"I can see where you might confuse me with a nightmare. But I can't imagine what you could have done to wind up in hell. Did you commit any murders while I was away?"

Name

Tobi.
(Short for Tobias.)

Age

52 Moons(4 Years, 4 Months).

Gender

Male.

Orientation

Identifies as Bisexual.

Breed

Maine Coon.

Clan

The Rogues.

Rank

Aide.

Appearance

With a rugged looking appearance, Tobi stands a good, tall 16in. from head to toe. His weight is a whopping 22lb, though most of it is gained from his fur and muscular frame. He has thick, soft fur that has many different shades of brown, black, and a creamy look, though he has more of a Mackerel pattern on his head. With a fearsome gaze on his face, he gives off quite the dark vibe, and the moment you look into his deep, yellow orbs, it's as if you've been put through a trance. He has a strong jaw, and with that, come sharp, deadly teeth. Though, I wouldn't call them pearly whites, they have a young looking appeal to them. With tufts on his ears, his tough act is forced even more to give him a more of a feral look.

From his dusty colored nose to his fluffy tail tip, Tobi reaches a good 3ft and 7in. Standing upright and tall, his chest puffs out with a true look of pride and dignity. It also allows him to loom over his friend Frost, also his Superior, with ease and give them a more diverse looking pair of rulers over a Rogue group. Despite this, his cruel appearance is enforced by his dagger like claws, never being cut at all as he never lived as a kittypet, their length is long enough to gouge out an eyeball. Which, of course, is a useful method that he's already put into action before.

As a kit, Tobi grew up a stray, so living the nice, easy life that other's have experienced, was not his style. Scars all across his body show the stories of his past, including the most noticeable one on the side of his stomach. Others are clearly spread all across his body, some spots are even permanently missing tufts of his silky fur.

Personality

Tobi has a very harsh seeming personality to him. At first, to strangers, he comes off as sort of a more strict, uptight cat that doesn't like immaturity and won't tolerate it. This, of course, is usually caused by his awkward demeanor around others. He isn't the best with social skills, but with the rest of his group, he seems to be comfortable and at ease around others like him. It isn't until you've reached a friendship with him that he will begin to open up and show more of his true colors, though this can seem to be tricky at times because of his hard outer shell to keep his reputation. He's very open to having friends and more company, though he doesn't show it, and loves to be around others. Especially kittens. It's always been his dream to have litters of kits that he can drown himself in, and really only shows true affection to younger ones.

Despite his awkwardness and more vicious appeal, Tobias is more of a laid back cat when he's not worried about the Rogues, and he can get along with others in a friendly matter. He has the ability to go from full on serious to a more immature and playful mood, and this, a lot of times, works well with his outcasts. He's fairly caring, though he would rather not help others than to help them, and would most likely be the one who smacked them in the first place. He isn't afraid to throw the first blow, and he's usually the one to end it, as well. He likes to practice battle with his peers, and will often dual apprentices randomly to see where their skill practice is at. And, also, subs who have more of his own strength so the fight can get more intense. He's a very good learner and teacher, and has a smart head that can pass down knowledge to others.

History

When Tobi was a kit, he mainly lived in the streets with his mother for most of his life. Life like this wasn't easy- fighting for his food and a place to sleep peacefully would risk his life every night. Despite this, he had a younger friend of his named Coon that he would bunk out with when his mother went missing, which happened often. She always seemed to come back. But Coon and Tobias were good friends, always fighting for eachother and spent the nights providing the only source of warmth through cuddles. He was his best friend. They would always look after eachother. Especially when one night that Tobi's mother had been gone for weeks, they decided to be better off running away instead of sticking around and waiting for the old, dying mother. All she did was hold them back from living.

Many moons past of non-stop traveling. Everyday they'd venture into a new area, causing fights and stealing, making as much of a mess as they could before splitting the next day. They were like partners in crime. One day, when they finally reached area that lead to no city, they began to get comfortable. They were not far from man, but when they ran into a group of cats who referred to themselves as the "Rogues", Tobias immediately jumped to join them. Coon was not so enthusiastic. He didn't agree with their customs, and how they were treated. He abandoned Tobi one night while they were resting, and though Tobi searched for days, there wasn't any trace of where he'd gone to. He finally gave up and resided with the group of cats. His large body and strength slowly edged him up to the top of the ranks, right below Frost, who he was honored to call his Superior and a good friend. He'll never forget Coon and their adventures, but many years now have past, and Tobi has settled in happily. That is, until two-legs caught up to them at their river side, and were chased out by giant dens where humans slept in, and monsters roaring everywhere. Frost and the others decided on an area that happened to already own a Clan of cats, but their motives were not to be stopped. Nothing would get in Tobias's way of a final happiness.

When they first arrived to the area, Tobi took it upon himself to search around first. The first thing he noticed was an extremely strong smell of cat, and he decided to think that it'd be fun to see if how many there were and if he could mess around with a few.
Of course, this didn't go as planned, and Tobi was unfortunate to run into a cat who was his same size, but he had to admit the male was slightly larger. Immediately, their were few questions that Tobi were asked, but he decided beginning a fight would answer better than any words.
Being the petty cat he was, starting a fight in any situation was more fun that talking it out. But to his surprise, it was the first cat to size up to his exact size and even slightly stronger, but they had a good fight. Tobias got away with a few scratches that would scar up and a nick in his ear. He wasn't sure what he'd done to the other, but all he knew is that they would never forget eachother's faces as the first ones to meet from each side. Tobi made it his goal to meet him once again in battle and this time, to win.

Relationships

Coon[Bestfriend - Loved/Crushing] - Alive [Usa - Loner(Treeclan)]
Wolfclaw[Enemy - Hatred] - Alive[Christicat - Treeclan]

Kin

Mill[Mother - Disliking] - Deceased

Mate/crush

Once Coon returns, when Tobias is able to meet him again, his feeling for him will for sure come back. You could say he was in love with the tom for the entire part of their life together.

Theme Song

To be added.

Other

Finger Guns

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Name

Ray

Age

14 Moons(1 year 2 months)

Gender

Male

Orientation

Heterosexual

Breed

Abyssinian

Clan

The Rogues

Rank


Subordinate

Appearance


With stunning green eyes, Ray's captivating appearance is not very common among the Rogues. From his head to his toe Ray reaches around 16in, and from tail tip to his nose, it's around 20in. Not having a lot of muscular strength, Ray isn't the best for combat and is a lot more skilled in agility. While in a battle, dodging moves and blowing the occasional hit is more of his specialty. With a rusty orange colored pelt and black speckles, while in the forest he can give a rather good camouflage.

Personality

Ray is a very laid back cat, neither very aggressive nor kind. He can be grumpy at times when he's tired or hungry, but other than that, he's mostly just snarky and irritable. He's not the best at making friends, despite his very high social skills. Probably because he can some times come off as sort of a douche, but inside, he's not much better. When he's ticked off, Ray can get extremely aggressive and is not afraid to put up a fight; most likely going to win because he's good at escaping. Having a very low tolerance level, Ray doesn't get along with small kits or talkative cats, though he could be considered one, himself.
For sure he's not a born leader, or a good friend, but other than that he has mostly a snarky trait with slight anger and a short temper with high social skills, and is known to be more of a flirter.

History

Ray was born in a house as a kittypet with 2 others of his litter, along with his mother and father. He was kept as an inside cat, and wasn't ever aloud outside of the den. No matter how many times Ray tried, even when he did get out, a large, plastic wall kept him from getting over before his two-legs would retrieve him, or his mother. His only friends were his siblings. They were all basically twins, especially their personality. Though, he was the only one who longed to touch the outside world instead of being cooped up all the time. The others were afraid to leave from stories their parents had told them, but Ray saw it as an adventure of a lifetime.
There was one day when he was beginning to get bigger and more mature that his "owners" were leaving the den. He'd been planning for the past few months of what he was going to do to escape; he was so desperate. Before they closed the door, Ray slid through the opening, running as fast as he could to maneuver through the mans' legs, and out the opening of the big wall. As he ran, he could hear loud, heavy, fat footsteps behind him of the humans chasing him, but once he darted into the nearby woods, all hope was lost. He didn't stop running until he came to a river that separated his path in half. Here is where he discovered the Rogues, and he took shelter under their wing.
After months of training, he was finally strong enough to be a sub. Ever since that moment was basically the start of their move. They traveled for what seemed months, Ray's paws aching from walking nonstop on such a rugged terrain, until finally, they came across a beautiful landscape. Even when they found out it was already claimed, that didn't stop any of the clan. Ray is willing to do whatever it takes to call this place his home.

Relationships

None.

Kin

Milk[Brother - Doesn't mind] - Missing[OPEN FOR ADOPTION]
Looks almost exactly like Ray but slightly smaller in size.

Daisy[Sister - Doesn't mind] - Missing[OPEN FOR ADOPTION]
Looks almost exactly like Ray and his brother, but is smaller than both of them.

Mate/crush

None has met his eye yet.

Theme Song

To be added.

Other

Pewpewpew

"I'm headed straight for the castle, they wanna make me their queen."

Name
Frost.

Age
35 moons (2 years, 11 months) old.

Gender
Female.

Orientation
Demisexual & Biromantic.

Breed
Domestic Shorthair.

Clan
The Rogues.

Rank
Superior.

Appearance
Frost is a tiny she-cat, so small one might even mistake her for a kitten. Her fur is pure white, unmarked by any other color, kept extraordinarily bright and clean despite her feral lifestyle. Frost certainly makes time in her busy schedule to take care of herself. Her oval shaped eyes are a very pale lavender-blue color, as she is an albino, which might also explain her small stature. Genetics-wise, she is a solid black cat with amber eyes under the albinism.

Her fur is short, but thick with very subtle little tufts of hair at the tips of her ears. Her nose and the insides of her ears are light pink as is her mouth. Long white whiskers extend from the muzzle and her tail is of moderate length. Frost's build is slender, but well muscled from a hard life of training and fighting to survive. Her pelt is littered with a myriad of scars, but overall she's still a rather lovely sight to behold. She bathes quite frequently to keep her coat free of dirt and a pristine white.

Personality
Frost is a focused and driven individual with a penchant for violence. The abuse she suffered from her own kin has left her cynical and jaded, untrusting of her companions even while also recognizing that she needs them. She learned early on in life the only way to survive in the wild was to be ruthless. Mercy is not a word in her vocabulary. While she was always a rather headstrong cat, that tenacity quickly transformed into savagery when discarded on the streets to fend for herself.

Her anger tends to run cold and sometimes one may not even know she is displeased with them until it’s too late. Conflicted by affection for her own cats and her need to always be in control, she rarely openly shows emotions of care or concern, though she has been noted to check in on the progress of injured cat. She is merciless to outsiders and will punish even her own rogues harshly if need be. The only rule she has in regards to disposing of an enemy is that kits and pregnant or nursing queens should never be harmed.

Backstory
Frost was born in the Twolegplace, raised on the streets alongside two siblings. She was treated cruelly by her sisters and mother alike, all of them disgusted by her small size and frailty. When her father discovered she was being mistreated he took her away to live with him, though he was apprehensive about being responsible for a kit. That wasn't a common thing among non-Clan toms after all, but he couldn't bare to see his tiny daughter battered and bloodied by her own kin, fearing she would be killed if left with them.

Her health improved under Stone's care. He taught her how to hunt, self-defense and what she should expect from life as a stray, Upon nearing her fourth moon tragedy struck. A hostile group of rogues chased the father-daughter duo from the alley they called home, and while crossing a Thunderpath as they escaped Stone was struck by a monster and killed. Once again on her own, traumatized and alone, she tracked down her mother and siblings to inform them of Stones demise. Night didn't seem to care and Shadow appeared uninterested in the news, but Pebble was heartbroken.

Knowing she was unwelcome among them, Frost headed out on her own again. Thirsty for revenge against the rogues that had chased her father to his death, she began planning for a way she could get back at them. Her plan was fulfilled when she lured a loose dog into the alley, watching from a nearby roof as the other cats were torn to shreds. It was in that moment she found she had a taste for violence and decided anyone who betrayed her would suffer similar fates. As she grew older she became stronger and before long she had made a name for herself among the other street cats.

She came to another group of rogues, ruled by a scruffy old tom named Calamity. In order to join him she had to prove her worth by claiming a piece of territory for him. Frost used this as a chance to get back at her mother, who had always called a small area of the local park home and guarded it jealousy. Frost fought her mother in a brutal match that left the black she-cat dead and was accepted into the group. She and Calamity grew so close her deemed her his heir, and once he died she took command of the group, eventually moving them out of the city to live in the wilds beside a river.

Her sister Shadow eventually tracked her down, wanting revenge for their mother and suffered a similar fate. Now that the group is once again forced to move Frost is determined to find her cats a permanent home no matter who she has to take it from first.

Kin
Stone [Father - Deceased]
Solid blue tom with amber eyes.

Night [Mother - Deceased]
Pitch black she-cat with green eyes.

Shadow [Litter Sister - Deceased]
Black she-cat with amber eyes.

Pebble [Litter Sister - Alive]
Blue she-cat with green eyes.

Notable Relationships
Her fellow rogues. Her aide Tobi is a close friend and the cat she trusts most.

Crush/Mate
No one yet. I'm always open to stuff developing through roleplay, but one should keep in mind Frost is at her core traumatized by her experiences. If anyone is interested they are going to need to be capable of handling someone who has been abused by others her whole life and is mildly unstable as a result. She doesn't trust easily and will likely need a steady, patient partner who can handle her at both her best and her worst.

Theme Song
Castle - Halsey.

"Oh, all of these minutes passing, sick of feeling used. If you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised."

Other
Finger Guns!

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{Image source is me. This is my cat.}

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Name
Arrow.

Age
24 moons (2 years) old.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Demisexual & Panromantic.

Breed
Domestic Longhair.

Clan
The Rogues.

Rank
Subordinate.

Appearance
A large, stocky semi-longhaired solid blue tom with a thick ruff of fur around his neck. He has almond shaped light golden eyes with a subtle amount of green surrounding the pupils, the left eye having a noticeable film over it that gives it a somewhat faded, cloudy appearance. He has narrow, pointed ears and a somewhat angular muzzle along with defined cheekbones and a dark gray nose. When viewed in profile his muzzle slopes very slightly in the same way an Oriental cat's would, though there is no proof he has the breed in his bloodline. He's a bit pudgy, but gaining more muscle training among the rogues.

Personality
Kindly and considerate. He lacks a filter however and clearly doesn't have much experience with wild cats, running up to complete strangers without even considering they might hurt him. He prefers to see the good in others over the bad and may prove easily manipulated as a result, as it never crosses his mind that any cat would be intentionally malicious. Friendly and outgoing, he's rarely quiet for long and hates being alone. He doesn't quite recognize his own strength and can be overly rough when playing. If cornered he'll fight back, but will avoid resorting to violence if he can. He joined the rogues because he was lonely and has now come to regret it, but refuses to leave his brother's side.

Backstory
Born a stray in a rundown old garage. As he grew older a cloudy film developed over his left eye, severally limiting his eyesight. His brother Coal and sister Dove helped him get around until he adjusted, but tragedy struck his small family for the first time when Dove became fatally ill.

The Upwalkers who worked at the garage caught the siblings and their mother, handing them over to a family member who did their best to help the young cats. Unfortunately nothing could be done for Dove and she never returned from wherever the Twolegs took her. Arrow and Coal grew up side by side in the Twoleg den, nearly inseparable until both reached their 12th moon and Coal grew more independent much to Arrow's disappointment.

A strictly indoor cat, he has a sense of adventure and sneaks out from time to time to explore the neighborhood. He always returned home, but after Coal disappeared he went to look for him, finding the black tom with the rogues.

Kin
Nikita ~ Mother
Fang ~ Father
Coal ~ Litter Brother
Dove ~ Litter Sister
Tigger ~ Maternal Uncle

Notable Relationships
None yet. Open.

Crush/Mate
Will probs have a crush on Magpie bc he's a nerd.

Theme Song
Am I Wrong - Nico & Vinz.

"Am I wrong?
For thinking that we could be something for real?"

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Also based off my cat, but no picture yet.

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Name
Coal.

Age
24 moons (2 years) old.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Bisexual & Biromantic.

Breed
Domestic Shorthair.

Clan
The Rogues.

Rank
Subordinate.

Appearance
A lithe pitch black tom with almond shaped pale yellow-green eyes. His fur is smooth and sleek with a glossy sheen. His lengthy tail gives him an excellent sense of balance while his streamlined body and long legs make him quite the quick sprinter. He has normal sized ears, but like his brother his muzzle tapers out to be slightly longer than the average cat and he has very subtle Oriental influence. They are as different as night and day concerning build, Arrow large and bulky while Coal is slender and narrow, but are definitely from the same litter.

Personality
Coal is the opposite of his brother in many ways, confident and poised. He's fairly laid-back and there isn't much in life that worries him. His temper can switch from pleasant to nasty within a matter of seconds if you mess with his family however. He's very protective of Arrow and his mother especially, though he left her behind. His balance and speed make him an excellent hunter and he's especially good at bringing down birds or squirrels. He has a tendency for running just for the fun of it and seems to equally enjoy a good fight. Unlike Arrow he is clever and a quick thinker, a skilled liar and strategist.

Backstory
Same as Arrow more or less. He left home fairly young in search of his father. He found Fang with the rogues and was delighted to join him. Unfortunately the older tom was killed in a skirmish with another group of rogues, but he remained with the group regardless. Soon after joined by his brother.

Kin
Nikita ~ Mother
Fang ~ Father
Arrow ~ Litter Brother
Dove ~ Litter Sister
Tigger ~ Maternal Uncle

Other Relationships
None yet. Open.

Crush/Mate
None yet.

Theme Song
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"You took it with you when you left. These scars are just a trace. Now it wanders lost and wounded, this heart that I misplaced."

Name
Poptart.

Age
10 moons (10 months) old.

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Pansexual & Demiromantic.

Breed
Maine Coon.

Clan
The Rouges.

Rank
Trainee.

Appearance
Poptart is a large pale cream tom with faint tabby markings along the back and wrapping around the front leg as well as a large M shape on his forehead. His eyes are a brilliant golden color and his nose a darker pink. Poptart's pelt is incredibly thick with an extraordinarily bushy tail and tufted ears. He has a stocky build and is a well-muscled young cat, though admittedly he's a bit pudgy around the belly as he is often guilty of overeating.

Personality
For the most part Poptart is a very calm and laid-back tom. He holds a rather high opinion of himself and can come across as obnoxious as a result. Confident and self-assured, he is under the impression there isn't anything he can't do. This line of thinking is dangerous of course, but as well as being prideful he's also as stubborn as a mule. Changing his mind once it's set on something is not the easiest of tasks.

He has a tendency for vanity, spending hours on end grooming his coat to perfection, though he's not reluctant to get it needlessly dirty, being an avid adventurer who often travels miles from home every day. He is prone to brief moments of melancholy as he misses his mother quite a bit and is concerned about what befell her. The real reason for his tireless adventures is that he's searching for her. Wherever she is he'll find her and bring her home. If any cat tries to stop him they're in for a fight. Despite being a former kittypet Poptart is as tough as any rogue, trained to fight by a few neighborhood strays and now by his new friends.

Backstory
As with most purebred cats Poptart was born in the home of a breeder. Life was fairly normal up until he was around 4 weeks old and his mother Daisy mysteriously disappeared from the home. The Twolegs were frantic and the household cats left in confusion with questions that never were answered. By the time he was 8 weeks Poptart was sold to a new family who bought him to serve simply as a companion animal, his new housefolk's young kit giving him his name.

Moons passed, but Poptart never forgot about his mother. Once his housefolk started letting him wander outside unsupervised he began exploring the neighborhood. Convinced his mother must have been in some kind of trouble, Poptart is determined to discover the reasoning for her unexplained disappearance. When searching the Twolegplace proved fruitless he started broadening his search to the wild lands beyond and came across the rogues only half a moon ago.

Kin
Daisy [Mother][Status Unknown - Missing]
Thick-furred cream mackerel tabby she-cat with golden eyes.

Other Relationships
None yet. Open for friends, rivals, etc.

Crush/Mate
He's quite fond of Stride.

Theme Song
Hymn For The Missing - Red {Nightcore Version}.

"Where are you now?
Are you lost?
Will I find you again?
Are you alone?
Are you afraid?
Are you searching for me?
Why did you go? I had to stay
Now I'm reaching for you.
Will you wait? Will you wait?
Will I see you again?

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Name
Howl.

Age

Gender
Male.

Orientation
Demisexual & Demiromantic.

Breed
Oriental Longhair.

Clan
The Rouges.

Rank
Subordinate.

Appearance

Personality

Backstory

Kin
Magpie ~ Half-Brother

Other Relationships
None yet. Open for friends, rivals, etc.

Crush/Mate
None yet.

Theme Song
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All images are linked to their sources.

- Name
Petra ;; greek name that means "stone"

- Age
20 moons

- Gender
Female

- Orientation
Bisexual / Biromantic

- Breed
Singapura Cat

- Clan
The Rouges

- Rank
Healer

- Appearance
Pic
Petra is a very small cat, weighing only around 2.4 kg (and standing at 8 inches), though she is surprisingly muscular. Her short coat is ivory colored with sepia tones, and she has large pale green eyes and a peach nose. Her round face has a dark gray "M' marking and stripes. Her maw has a permanently pleasant expression; it's rare to see her scowling. Walks with a limp in her front right leg.

- Personality
A life of abuse from her twoleg has left Petra anxious and a bit paranoid, but she is still a gentle she-cat nonetheless. She isn't much for company most of the time, her being soft-spoken and timid, but once you gain her trust she is a supportive companion with a witty sense of humor. Petra is a pacifist at heart, despite living with the rogues. She is honest, but not to the point of being brutal. If she thinks the truth is better left unsaid then she will lie. She's rather useless in handling arguments or conflict in general.

- History
Petra's parents were both kittypets. Her life was comfortable and carefree, everyday as simple as playing and sleeping with her littermates. But she woke up one day, finding herself in a completely different place. Of course, in a twoleg's view, she had just been sold, but Petra was terrified. Suddenly the world was much more complicated. Her twoleg was not kind to her. He rarely fed her, so Petra had to learn how to find her own food, or starve. She sneaked out at night to hunt, never exploring too far into the forest.

When the twoleg found her nightly hunting patrol, he was angry. He hit her until he broke one of her legs, giving her a permanant limp. She managed to escape, but she was lost, injured, and alone in the forest. After some days of wandering, she stumbled upon the rouge's territory. Her leg made it nearly impossible for she to fight the way the rogues did, so she settled on becoming a healer instead. She never liked violence, anyway.

But the rogues were all about violence, as she soon learned. They were locked in a battle with the neighboring TreeClan, creating needless bloodshed. She was afraid of their leader Frost, and didn't dare voice her opinion. But she has always admired TreeClan, how they lived by a code of law. The rogues had nothing of the sort, other than Frost's will. Somewhere, deep in the small cat, Petra had to admit that she wanted to join them. But how? TreeClan would be suspicious of her, and would probably just drive her off. If Frost caught her, she wouldn't be so merciful - Petra was certain she would be killed. To this day, Petra waits for her chance to escape.

- Relationships
General mild fear of all the rogues (except Firefly), with a particular, very strong fear/hate torwards Frost, Tobi and Briar.

- Kin
Princess (mother, wherabouts unknown)
Tramp (father, whereabouts unknown)
Rose, Curtis (littermates, wherabouts unknown)

- Mate/crush
Smokefoot - She hasn't seen much of the TreeClan warrior, but his air of confidence even in this tight situation is admirable to her. She hopes to befriend him, though she doesn't expect the feeling to be mutual.

- Theme Song
Love Like You - Rebecca Sugar

"If I could begin to be
Half of what you think of me
I could do about anything
I could even learn how to love
When I see the way you act
Wondering when I'm coming back
I could do about anything
I could even learn how to love..."

- Other
~ Finger guns ~

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SOURCE: http://www.golfian.com/page/106/?s=cat

"One must place themselves three steps ahead of everything else. Three steps ahead of others, three steps ahead of fate, and most of all, three steps ahead of oneself."

:Name:
Copperkit --> Copperpaw --> [Copperthorn]

~Copper~
Copper for his short red fur

~Thorn~
Thron for his battle prowess and brutality

:Age:
63 moons
(5 years, 3 months)

:Gender:
Tom

:Orientation:
Heterosexual

:Breed:
Abyssinian Cat

:Clan:
Rogue

:Rank:
Subordinate

:Appearance:
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SOURCE: http://www.greengato.com/cat-breeds-101-the-abyssinian/

Copperclaw

9 inches tall (shoulder)
23 inches long (nose to tip of tail)
10 pounds

:Personality:
Copperthorn, as his stern architecture may describe, wields very little patience in his lean figure. A brute by nature, this tom would not be so inclined to waste his precious time in conversation but instead leans toward a hobby of grooming himself, hunting, and fighting. He carries himself highly, like a general before his soldiers, yet can still slink through the shadows with ease. He holds incredible disdain for the cats of Forestclan, having formerly been a member so long ago. Copperthorn's one true passion and skill is the art of combat, an art where his claws and fangs are brushes and blood is his paint.

:History:
Born in a litter of five to two well-respected Clan cats, Copperkit had always been the outlier. While his siblings played, he clung to the nest and simply observed. When he would decide to try and play along, the rough kit would sometimes take it a bit too far, injuring at least one of his brothers or sisters. As he matured and moved on to Apprentice, then to Warrior, Copperthorn felt less and less as a "part" of Treeclan, drifting further and further away from the all-around peaceful ideologies of the cats. He craved blood. Two moons after receiving his warrior name, the tom became a deserter, leaving in the middle of the night one night to find whatever was out there for him. This was when he met the Rogues, falling within the brutal cats' ranks.

:Relationships:
Copperthorn --> Cat

Rustedfeather ~ Mother ~ Disparages
Duststorm ~ Father ~ Dislikes
Leafwhisper ~ Sister ~ All but forgotten
Birchpelt ~ Sister ~ All but forgotten
Tidebreaker ~ Brother ~ All but forgotten
Hollowfang ~ Brother ~ All but forgotten

:Kin:

Rustedfeather ~ Mother
Duststorm ~ Father
Leafwhisper ~ Sister
Birchpelt ~ Sister
Tidebreaker ~ Brother
Hollowfang ~ Brother

:Mate/crush:
None, not actively looking, but open to the idea

:Theme Song:
All That's Known - Jonathan Groff (Spring Awakening)

:Other:
Finger Guns
(Pewpewpew pew)

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SOURCE: http://www.beaconsinn.com/lynx-point-siamese-cats_lynx-point-siamese-lynx-point-siamese_9.html

"Confession is always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence."

:Name:
Fern

:Age:
205 moons
(17 years, 1 months)

:Gender:
Molly

:Orientation:
Heterosexual

:Breed:
Siamese Cat

:Clan:
Rogue

:Rank:
Subordinate

:Appearance:
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SOURCE: http://pictures-of-cats.org/3-legged-cat-picture.html

Pale cream fur

9 inches tall (shoulder)
23 inches long (nose to tip of tail)
10 pounds

:Personality:


:History:


:Relationships:
Fern --> Cat


:Kin:


:Mate/crush:
None

:Theme Song:
Title - Artist

:Other:
Finger Guns
(Pewpewpew pew)

Briar

My favorite part about hunting birds is the screams they make as I rip out their feathers.

Firefly

Let's be friends!

Name
Stride

Age
8 moons

Gender
Male

Orientation
Bisexual + Biromantic

Breed
Bombay mix

Clan
The Rogues

Rank
Trainee

Appearance
Stride is a medium height cat with a slim build. He has a rather exotic facial features with a rather short muzzle with whiskers that curl back towards his face. He has large visually striking golden yellow eyes, and a rather attractive round face. Stride also has long legs - the only thing giving him any height whatsoever - without those long legs he’d certainly be a short cat. As a kit he wasn’t the best looking cat, having been made fun of for his odd appearance at times - that is until he neared four months old and began to grow into his rather exotic look from his equally as exotic looking mother. He has very little lean muscle and is virtually just skin and bones. The only marks he has across his sleek black fur is light scars dusting his paw pads from being cut on pine tree bark.

Personality
Nervous and easily frazzled Stride is certainly not a fighter, in fact at the first signs of aggression he’ll typically turn and run away - if perchance he doesn’t run he will freeze up in a fight and be unable to move. He has no confidence in anything he does and if around another feline will always attempt to please the other. Stride has a soul crushing fear of being rejected and forgotten about due to instances in his kithood, and due to these fear he will have anxiety attacks if in a large group of cats. Despite these drawbacks Stride is a very intelligent tom and can remember everything down to the tiniest detail with nothing but a glance - the same can be applied to his sense of smell and hearing. He has an impeccable memory - although it is not perfect and he may forget a few things here and there.

History
Stride was born in the house of an elderly woman that enjoyed the company of her Bombays. Sadly one day she did not get up from bed and ended up not feeding the cats she owned. Stride’s mother Flower managed to get her three kits out of the house when the elderly ladies family came looking for her. Flower learned quickly to hunt but not to defend herself or her kits. One day Flower didn’t return, and Stride knew it was time to move on, after all Flower couldn't care for them forever. A few days later is when Stride was discovered by the group of rogues beside the old river and joined them despite his personality being vastly different than the battle hungry others.

Relationships
Frost → Stride attempts to avoid her at all costs. She’s scary.
Tobias → Stride also avoids him. 2spoopy4cat.
Pigeon → 2spoopy
Reed → 2spoopy
Copperthorn → 2spoopy
Petra → 2spoopy but less spoopy than the others
Poptart → spoopy but not really

Kin
Nope.

Crush
Totally likes Poptart. Wut.

Theme Song
Safe and Sound by Me vs Gravity

Other
Wanna do a old western showdown? The weapons will be finger guns!

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Name
Tsukki

Age
40 moons

Gender
Female

Orientation
Heterosexual + Biromantic

Breed
Doll faced Persian

Clan
Rogues

Rank
Healer

Appearance
Large, with thick blue chinchilla fur and greenish amber eyes. Tsukki keeps her fur clean and fluffed to the fullest extent - something of a habit from her ex-kittypet days. Large eyes accompany her face, sitting on a rather delicately sloped face. While certainly “pretty”, scars crisscross across her pelt but most are well hidden under her enourmous amount of fur. Like above as the blue chinchilla states her fur darkens across her back to the pretty blue color and faint tabby markings can be seen on her forehead, but the rest of her fur appears to be basically just white.

Personality
Tsukki enjoys to observe, watching over her clanmates much like a predator would and as such has a rather intimate knowledge of her clanmates relationships and the clan's inner working in general. Yet, while she may know of it she isn’t one to speak of her findings - where would the fun be if she couldn’t watch other squirm in discomfort after all? While Tsukki may be more of a watcher, and even be serving more as a healer at this moment that doesn’t mean she likes being cooped up with Petra - in fact she does whatever she has to, to get away from the other she cat. She can be quite snarky and knows how to give a decent tongue lashing.

History
Tsukki was born in a similar way to most of these rogues - born in a twoleg breeder den and sold to a family. Tsukki didn’t have the best time at her twoleg home and was cooped up in a small room due to the family not knowing the children were allergic to cats - and often times they would forget to feed her anyway. Feeling sad for the cat one of the smaller children came into the room and opened a window saying ‘she wanted outside!’ Needless to say, Tsukki never returned back to the twoleg place.

Relationships
Tsukki respects basically all of her clanmates. For the exception of Stride, Petra, Briar and Poptart. Plus the Treeclan cats.

Stride and Poptart are both too annoying for her to even approach.
Petra’s nervousness makes Tsukki annoyed.
And Briar’s entire personality makes Tsukki avoid him.

She believes the Treeclan cats need to learn how to share.

Kin
Nah man. She doesn’t even remember what her mom looks like.

Mate/crush
If you’re on the dislike list good luck.

Theme Song
Fighter by Christina Aguilera

Other
*glances up to Stride’s other section*
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