Locations and Important Facts

The vast majority of NightClan's turf is composed of dark, murky tunnels that either still act as subway systems or are now abandoned and free to walk. The main campground is a long, square-faced tunnel that eventually opens up into a wide drain with several ledges and perches to avoid getting your paws soaked on the river-like floors. The cats nests are holes in the cement walls, with the nursery being the lowest in the wall but the deepest, and the leader remaining as high up as possible to ensure he has the best view of his cats below.

Though these cats have a few less predators to worry about whilst underground, their threats are a little more deadly. Disease is not uncommon and the majority of kittens do not live past their first week; the only way for the medic to receive life-saving herbal remedies is from help from the outside. Rats are usually tainted, and can grow large and aggressive enough to seriously injure a cat. The occasional raccoon or weasel can find themselves stuck in the storm drain, which ordinarily spells out bad news for a cat if these creatures are hungry enough. The functioning subway lines means there's one hell of a large enemy to avoid too; the train itself.

blood is sittin' in my hands, i'll never be the bigger man..
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R A I N I E R
The General
Age: 3 Years Old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

appearance
Angular and sharp, Rainier has a thick set brow that almost always gives off the illusion of worry, but highly tapered facial features and a very elongated snout. His high-set cheekbones and tall, pointed ears suggest that he may have an oriental bloodline, but his broad shouldered structure and overall musculature make it clear he is far from purebred. He is short-haired, but the fur lengthens along the side of his cheeks and especially on his tail. He is considered a black smoke tabby, his coat an interesting mix of ashen, silver, grey and pure black, with faint striping down each of his limbs and faintly down his tail. His eyes are a vivid, almost intoxicating concoction of sage and lemon yellow. Despite the thick darkness of their territory, Rainier's eyes are almost always to be seen glinting through the shadows.

personality
Young for a leader, Rainier can occasionally seem quite detached and difficult to approach. He's almost always stoney-faced, never angry but never overly thrilled either, making his interactions with his clan few and far between. He has a tendency to go through his Commander when it comes to announcements, and establishes connections with a very small handful of individuals. He's known to be a bit sharp-tongued and especially dry with his humour, and doesn't appear to have much patience. Despite this, it's rare for him to lose his temper in a noticeable manner, and is generally very calm. He is not a very social cat; he has always been fiercely independent. It's his wicked sense of intelligence, and rather odd sense of bravery, that has put himself in the position of a general.

history
Rainier was born above ground in BloodClan, raised by the dark-hearted cats for the first year of his life. They taught him to be merciless and loyal to Scourge without thought, though Rainier couldn't find himself very compelled to play the part. He'd often sneak out on tasks or neglect his duties in general, which likely would've resulted in his death if Scourge wasn't partial to him; he was his half-brother. The two tomcats had established a surprisingly kind relationship with each other when Rainier was young, but that evaporated quite quickly when it became clear that his younger brother did not share his beliefs. Rainier and a handful of other felines established a rebellion against the tyrannical leader, resulting in much death; the majority of it Rainier's own friends and family, something he knows he is at fault for. He fled from BloodClan territory and sought refuge with NightClan, an arrangement that was to be temporary until Rainier could heal and leave. He had no intentions of returning, either, unless it was for the sole purpose of getting rid of his brother. His stay proved to be longer, however, and he found himself enjoying his newfound lifestyle with this much kinder group of cats. It wasn't until Scourge realized his brother was staying with the neighbouring clan that he planned an absolutely brutal attack on the cats, slaughtering their higher-ups and leaving a very small amount of NightClan's original cats left. He forced them down into the sewers, where they have remained ever since, terrified to leave the darkness due to what lurks above them. Rainier lives with his guilt on a day to day basis; the knowledge that his new family, who he now leads, is unaware that he is the cause of their demise.

health status: Healthy
kin: Scourge (half-brother) Unknown

Name

Bane.

Gender

Male.

Age

4 years old.

Sexuality

Pansexual + Demiromantic.

Rank

Frontrunner.

Appearance

A rather odd looking cat to say the least. Some of Bane's most noticeable features are his curved profile, huge bat-like ears, arched back, egg shaped head and curly whiskers. His build is lithe and graceful, but trying to lift this tom would prove him surprisingly heavy. Dense bones and wiry muscle make him much stronger than one might initially expect. He doesn't have fur so much as down, lacking the outer coat most felines are born with. Instead a thin layer of velvety curls fall in waves down his back and sides. The hairs on his face, throat, chest, underbelly, tail, legs and paws are straight and short in comparison, just barely concealing skin. His eyes are large, round and a very pale shade of yellow while the rest of him is smokey black. Faint scarring can be found scattered across his pelt. Purebred Cornish Rex.

Personality

While sometimes rather sharp of tongue Bane appears to be a fairly patient tom. Even when he's insulting some cat or disagreeing with an argument he generally speaks in a calm manner with an even tone. Regardless of his somewhat stoic, gruff personality he is usually willing to see a situation from another cat's point of view and try to find a solution that would appease everyone involved. Resolute and opinionated, he's never afraid to speak his mind. While on the outside he may seem like the model warrior; dutiful, loyal, obedient to his leader's commands; something a bit darker lurks beneath the surface.

History

As with most purebred cats Bane and his sister Iris were born in the home of a breeder. Once an appropriate age they were sold unaltered to a young lady who was interested in entering cat shows. She bred both on the side, to unrelated mates of course, but only Bane ever proved successful in that regard. He was compliant to his owner's wishes, quiet, but mannerly. Things changed after a fire destroyed their den, Bane and Iris escaping through an open window. They became lost in the Twolegplace and never saw their Upwalker again. Life on the streets was harsh on the former kittypets, but both learned to adjust. Bane's even temper and ability to smooth over potentially dangerous situations earned him a name for himself, as he often went out of his way to help others in need. Cats felt safe and cared for in his presence and many stayed with him. This in itself was a mistake as Bane was unaware of Scourge until being confronted by BloodClan warriors. His charges were killed, but Bane put up enough of a fight for the cats to take an interest in him. He was allowed to live with the promise he and his sister would join their ranks and they did so reluctantly. It was shortly after Rainier fled that Bane and Iris decided to follow him.

Kin

Iris • Litter Sister • Alive.

Health Status

Healthy.

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Name

Iris.

Gender

Female.

Age

4 years old.

Sexuality

Heterosexual + Heteroromantic.

Rank

Pathfinder.

Appearance

She's quite similar to her brother in regards to build. Slender and elegant with an egg shaped head, round expressive light yellow eyes, large ears, curly whiskers and a pelt made up of wavy down. She has an orange mackerel tabby base with splotches of blue-black colored fur along the sides, shoulders and back. Her chin, throat, chest, belly, hind paws and tail are all solid white. White fur extends halfway down the front legs before ending in ginger paws. Her nose is a mottled mix of black and pink. Purebred Cornish Rex.

Personality

Iris is perhaps the opposite of her breed's typical temperament. While retaining the Cornish Rex's quick wit and intelligence she tends to leave others feeling a bit cold. Her demeanor is icy and abrasive with a sharp tongue and even sharper claws. She doesn't share her brother's patience and though Iris likes to think herself in complete control of her emotions the reality is she has a rather fiery temper. She has very few friends as a result and even around them proves fairly aloof even if less sarcastic. Iris does surprisingly have a healthy sense of humor so long as a joke isn't at her expense and a soft heart for youngsters. Despite her love for kits she is absolutely terrified of becoming a mother and after her last failed attempt doesn't plan to try again anytime soon.

History

Her early years were spent living in luxury. First in her birth home and then with her more permanent owner. A prize-winning show cat, the only thing she lacked was the ability to produce healthy kits. Either they were always born dead or she failed to get pregnant at all. Eventually her Twoleg stopped trying, and despite her disappointment at never having the chance to be a mother, life moved on. Until the fire. Iris proved more keen on finding her way back home compared to Bane, but eventually she gave up on that hope as well. She followed her brother wherever he went, fearful she'd never be able to make it on her own. She was less than thrilled about being forced into BloodClan, but relented to preserve her own life. She more than happy to follow her brother when he decided to leave.

Kin

Bane • Litter Brother • Alive.

Health Status

Healthy.

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Name
Pidgeon/"Pidge"
Gender
Female
Age
38 moons(3 years, 2 months)
Sexuality
Homosexual + Homoromantic
Rank
Medic(If acceptable; if not, then a pathfinder)
Appearance
A leanly built and awkwardly long-limbed she-cat who appears even thinner than she already is due to her lanky frame. Face is narrow and pointed, with prominant cheek bones and a sharp, thin muzzle protruding from an elongated face, lending her a pointed, judgemental look, or else a wistful one. Bony shoulders and a long neck give her a hunched appearance. Her extremities are slightly longer than average, with tall ears, a long winding tail, and more toe on the ground than the usual cat. Her fur is thin and would be soft if she were able to maintain it in these conditions; it has a white-ish base with drooping patches of fawn brown. Very long, white whiskers protrude forward. Eyes are deep orange and stand out from her otherwise plain form.
Personality
Pidgeon is slightly quick to judge and feels confident enough in her knowledge of the world and how others act that it is hard to change her opinion on someone or something once it's been made. She is no-nonsense and to-the-point in her conversations, and rarely ever makes idle chat, openly disliking gossip- though she is known to listen in on the conversations of others while performing her duties. Incredibly fastidious about her den and the habits of others, but tends to be lax about her own upkeep- her coat is constantly ruffled and dirty. Can be too nosy and intervene in others' lives when she thinks she knows what's best. Would be especially over-bearing on her apprentice, if she were to have one. More than a little nervous when BloodClan or Scourge are mentioned, refuses to speak about it with most.
History
Supposedly a former BloodClan member, the details and credibilty of this claim are dubious at best, but the rumor persists- she certainly won't talk about it to just anyone, and those who would know are hush-hush about it. Known past includes a kittenhood spent with twolegs, though the reason for leaving is not yet known- some speculate it was a thirst for adventure. She met a NightClan member at some point, and made her way into their ranks. (May be fleshed out further in-story, but can be written out here if desired. I would prefer that most of it not be known to the characters in either case, at least not in the beginning. )
Kin
Gale(Nightingale) - Sister - Status Unknown(May or may not introduce her later, haven't decided)
Health Status
Evidently healthy aside from poor cleaning habits and sleeplessness