Name
Napal

Age
61 moons (5 yrs, 1 month)

Gender
Tom

Breed
Cymric

Rank
Forest Keeper

Personality
Napal is extremely stubborn and independent. He'd rather sit away and give orders from afar. He isn't anti-social, he just, prefers to be away from everyone. Which is actually quite simple: he gets hot VERY easily. Being in a rain forest, it is quite humid and hot. He doesn't like to be around a lot of cats because he is afraid he will get overheated. But that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy the company of a few cats. He is actually quite nice and thoughtful once you get close enough to him. He warms up to someone quite easily and loves to make friends. He is highly protective over close friends, and definitely isn't afraid to get his paws bloody.

Appearance
Napal is a rather larger, and extremely fluffy cat. His coat is very dark, almost a black color. But against lighting, his fur is clearly brown. He has a wide face with smaller ears. They look almost disproportional to his head. The darker color on his coat stops at his knees on his front legs, and covers his back paws. The brown runs up his back and over his head to the tip of his nose. Around his eyes, cheeks, muzzle, and front paws are pure white. He has an extremely pink nose, and his eyes are a swampy green color. With all other cats his breed, Napal has a small little nub for a tail.

Brief History
This tom was born as the past Forest Keeper's son. He was the older, and healthiest. He only had one other sibling. However, that sibling was born with a terrible disease. Napal's sibling only lived a couple moons before dying in his sleep. From then on, Napal instantly knew that he was going to be the next Forest Keeper. The Cymric didn't really have a terrible life. He thrived and grew up strong in the care of the tribe. That was, until the jaguars made their first big appearance. One managed to invade the territory. A couple cats went out to try and lead it away. When they returned, Napal's father was not with them. At the age of only 2 years, Napal was named the next Forest Keeper. He has been the Forest Keeper ever since.

Orientation
Homosexual || Homoromantic

Crush/Lover
None at the moment

Theme Song
Get Off My Back - Bryan Adams

Other
washing machine

Name: Solium
Age: 4 years, 1 month
Gender: Female
Breed: Maine Coon
Rank: Keeper's Adviser // Branch Runner
Appearance: Being the largest breed of domestic cats, Solium is a massive she cat. About half of her large appearance comes from her thick fur, which is an impressive length; also a trademark of Maine Coon cats. She is an average-muscled she cat with a stocky build and broadened shoulders, as well as strong hind legs to use for jumping long distances. She is a slow runner due both to her thick legs and all of the fur weighing her down. Solium has a base pelt of white, though over that is a tabby pattern in various hues of silver. Her stripes are dark gray, arguably black, as are the markings on her face. She has a few thing rings on her tail and legs, and her paws all gradually fade to being just white. Solium's whiskers are abnormally long and sensitive. She also has pale yellow eyes and large ears, as well as big paws.
Personality:
Upon first introductions, the first-impression Solium would most likely make on another is being very professional. She says only what is necessary and will not make silly jokes like certain unnamed others. As Solium matured, she did so far too much and rarely does anything that could be considered fun. To others, her life is boring and dull with little action. She is content, however, with where she has gotten herself and is not going to be quick to change her calm lifestyle.

One almost might notice that, while Solium is very mature, she is also a charismatic individual, making warm comments and welcoming phrases to those who are clearly uneasy. Her ability to calm down a worked up cat can almost be considered a skill; her voice has a certain melancholy tone that she uses in such situations. She's a level-headed she cat herself, and so calming down others is typically rather easy. Solium is also a diplomat, preferring to use words to settle arguments rather than her claws. If a problem is unable to be solved peacefully, she will not hesitate to defend what she truly believes in with tooth and claw, and can certainly be a force to be reckoned with.

From a young age, Solium had a passion to learn. That trait continues on today, making her a naturally inquisitive individual. She takes every moment she can to learn something new, whether it be from the elder members of the group or the younger ones. In turn, she is more than eager to share such knowledge with those who don't know, offering as much advice as she can. Truly, Solium is a sort of mother-figure to the younger cats and cares for them each. With no family of her own, the tribe is her family and, being the protective she that she is, she will fight to save them, if only so that she doesn't have to witness another death in her life.

In stressful situations, Solium is able to keep a calm facade and process her thoughts quickly. It is a skill few have, but she developed it after freezing up as her brothers were attacked. Don't be mistaken, she is still very much able to become stressed out and panic, though the chances of her doing so are significantly less likely than others.

Solium is a very self-conscious she cat who constantly worries how others in the tribe view her. In fact, she may be slightly paranoid about this, often getting the feeling that eyes are watching her at all times. This is part of the reason she remains business-like so often.

To summarize, Solium is an easy she cat to get along with and is friendly, though her lifestyles lack a sense of fun and adventure. She has a tendency to worry over small things, though usually has good reason for doing so.
Brief History:
Solium comes from a family of Ground Runners. Her parents were Ground Runners, and probably their parents. It was sort of a proud tradition in the small family; one Solium was expected to live up to.

Solium's parents, Nadya and Cortel, were ecstatic when they discovered they were expecting their first litter of kittens. The following two moons were the slowest either had experienced, and almost constantly they talked about their future kits; what they would look like, what they would be named, how many there would be, what great Ground Runners they would be. And so, when the time finally came for Nadya to kit, both were eager to meet their new additions to the family. With the aid of the Witch-Doctor, Nadya gave birth to a grand litter of four kittens. But something went wrong. Not a single kit lived to see the waking world. The parents were heartbroken, both going into extreme depressions to the point where they remained in their nests all day, often going without food. The loss of their children was catastrophic, and many did not think they would ever pull out of it.

It took twenty moons for the pair to try again. This time they did not speak of their kits. They were fearful of the same thing happening, and so did not get their hopes up. The day Nadya began kitting was tense for the whole group; she couldn't afford to lose another litter. She would surely die from heartbreak.

Luckily, everything went fine and three healthy kits were born. The biggest, a tom, was named Solembum. The middle kit, another tom, was named Solomon. The third, the runt of the litter, was a she cat named Solium. Cortel and Nadya seemed to reanimate that day and focused on giving their children the best lives possible.

Solium was always the smallest of the three. Her brothers teased her and left her out of their antics, but she didn't mind too much. She was more of a loner, anyway. Most of her time was spent observing those around her, learning how to behave properly and picking up on social tactics at a young age. While her brothers were off playing with other kittens, Solium was listening to the stories of the elder cats. She was begging those older than herself to teach her how to hunt. From a young age, Solium had the crave to learn, and she took every opportunity she could to broaden her knowledge. She was very clearly the smartest of the three; something she used against her brothers while they used strength. It was a battle of the brains and brawns.

As the three kittens matured into young adults, they set their sibling quarrels aside and became an inseparable trio. Solium was the unofficial leader of the three, while her brothers would often cater to her wants. They were both protective of their litter sister despite the fact that little to them was not little to other breeds of cats.

Nadya and Cortel still had the hope that their three kits would become great Ground Runners. Solembum and Solomen were both keen to the idea. Solium was not. After some convincing, the two brothers convinced Solium just to go down to the ground to see how invigorating it was. She caved and followed them down. It was a mysterious place full of hidden wonders that amazed her, and for the first time Solium actually considered training to be a Ground Runner. That changed quickly.

While the three were running around and playing, they failed to notice the beast stalking them in the dark. An adolescent jaguar struck, almost instantly taking the life of Solomen. Solembum and Solium tried to flee, but the jaguar grabbed the she cat. Unable to let another of his siblings perish, Solembum attacked the jaguar fiercely. It released Solium but turned on him. Frozen in fear, Solium could only watch as her remaining brother was ripped to shreds, only barely getting away in time to save her own life.

To this day Solium feels responsible for the death of her brothers. Over and over her parents would reassure her. It was just a bad accident. An unfortunate event. She wasn't to blame. Solium would never be a Ground Runner. Not now. She would only go to the forest floor when she absolutely had to, and even then she was nervous and jumpy. Over time Solium returned to her normal self; sociable, charismatic, and charming, though many saw that she was not completely herself. She no longer goes out of her way to instigate conversation and is a very business-like and professional she cat. Perhaps witnessing the deaths of her siblings forced her to mature too far.
Orientation: Heterosexual
Crush/Lover: TBD
Theme Song: Working on it...
Other: washing machine

Name:
Mushka
Age:
37 moons (3 years, 1 month)
Gender:
Female
Breed:
American Curl Munchkin x Japanese Bobtail
Rank:
Witchdoctor // Branch Runner
Personality:
Mushka is a bold little she-cat with a fear of next too nothing. She has no problem standing her ground and will put her paw down firmly with stubborn patients, not afraid too cuff their ears if they don't listen. She has a very strong spirit for one born so small and will stand up for herself if bullied, made fun of, or teased about her height or lack of a tail. She has a big heart and a sharp mind that she knows how too use, remembering most of the herbs, where too collect them, and diseases with their symptoms. Mush has a witty, almost sarcastic, sense of humor and enjoys bantering with other cats. She's a little resigned too the witchdoctor den without branch runners to escort her because of her...problem, and the fact she counts as a tasty treat too bigger predators. But you'll never see that getting her down. If she doesn't like you, she has no problem outright telling you too your face, in the bluntest way possible. Mushka will often talk, joke, or visit with her patients too keep their spirits up no matter her actually views on the other cat. Mushka can be seen watching Ground Runners or Branch Runners with envy every once in a whole though, wishing too have been born like them without any of her own 'defects'. She's not a hundred percent sure how she feels about kits though, maybe someday she'll want a couple...
Appearance:
Several things are immediately noticeable about this she-cat. Her wide curling ears, tiny little fluff bobtail, and her...ahem...her height that is much,much less than average. Her coat is short but double layered and has a good thickness too it, and most of it is solid white besides patches of solid black and tabby orange calico coloring on her ears, the area around her right, amber colored eye, a patch on her neck, and final a few patches on her haunches. Her left eye is a light blue that helps her odd look. She is a munchkin cat, so her legs are shorter than average, but she is quite capable of keeping up with branch runners in speed and stamina but lacks in fighting because of it. Mushka's build is soft and rounded with wide eyes, a rounded frame, and a smaller build than most. She has no scars too speak of as she manages too stay out of trouble very well.
Brief History:
Mushka had a rougher start too life then most because of her differences. Her mother and father had discussed just leaving her out for the jaguars or other predators as it was likely she would just become a burden. But though they were advised against doing it and kept their daughter, she never really fit in with her parents. But among her siblings she was well loved. She adored her natural sized brother and sisters greatly, striving too keep up with them in most of what they did up until they began training too hunt and fight. Hunting small prey was easy for the small cat, but everything else was much tougher. So while they learned fighting, she learned herbs by listening and watching the witchdoctors. She strived for that very role, trying too prove how she wasn't a burden and will do anything too prove that statement too the fullest extent.
Orientation:
Pansexual + Panromantic
Crush/Lover:
No one currently. Open, pm me.
Theme Song:
Cool Kids by Echosmith
Other:
Washing Machines
I hope her form looks okay! Her siblings are open too play if anyone wants too!

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Name:
Malkin
Age:
72 moons (6 years, 2 months)
Gender:
Male
Breed:
Oriental Shorthair
Rank:
Branch Runner // Ground Runner
Personality:
Malkin is not an overly nice, polite, or kind cat. He has his own schedule and keeps to it strictly, make no mistake though; he will use you if he thinks it'll benefit him in anyway. He is cunning, sly, and manipulative in his ways. Helping keep the clan alive in his own way. He is very...cruel, at times. Not too his clanmates of course, but outsiders will face his claws. Malkin can appear as sweet, kind, and charming when he knows that it'll benefit him. He is always keeping an eye on Napal though...waiting for the tom too slip up. He is a savage in a fight, attacking with jeers and savage blows meant too kill; he never goes to incapacitate. Charismatic and charming is all he shows too the clan though, and he would protect every clan member with his life.
Appearance:
Tall, lean, lithe, with a build of sharp angles and muscle. He is long and his long legs end with good sized paws that hide long curved claws. His ears are wide and his nose has a roman look. His pelt is solid black with faint darker tabby marbling, the under coat is longer and gives him a wispy look. His angular, almond shaped eyes are a deep amber that is nearing orange and help with his eerie look. The fur around his neck is shorted from where a collar had been wrapped around it at one point. He is covered in scars if you know where too look, the biggest is one that nearly circles his neck.
Brief History:
He was born a rouge, raised by a single mother on the streets of a city he was taken by humans before escaping, taken in by a 'clan' before running again. He has traveled so very far before finding his way to his current home. He is still iffy about these cats though.
Orientation:
Asexual + Homoromantic
Crush/Lover:
No one yet
Theme Song:
We Are by Hollywood Undead
(Cursing warning)

Name:
Reginald.

Age:
4 years old.

Gender:
Male.

Breed:
Modern Siamese (Chocolate Point).

Rank:
Branch Runner.

Personality:
Compassionate and helpful. Reginald is a cat you can come to for advice or easily trust with your secrets, having both a warm and forthcoming demeanor. He is a loyal, unassuming feline who strives to serve his Tribe well, but like anyone else he has his own issues. Reggie tends to put others before himself and thus often neglects himself in the process. He can also be impulsive and a bit unintentionally overbearing. He will respect personal boundaries, but isn't always aware when he's crossing a line and may need a good telling off every now and then.

Appearance:
Reggie is a light cream colored tom with a lengthy body, triangular head and narrow muzzle. His eyes are almond shaped and a brilliant shade of blue. He has large wide-set ears, long legs and a very short, glossy coat giving him an overall graceful appearance. Reggie’s face, paws, ears and tail are covered in rich chocolate brown points.

Brief History:
A purebred through and through. Reginald was born far from the Tribe, the pride and joy of a middle-aged couple who called London home. His owners were travelers and from the moment he could eat solid food Reginald found himself whisked away to any number of grand locations with his owners. Their trip to the Amazon was no different until he was separated from his housefolk as they took a tour down the Congo. The boat capsized due to a mechanical issue, plunging them all into murky water Reginald was lucky enough to reach shore in one piece. His people weren't so lucky.

The formally pampered cat wandered the rain forest alone for days before being confronted by ground runners. They found his story unbelievable and his tale of furless, two-legged creatures nothing more than nonsense. However, it was clear the frail tom needed help and they took pity on him. He settled in well with the Tribe, learning their ways and eventually becoming skilled enough to officially join them as a branch runner. Though he still misses his owners Reggie has given up trying to discuss them with his Tribemates as they often don't seem interested in hearing about creatures they consider mythical.

Orientation:
Pansexual | Panromantic.

Crush/Lover:
TBA. I'm always open for crushes and what-not, though I prefer things to develop through roleplay.

Theme Song:
Collide - Skillet.

Other:
Left my clothes in the washing machine overnight again! If only I could remember to put them in the dryer...

★☆★☆★☆



Name:
Raven.

Age:
3 years old.

Gender:
Female.

Breed:
Domestic Shorthair.

Rank:
Ground Runner.

Personality:
Throughout her younger years she proved rather rambunctious and hot tempered. Her bold nature and willingness to face danger no matter the consequence to her own well-being quickly earned her a place as a ground runner just like her mother. After her disappearance she returned a more reserved and calmer cat. Skeptical of strangers and hostile as ever toward invaders. She still has that inner fire she was so well known for in her adolescence, it is simply more carefully contained.

Appearance:
A medium sized she-cat with a semi-thick brownish black pelt. She has large, round bright yellow eyes and ears that are in perfect proportion with the size of her head. Her coat has an untamed, ragged look as she rarely spends time grooming it and she's a non-stop shedder. You could make a coat out of all of her loose fur. Her body type is muscular and heavier than the average female without being excessive.

Brief History:
The only kit of a branch runner and a ground runner. It's clear she took more after her fearless mother than her anxious father. Her life was fairly normal up until her twenty fourth moon when she met a non-Tribe cat who cast quite the spell on her. After secretly meeting up together for a few moons he convinced her to leave the Tribe to live with him instead. She made the announcement that she was moving away from Tribe lands with little shame and disappeared for nearly a whole year before returning to the Tribe alone. Clearly things didn't work out, but there is a hint of something darker beneath her falling out with her former mate. She apologized for abandoning the Tribe, claims to have learned from her mistakes and vows to never betray them again.

Orientation:
Bisexual | Biromantic.

Crush/Lover:
TBA. Open as usual.

Theme Song:
Holy - PRVIS.

"True strength is keeping everything together when everyone excpects you to fall apart."
Name: Hazel
Age: Three years, two months old
Gender: Female
Breed: Abyssinian
Rank: Branch Runner
Personality:
Hazel is a very bold she-cat, not one to let her opinion go unheard. She is a hard worker for lack of reason to be lazy. Sometimes Hazel can be seen as rude and painfully blunt to cats she doesn't like. She tries to always be dependable when someone needs something but finds herself distracted by things easily.
Her ambition is one of her more defining characteristics, sometimes leading her into trouble without meaning to. Hazel likes to meet new cats and is fairly social.
Appearance:
A slender, graceful frame that was built for living in the trees. Hazel's lineage is almost entirely Abyssinian, so she has the tan-brown coat that her mother and father had. She has darker points on the underside of her tail, along her back, and her back left paw.
Hazel's eyes are a stormy grey color (Ignore the yellow of the cat of the picture.) and almond-shaped.
Brief History:

Orientation: Bisexual. though prefers females
Crush/Lover: None/None (I would prefer to do this through the RP)
Theme Song: Devil in Disguise by Elvis Presley
Other: I might need to get a new washing machine. Mine just broke yesterday.
Source: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Abyssinian-Cat-Looking-Up-Stock-1-395351916
(Too lazy to make it a link right now)

Credit to Chanan/Petspoint

Name:
Galaren 'Ren'
Age:
3 Years
Gender:
Female
Breed:
Somali Cat
Rank:
Ground Runner/Branch Runner
Personality:
Ren is naturally perceptive and quite observant to her environment most of the time, she notices small things out of habit,meaning she is able to react Accordingly to the situation. And as a result, she has become an exceptional hunter and very good at navigating social interactions. She is very friendly and empathetic. Ren is a sweet and friendly cat, she is very caring and nurturing. She does like things done her way however, and she often doesn't ask for much help from others unless she absolutely needs it.
Appearance:
Ren is a medium-sized Somali. She has a long, lithe, muscular body supported by long, slim, muscular legs and oval feet. She often looks as if she is standing on her tip-toes which sometimes gains her the attention of kits wondering about it. Her head is a wedge shape with rounded curves. She has large ears, large almond-shaped pale green eyes that are encircled by a ring of dark color of orange red and then one of a lighter color of orange red. Her pelt is medium length and very soft, it kinks easily if she doesn't groom. Her coat color is red like a fox with a cream underbelly, darker black tipped fur along her back and along the back of her neck, under her paws and elbows and a black dark tipped tail.
Brief History:
WIP
Orientation:
Bisexual
Crush/Lover:
None
(If interested please Pm me)
Theme Song:
Lost Boy - Ruth B
Other:
My washing machine keeps eating my socks.

Name: Ajax
Age: 2 years, 7 months
Gender: Male
Breed: American Curl
Rank: Branch Runner
Appearance: Ajax looks mostly like a normal cat. The only major difference is how his ears seem to curl back around his head and have large tufts of fur protruding from them. He has a round face and a stocky build, lean but large. He has a long tail, fluffy like that of a squirrel, tapering off gradually at the end. His paws are also tufted. Ajax is a very bright ginger tom with a generic tabby pattering to his pelt. His chin, neck, belly, inside of legs, and underside of tail are all white, though he is dominantly flame-colored. is legs also bear stripes, and his tail has large rings around it the fade away to white on the underside. Ajax has short whiskers and large, amber colored eyes. Overall he has a sort of rugged look to him, and likes to think himself to be a handsome tom.
Personality: The easiest way to describe Ajax's personality is to say that he's a lot of talk... especially about himself. Arrogance is the most notable trait, so much to the point where it's annoying to bystanders. He believes he's a very special cat mostly due to his 'devilishly good looks' and suave disposition. Any time he gets the chance, he'll be showing off to all of the lady cats, certain that he'll leave a good impression. He likes attention and will stop at nothing to get it.

Ajax is an odd cat in the way that he chooses to ignore certain things over and over and simply will not acknowledge them. If someone insults him, he will either reverse it into a compliment, begin to pity the insulter, or just pretend like it never happened. Literally nothing makes Ajax mad, which is perhaps the most frustrating quality about him. He also gets names wrong just about constantly, though no one knows if he does it on purpose or not. Again, if someone corrects the name he will likely choose to ignore them. He also comes off as extremely stupid. Whether or not he actually is... well, no one really knows.

Confidence is something that comes naturally to Ajax, as is his pride. He never makes a mistake in front of anyone, mostly because he will refuse to do something in front of someone that could result in a failure. He acts as if he's invincible and will go rushing into danger at a second's notice, only to let someone else handle the situation.

Ajax does have some good qualities about him, believe it or not. His loyalty is unwavering and there is no doubt that he would fight to protect his family if a true situation ever arose. He also an extremely compassionate and sympathetic tom who can switch off his obnoxious mode and turn into a sensitive and caring friend. Of course, that side of him rarely comes out, and when it does you can be sure it's only when he's around a single cat rather than a large crowd.

Brief History: Ajax's attention-seeking personality likely stems from his childhood. He had only one sibling who was clearly the favorite of the two, thus causing Ajax to be cast to the side and ignored by his parents. He was the smaller of the kits, and nearly died at birth. He was quiet as a kit, but as he grew he became more lonely and sought out the affections of others... just in the wrong way. His parents were never there to reprimand him and teach him how to properly behave, so he just kind of figured life out for himself.

His parents were so distant that, when they died, he did not realize it for three days when he overheard a group talking about how unfortunate it was. He wasn't sad in the least bit and carried on as he normally would.


Orientation: Heterosexual
Crush/Lover: TBD
Theme Song: "I'm Sexy and I Know It" - LMFAO [that's the name of the duo, I'm not just saying lmfao...]
Other: washing machine || May spout out some Shakespearean themed language from time to time || Anyone can play his sibling