Post by Jekyll on Jan 9, 2019 12:44:30 GMT -5
So here's the plot for this currently
Two-legs are beginning to leave the mountains, constantly leaving behind their dogs and cats and all other kinds of creatures. The reason for their leaving is unknown, the only thing know by the kittypets, loners, and rouges of two-leg place now is that separated, they will all die. And so they have come together to make a group and protect themselves. One day, a group of cats are out looking for food when they are attacked by dogs and with no knowledge of how to protect themselves, one dies. The others are hiding, the dogs trying to find them when suddenly three cats descend upon them, battling them away and helping the others carry their fallen comrade back to the rest of the group. These three reveal themselves to be travelers that were merely passing through. After hearing of what has happened though, they stay to help the cats find a new way to live.
(Leaders have been chosen along with one medicine cat. This will develop into two-clans and another plt will rise up later on after the clans are fully formed when the two-legs begin to come back and some are torn between going back or staying in the clans)
The three strangers are already claimed.
Territory (Main):
Mountains: The mountains were covered with a rug of trees, green, yellow, scarlet and orange, but their bare tops were scarfed and beribboned with snow. From carved rocky outcrops, waterfalls drifted like skeins of white lawn, and in the fields we could see the amber glint of rivers and the occasional mirror-like flash of a mountain lake... The mountains lay in a great line like the spine of the land. It was as if long ago they were a great beast, only to lie down one day and never get up. Perhaps the beast fell into an enchanted sleep, perhaps its soul was still in there. The range was high to the west and low to the east, curling at the end like a tail. The mountains clustered together like they were cold, and under all that snow I don't doubt they were. I imagined them to shiver under their white coats, the real cause of the avalanches perhaps. Perhaps in that rock they think in the way timeless creatures must, with no regard for time, no concept of what it must be to hurry, be anxious or sad. I'd like to think that deep in the tonnes of granite is a spirit of the earth, slumbering since the time of the dinosaurs or before. At this point I can't tell which of them the road will take me to, it disappears in the forest only fifty meters or so ahead. I only hope that it passes though a valley between two of them rather than having to scale a peak. Indeed, it was a valley that was brought into view, though to the north the mountains towered up again, thick forests spanning the mountain side and continued over the peak only 100 ft up. The seemingly vacant valley was cut in two by that of a thunderpath, a strip of grass in between two larger ones where monsters sped back and forth. On the opposite side fro the forests, a large town of sorts spanned the greenery.
Forests: Upon the forest floor lie trees of yesteryear, fallen in storms long forgotten. The seasons have been harsh, stripping away the bark and outer layers, yet rendering them all the more beautiful. They have the appearance of driftwood, twisting in patterns that remind one of the sun-drown place; even the colour of the moss is kelp-like. They are soft, damp, yet her fingers come away dry. The pines themselves are several houses tall, reaching toward the golden rays of spring. Birdsong comes in lulls and bursts, the silence and the singing working together as well as any improvised melody. The forest is the orchestra of the mind, playing one enchanting symphony after another. Her leaves dance to an unheard beat, whispering their songs to the wind. In here, sheltered by the mighty trees, is every kind of life, from the humble beetle to enchanting birds of every colour. You hold your paws up to feel the cascading light, a brilliant white shaft illuminating the path that takes you onward and home.
Plains: On the plains there were years in which old man winter refused to give up without a fight. Spring would ride in on a gentle breeze, unhindered by any hill. This April air would soothe the embattled flora with its sweet promise of the warmth to come, only to be pushed back by bitter gales and hail. But the spring was patient, always returning in the calm between each storm and each time expanding until it had ebbed out the frigid blasts entirely. Then for some months it rained down both water and soft heat. Some days could still be a blanket of cloud, like the season passed, but mostly they were sporadic and sparse - allowing the brilliant light to strike the fields unhindered. Soon the fields were not brown at all, but swathes of waving green. Always we were in an ocean of white, brown, green or gold, but it was the green one may like best - green stretching way up the mountains in the far north and to the blue of the sky in the south ...the golden plain spread level, golden-tawny grass and golden green wheat checker-boarded in a pattern as wide as the world.
Lake: The small path widened into a multicolored beach with every size of rock - from boulders big enough to sit on, to grains that got stuck between your toes. Beyond was a flat lake, the far shore a thin line in the distance growing into a sheer cliff face. In the black watery mirror was only the constellations, starlight so old and young. Coniferous trees cast shadows across the shoreline, like the soft blanket he hid under as a child, always feeling safer unseen. Looking through the waters of the lake was like peering through perfect glass, unsmudged by the sticky prints of small children. The stones at the bottom were as many hues of brown and grey as there are on a painter's wheel, likely more. The water at the point where you stand had a current, it was where the glacial melt water entered from the mountain peak that stood still white capped behind you.
Two-leg Place: The town was what a village becomes with no city planning and a great enthusiasm for architecture. Every building was different, borrowing this and that from another era. It made the place as glorious as a beloved grandmother's quilt, ever patch unique and as eye catching as the one before. After weaving through the labyrinth of roads, the paths eventually converged and unveiled the piazza. Flocks of pigeons gathered everywhere; their numbers delighted foreigners as they huddled around the birds, and either fed them crumbs of bread, or took photographs. The visitors’ inclination towards the pigeons differed from the locals’; the birds were considered nuisances, and treated as such. A sea of people, of all ages and ethnicities, filled the square. Streets jammed with cars, traffic at a crawl, town parking lot full, Saturday afternoon shoppers, hustle, bustle, market day, streets lined with stalls selling organic produce, fresh meat, local cheeses, baked goods, large iced cinnamon buns, homemade trinkets, pot plants and herbs, stall holders with chalk boards, deal of the day, calling out prices, special offers, rows of shops, flats above, harassed mothers with strollers and toddlers.
Quarry: The canyon path was narrow and uncivilized. Plants grew in every which way, leaving minimal room for the path itself. The dirt road snaked around ancient, withering trees. There was a beauty to it - raw and barren - even with the grainy wind, yet amid the mosquito swarm no joy was felt.
Thunderpath: The thunderpath lay before them like a tarmac ribbon; albeit, one that had been worn over time. A white line ran down the center, relatively unbroken compared to the scarred and potholed concrete. The road was a black velvet ribbon draped over the twilight hills. Desolate country road in a way, potholes, dirt track, lined with hedges, tree lined, loose gravel, narrow, open road, like a black ribbon over the highlands, disappearing into the horizon where earth meets big sky, endless river of black, baked in the August sun, draped over the mountains like orange peel. The highway stretched out like a beast, a thin line of grimy grass through the middle while cars moved to and fro across the stone on either side.
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**Description and personality should be at least two sentences long EACH
Characters Currently: (JAKOD ALEXANDER'S CATS ARE STILL WIP)
Two-legs are beginning to leave the mountains, constantly leaving behind their dogs and cats and all other kinds of creatures. The reason for their leaving is unknown, the only thing know by the kittypets, loners, and rouges of two-leg place now is that separated, they will all die. And so they have come together to make a group and protect themselves. One day, a group of cats are out looking for food when they are attacked by dogs and with no knowledge of how to protect themselves, one dies. The others are hiding, the dogs trying to find them when suddenly three cats descend upon them, battling them away and helping the others carry their fallen comrade back to the rest of the group. These three reveal themselves to be travelers that were merely passing through. After hearing of what has happened though, they stay to help the cats find a new way to live.
(Leaders have been chosen along with one medicine cat. This will develop into two-clans and another plt will rise up later on after the clans are fully formed when the two-legs begin to come back and some are torn between going back or staying in the clans)
The three strangers are already claimed.
Territory (Main):
Mountains: The mountains were covered with a rug of trees, green, yellow, scarlet and orange, but their bare tops were scarfed and beribboned with snow. From carved rocky outcrops, waterfalls drifted like skeins of white lawn, and in the fields we could see the amber glint of rivers and the occasional mirror-like flash of a mountain lake... The mountains lay in a great line like the spine of the land. It was as if long ago they were a great beast, only to lie down one day and never get up. Perhaps the beast fell into an enchanted sleep, perhaps its soul was still in there. The range was high to the west and low to the east, curling at the end like a tail. The mountains clustered together like they were cold, and under all that snow I don't doubt they were. I imagined them to shiver under their white coats, the real cause of the avalanches perhaps. Perhaps in that rock they think in the way timeless creatures must, with no regard for time, no concept of what it must be to hurry, be anxious or sad. I'd like to think that deep in the tonnes of granite is a spirit of the earth, slumbering since the time of the dinosaurs or before. At this point I can't tell which of them the road will take me to, it disappears in the forest only fifty meters or so ahead. I only hope that it passes though a valley between two of them rather than having to scale a peak. Indeed, it was a valley that was brought into view, though to the north the mountains towered up again, thick forests spanning the mountain side and continued over the peak only 100 ft up. The seemingly vacant valley was cut in two by that of a thunderpath, a strip of grass in between two larger ones where monsters sped back and forth. On the opposite side fro the forests, a large town of sorts spanned the greenery.
Forests: Upon the forest floor lie trees of yesteryear, fallen in storms long forgotten. The seasons have been harsh, stripping away the bark and outer layers, yet rendering them all the more beautiful. They have the appearance of driftwood, twisting in patterns that remind one of the sun-drown place; even the colour of the moss is kelp-like. They are soft, damp, yet her fingers come away dry. The pines themselves are several houses tall, reaching toward the golden rays of spring. Birdsong comes in lulls and bursts, the silence and the singing working together as well as any improvised melody. The forest is the orchestra of the mind, playing one enchanting symphony after another. Her leaves dance to an unheard beat, whispering their songs to the wind. In here, sheltered by the mighty trees, is every kind of life, from the humble beetle to enchanting birds of every colour. You hold your paws up to feel the cascading light, a brilliant white shaft illuminating the path that takes you onward and home.
Plains: On the plains there were years in which old man winter refused to give up without a fight. Spring would ride in on a gentle breeze, unhindered by any hill. This April air would soothe the embattled flora with its sweet promise of the warmth to come, only to be pushed back by bitter gales and hail. But the spring was patient, always returning in the calm between each storm and each time expanding until it had ebbed out the frigid blasts entirely. Then for some months it rained down both water and soft heat. Some days could still be a blanket of cloud, like the season passed, but mostly they were sporadic and sparse - allowing the brilliant light to strike the fields unhindered. Soon the fields were not brown at all, but swathes of waving green. Always we were in an ocean of white, brown, green or gold, but it was the green one may like best - green stretching way up the mountains in the far north and to the blue of the sky in the south ...the golden plain spread level, golden-tawny grass and golden green wheat checker-boarded in a pattern as wide as the world.
Lake: The small path widened into a multicolored beach with every size of rock - from boulders big enough to sit on, to grains that got stuck between your toes. Beyond was a flat lake, the far shore a thin line in the distance growing into a sheer cliff face. In the black watery mirror was only the constellations, starlight so old and young. Coniferous trees cast shadows across the shoreline, like the soft blanket he hid under as a child, always feeling safer unseen. Looking through the waters of the lake was like peering through perfect glass, unsmudged by the sticky prints of small children. The stones at the bottom were as many hues of brown and grey as there are on a painter's wheel, likely more. The water at the point where you stand had a current, it was where the glacial melt water entered from the mountain peak that stood still white capped behind you.
Two-leg Place: The town was what a village becomes with no city planning and a great enthusiasm for architecture. Every building was different, borrowing this and that from another era. It made the place as glorious as a beloved grandmother's quilt, ever patch unique and as eye catching as the one before. After weaving through the labyrinth of roads, the paths eventually converged and unveiled the piazza. Flocks of pigeons gathered everywhere; their numbers delighted foreigners as they huddled around the birds, and either fed them crumbs of bread, or took photographs. The visitors’ inclination towards the pigeons differed from the locals’; the birds were considered nuisances, and treated as such. A sea of people, of all ages and ethnicities, filled the square. Streets jammed with cars, traffic at a crawl, town parking lot full, Saturday afternoon shoppers, hustle, bustle, market day, streets lined with stalls selling organic produce, fresh meat, local cheeses, baked goods, large iced cinnamon buns, homemade trinkets, pot plants and herbs, stall holders with chalk boards, deal of the day, calling out prices, special offers, rows of shops, flats above, harassed mothers with strollers and toddlers.
Quarry: The canyon path was narrow and uncivilized. Plants grew in every which way, leaving minimal room for the path itself. The dirt road snaked around ancient, withering trees. There was a beauty to it - raw and barren - even with the grainy wind, yet amid the mosquito swarm no joy was felt.
Thunderpath: The thunderpath lay before them like a tarmac ribbon; albeit, one that had been worn over time. A white line ran down the center, relatively unbroken compared to the scarred and potholed concrete. The road was a black velvet ribbon draped over the twilight hills. Desolate country road in a way, potholes, dirt track, lined with hedges, tree lined, loose gravel, narrow, open road, like a black ribbon over the highlands, disappearing into the horizon where earth meets big sky, endless river of black, baked in the August sun, draped over the mountains like orange peel. The highway stretched out like a beast, a thin line of grimy grass through the middle while cars moved to and fro across the stone on either side.
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Rules:
- General - Please follow forum rules! This is one that you should already follow, but one that will still be stated. Please be respectful of others-- do not troll, flame, or harass others or else you will be reported and kicked out of this roleplay. Forum rules are (link)here if you haven't read them already!
- Character killing - Trying to control others characters without their permission is very disrespectful and will not be tolerated, and this will include killing their character(s) without the roleplayer's consent. If this happens to occur, you'll either be warned of deleted from this roleplay.
If you'll be away for a while and wish for another person to roleplay your character(s) for the time being, that's acceptable with our/my permission.
- Literacy - To put this into further depth, write at least three lines per post. This is a semi-formal roleplay, therefore, your post should not be so simple as a "Fluffypaw followed her mentor out of camp." Your post should around as long as the person you are roleplaying with!
Keep your posts grammatical too, and we/I understand that while it's not completely possible to make every post perfect, your posts should be readable with basic aspects such as capitalization, spelling, and punctuation. Any side conversations should be kept in parenthesis, brackets, or braces.
- Activity - Please try to be on at least (three?) times a week, and if you have a main role, such as leader, deputy, medicine cat, or medicine cat apprentice, you should be on five to seven days a week. If after (a week?) of inactivity without notice, you will be deleted.
- Realism - Keep your characters realistic, so no rainbow fur, wings, glowing neon eyes, etc. There are a couple of things that are quite rare, such as heterochromia or violet eyes for cats, and we would like for you to not include that within your character. If you really wish for your cat to have it, you may ask, but otherwise, your form will not be accepted with this. Blue eyes are also quite rare, so please do not have all your characters have this feature.
While roleplaying, your character should also be realistic. No cat should be able to attack a hoard of rats and leave without a scratch, or just a few. Neither should your character be able to carry an injured cat by themselves.
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Name // SN
Age // Gender // Sexuality // Current Position (Kittypet/loner/rouge)
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Family // Future Clan (1 or 2) // Other
**Description and personality should be at least two sentences long EACH
Characters Currently: (JAKOD ALEXANDER'S CATS ARE STILL WIP)
Jekyll // Jekyll
20 moons // Tom // Gay // Part of Travelling Cats
Jekyll is a large but lithe tom who has a deep love for climbing. His fur can be classified as tortoiseshell, though it is mainly black with orange spotting here and there. His tail tip and paws are pure white though and he has a scar on his underbelly. Jekyll's eyes are a pale green hue and he is complete with a white chin. // He is a very adventurous cat and enjoys his travels with his friends, though he does wish to find a larger purpose for himself. Along with this he is very determined and brave, always wanting to do what is right and constantly helping others find the will to move forward and do more. He loves kits and will do anything to protect those close to him. // Jekyll was born during winter, and during a blizzard to be more precise. His mother was a beautiful, pure black she-cat with blue eyes named Midnight while his father was a thin brown tom with amber eyes named Furgus. When the kits were born they were weak, though out of the four Jekyll was the worst. His siblings, by a moon later, were healthy and running around while he was still, unmoving besides the steadiness of his breathing. Midnight's house-folk decided to put him down, but Midnight stopped them by stealing him away and running. Three days later she was returned home by a neighbor and there had been no sight of Jekyll. Midnight had taken her kit to a building that once healed her and left him there, knowing it was for the best. The people inside found him and for two weeks he was given constant emergency care until one day, he opened his eyes. A few days later the kit was standing and running around. When he turned three moons old though... he was thrown into a cage and taken to a shelter where he met Oleander, one of his oldest friends. He was there until he was 10 moons old and was adopted only for his new family to neglect him. The house was giant, far to big for him alone. He was alone normally, not ever being pet of played with. Over time he began to hate two-legs and wished for nothing more than to escape and be free. A few moons later he met Wilde and (?) who were also looking for a new life. Together the three set out to just adventure and find out where their paws took them.
Mother: Midnight Father: Furgus Siblings: Honey, Kinkfeather, and Adder// Future Leader of 1 // Scared of thunder and lightning
Spring (Shine) // Jekyll
24 moons // She-cat // Bi // Loner
This cat has baby-fine, light bluish fur with a deep burnt orange tail and toes. She has small eyes that are veil blue. Spring is larger than average size with a head that's heart-shaped with a smooth face. She has close-set, oddly shaped ears and has a nearly non-existent tail that is carried high. // Spring is very outgoing and rambunctious, still holding onto some of her kit like tendencies. She helps out when she can and tries to not let anything get to her. Her heart is big and she has an equal love for anyone and anything really. // Spring was born and raised as a kittypet, though was kept by her mother's two-legs when her and her siblings were about to be put up for adoption.
Mother: Molly Sister: Ash Brother: Orange// Future Clan (1) // None
Corn // Jekyll
16 moons // tom // Bi // Loner
This young cat has curly, vivid cornsilk-colored fur with very bright ivory stripes and blotches. He has sorrowful eyes that are dull carmine with a blue tinge and he is very small. Corn's head is misshapen with a squashed face and he has wide-set, pointed ears. Along with a split tail that is very twitchy, the split is from a mishap on a construction site. // He is a very quiet tom who hadn't known anyone before the two-leg's started leaving. His housefolk were one of the first to leave and he was forced to open up, though he remains quite guarded.
Unknown // Future Clan (2) // Other
Fawny // Jekyll
8 moons // She-cat // Lezbehonest // Kittypet
This young cat has fluffy, brilliant falu red fur with honey-blond ears and markings around its ears. Her droopy eyes are a very pale maize yellow and she is average sized. Fawny's head is square-shaped with a angular muzzle. and has wide, tufted ears. This she-cat has a rope-like tail. // Fawny is a very bubbly and heartfelt she-cat. She is capable o connecting with others on very emotional levels and so others normally talk to her about problems like that.// Fawny, after she was born, realized that her parents had began to fight a lot and one day, her father ran of, leaving her mother all alone. Fawny, wishing for her parents to still be together, tracked down her father and brought him home, then sat and was the median while her parents talked about their differences. If not for her then they would have split up and Rosebud would have been forced to become a kittypet again, leaving Fawny alone. After her parents later died, Fawny herself became a kittypet but always wished for something more in life.
Mother- Rosebud Father- Jack // Future Clan (1) // None
Orange // Jekyll
24 moons // tom // Gay // Loner
He has scraggly, tawny fur with orange toes and markings on his face, he also has piercing eyes that are deep orange, one of which is darker than the other. Orange is unusually large with a head that is taller than it is wide with a plain face. He has close-set, oddly shaped ears and a very short tail. // Personality // Orange was adopted by the neighbor's of his mother's two-legs and so was able to be around his sister while growing up.
Mother: Molly Sisters: Ash and Spring // Fated to die // None
Salt // Jekyll
3 moons // tom // undecided // Loner
This very young cat has sparse, salt-and-pepper fur with dirty slate spots and markings on his front legs. He has harsh eyes that are deep lime-colored and is miniscule. His head is misshapen with a boxy face and he has small, pointed ears. He has a half length tail. // Salt seems to have so much energy that his fur constantly stands on end. He loves to go out and run around, even though he has a breathing problem that he was born with. // Unsaid
Unknown // Future Clan (1) // None
Curl // Jekyll
32 moons // she-cat // Lezbehonest // Loner
This cat has curly, ghost white fur with rich salt-and-pepper markings around her ears and markings around her eyes. She has cold eyes that are emerald and one eye is tutone and is average sized with a angular head and a narrow face. She has long, upright ears and a very short tail that swishes from side to side. // Curl is a very nice she-cat and loves to be around others. She has a love for climbing though and if gets the chance will climb almost anything. She loves to help out and is determined to do good. // Unsaid
Open // Future Clan (2) // None
Red // Jekyll
21 moons // she-cat // Lezbehonest // Rogue
This cat has thick, dull chamoisee fur with deep ecru toes and spots on her tail. She has lively eyes that are falu red with a dark cast and she is unusually small. Red's head is oval-shaped with a long muzzle and close-set, oddly shaped ears. She has a half length tail that swishes from side to side. // Red is a nice and outgoing she-cat. She likes to run around and make friends and really loves to hear others tell stories. She was born partly blind though and so her eyes are a little clouded and she has a hard time with coordination and hunting. // Unsaid
Open // Future Clan (1) // None
Cop // Jekyll
31 moons // tom // Bi // Kittypet
This very young cat has lustrous, very dark burnt umber fur with blond ticks and markings on his hindquarters. He has large eyes that are very pale xanadu gray with gold flecks and he is somewhat large. His head is oval-shaped with a blunt face and he has short, pointed ears along with an average length tail that sways a lot. // He is a quiet but kind tom, being somewhat shy upon first meeting others. After bonding with someone though, he opens up and can quite a good friend and comrade. // Unsaid
Open // Future Clan (2) // None
Ash (Tallash) // Jekyll
24 moons // she-cat // Asexual // Loner
This cat has long, dirty desert sand-colored fur with dark cinnamon markings around her eyes and spots on her tail. Ash cat has expressive eyes that are dark olive green and she is larger than average size. Ash's head is round-shaped with a pleasant face and she has long, upright ears. She has a whip-like tail. // Personality // Ash was given to a pair of two-legs on the other side of the two-leg place but when she became big enough to be allowed
Mother: Molly Sister: Spring Brother: Orange // Future Clan (1) // None
Flame // Jekyll
28 moons // tom // Bi // Kittypet
This cat has thick, ginger fur with black stripes on its tail and markings down his back. He has droopy eyes that are beige and one eye is blind and is a somewhat large cat. His head is small with a angular muzzle and long, pointed ears. He has a long tail that is very twitchy. // The first word that comes to mind when you think of this tom is wise. He is wiser than his years and gives great advice to those who ask him for it. He tells great stories as well and can sometimes be found meditating actually. He feels he can do a lot for the clan and so tries his hardest to prove his worth to others. // Unsaid
Open // Future Clan (2) // None
Pool (Poolingwater) // Jekyll
28 moons // she-cat // Bi // Loner
Pool is a long-haired blue/gray she-cat. She has white and black flecks on her neck, haunches, and tail and her tail tip is white. This she-cat's paws are white as well and she has a streak of black on her underbelly. In all terms, she is very beautiful. If not for the long scar that goes across her left eye and the eye cannot open anymore. Her other eye is a bright, forest green. // Pool is a very kind and mischievous she-cat who enjoys the company of others. She is loyal and will fight to the death for those she holds close. // Unsaid
Open // Future Clan (1) // None
Cherry // Jekyll
30 moons // tom // Bi // Kittypet
Cherry is actually a tom, a calico tom at that. His fur is short/medium not being to long but not being very short either. He is also a Manx, meaning that he has no tail at all. Along with this though, he is also polydactyl, having a patty foot. His eyes are a dark brown with lighter shades of blue mixed in here and there. // Cherry is a kind tom but feels odd since he has deformed paws. He doesn't like his owners, as they treat him as if he is some prize that they can drag around and show off. // Unsaid
Open // Future Clan (2) // None
Lily // Jekyll
6 moons // she-cat // Undecided // Kittypet
This young cat has lustrous, vivid straw fur with black mane on her back and points. She has misty eyes that are jonquil and one eye is a different color and she is very little. Her head is heart-shaped with a blunt face and has short, rough-edged ears. She has a rope-like tail. // Is a very kind she-cat, enjoying helping others and so normally putting them before herself. Having her on our side is a great advantage as she will be loyal no matter what. // Unsaid
Open // Future Clan (1) // None
Rune // Jekyll
21 moons // tom // Gay // Rogue
Rune is a dark black tom that sticks out when he's out walking through the territory. He has white and gold lynx markings and is actually half lynx. His ears have the tufts of fur on the tops and his fur is long and lush. He is a broad tom and likes to help out. Other markings on him are silver spots under his eyes and around his muzzle plus he has silver, amber, and ginger flecks on his ears, neck, and haunches. His tail tip is missing from when he got caught in a landslide and his front right paw is missing a few toes. He has heterochromia and so one of his eyes is a bright blue and the other is a light gray. // Rune is a very nice tom who likes to help others a lot but don't underestimate him, he can do wonders in a fight. He has a soft side for kits and great respect for elders. Though Rune is good at fighting he really loves to hunt but one of his favorite activities is to just pad around the territory. // He never knew his mother as she died giving birth to him in the dead of winter. He was an only kit and was raised by his father, who was a lynx. After his father died protecting him from a badger, the tom travelled on his own till he found the two-leg place here and now lives there.
Closed // Future Clan (2) // None
Cinder (Cinderfir) // Jekyll
20 moons // she-cat // Lezbehonest // Loner
Cinder has fluffy, dark ginger fur with medium redwood-colored markings on her hindquarters and blotches. She has twinkling eyes that are pale slate and she is average sized. Her head is angular with a wide face and wide-set, rounded ears. She has a nearly non-existent tail that is very twitchy. // She is a very bubbly and kind she-cat who is also very trusting of others. This can lead to her being taken advantage of though. // Unsaid
Open // Future Clan (1) // None
Breeze // Jekyll
17 moons // tom // Bi // Kittypet
Breeze is a lanky, long-limbed tom with very short-fur. His tail, ears, and whiskers are large though his paws are a little small. In all ways, he is a bit dis-proportional. He is a traditional applehead Siamese cat, white cream colored fur but dark brown on his legs, til tip, face, and ears. His eyes are quite captivating though, being different from the normal blues you see. They are like gems, with different shades at each part and so when the sun hits them right they seem to glimmer like gems. // He is a very fast tom, loving to run around. He is adventurous and a sort of an off and on kittypet. He has owners but is only there when he needs to eat, otherwise he's out and exploring. // Unsaid
Open // Future Clan (2) // None
Phen // Jekyll
10 moons // she-cat // Asexual // Loner
This she-cat has sparse, amber fur with deep golden-blond ears and markings down her back. She has expressive eyes that are brilliant onyx. She is unusually large with a head that is round-shaped with a long muzzle and has small, pointed ears. She has a stubby tail. // Phen is kind of odd. She will be upbeat and happy when with someone but the minute she is allowed to be alone she seemed to just, stop being where she is. Her eyes glaze over and she goes stone still as if she's not even alive. // Unsaid
Open // Future Clan (1) // Other
Willow // Jekyll
18 moons // she-cat // Pan // Kittypet
This she-cat has lustrous, ghost white fur with dark tawny mane on her back and stripes. Her laughing eyes are a medium cornflower blue and she is somewhat large. Her head is wider than it is tall with a average face and has large, tufted ears. She has a nearly non-existent tail that is very twitchy. // This she-cat is kind and as graceful as the willow she is named after. She moves like liquid with graceful and precise movements and can cause cats to just zone out. // Unsaid
Open // Future Clan (2) // Other
Onkódis // Jekyll
23 moons // tom // Bi // Kittypet
Onkódis is in one word, massive. He is a maine coon with muffin feet, a form of polydactylism. This tom is even bigger than a normal maine coon and he isn't done growing yet. His head is the size of a basketball and his body is as long as a kids bike. He head reaches to almost mid thigh on a two-leg and his paws are the size of a normal cats face. His fur is very long and fluffy, feathering out on her ears and sides of face. He is a series of white, silvers, and grays all spotted and patched along his fur. He has a small bit of brown under his nose where his whiskers come out and his claws are long and black. He has long, white whiskers and a large pink nose with black speckling. His paw pads are white and his ears are very large. He has beautiful silver eyes that have just the slightest hint of blue as well and has tail is long and feathery soft. // Onkódis, despite his size, is a sweetheart. He can be quite intimidating and ferocious when he wants and is definitely someone you do not wanna make mad. // He comes from Greece and his family just moved to two-leg place a few moons ago though his original owner, an elderly man, died recently. His children are wanting to give Onkódis t a shelter where he will be put down for being too big and Onkódis is looking for a way to get away.
Open // Future Clan (1) // None
Wilde // Jakob Alexander
32 moons // male // asexual // Part of Traveling Cats
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Family // Fated to Die // Other
Delilah // Jakob Alexander
19 moons // female // heterosexual // Kittypet
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Family // Future Leader of Clan 2 // Other
Cola // Jakob Alexander
12 moons // female // homosexual // Kittypet
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Family // Part of Clan 2 // Delilah's Housemate
Killer // Jakob Alexander
45 moons // male // heterosexual // Rogue
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Family // Part of Clan 1 // Other
Snake // Jakob Alexander
26 moons // male // homosexual // Loner
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Family // Future Clan 1 // Other
Ruby // Jakob Alexander
27 moons // female // bisexual // Loner
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Family // Future Clan 2 // Other
Meister // Jakob Alexander
37 moons // male // heterosexual // Kittypet
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Miser's brother // Future Clan 1 // Other
Miser // Jakob Alexander
37 moons // male // bisexual // Kittypet
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Meister's brother // Future Clan (1 or 2) // Other
Mercy // Jakob Alexander
30 moons // female // asexual // Rogue
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Family // Future Clan (1 or 2) // Other
Owl // Aoki
12 moons // Female // Aromantic/Homosexual // loner
Owl is a slightly tall and lanky shecat with medium-long fur and a near white silver pelt accompanied by dark gray classic tabby markings. She has pale gooseberry eyes, a mangled left ear, and scars on her flank. // She is very timid and hates conflict, preferring to watch from the sidelines when fighting occurs. She is skittish and trusts very few people, she has a habit of never showing what she wants or likes due to a 'cold' personality. // She was raised by a mentally disturbed mother and a father who lived in fear of his mate. One day when Owl was an older kit she and her brother Crow went exploring during leafbare, only to come back to a livid Snow, witnessing her mother kill her brother Owl was horribly scared of her and her outbursts and her and her siblings bullied her even to physical pain. After a while she fled, her snapping point was her fight with her mother where her father killed her and died himself after protecting Snow's other kit who she later abandoned to not get attached to. Now she roams alone and cares only about her survival.
Snow - Mother / Hawk - Father / Hare - Brother / Frost - Sister / Crow - Brother // Futureclan (1) //
Alma // Elmosolyodik (mybluewhale)
24 moons // She-Cat // Asexual - Heteroromantic // Kittypet
Alma is a medium sized and compact ginger tabby she-cat bordering on brown. Her face is soft but square-jawed, flecked with cream speckles, with wide, honey-ish green eyes and ears folded against her head. She wears a finely made collar, a bulky leather strip around her neck with a gold painted metal clasp and oval name tag that always seems to catch the sunlight. Six toes crowd each of her four cream coloured paws, and give her excellent climbing grip for getting up trees, boulders and fences. // Alma is adventurous and free roaming, an outdoor cat from birth and deeply loyal to her roots. She has a thick, foreign (Irish) accent and often speaks about how she came from far away on a moon-long trip when she was a kitten, and of the forests there with their ancient stone gatherings shaped like teeny tiny two-leg houses. She prefers to not stay in one place too long and can be quite pestering about getting to know others, breaking off into long-winded monologues and bearing an aversion to violence and conflict, more of the good-natured neighbour who will only sometimes drag you off on strange expeditions into the wild. Alma also seems to genuinely believe in tiny, invisible folk from her owner's legends, and that other strange mythical creatures exist in the background, quietly affecting our fates and lives. // Alma and her two owners (one of which is now dead) moved across the continent from somewhere like Ireland* (fictional Ireland) to the country, and live in a cozy old-fashioned house on the edge of the plains that smells like moss, tucked away from view and near enough to the Two-Leg village to be in an hour walking distance of it. She was born from their previous two cats, an elderly fellow who mated with another elderly stray and managed to have a single kitten litter- even in their old age. The two-legs took the stray in as well, at least every night, and only recently did the old couple also pass away. Alma's somewhat secluded living situation had her far away from scrap fights and territory squabbles with other cats, but it's said she once fought off her old neighbour's wolfhound when it escaped, and doesn't seem to be scared of large dogs.
Family: Pangur - Mom (Deceased) and Barnaby - Dad (Deceased) // Future Clan (1) // At some point her two-leg will also die and it'll probably be why she joins the clan. Also might speak Dog Gaelic? Who knows.
Ice // Therubyfox
19 moons // She-cat // Bi // Loner//
Ice has sleek, medium length snowy white pelt. Ice is very tall and rather muscular for such a young cat, and is very proud of this. Her eyes are a warm yellow in color that turns into a darker gold color around her pupils. Ice does have a few tiny scars that cover the top of her muzzle. // Despite being named after something cold, Ice is rather warm and friendly. She likes to socialize with other cats, and pays close attention to drama and rumors. As she would rather have some information on a cat or situation then going in blindly. Ice is rather transparent, but she will use her looks to help her manipulate cats and situations that make her uncomfortable. // Her mother and father were both kittypets, but she doesn't remember them // Future Clan 1 // She was a outdoor kittypet, but became a loner due to her housefolk leaving her behind.
Dutch // Therubyfox
27 moons // Tom // Straight // Loner
A large, slender but heavily battle scared tom. Dutch's fur is short but spiked on the back and sides of his neck, and also on the top of his head as well. The color of his fur is a lilac color with a darker almost black point, and his eyes are a rich amber in color. // Dutch is a rather friendly tom and if you stay on his good side he will treat you like family, but if you cross him or his loved ones, he is a force to be reckoned with. He will defend what is his, and will do what is necessary for him to survive. // His mother's name is Arril and his father was named Kris // Future Clan 2 //
Lulu // Therubyfox
12 moons // She-cat // Straight // Kittypet
Lulu is a glossy long furred, golden colored she-cat with cream colored paws and chest. Her fur is thick, making Lulu look much larger then she actually is. Lulu has bright emerald colored eyes and very long whiskers.// Lulu is like any other overly pampered kittypet, and is still very naive when it comes to the real world. // Her mother's name was Coco and her father's name was Mossy. // Future Clan 2 //
Meeko // Therubyfox
20 moons // Tom // Bi // Loner
Meeko is a large but thin tom with short silver fur and black paws. Meeko has rather long claws that poke out from his fuzzy paws when they are sheathed. His eyes are a deep blue in color, and his whiskers are rather short. // Meeko is a kind soul, and would only harm someone out of self defense. He can be a bit of a flit at times, but once he commits to someone he is loyal to them. // He doesn't remember his family. // Future Clan 1 //
Scar // Nightwisher
5 1/2 Moons // Female // Bisexual // Rogue
Scar has a scar over her left eye, as well as large scar from her right shoulder down her back. She has thick black fur, with white tufts of fur at the tips of her ears. Her paws are a fiery ginger color. Scar is a rather small she-cat. Though she is young, she is still small for her age. However, she often puffs her fur out to make herself look much larger, though it can often look silly and more like she's just a ball of fur. Scar has forest green eyes, that sometimes look blue in certain lighting.
// Scar's personality is as fiery as her paws. She is feisty, often trying to make up for her small size, but more than that she doesn't much like getting close with cats. She loves learning and honing her skills. She is incredibly good at sneaking, despite her long fur, and can easily blend in with the shadows due to her size and dark pelt. Scar can try very hard to be too adult, very much admiring older cats, and wanting to be respected by them. However, she can also still be very naive, and sometimes even whiny.
// Born of two rogues herself, Scar was originally named Fire. As a very young kit, Scar used to sneak off after her parents when they would go on hunting trips, telling her to stay in the nest. She never stayed. Often, she wouldn't get caught, her sneaking skills becoming developed early on, as well as her tracking skills thanks to a very sharp nose. When she was about four and a half moons old, she sneaked off one day and was found by a fox. The fox attacked her, but due to her quick reflexes she narrowly escaped death just long enough for her parents to arrive. She ran when she was told. Scar would never see her father again, and her mother was so heart broken from the loss that she renamed her daughter Scar, after the wound she had received from the fox so that the kit would never forget that she was the reason her father died. Scar accepted the name without hesitation, believing in the punishment. Then her mother banished her. Luckily, Scar was not on her own for long before she was found by a kind tom: Snow.
Shade (Mother), Topple (Father), Snow (adopted brother/best friend) // Future Clan 1 // Scar is afraid of making friends because she's too scared for them to die.
Snow // Nightwisher
14 moons // Male // Homosexual // Rogue
Snow is a handsome tom with gray-white fur, much like the clouds during a snowstorm. He has deep blue eyes, which are ever watching and gentle. Snow has few scars, due to his lack of fights, though he has been in a few. His size does help in battle. Snow has a muscular build which is hidden under his mid length fur, and walks with the confidence of a much older and battle wise cat.
// Though he radiates confidence, and charm, Snow is a rather humble cat and respects the older and wiser cats greatly. He knows there is always a lesson to learn. However, Snow can be rather immature, often liking to spend time with young cats as they remind him of his siblings. // Snow was born a barn cat, where he learned how to hunt and fight at an early age. When he was about ten moons old, he decided he no longer wanted to be a barn cat and left the farm to travel. He was on his own for a few months, winning fights and honing his hunting skills, before he ran into Scar. He decided to take her under his wing to protect her.
Feathers (Mother), Bull Cat (Father), countless siblings, Scar (adopted sister/best friend) // Future Clan 1 // He's very protective of Scar.
Skipper // Nightwisher
25 Moons // Male // Homosexual // Kittypet
Skipper is a medium sized cat with medium length tortoiseshell fur and stunning amber eyes. He as a very sleek pelt, often spending hours cleaning it, atop the groom that his two-legs also do. Skipper is void of any scars, including his underbelly as he was never neutered, which was fine as he had homosexual tendencies anyway. // Skipper is a calm cat, with a lot of patients. He can take being teased, and even cats being very rude to him, without batting an eye. He can even hold his own in a fight with cats that aren't very well trained, though he does hate fighting. Skipper is very mild mannered, and sometimes even appears aloof. But really, he is deadly loyal to his own personal code and will fight wholeheartedly against any injustices, even if they're done against his worst enemy // Skipper was born on the streets, learning how to hunt, scavenge, fight, and swim. Though, when he was still a decently young kitten, his mother realizes she couldn't feed all of her kits, so she left Skipper in the backyard of a two-legs place. He was promptly adopted by a lovely lesbian couple who loved him very much. Since then, he's been happy.
Carla (Mother), Danni and Emily (Two-legs) // Future Clan 2 // He loves swimming and is an amazing hunter.
Wilde // Jakob Alexander
32 moons // male // asexual // Part of Traveling Cats
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Family // Fated to Die // Other
Delilah // Jakob Alexander
19 moons // female // heterosexual // Kittypet
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Family // Future Leader of Clan 2 // Other
Cola // Jakob Alexander
12 moons // female // homosexual // Kittypet
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Family // Part of Clan 2 // Delilah's Housemate
Killer // Jakob Alexander
45 moons // male // heterosexual // Rogue
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Family // Part of Clan 1 // Other
Snake // Jakob Alexander
26 moons // male // homosexual // Loner
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Family // Future Clan 1 // Other
Ruby // Jakob Alexander
27 moons // female // bisexual // Loner
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Family // Future Clan 2 // Other
Meister // Jakob Alexander
37 moons // male // heterosexual // Kittypet
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Miser's brother // Future Clan 1 // Other
Miser // Jakob Alexander
37 moons // male // bisexual // Kittypet
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Meister's brother // Future Clan (1 or 2) // Other
Mercy // Jakob Alexander
30 moons // female // asexual // Rogue
Description // Personality // History (Optional)
Family // Future Clan (1 or 2) // Other
Owl // Aoki
12 moons // Female // Aromantic/Homosexual // loner
Owl is a slightly tall and lanky shecat with medium-long fur and a near white silver pelt accompanied by dark gray classic tabby markings. She has pale gooseberry eyes, a mangled left ear, and scars on her flank. // She is very timid and hates conflict, preferring to watch from the sidelines when fighting occurs. She is skittish and trusts very few people, she has a habit of never showing what she wants or likes due to a 'cold' personality. // She was raised by a mentally disturbed mother and a father who lived in fear of his mate. One day when Owl was an older kit she and her brother Crow went exploring during leafbare, only to come back to a livid Snow, witnessing her mother kill her brother Owl was horribly scared of her and her outbursts and her and her siblings bullied her even to physical pain. After a while she fled, her snapping point was her fight with her mother where her father killed her and died himself after protecting Snow's other kit who she later abandoned to not get attached to. Now she roams alone and cares only about her survival.
Snow - Mother / Hawk - Father / Hare - Brother / Frost - Sister / Crow - Brother // Futureclan (1) //
Alma // Elmosolyodik (mybluewhale)
24 moons // She-Cat // Asexual - Heteroromantic // Kittypet
Alma is a medium sized and compact ginger tabby she-cat bordering on brown. Her face is soft but square-jawed, flecked with cream speckles, with wide, honey-ish green eyes and ears folded against her head. She wears a finely made collar, a bulky leather strip around her neck with a gold painted metal clasp and oval name tag that always seems to catch the sunlight. Six toes crowd each of her four cream coloured paws, and give her excellent climbing grip for getting up trees, boulders and fences. // Alma is adventurous and free roaming, an outdoor cat from birth and deeply loyal to her roots. She has a thick, foreign (Irish) accent and often speaks about how she came from far away on a moon-long trip when she was a kitten, and of the forests there with their ancient stone gatherings shaped like teeny tiny two-leg houses. She prefers to not stay in one place too long and can be quite pestering about getting to know others, breaking off into long-winded monologues and bearing an aversion to violence and conflict, more of the good-natured neighbour who will only sometimes drag you off on strange expeditions into the wild. Alma also seems to genuinely believe in tiny, invisible folk from her owner's legends, and that other strange mythical creatures exist in the background, quietly affecting our fates and lives. // Alma and her two owners (one of which is now dead) moved across the continent from somewhere like Ireland* (fictional Ireland) to the country, and live in a cozy old-fashioned house on the edge of the plains that smells like moss, tucked away from view and near enough to the Two-Leg village to be in an hour walking distance of it. She was born from their previous two cats, an elderly fellow who mated with another elderly stray and managed to have a single kitten litter- even in their old age. The two-legs took the stray in as well, at least every night, and only recently did the old couple also pass away. Alma's somewhat secluded living situation had her far away from scrap fights and territory squabbles with other cats, but it's said she once fought off her old neighbour's wolfhound when it escaped, and doesn't seem to be scared of large dogs.
Family: Pangur - Mom (Deceased) and Barnaby - Dad (Deceased) // Future Clan (1) // At some point her two-leg will also die and it'll probably be why she joins the clan. Also might speak Dog Gaelic? Who knows.
Ice // Therubyfox
19 moons // She-cat // Bi // Loner//
Ice has sleek, medium length snowy white pelt. Ice is very tall and rather muscular for such a young cat, and is very proud of this. Her eyes are a warm yellow in color that turns into a darker gold color around her pupils. Ice does have a few tiny scars that cover the top of her muzzle. // Despite being named after something cold, Ice is rather warm and friendly. She likes to socialize with other cats, and pays close attention to drama and rumors. As she would rather have some information on a cat or situation then going in blindly. Ice is rather transparent, but she will use her looks to help her manipulate cats and situations that make her uncomfortable. // Her mother and father were both kittypets, but she doesn't remember them // Future Clan 1 // She was a outdoor kittypet, but became a loner due to her housefolk leaving her behind.
Dutch // Therubyfox
27 moons // Tom // Straight // Loner
A large, slender but heavily battle scared tom. Dutch's fur is short but spiked on the back and sides of his neck, and also on the top of his head as well. The color of his fur is a lilac color with a darker almost black point, and his eyes are a rich amber in color. // Dutch is a rather friendly tom and if you stay on his good side he will treat you like family, but if you cross him or his loved ones, he is a force to be reckoned with. He will defend what is his, and will do what is necessary for him to survive. // His mother's name is Arril and his father was named Kris // Future Clan 2 //
Lulu // Therubyfox
12 moons // She-cat // Straight // Kittypet
Lulu is a glossy long furred, golden colored she-cat with cream colored paws and chest. Her fur is thick, making Lulu look much larger then she actually is. Lulu has bright emerald colored eyes and very long whiskers.// Lulu is like any other overly pampered kittypet, and is still very naive when it comes to the real world. // Her mother's name was Coco and her father's name was Mossy. // Future Clan 2 //
Meeko // Therubyfox
20 moons // Tom // Bi // Loner
Meeko is a large but thin tom with short silver fur and black paws. Meeko has rather long claws that poke out from his fuzzy paws when they are sheathed. His eyes are a deep blue in color, and his whiskers are rather short. // Meeko is a kind soul, and would only harm someone out of self defense. He can be a bit of a flit at times, but once he commits to someone he is loyal to them. // He doesn't remember his family. // Future Clan 1 //
Scar // Nightwisher
5 1/2 Moons // Female // Bisexual // Rogue
Scar has a scar over her left eye, as well as large scar from her right shoulder down her back. She has thick black fur, with white tufts of fur at the tips of her ears. Her paws are a fiery ginger color. Scar is a rather small she-cat. Though she is young, she is still small for her age. However, she often puffs her fur out to make herself look much larger, though it can often look silly and more like she's just a ball of fur. Scar has forest green eyes, that sometimes look blue in certain lighting.
// Scar's personality is as fiery as her paws. She is feisty, often trying to make up for her small size, but more than that she doesn't much like getting close with cats. She loves learning and honing her skills. She is incredibly good at sneaking, despite her long fur, and can easily blend in with the shadows due to her size and dark pelt. Scar can try very hard to be too adult, very much admiring older cats, and wanting to be respected by them. However, she can also still be very naive, and sometimes even whiny.
// Born of two rogues herself, Scar was originally named Fire. As a very young kit, Scar used to sneak off after her parents when they would go on hunting trips, telling her to stay in the nest. She never stayed. Often, she wouldn't get caught, her sneaking skills becoming developed early on, as well as her tracking skills thanks to a very sharp nose. When she was about four and a half moons old, she sneaked off one day and was found by a fox. The fox attacked her, but due to her quick reflexes she narrowly escaped death just long enough for her parents to arrive. She ran when she was told. Scar would never see her father again, and her mother was so heart broken from the loss that she renamed her daughter Scar, after the wound she had received from the fox so that the kit would never forget that she was the reason her father died. Scar accepted the name without hesitation, believing in the punishment. Then her mother banished her. Luckily, Scar was not on her own for long before she was found by a kind tom: Snow.
Shade (Mother), Topple (Father), Snow (adopted brother/best friend) // Future Clan 1 // Scar is afraid of making friends because she's too scared for them to die.
Snow // Nightwisher
14 moons // Male // Homosexual // Rogue
Snow is a handsome tom with gray-white fur, much like the clouds during a snowstorm. He has deep blue eyes, which are ever watching and gentle. Snow has few scars, due to his lack of fights, though he has been in a few. His size does help in battle. Snow has a muscular build which is hidden under his mid length fur, and walks with the confidence of a much older and battle wise cat.
// Though he radiates confidence, and charm, Snow is a rather humble cat and respects the older and wiser cats greatly. He knows there is always a lesson to learn. However, Snow can be rather immature, often liking to spend time with young cats as they remind him of his siblings. // Snow was born a barn cat, where he learned how to hunt and fight at an early age. When he was about ten moons old, he decided he no longer wanted to be a barn cat and left the farm to travel. He was on his own for a few months, winning fights and honing his hunting skills, before he ran into Scar. He decided to take her under his wing to protect her.
Feathers (Mother), Bull Cat (Father), countless siblings, Scar (adopted sister/best friend) // Future Clan 1 // He's very protective of Scar.
Skipper // Nightwisher
25 Moons // Male // Homosexual // Kittypet
Skipper is a medium sized cat with medium length tortoiseshell fur and stunning amber eyes. He as a very sleek pelt, often spending hours cleaning it, atop the groom that his two-legs also do. Skipper is void of any scars, including his underbelly as he was never neutered, which was fine as he had homosexual tendencies anyway. // Skipper is a calm cat, with a lot of patients. He can take being teased, and even cats being very rude to him, without batting an eye. He can even hold his own in a fight with cats that aren't very well trained, though he does hate fighting. Skipper is very mild mannered, and sometimes even appears aloof. But really, he is deadly loyal to his own personal code and will fight wholeheartedly against any injustices, even if they're done against his worst enemy // Skipper was born on the streets, learning how to hunt, scavenge, fight, and swim. Though, when he was still a decently young kitten, his mother realizes she couldn't feed all of her kits, so she left Skipper in the backyard of a two-legs place. He was promptly adopted by a lovely lesbian couple who loved him very much. Since then, he's been happy.
Carla (Mother), Danni and Emily (Two-legs) // Future Clan 2 // He loves swimming and is an amazing hunter.