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Leader
Formerly Historycall, Spot reserved for Eggie.
Second in Command
Eggie's Choice
Healer
Saffron
Kuro's character
Saffron~ A jet black longhaired tom with the knowledge to heal using the plants around him. Although he looks slightly quirky with his short, thick legs, clouded pale eyes, small ears, and overly fluffy tail, he moves with a strange yet sure-footed elegance not found in many. Scars crisscross his body, though you cannot see the majority of them through his thick fur. As for personality, Saffron doesn't enjoy betraying his thoughts or emotions and often keeps to himself, usually only talking to his patients. He always seems calm and collected, even in chaotic situations; you can always rely on him to be levelheaded. He doesn't take sides, state his opinions, give or take advise. However, you may be able to squeeze a few words out of him if you happen to have something particularly interesting to talk about. Saffron was born a kittypet. At six moons old, he was given to a housefolk couple who lived near the forest. Curious as any kitten, he dared to venture out and returned not long after with wounds from a dog. The young tom would have never left the house again, had it not been for his housefolks' disappearance Unable to remain there without food, he wandered the streets until he was caught and put in a cage. His kennel-mate wasn't as kind as most, and taught Saffron the valuable phrase, "silence is golden, said is dead." When he finally escaped he fled to the forest. Not knowing how to hunt, he almost died of starvation and a fox attack had an elderly cat not saved him and treated his wounds. The elder made a deal that stated if Saffron remains to guard and protect the territory, the elder would teach him how to hunt and use herbs. A few years later, the elder died of greencough and Saffron set off to travel. He had many adventures and became a very wise man. Then, he came upon Historycall's group and was offered a position as their Healer. By swearing his loyalty, he now gets free food and protection for his work.
High-Ranked Members
Petalblood
Wiki's character
If you were looking for one of the most sinister she-cats around, Petalblood would be your number one candidate. Independant, fierce, hostile, and ruthless, she's a force to be reckoned with. Her primary instinct is every cat for themselves. However, she cares about Historycall's Team, and fights to preserve its ferocious reputation. Petalblood's pelt is a smooth ebony colour, no blemishes laid upon the perfect black fur. Her eyes are an odd, yet beautiful and unique, pattern. They're a sweet amber, with a darker shade of orange at the very bottom. White is also mixed in. One word to describe the black she-cat is merciless. In a battle she has no respect for her opponent, going straight for the killing blow with a deft attack. She, however, likes to keep a fight going for a while, just to see the other cat weaken and die. She has a gentle side around kits, but is unbreakable when it comes to adult cats. Well, perhaps with the exception of one. She can take any verbal attack with scarcely an amused twitch of the whiskers, and can retaliate with a warning nip. Petalblood shows respect to Historycall, though she often doesn't agree with his ideas. Whenever he says there's an attack on a Clan, however, she literally jumps for joy. Most cats know her as the quiet one, sitting in the shadows and watching the daily activities. Others, however, know the darker side of her; the cruel claws and ruthless fangs. She's not afraid to kill, she's done it before. The she-cat can be sadistic and cold, but also happy and gentle to certain members of Historycall's Team. Just like any other cat, she can joke around and even play when in a good enough mood. Someone just needs to bring her out of her lone shell.
Settingsun
Sal's Character
Settingsun is a deep black tom. His pelt has light flickers of brown throughout it, although the brown is just lighter pieces of his pelt. He is the largest of his three siblings, and seems to have the most bright. His eyes are the color of grass on a new spring day. His paws seem to be often placed firmly on the ground, even if he doesn't act as though he IS a firm tom. Settingsun is a fickle tom, always changing his mind about everything. He seems to have a curiosity to him that many others don't notice. Settingsun has a curious attitude, but seems as though he is quite used to being left to his own devices. The leaders never really bother with ordering him and his brother, Sunrise, around. Especially since Settingsun is an assassin for the group, killing swiftly and then not bothering to feel any regret or sorrow at what he has just done. Settingsun isn't a lonely tom, and can often be seen discussing tactics and life with his brother and his sister. Settingsun is protective of those that he loves. He is also careful to hide any love he may have for a she-cat, for their own protection. As an assassin, most of his life is focused on the murder of others, and he tries to keep everyone out of that as much as he possibly can. Settingsun isn't quiet and nor is he even nervous. He doesn't seem to even act as though what he has done is something bad. To him it is his duty and that is all there is to it. He kills under the orders of his leaders, and doesn't seem to think about what he's done as if it's something terribly horrible. Settingsun has a deep sense of pride, however, and gets frustrated rather quickly when others talk to him and don't seem to realize that he wishes to have the final word. Settingsun isn't a competitive tom, but he is rather relaxed. He is quick-witted, and seems able to come up with whatever he needs when he needs it. Always keeping careful to stay one step ahead of everyone - or at least attempting to stay ahead of them. Settingsun has a patience befitting his station, and seems to be capable of waiting for a long period of time for anything that he truly wants. The young tom has a calming personality and seems to be quite friendly if it comes down to it. He enjoys the company of others, despite the fact that he wouldn't hesitate to take their life if it came down to it. Settingsun tries to put distance between himself and those that he cares for. He has never wanted anyone to die because of him, and even though it is his duty to kill others, watching someone he loves die would be the worst possible thing for him to face. He wants those that he cares for to be safe, although no one can be safe around a tom like him. He is a kind tom, although he seems to have a sharp personality at times. He snaps a lot when someone tells him that he isn't doing something right, because he knows that he is doing everything quite well. He is the youngest of his three siblings, although he is also the largest. In fact, he is hardly older than an apprentice would be, and yet he already has this calm, collected personality to him. Although, at times it's obvious that he's young, because he has a sense of right and wrong that most of the older Historycall members lost a long time ago. Settingsun was raised in this group, and he believes it to be his home more than anything else. He was born here, and his parents taught him from a young age that he has to do whatever the leader asks, even if he doesn't agree. And so, his sense of right and wrong doesn't matter because he still follows the advice of his parents. *Kin* Parents: Raeven (Deceased) and Merdan (Deceased). Siblings: Sunrise and Sunset. *Mate* None. *Kits* None.
Sunrise
Sal's Character
Information pending~
Sunset
Sal's Character
Information pending~
Regular Members
Lonesuns
Sal's Character
Lonesuns is a quiet black tom. There isn't even a blemish in his fur of white, having a pelt as dark as night. The tom has silky fur that seems almost as if it was made to be the way it is. The young tom has silvery eyes, and they seem to be capable of staring into the deepest recesses of someone else's mind. Lonesuns is a loner, completely and totally. He doesn't enjoy the company of others, and seems to have a calculating mind, always decided what next to do, or what next to destroy. He is a calm tom, relaxed and oftentimes he seems to be emotionally detached from everything, no matter what it is. Lonesuns is a careful tom, always thinking before he speaks, and seeming to be capable of even the most common type of thoughts. He is a patient tom, always ready for the next big thing, and always ready to push himself forward, taking down anyone that gets in his way. Although, he's not an ambitious tom. Far from ambitious, in all honesty. In fact, he had been asked to take a higher position six times by Historycall when he was leader, but he had refused to take it. The tom had never been good with places of power, and therefore avoids putting himself in power. He isn't a twisted tom, and nor is he insane. In fact, he is quite a bit more sane than most cats that others will meet. He is careful with his words, easy with the way he reacts and with the way that he takes things in. Lonesuns has always been the calmer of the two siblings, much more capable when in a time of great stress than his brother. Lonesuns has an easy personality, although he is quite picky and seems to have an arrogance that... actually.. is quite deserving of who he is. Although the arrogance only shows when one has gotten close enough to pick apart his tiny mix of emotions. Lonesuns is a stressful tom, consistently having issues trusting himself and those near him. However, stressful moments bring him to a close. The tom is capable of closing out his fears and everything else and deciding completely upon what is the best course of action. He often tells his brother when something needs to be done, and is considered to be amazing when it comes to the strategies he comes up with. He isn't exactly a bloodthirsty tom, but he seems to hate almost everyone and anyone that comes near him. There are only two cats that Lonesuns can say he truly gets along with, and that is his brother Lostsoul and the she-cat his brother loves, Petalblood. Lonesuns has a great deal of hidden emotions deep within his calm exterior, consistently allowing them to touch him. A picky tom, Lonesuns is fickle when it comes to love. He has never found it to be a totally interesting thing, and therefore avoids it completely, ignoring cats that obviously wish to take him on as a mate. He believes he could love is someone were capable of meeting his standards, but thus far no one has been able to crack his shell. *Kin* Parents: Deceased. Siblings: Lostsoul. *Mate* None. *Kits* None.
Lostsoul
Sal's Character
Lostsoul is a curious blue-back tom that seems to have a knack for getting himself into troubling situations. He is a half-long furred tom, and is twin brothers with Lonesuns, although they are as different as night and day. Lostsoul's tail is extremely fluffy, always seeming bigger than it should be. The young tom has pale greenish-yellow eyes. Like his brother, Lostsoul has a small build. He is an excitable tom, cheerful and bouncy, despite the fact that his brother is completely different than him. A lot of the time, it seems as if Lostsoul can't take anything seriously, always having the lightest of personalities, even when everything is going wrong for him and for everyone else. Lostsoul has a brightness to him, something that many are certain to notice. Despite the fact that he was raised as a member of Historycall's group.. it never hit him that he was meant to be evil. He always just kind of... kept himself to himself, and bounced around while joking. He never really noticed that his brother was always around him, as if he was his shadow. Lostsoul smiles often, and seems to grow attached to others a lot more quickly than he should. He has an honest attitude, and seems to be horrible when it comes to lying. Lostsoul can't really seem to take anything seriously, laughing at the smallest of things and earning himself several dirty looks from the more serious cats that surround him. However, when Lostsoul is faced with a battle, the cheerfulness seems to fade from him, and he is suddenly more like a monster than anything else. He doesn't ever seem to really think about it after the battle is over, and when someone brings it up he just tilts his head and smiles while Lonesuns tries to change the subject. Lostsoul is terrible when it comes to stressful environments, because he isn't the best when it comes to perseverance. In fact, more often than not, in a stressful moment he'll give up and nudge his brother forward. He is actually quite lazy, hating being in power for too long of a time, and quickly growing bored with things. So much so that he will stop paying attention even when his betters are talking to him. Then he'll just stick his tongue out at the cat when they get onto him, and continue with what had his interest only a few moments previously. He is a terribly, terribly clumsy cat outside of battles, stumbling over his feet and then laughing happily at himself once he has caught himself again. Lostsoul is a bright soul, charming and easy to get along with. He has a deep affection towards Petalblood, and seems to constantly watch her, hiding his worry behind the cheer that seems to claim him. He often likes to be around the more serious she-cat, trying to joke with her and make her happy, knowing that she is secretly very lonely. Lostsoul has a way about him that suggests that he can become entranced by the emotions of others. In fact, a lot of the time he likes watching how cats take things just so he can see how their emotions are with it. A rather talented tom, although very lazy, Lostsoul - like his brother - has a natural talent at most things he tries. But that's the problem isn't it? He doesn't try. He just does things and if it's good, it's good. If not, he doesn't care. Lostsoul, in short, is a cheerful, open tom that loves everyone around him, even if the sentiment isn't returned. *Kin* Parents: Deceased. Siblings: Lonesuns. *Mate* None. *Kits* None.
Acid
Menta's character
Acid is a lithe and agile she-cat with a gray pelt and a white muzzle, going down to the tip of her thin tail. The main feature of this young deceiving she cat is her acidic-like eyes, a bright green surrounding her pupils and blending in with the yellow that gives the overall effect. Her eyes seem almost alive compared to the rest of her dull gray and white pelt, even though all thoughts that enter her mind are of killing. She loves the chase; the blood that spills and colours her fur as she mercilessly murders another cat, one after the other. Acid thrives at the thought of killing those she dislikes, and enslaving everyone else, in fact its a wish of hers to become superior to all and the first step to that dream was the murdering of her parents. She used to be kind and friendly, in fact she was too nice for her own good, until she came across a rogue named Petalblood who twisted her mind; made her believe that she was the only pure one left in the big wide world and that she needed to destroy all evil; destroy everyone until they were the only ones left. Acid, being extremely gullible, believed Petalblood and decided that the first place to start was her family. She doesn't regret anything that she did and will do, knowing that as long as she has the rogue she can purify the world. Normally she can be found with red blotches on her gray pelt, indicating that another victim had fallen prey to her crimson claws - she had killed so much that the blood just wouldn't wash off - or she can even be found laying in a tree, awaiting for an unseeing animal to walk underneath her. Although Acid is a ruthless murderer, she still thinks plans through before attacking someone, knowing that if she's spotted she could easily be ambushed. Infiltrating StoneClan is her next objective, believing that Wildtail is the next biggest threat that she must eliminate, as well the clan he leads.
Karma
Karasu's character
Karma is a rather psychotic tom who lives to kill and kills to live. His pelt is enchrested with faded white stripes that are consumed by a vibrant grey pelt of moderate thickness that covers his whole figure evenly with almost no imperfections. His dull eyes are an empty yet pale green, however, with once glance he can see straight through you like a needle piercing the air. Among other things, Karma is extremely cool-headed, cunning, imaginative, corrupted, agile, quirky and a little bit full of himself, giving the impression to many that he only cares about his needs but this is not so, beneath the iron like shell that contains his emotions lurks a kind-hearted cat that once saw the beauty and light in all things, and trusted in and believed in the loyalty of others (Karma often argues with himself aloud because of this part of him) He doesn't often let other cats get emotionally close to him but those that he drops his guard to are the ones he would gladly put his life on the line for. After a twisted and arrogant phase, he truely believed all cats had "wronged" and that they deserved to die, according to him these cats deprive the world of peace and they must be silenced. This un-predictable tom sees himself not as a savage and brute murderer but a saviour. During his travels so far, he met a she-cat just as twisted as he is, her name as sinister as her tongue, Acid, and he is unexpectedly fond of her (he bares a secret crush for this particular she-cat although he pretends to hate her). This devil has two sides. He leaves a trail of blood shed and death and you better brace yourself because all hell is about to break loose because...Karma is coming for you!
Bright Eyes
Splatter's character
Bright Eyes. What a weird name. But not in the least does it fail to describe this little she-cat, a pretty gray she-cat with black stripes and blue eyes so bright and vibrant, they're almost unnatural. She is built thin and delicate, and small, like a kit, without the kit fuzz. Though her eyes may be bright, what you see in them is not, inside you see something dark, weird and unusual. Melancholy almost. In fact, you can almost tell something isn't quite right in this she-cat's eyes. But, no one know what it is, afterall she never says much to anyone, preferring to remain quiet, mysterious, anonymous. Unknown...
Mica
Kuro's character
Information coming soon.
Ghost
Moon's Character
Ghost is a black tom cat and he's a member of Historycalls group and has a very evil mind for killing others, as he thinks it proves srength but however he's actaully very friendly to members but has a cold tone in meeting others for the first time when they join the group,his eyes are hazelish kinda and he's good at hiding and sneaking upon other cats,and always like sharpening claws....
Cinder
Splatter's character
A petite, pale gray she-cat with inky black stripes and luminous yellow eyes, that would perfectly describe Cinder, a cynical, argumentative and sarcastic she-cat when bothered with, otherwise, she's quiet, cool and aloof. It's rather surprising she is a member of Historycall's Group, due to her anti-group history. One thing she proved early on, is that she would do anything to put herself ahead, starting with getting her brother, Marro in trouble to make herself look better in their parents eyes, yet somehow she maintained a close bond with her brother. She is fiercely loyal to Historycall's group and would never lay a claw on one of her groupmates, but if their leader asked her to hurt anyone else, she'd do it in a heartbeat. She's a bit of a bully to outsiders and enjoys being in control of a situation,, if she isn't in control of a situation, she'll become a cat you don't want to be near depending on the situation. Yet, she is clever and intelligent, not your normal bully, afterall, she tries to turn all the tables in her favor if possible. ~History~ Cinder was born to two doting parents, a kittypet: Bella and a loner(former kittypet): Otto alongside her brother Marro, Early on the she-cat figured out ways to get Marro in trouble without Marro figuring out that she was causing it, which she succeeded in doing and lived off her parents as long as she could until finally they tried to kick her and Marro out. They soon found out that was a bad idea as she killed them. Not long after, as she and Marro were traveling, a tom called Fury, leader of a small group, became attracted to her, and she used this to her advantage, manipulating him into caring for her and Marro. To keep him at her side, she (reluctantly) bore them three kits: Apple, Pine and Thorn. She lived her life like this for three moons before she grew bored and plotted at night with her brother Marro to escape. So one night, they snuck away to abandon her "mate" and kits, but he caught up with them and with some of his groupmates, forced the two back to their makeshift camp. The next night, out of despair, Cinder did the unthinkable and killed her kits while Marro killed Fury, officially disbanding the group. With that, the two headed out and spent a while wandering before Cinder came upon Historycall's group, where she gladly left her brother to join them, not caring that he couldn't join because he had one white paw.
~Parents: Bella x Otto (both deceased) || Siblings: Marro (brother) || Ex-Mate: Fury (deceased) || Kits: Apple (Daughter, deceased), Pine (Son, deceased) and Thorn (Daughter, deceased)~
~Parents: Bella x Otto (both deceased) || Siblings: Marro (brother) || Ex-Mate: Fury (deceased) || Kits: Apple (Daughter, deceased), Pine (Son, deceased) and Thorn (Daughter, deceased)~
Kodi
Splatter's character
An odd cat. That's what Kodi is. He is a large, muscular brute with long gray tabby fur that makes him look even larger than he already is. These features make him a very intimidating opponent in battle, but when he isn't in battle, he is relatively quiet and emotionless on the outside, on the inside, he's a bit more of a thinker, with plenty of good ideas to spare, but he never shares any, feeling that they aren't that great or useful,so they rot in his mind slowly until they disappear completely. Otherwise, Kodi's personality seems a bit bland, a cat could spend their time talking to him and give him the greatest spiel of a story, experience or whatever and he'll respond with the most cut-and-dry comments one could think of, such as ""nice." "Great." "Too Bad." or "Whatever." To put it simply, Kodi doesn't care. He prefers to think about other things that he feels are more worth his time, but don't go thinking he's self centered, because it isn't even himself he thinks about, it's how to help the group do it's best. That is all he thinks a lot of the time. ~History~ Not much is known about Kodi's young life as he rarely, if ever, speaks about it, all that is known is that he joined Historycall's group.
Shadow
Leafy's character
Just like her name, she is only but a shadow of her former self. She lives life but in a shadow, never seeing anything but darkness in those pale yellow eyes of hers. Her fur is reminiscent of a sky with no stars; her eyes like the moon, the only thing shining dimly in a sea of darkness. Her fur is soft and well-groomed, her appearance beautiful in every aspect. But inside she is full of pure evil, hatred and anger. She joined HistoryCall for one reason: to kill. To let out all her pain and sadness, she wants to rake her claws against another cat, make them feel some sort of pain. More than anything she wants to inflict the type of pain that time never heals. Shadowing others' fun, happy lives gives her a twisted joy, an almost painful one. She has a young heart, but with many scars etched into it. A heart with all the broken pieces making a puzzle, but with all the pieces in the wrong places. "I am insane," she will whisper to herself in the middle of the night, after awakening from a nightmare. It's always the same one, filled with death and blood. Watching others slowly die in the dream, seeing them writhe with pain, gives her pleasure. "More," she will whisper, and grin etched onto that pretty black face of hers. "More pain, more." When she entered HistoryCall's group, not too long ago, she had only said five simple words, each syllable drenched in every kind of pain and hurt: "I came here to kill." ~History~ Shadow used to be a kittypet. She used to have five siblings with whom she would laugh and play with. At first, everything was fine. Until she was given to a young twoleg as a present. She was only an object to be given, a toy to play with. The young twoleg tortured her, smothered her, used her. She ended up growing twisted, and different from her siblings. She knew she didn't belong here anymore. One day, Shadow managed to escape. She stayed hidden in the shadows, watching her owner crying and calling her name. Shadow felt a little bit sad, but she held it in. This was what the little girl deserved. And from that day, Shadow conquered all obstacles, all by herself...Though not without more pain and sadness. Worst of all was the loneliness. The feeling of being utterly and completely alone. Being alone makes her hear voices, start to go crazy. It makes her feel like she trapped, although with nothing trapping her except herself.
Shattered
Fang's character
Shattered is a long furred she-cat with red eyes which seem to blaze with the intensity of a raging fire that could burn down every inch of the world, glowing eerily. Her fur is long, and her face, neck, and ears are covered completely with silky black fur, along with her hind and front legs and paws. The remainder of her body is covered with dark gray fur, such as the front of her neck, her shoulders, her abdomen, her hindquarters, and her long fuzzy winding tail. Aside from her threatening prying eyes, Shattered is a beautiful she-cat who seems to be able to charm any cat by playing the role of the lonely loner, traveling by herself, helpless to take care of herself. The deal maker is her way with words; on toms, she compliments and swoons over them like a love sick puppy, and on she-cat, she makes up some kind of sad story like being abused by her twolegs, or some kind of sappy thing like that, when really, she has no tragic backstory. Any cat who believes this act is a complete and utter idiot. Really, Shattered is a mean fighting machine, though she is very....different from other cats when she fights. Instead of making her opponents bleed and suffer by using her fangs and claws, she uses a different technique. Shattered goes after cats pressure points, able to paralyze or even kill a cat with a single sharp well aimed jab of the paw, making her extremely dangerous. Due to this deadly technique, she can easily assassinate a cat without leaving behind a single trace of her being there or evidence that she even did anything. This makes her extremely handy for several kinds of tasks where not a trace should be left. The downside to her is that she is extremely headstrong, leaping into any kind of verbal fight or physical battle headfirst with a bloodthirsty eagerness, even if it is about the smallest thing like a loner trying to protect its territory by driving her off. One thing that Shattered despises and hates is being pushed around by others, unless they are obviously larger or stronger than her, which isn't often. Shattered obviously feels right at home with Historycalls group, as she knows no cat will judge her for her violent behavior. As mentioned earlier, Shattered has no tragic back story, no reason for her bloodthirst, she just really enjoys fighting and killing for some reason. Her mother is the one who taught her her fighting technique, and trained her until she reached 7 moons, leaving Shattered to go fend for herself. She lived inside a barn, so hunting was fairly easy. Shattered was not sad to leave, but more thankful to her mother at it gave her a chance to not be so soft, though even with her mother, she still had to start hunting for herself at the age of 5 moons.
As far as love goes, whenever the topic about it is brought up to her, Shattered shrugs it off and tells everybody that love is stupid and is just an excuse to populate the world farther, before changing the subject to a totally different matter, avoiding any farther talk about the subject. Really though, deep inside, Shattered one day wants to settle down with a nice mate and have some kits of her own, to train and love, and watch them grow into fine toms and she-cats, though she hasn't yet found the right tom, though she hopes to soon. Though Shattered acts brave, on the inside, she fears of being publically humiliated, or getting rejected, whether it be from a group, or by a tom. Shattered enjoys starting conversations, especially about things that she enjoys such as fighting techniques, or something else along those lines that captures her interest. She also enjoys making friends, though not with cats who are unlike her, as she dislikes cats who are soft and petty. Once you make friends with Shattered though, she is a great she-cat to be around, always supportive about her friends decisions unless what her friend is doing is completely mouse brained. Despite the fact that she is always nudging on her friends, Shattered hates being supported, always feeling guilty about it, as she believes it's a waste of her companions times, as she believes she is an unmovable steel wall, when really, mentally, she is sometimes a roller-coaster of emotions, though she hates to show it.
As far as love goes, whenever the topic about it is brought up to her, Shattered shrugs it off and tells everybody that love is stupid and is just an excuse to populate the world farther, before changing the subject to a totally different matter, avoiding any farther talk about the subject. Really though, deep inside, Shattered one day wants to settle down with a nice mate and have some kits of her own, to train and love, and watch them grow into fine toms and she-cats, though she hasn't yet found the right tom, though she hopes to soon. Though Shattered acts brave, on the inside, she fears of being publically humiliated, or getting rejected, whether it be from a group, or by a tom. Shattered enjoys starting conversations, especially about things that she enjoys such as fighting techniques, or something else along those lines that captures her interest. She also enjoys making friends, though not with cats who are unlike her, as she dislikes cats who are soft and petty. Once you make friends with Shattered though, she is a great she-cat to be around, always supportive about her friends decisions unless what her friend is doing is completely mouse brained. Despite the fact that she is always nudging on her friends, Shattered hates being supported, always feeling guilty about it, as she believes it's a waste of her companions times, as she believes she is an unmovable steel wall, when really, mentally, she is sometimes a roller-coaster of emotions, though she hates to show it.
Ashton
Maple's Character
A tall, broad shouldered tom. His fur short thick, and of the ashen grey colour. His nose and whiskers also following suit and being the same grey colour. His fur is fairly clean, not many scars are found down his sides or legs, maybe a nick in his ear there or fur missing there; but for the most part, his pelt looks clean and smooth. Ashtons eyes, a dull yellow, sometimes taking on a more green look in dimmer light. And although a Historycalls group cat, he doesn't always act that way. Around other cats and in the clearing hes optimistic and outgoing, you just can't get him to shut up. Sometimes you could say he forgets hes supposed to be intimidating and vicious. He tries to cheer everyone up, whether it be through a joke or just trying to be social. Though he doesn't get very far with most cats. Most of the cats dark and quiet not really talking. He tries to bring out the best in everyone but that isn't always easy. Though Ashton is a total social butterfly when it comes to cats of Historycalls group he didn't join just for the social commodity. No hes still a killer. When given a task or when he has the urge to kill he will change, as though he has two personalities. He will suddenly become cold and silent up until his kill is finished in which he flips back to his happy go lucky persona, in fact its usually moments after hes confirmed that his target has been killed that he flips personalities. So 90% of the time hes practically a giant teddy bear, smiling, laughing, and doing his best to get any cat he can to crack a smile or laugh a little.
Celeste
Maple's character
A solid black cat, all the way from her whiskers to her tail tip. The typical, Historycall cat. Her fur is short and glossy, her coat practically shines in the sunlight. Her eyes, a typical yellow-gold mix. Celeste is a quiet she-cat, no, she more than that. Shes silent; absolutely silent. Her paws make almost no sound as she pads to and fro, going where she pleases. She avoids all leaves and sticks, not stepping on anything that could cause noise. Fall and Winter frustrate her because of this, crunchy snow and leaves everywhere, making it difficult to stay quiet. But its not just Celestes' paws that are quiet, its her mouth also; she never speaks. She listens and participates in conversations with a nod or a shake of her head, using body language and facial expressions to get her mood across. When most cats meet her, they think she is mute. It can be moons in between when she speaks. He voice though, isn't as gravely sounding as you may think. For not talking a lot her voice can be very calm and gentle, or it can sound like shes dragging you through a thorn bush. Celeste is a good fighter, though she likes to attack from behind and the sides and isn't fond of very physical battles. Because of her small frame she mostly attacks with little small attacks, slowly wearing down her opponent while she, having the stamina she does, keeps going. When trying for the kill though shes more up front and likes to get it over with. She doesn't like having to drag the kill on, and on. Sure she'll toy with her prey a little bit before hand, but when it comes to landing the kill she likes it done quickly and silently giving the cat shes killing just enough time to see her smug face before she goes in for the killing blow. Unlike a lot of she cats she has never had any hope and dream of finding a mate and having kits, she finds kits cute but annoying. And she wouldn't want to be stuck with them. Celeste was born a loner, from the moment she started play fighting with her siblings she found great joy in the sport of it. She always practiced and made her own moves apart from what her parents taught her to protect herself. It wasn't long before she got wind of Historycalls group and left her family to join them. She hasn't regretted a moment of it. || Parents: Unknown || Siblings: Unknown ||
Young Members/Kits
Pantherkit
Fang's Character
Pantherkit is a fuzzy pitch black kit with dull looking blue eyes. The first thing Pantherkit did when she was born was let out a loud mew, almost like a roar, hence her name. Pantherkit started out as just Panther and lived with her mother and father. When she was old enough to stop drinking milk, while she slept, they brought her to Sunclan and dropped her off without a word, not wanting a kit to hold them down from moving from place to place, and not wanting another mouth to feed. The clan took her in and her name changed to Pantherkit. She proved herself to be very arguementative and played rough, always forgetting to put away her claws. She respects cats though if she has a good reason. After a very short time in Sunclan, Bright Eye stole her away for Historycall's group.
Acid and Karma's Kits
Token
Menta's character
Born from a litter of three, this little she-cat is very quick-witted and outspoken, much to her mother's dislike. Token is very close to her older brother, Cyanide, and will often hang around him, seeing as she hates being around strangers or even being alone. The young kit is also absentminded, getting into trouble quite alot because of her inability to focus on one thing for more than a minute. She gets her looks mainly from her mother, Acid, seeing as she has a light gray and white pelt, as well as the white muzzle. Yet her eye colour purely comes from her father, Karma. Although Token has an afinity with not learning much due to her absentminded quality, she will always remember one thing; how to fight. No matter who the opponents are she will make sure that she defeats them, even if she dies trying. She may be loyal to her family, but if her siblings or parents are in trouble she will simply stand back, staying out of the trouble that it would most likely cause her; she doesn't fight her kins' battles, no matter how much it pains her inside. They can handle their own, and if not, then they die. Its the way of life. She doesn't believe in revenge, meaning that she wouldn't avenge her family if they were murdered. No, she would simply stand aside and watch as they all fall in battle, even if one of her siblings were to ask for her help, she would not raise a paw but instead she would simply walk away with her heart tearing in two. It was the way she was raised - the way she was forced to think. || Parents: Acid x Karma || Siblings: Cyanide & Akanite ||
Akanite
Karasu's character
Akanite, often referred to as Aka, is a bold and sadistic tom that delights in his own conceited attitude and arrogance which, more often than not, he is able to hide behind his charming and sometimes even kind and generous persona. A smokey pelt adorns this tom which appears to have a blue-grey sheen in certain lighting, it also harbors small stripes and some flecks of white mainly focused on his muzzle and hind legs that covers his lean but powerful and agile build, although, the most astonishing or stunning part of his appearance is his eyes, a pale amber that illuminates in a way that can only be compared to rays of sunshine but at the same time they can appear almost eerie. Akanite doesn’t always need to be the centre of attention but he would much rather it that way and to match this thirst for all eyes to be on him, he naturally possesses a defiant yet commanding presence that seems to make him even more appealing. Luring all to their deaths with his good looks and charismatic act, Akanite kills whomever he wants, but this fiendish creature does not simply choose a victim, attack it and then end its life…oh no, you are terribly wrong if you think that is the case, Akanite does something much worse- He creates his own little game for entertainment and the best part is that the players in this game don’t have the slightest idea that they are even in it until their last moments, thrilling is it not? This handsome rogue mainly likes to entice his prey by gaining their trust, he may also tease them-make them want something they can’t have or even control them without them realising, but the list goes on-an-on of how he finally takes them to meet their demise and be embraced by death. For some reason, due to Akanite’s behaviour, many seem to think that he longs to have had a more subtle upbringing that didn’t involve the gore that he has witnessed since he was old enough to hunt but Aka will never admit that they are extremely accurate, he already knows that the past cannot be changed, after all, his siblings and himself were brought up with one key goal- to kill all of those who were not pure and deserved to die, but, of course, Akanite being the childish cat he is has never really got the whole pure and not pure thing so he may as well do what he wants, it’s not as if anything is holding him back, he dislikes his family immensely, they’re boring. This twisted tom would much rather be travelling with this ‘Petalblood’ he has heard so much about, she seems far more intriguing, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that he will pursue her. || Parents: Acid x Karma || Siblings: Toxicity, Cyanide & Token ||
Toxicity
Karasu's Character
Toxicity is a very complex and misunderstood tom who bears a striking resemblence to his mother, Acid. The first thing you are drawn to when in this handsome rogue's pressence is a set of enthralling yellow irises which are merged perfectly with various shades of orange, green and gold that are said to almost hypnotise or entrance all that look upon them...obviously this certain trait is how he gained his name, although, his pelt is an ordinary grey colour with ivory markings that are spread sparingly across his whole figure from his chin to tail-tip. Toxicity is usually described as having a dispassionate appearence as he rarely shows his emotions, always maintaining his composure even when surprised or annoyed but when he is with his younger siblings, he is also the compassionate, fun-loving, older brother who loves his family with all of his heart and would do anything for them. As the eldest son of Karma and Acid's kits, Toxicity was forced to grow up fast, and, as a result, the tom gained a pretty fair understanding of how the world worked and became an unquestionably skilled warrior in his own right and his prowess far exceeded that of what was expected of him but also during this short amount of time, he adapted a some-what hatred towards fighting and taking another's life, which in his family, was almost like not breathing simply because you didn't like air. This young tom had already seen so many cats loose their lives to others, some even to his own parents and this fact simply traumatised him emotionly but he never allowed his family to catch on to this, he just wanted to make them proud- Become the cat his parents wanted him to be. This extrordinary tom can almost not recollect if there was any moment in his life where he has been truely happy apart from the small but damaged memories of him when he was un-burdened by anything, care-free, but of course all memories good or bad eventually fade away.