull away from his earlier values. As he hits an older age, Plague goes on walks through the territories, creeping closer and closer to the clans. It’s a learning experience with two different reasons. He’s either trying to find a reason to kill. If he’s attacked, he can always tell himself and others it was in self-defense, and it’s also a way to see if Clan life is a better path for him to follow.

That, however, is in the far future.

For right now, he’s all for the family. What they want, he wants. He knows no other way, and kits are ever so impressionable. Their lives are impacted by how they are raised, and what they are told. Just like the rest of his siblings, he’ll follow the plan set out for them. The rest of his siblings see this path as the only way to live, and if Plague hadn’t been born with that natural curiosity and gentleness, he’d be just as ruthless as Bone.

But he’s not.

He’s the last thing his parents expected to receive.

History:

There are two cats hidden within the depths of the Rouge Loft. They share one common thing; a hatred of the clans. Wynter and Phoenix wish for theit destruction, so they decided to come together. They figured they’d need more “forces” to defeat their enemies. What better way to do that than to have kits, little balls of fluff that can be molded into whatever you want?
Thus, Plague and his siblings came about.

Roleplay example: ----

Other:

Theme Song is Say Anything (Else) By Cartel

LYRICS AND SONG HERE!
ADULT PICTURE!!!!

[nightstorm]

Couldn't find a good kitten picture...so this is her adult picture. I'll search for a kitten picture later... >.<

Name:
Blood

Age:
Unborn

Gender:
She-cat

Mate/Crush:
Never! Well…perhaps… *evil grin*

Loner because:
She was born a loner.

Kin:
Wynter: Mother, Loner -- Spike
Phoenix: Father, Rogue -- Ki

Plague: Brother, Loner -- Hedgie
Bone: Brother, Loner -- Syd
Blood: Sister -- Night
Rat: Sister -- Yellow
Fester: Sister -- Spore

Smokepaw: Paternal Halfbrother -- Ki
Mudpaw: Paternal Uncle -- Spike
Doveheart: Paternal Great Great Aunt -- Ki
Badgerclaw: Maternal Great Uncle -- Spike

Residence: The Rogue loft.

Description:
Blood is a tortoiseshell she-cat, with medium length, silky fur. Her eyes are golden amber. Usually, her gaze is hostile, or carefully veiled and expressionless.

Her tapered ears are constantly pricked, and her long tail is usually unnaturally still, save for the occasional twitch. Rarely is her tail held high like a normal kitten’s. No, it is usually held low, as if Blood is always in the middle of hunting. When she is in the midst of battle, or is simply angry and can't control her anger, then her tail is up, like a banner of war.

Her paws are tiny, just like the rest of her, but her claws are in no way dulled. Her teeth and claws are sharp, sharp enough to do whatever it is she needs to do. Her slender body makes it easy for her to fit into tight spaces, a sort of defense mechanism that could possibly be used to wreak havoc on her enemies.

To a certain extent, she could be called pretty, or perhaps even a beauty. But this is one beauty with a beast inside. She knows that she can use this beauty for her own purposes once she has grown older...but for now, she bides her time...

Personality:
Blood is most like Bone in personality, strangely enough. Cold, manipulative, and a daughter Wynter can be proud of. She feels no emotion when she kills, for Blood quickly learned to keep such emotions from distracting her. Whatever empathy she once had has been suppressed…but not lost.

Perhaps, with time, she could once again regain her emotions, but for now, Blood is scary in her ways. Her voice is smooth, and sweet, especially when she wants something, but when upset, it becomes eerily calm, dangerous, and has the effect of the sound of nails scraping down a chalkboard. It sends chills down your spine.

Blood is a proud she-cat, just like Wynter. She will not do anything she feels is beneath her, which is pretty much everything except killing. Blood is a deadly hunter, pouncing with precision, stalking silently. She is an equally deadly fighter, as nothing will stop her from reaching her goal. She is a little overfond of war, for it is exciting for her, and war is one of her favorite pasttimes. Still, she is cautious, and does not start fights, only finishes them. That won't keep her from taunting, or goading others. She is no coward, and hates to back away from a fight. If her mother orders it, Blood would fight to the death. She is lightning fast with her slashing fangs and claws, and is afraid of no living cat.

She has no sense of loyalty, save to her parents, for they are the ones who raised her, after all, and for that she will always be grateful. But if it would benefit her, she would easily turn upon her siblings. She finds it difficult to get close to anyone, and is not likely to let anyone get close to her without losing a few body parts.

She has a cold temper as well. ‘Revenge is a dish best served cold’ would probably be her motto, if she had one. When she is angered, she rarely shows it, her voice being the only thing to give her away with its icy tones. She is a grudge-holder, and will likely only forgive you once she has safely sent you on your way to StarClan, unless you can be of some use to her.

Very little fazes her. Sorrow and pain she knows not. Fear is a vague acquaintance. Love? What is this madness you speak of? It would have to be a very brave (or suicidal) tom that attempts to woo this ice princess…and if she seeks you out as a mate…be afraid. Be very afraid…


History:
Once upon a time, there was a mommy cat named Wynter, and a daddy cat named Phoenix, and they loved each other very much. Yeah right. No, they were opposites, with one thing in common. They hated the Clans, for lack of a stronger word. But there was no way for them to act on this hatred alone, nor with just the two of them. So, one day, they decided to [censored] and make a whole bunch of killer kittens. And that is where Blood’s story begins….


Roleplay example:
Evil kitty #2! Yay!


Other:

[Kitty]

Name: Freeze
Age: ---
Gender: She-kit
Mate/Crush: BAHAHA. As if~
Loner because: She was born into this life.
Kin:
Wynter - Mother (Spike)
Phoenix - Father (Ki)

Plague - Brother (Hedgie)
Blood - Sister (Night)
Rat - Sister (Yellow)
Fester - Sister (Spore)
Bone - Brother (Syd)

Smokepaw - Paternal Halfbrother (Ki)
Mudpaw - Paternal Uncle (Spike)
Doveheart - Paternal Great-Great Aunt (Ki)
Badgerclaw - Maternal Great Uncle (Spike)

Residence: Rogue Loft

Despcription:
Long-haired and soft, Freeze has the appearance of a, well, kit. From her fluffy white fur to her small stature, this she-kit pulls off looking kit-like very easily. Despite her small size, she is still a good bit bigger than her younger brother, Bone. She is thin, although with all that thick fur its rather hard to tell, and lithe, with long legs and a long tail. Her head is rounded and probably always will be, with a perfectly average length muzzle topped with a pink nose. Two almond-shaped pale yellowy-green eyes seem to show no emotion other than their usual perky happiness, although when annoyed that clearly show through her cheery mask.

There is no doubt about it - Freeze really is a pretty little she-kit. Her fur is long and thick and soft. This is both a good and bad thing. It tends to absorb a lot of water on wet and rainy days, but in leafbare it keeps her warm, and for some reason she always seems to stay comfortable in greenleaf, despite all that fur. It is a white in color, though a dark white. In fact, her pelt could almost be considered a very light gray - very very light, mind you. A couple barely-there stripes on her forehead are in the shape of a tabby cat's signature "M". Freeze's fur tends to get messy when she's running around, being active with her siblings and "play-fighting", so she tends to leave it be, giving her an overall unruly look. Really, though, she can't help it. She just doesn't much care for grooming every five heartbeats.

With sharp kit teeth and claws, its already obvious that Freeze will be a good fighter when she's older. Her legs are actually rather muscular, but the muscles are lean and not quite as noticeable as other cats'. Her long legs end in round little paws, which pad nearly soundlessly without her even meaning for them to, making Freeze a great sneaker (a trait she uses to her advantage).

Although seeming to be your perfect average mischevious kit, Freeze is far from it. Oh, no, after you get to know her, you may wish you hadn't been drawn in by her big cheery eyes.

Personality:
At first glance, Freeze appears to be an average kit. She's perky, cheery, curious...but then you look past all the averageness and it gets...creepy. Because you'll notice she's a bit too perky and cheerful, if that's even possible. Her eyes rarely show any other emotion than amusement or happiness, to the point that its just all-around freakish.

Her cheery words seem to carry a darker meaning. She could be telling you to go and launch yourself headfirst off a cliff - completely serious - and her voice won't even stray from its light tone. The very eerie thing about her, though, is that her happiness and bliss seems to increase tenfold when ordered by her father or her mother to "playfight" with her siblings, or to pounce on that unsuspecting little cat over there, or even to go hunt and bring back some prey. The thing is, she just enjoys what she was raised to do much too much: kill.

As already said, she tends to talk in a very light-hearted voice, happiness, cheerfulness, amusement, all those wonderful things taintin her tones, when in reality she could be hating your guts on the inside. The only emotion to break through this carefully created mask is annoyance - no matter what, if you annoy her, you'll recieve the rarely-seen sharp side of her tongue. Freeze's voice is very sing-songy, and tends to turn up on the end of sentences as if she's always asking questions.

A few odd little quirks make Freeze an interesting cat to be around. She really does love to sneak up on other cats, showing her frequently-revealed mischevious side when she does this. Chewing on other cats' ears is her number one way to reveal how she feels about other cats, although she will naw on your ear to show any emotion, from love to hate, playfulness to exhaustion. The harder she chews, the stronger that emotion is. Which one is she really expressing? Who knows. Another thing about her: every cat must have a nickname. In her presence, you will not be known as simply "Plague" or "Phoenix", but "Plaguey" and "Fee-fee". Every cat has a nickname, and that is that.

Rarely appearing sad or downcast, Freeze obeys her father's every command. She is most definitely a daddy's girl - daddy's favorite. Phoenix has her neverending, undying loyalty. Now, her mother, on the other hand...Freeze simply does as her mother instructs because she's too afraid not to. Its very likely that one day, Freeze will turn against her mother altogether, but as of right now, she is a kit who accepts the way things are because there's nothing she can do about them.

Not exactly what you call "trustworthy", Freeze has a very good memory. She holds on to all information and if at any point she needs blackmail, there it is, stored away in her mind. She keeps secrets...until you anger her, and then the whole Rogue Loft knows them. While she doesn't think she's much better than her family, she looks down on all others, seeing them as beyond her attention. This of course is nearly impossible to tell, because she still interacts with other cats in her cheery, seemingly innocent ways. One for grudge-holding, if you think you might one day turn against her, Freeze is not a cat you want to get close to at all if you aren't family (and even then she still holds grudges).

No, Freeze might seem like the average kit to begin with, but make no mistake: Freeze is far from average, for she was born to be what her parents intended from the start: A ruthless Clan cat killer. She will attack any cat her parents order her to without hesitation. If you get close to her, you better watch your back.

History:
There was once two cats, a mommy and a daddy, and they loved each other very much...

That's what's supposed to happen, right? Psh, as if.

More like "There was once two cats, a loner and a rogue, and they both hated the Clans very much..."

"The rogue and the loner came up with the ultimate plot: Have kits together and raise them to be ruthless killers!"

And then Freeze and her siblings came into this world.

The end.

Roleplay example: ---
Other:
Phoenix: Fee-fee
Wynter: Icy queenie, Ice Queen
Plague: Plaguey
Blood: Boo boo
Rat: Mousey
Fester: Snakey-poo
Bone: Bon bon

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Bone

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"Ah, my precious son. You have always stood out to me since the day you were born. Something about you, your pale pelt and resemblance to me, just made me sure about you. So I named you Bone. You must follow the destiny I see in you. You will be known for the bones your enemies give you. Like the leader I see you being, you will reign the lands you take from a pile of bones that you call your throne. In fact, no cat shall walk these lands without finding warriors' bones scattered throughout the meadows, rivers, marshes, and forests. That, my son, is your destiny for you symbolize the skeletons of the dead."

Fester

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"Fester, you remind me a lot of your father in looks. Though you were the last of all the kits I have beared, there was something different about you. I have named you Fester because the very word means 'to rot' and I can see you being a fine worker for our cause. While Bone may sit upon his throne of white skeletons, you will tend to the bodies that rot until the flesh is gone. You will be like a disease growing in their bodies until it eventually causes them to fall to its grasp. Yes, that is right. A disease. No, no, that is not a bad thing, young one. The disease only inflicts the warriors of the clans. No, you shan't hurt our own. But trust me when I say this: you are a powerful ally to us."

Rat

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"Rat, I wondered whether you would be truly a cat we needed around here. I pondered this because I didn't see the complete side of me or your father. But your loyalty is true to what you say and for that I grant you this name: Rat. Maybe it is not appropriate to name a beautiful she-cat such as yourself 'Rat' but those rodents are like our friends. They carry diseases and they can kill many warriors with a single bite. They fight for themselves and themselves only which makes me only more proud to say that you are my daughter. A bite from you shall be the call of death to them."

Plague

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"Now, my sweet Plague, you are the one I want to talk to. You are the first born son and you are also identical to me. But I don't see you completely it seems. You follow our word and you do it well but I see that it will take some time to rouse the spark of danger in you. When that happens, you will fulfill your name well. A plague to rush over the clans and make them drop like flies, one by one. They will taint your pelt red and make you quite the horrifying sight but that will not make you anything less of my son. Bone seems to have shown the leadership but you are my first born. I have the most faith in you. You must infest these clans with fear and plague them with death just as your name states. You are my son and you are a killer."

Blood

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"Blood, Blood, Blood. Shouldn't saying that be completely enough? Whatever force in the world gifted me with you shall forever have my debt to it. You have made me smile because you remind me very much of myself. You are a proud she-cat and that is what I like to see. Phoenix doesn't reside much in your personality and that is what I like. Blood, your pelt is already littered with spots but do not make this color permanent. Oh, no. Make your fur the same color as your name. Blood red. Your foes will shriek with terror for no other cat has ever made its own pelt, especially not of its enemies life essences. A single drop on your forehead will signal to others that you have been tainted by this wonderful liquid. One drop on your tongue will have you addicted for life. Blood, make me proud and color yourself red."

Freeze

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"My beautiful daughter. You are a perfect thing for Phoenix even when I disagree to such relationships. Maybe it will help you learn loyalty very early in life. That is one thing I think you should know above all. Though you act so childish as to give us names, I believe that it hides the true reason I named you Freeze. You may not seem like it but you are a deadly cold that can t.ake a kit or elder's life without even touching their pelt with claws. Oh, no. The freezing air can kiill quickly and very painfully. Slow and deadly. Yes, that is what you are, my dear. You see, you are a silent chill that shall sweep through and kill while they sleep. It is a powerful technique and I am sure that you will learn to master it. Of all my daughters, I am positive you shall be the one they least suspect to slay their kin."

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Alright, so after the site revamping, I'm apparently adopting Blood. I'm planning to keep her current personality, but am altering her appearance. The written appearance section is in progress, but in the meantime, have a picture.