➳ ᶤᶰᵏʷᵉˡˡˢ ᵇʸ ˡᵃᶰᵗᵉʳᶰ ˡᶤᵍʰᵗ [ᵃ ʳᵒˡᵉᵖˡᵃʸ ᵈᵉᶰ ]

Hey hey! Thanks for setting this up! The title is lovely :3

Ok, so let me give Nathan a "facelift," then wanna start with our Neko one?

That was a good starting point last time, so sure, why not? XD

Ok, here's Nathan Summers: 2.0 XD

Nathan Silverfang -
A tall, slender boy of seventeen, Nathan is exactly what you would picture when you think "cat:" Wiry frame, thick, chocolate and gold hair, and a chin that's always raised just enough to send the message, "I'm better than you." His haughty, aloof personality only solidifies the resemblance that his permanently narrowed eyes portray.
Physically, Nathan has messy, dark brown hair with faint golden highlights, matching his dark tabby ears and tail. His ears and tail are that of a Maine Coon, and so they are thick furred, and his ears are tufted. His tail is tipped with white. As far as his human appearance, he is dark-skinned to match his fur, with hazel eyes that are slightly green-tinted. He is fairly thin, with only slight muscle definition.
His aloof personality pushes him away from others, meaning that he would rather wander by himself, or in the company of a few of his equally bitter and sarcastic companions. Unfortunately for him, however, he isn't the most... graceful of creatures. Though he possesses cat-like agility and stamina, he often overestimates himself - which leads to him getting stuck in embarrassing situations, like getting literally stuck in a tree, or slipping into the lake, more often than he would ever admit. However, he is also pretty needy and soft, and finds himself getting attached quickly. He then proceeds to follow that person around, reluctant to leave their company. Another thing that he would never admit, even on his deathbed - he loves physical contact, and will often try to sit close to or hold hands with people he trusts (both platonically or romantically - it doesn't matter to him).

There, enjoy my snarky and somewhat shy lil cat XD
And sorry that took so long!!

Before I do, here's a quick overview of my character, then >:3

Olivia Silverfang -

A medium-build, pale-skinned girl with shoulder-length blonde hair with natural highlights and bright blue eyes. Her skin is dappled with freckles. She's much stronger than she looks, and is very good at swimming. She's 16, and the only daughter of the leader of the Silverfangs, Barron Silverfang. She has the dark grey ears of a husky, with fluffy white insides. Her tail is slightly curled, almost like a crescent shape, with the same dark grey color as her eyes with a white tip.

I think I'll RP out her personality ;3 I'll begin the starter now!

apologies for such a small starter nwn' i was so excited i got ahead of myself xD ]

"This is idiotic," Nathan complained loudly, trailing after the group as they paced the border. "Why aren't we just patrolling at night, like we usually do?!"
"Be quiet, Nathan, or this is going to go worse than it already is," the group leader snapped, holding up her hand as a signal for them to stop.
"Fine, whatever, don't listen the only person who apparently thinks we're all going to get killed," the neko muttered, his tail flicking irritably. He was supposed to be scouting, but how was he supposed to be paying attention when they were all walking towards a group of dogs?
Suddenly, he froze, ears twisting forward and his eyes snapping to the stretch of land on the other side of the bushes. Pushing through the small group of his family members, he grabbed the black-haired leader by the arm.
"Myca. Warfangs," he hissed, spinning her to face where the strong scent was emanating. Everyone immediately stiffened, hands falling to the various knives and guns at their hips.
Myca shook her arm away from him and sent a warning glance at the group, before turning and pushing her way through the shrubbery. Nathan cussed under his breath and ran after her--no way could he let his cousin get killed by a pack of dogs!
He immediately cussed again, louder, at the sight. A full patrol. "I told you this was a stupid idea," he whispered, tucking his hand into his pocket and withdrawing a sheathed dagger from his coat.

"Wonderful, thank you, Xaviar," Myca replied curtly, carefully avoiding looking at the brash Warfang who had accused them, though her hand still rested on the hilt of her blade. "We actually wanted--
"Oh? And what about you, on our border? Are you planning an invasion?" Nathan interrupted, pushing in front of Myca to glare angrily at Larkkin. Who did he think he was, speaking to the future leader of the Silverclaws like that? Did he want to get his throat ripped out? A growl started to well up in his throat, the fur along the backs of his ears prickling.
"Nathan!" Myca hissed, annoyance flooding her tone; she grabbed his shoulder to pull him back, but he shook it off--sending her stubling back into the bushes. Prompt exclamations of shock, and then the rest of the group leapt from their cover.
"What happened?" a ginger tabby asked, bristling and a dagger clutched in each hand.
"Lana. Take Nathan back to camp, please," Myca whispered, her voice shaking dangerously. The brunette boy whipped around, his hazel eyes widening.
"No, Myca, I--"

"No, you don't. And you have every right to be here." She enunciated each syllable; she didn't look at Nathan, but they words were clearly meant for the boy. "My sincerest apologies for my cousin. Now, we are actually here on business, on behalf of our clan."
Nathan crossed his arms, scanning the group through narrowed eyes. They all were fairly tall, and appeared strong; if someone were to place bets in a fight, he didn't doubt that they would put their money on the Warfangs. He smirked slightly. The Silverfangs were smaller, but quicker. He could take any of them.
He continued to look over the group--a fairly standard patrol he assumed, except for the one girl hiding near the back, behind another girl--oh. She was kind of pretty, for a dog, he could giver her that. She was mumbling to herself, though, and holding a knife, as if she wanted to jump over and rip out all of his groups' throats. Eh, he could probably beat her, too. He straightened up a little bit. This was the good part, now he could put himself to the real test: if the Warfangs took the bait that Myca was stringing out, he would be able to do a little reconnaissance on the way. Never a bag thing to know the enemy's territory.
But for some reason, his fur was prickling a little uncomfortably at the icy glare pinning him to the spot.