Leader leads the clan TAKEN, DO NOT APPLY
Deputy leader's second in command, organizes patrols OPEN, LEADER DECIDES WHICH IS CHOSEN !
Medicine Cat heals sick or wounded cats, connection with StarClan OPEN, LEADER DECIDES FIRST CHOSEN !
Warriors hunters and fighters, also guards camp OPEN INDEFINITELY
Apprentices warriors in training OPEN INDEFINITELY
Elders retired warriors OPEN INDEFINITELY

One of my babies got a redesign<3.
I wasn't really... Attached persay to the other two I had given him myself, so I decided to commission =DetectiveFoxwood for a redesign as well as an application sheet of him. Honestly lovin' this design to bits<3.
Everything is pending simply due to my laziness, and not to mention I stayed up all night, sooo, yeah.

He's open for RPs!

• _{15th June 2013 - Information layout added}

_{Name : Bandit}

_{Previous Names : Dazekit, Dazepaw}

_{Informal : None}

_{Gender : Male}

_{Breed : Birman x Norwegian Forest Cross / Unknown}

_{Age : 12 - 24 Moons { 1 Year - 2 Years } ---------- Approximately 17 Moons right now}

_{Season of Birth : Autumn/Winter}

_{Brief Description : x}

_{Fur Length : Long}

_{Fur Texture : Soft + Thick}

_{Body Type : Slightly large in size, heavily and sturdy built with well-built muscles}

_{Unique Features : Fur, 'Mask', Voice}

_{Voice : Pending}

_{Scent : A slight hint of rosemary, with a mixture of lavender and dill}

_{Scars : Shoulder, Neck, Cheek}

_{Disabilities : x}

_{Clan : None [ Previously WillowClan ]}

_{Profession : Rogue [ Formally House-pet ]}

_{Thoughts : ""}

_{Mentor : None}

_{Previous Mentors : Dovesong}

_{Apprentice : None}

_{Previous Apprentices : None}

_{Strength : 4.5}

_{Attack : 2.5}

_{Speed : 2.5}

_{Endurance : 3.5}

_{Tactics : 5}

_{Herbal Knowledge : 3}

_{Kittening Knowledge : 4}

_{Prophecy Decoding : 1}

_{Belief in StarClan : 2.5}

_{Tactical | TEXT}

_{Tactical : x}

_{Mature | Logical | Overprotective | Reserved | Realistic | Overly Critical}

_{Mature : Pending}

_{Logical : Pending}

_{Overprotective : Pending}

_{Reserved : Pending}

_{Realistic : Pending}

_{Overly Critical : Pending}

_{Chapter One: TITLE HERE | Chapter Two: TITLE HERE | Chapter Three: TITLE HERE}

_{Chapter One: TITLE HERE : Pending}

_{Chapter Two: TITLE HERE : Pending}

_{Chapter Three: TITLE HERE : Pending}

_{Mate : None}

_{Previous Mates : Lilac}

_{Offspring : Jester, Dapple, Coon, Autumn}

_{Parents : Stormleap x Emberstar}

_{Siblings : Ironeyes, Sweetsoul, Owlpaw, Spiderpaw, Berrypaw, Blossomwhisker}

_{Grandparents [Father] : Tallear x Silvertongue}

_{Grandparents [Mother] : Darktail x Palewhisker}

_{Extended Family : Pending}

_{Relationship Chart : Pending}

_{Looking for :}

• _{✘- Lasting relationship}

• _{✘ - Quick Fling}

• _{✔ - Doesn't Know}

_{Sexual Orientation : Hetrosexual / Straight}

_{Likes :}

• _Pending

_{Dislikes :}

• _Pending

_{Current Attractions : x}

_{Sexual Activity :}

• _{- Nothing / Minor Happenings}

• _{- Has been sexually active with}

• _{- Regretted}

_{[ Name | Clan | :bullet: ]}

_None

_{Facts :}

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_{Advantages :}

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_{Weaknesses :}

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_{Likes :}

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_{Soundtrack : x}

_{Using Softpaw [ From #The-Blue-Tides ]}

<sub>The tom-cat was beginning to get on her nerves; her teeth were now clamped together and her tail bristling and twitching in a constant manner. “Planning it? No” She had responded in a emotionless voice, her albino eyes narrowed as she had watched the male struggling to stand up. “I wouldn’t go through the bother to bury you. I’d rather leave your deceased carcass out in the open, allowing the crows to feed off you” She obviously didn’t sympathize with the pain the tom was enduring, she hadn’t seen any reason too; he’d probably do the same. Her ears twitched at the clumsy movements the male made as he eventually pressed his heavy weight against her, leaning on her shoulder. The sudden pressure on Softpaw’s body had forced her to take a step to the side, pressing her entire weight against the ground to regain balance.”Oh, really? Well, perhaps next time you’ll be more cautious!” The apprentice had snarled, ears pinned against her cranium.
Everything after that went by quietly, much to Softpaw’s favour. Although in the back of her mind, she kept repeating to herself not to attempt to murder Tigersun as it surely would end terribly; those things always did. The weight of the male pressing against her was beginning to quickly ware away what was left of her energy and strength, and it irritated her. Wasting her time helping out a tom-cat, who had stupidly got himself badly wounded! But, unfortunately, that was her duty and she therefore had no choice.

Softpaw’s nose had crinkled up in disgust as the strong, bitter scent of the old abandoned fox den came nearer. Revolting creatures, foxes were, causing chaos and bloodshed and always leaving a vile stench behind them. Letting out a low growl, the small she-cat had to quickly stop in her tracks as Tigersun had decided to halt to catch his breath. “Oh for StarClan’s sake! Your pretty pathetic, you know? We're only a few tail lengths away from the dammed den, you’ll have plenty of time to rest there!” Softpaw had spat, fury burning in her albino gaze.</sub>

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_{Bandit © *CrayonSoup}

_{Artwork, Design © =DetectiveFoxwood}

_{#WarriorsValleyStream © *xHalfaLife101x}

Brid like "rid", dik like "leak"

Whisper of the Wind

Spark 1

Spark 2

Breeze

The Static Slam is a move Bridikai developed soon after earning proper training in Air Tribe. He uses his Spark 2 Skill, and transfers all the energy he an into one, or both of his forepaws, creating a jolt of electricity that is visible to the naked eye. While it's not particularly dangerous damage wise, aside from the claws, it's mostly used as a stunning maneuver in order to try and gain the upperhand in a battle. It can leave Bridikai rather drained, and may leave him open to the next attack if his initial Slam missed it's target.

Bridikai, ever since he had been born, has always been a rough-houser. He loved to get into tussles with other cats his age, and will always be the last one to quit anything. His rowdiness had been the cause of some stress to his parents when he was young, as a kit coming back from just out of their eyesight with scratches and leaves littering his pelt. His mother constantly worried about him, but his father encouraged his behavior, claiming it to be signs of a strong spirit.

His two siblings refused to play with him some days though, insisting to their parents that Rumble was too rough and hurt them. This issue eventually attributed to his pessimistic nature as well- one night as a kit, while rough housing with his sister in the bushes, he tackled her too harshly, and tumbled her into a thorn bush. The incident caused a thorn to pierce her left eye, blinding her and nearly killing her. He never forgave himself for it, and he didn't think his sister did either.

However, as the tom grew older, his rowdy nature mellowed out into his next trait.- But he still loves playing around between his duties, don't get that wrong. He's just more careful these days.

Bridikai's rough kit-hood evolved into a sense of courageousness as he grew older. Contributed by his kind heart, the bronze colored tabby tom would always rather be on the front lines, protecting those who can't protect themselves, or matter more than himself. His courage outweighs his power sometimes, but that doesn't stop him from trying his hardest to serve his Tribe to the fullest. Had he been old enough when the Final Battle happened, he would have argued against his parent's refusal to fight, and offered his own life to protect his friends. But because of how young he had been, his desire was noble, but denied by his family.

His heart was always in his Tribe however, for as little as he remembered, and his later earned tattoo had always been a reminder of his birth-home. His Mother and Father had been Air Tribe Warriors, and despite their loud disapproval of the battle and minds riddled with desperation, they admired their eldest kit's courage, and his father, as soon as he was old enough, trained Bridikai in battle and hunting tactics.

It was when his family died and left that he discovered cats returning to the Tribes, and his brave spirit returned years later, to do what he always wanted to do- to protect Air Tribe, and fight any battle that threatened them. He'll never forget his years as an Exile, but he'll work his hardest to do whatever's needed for his Tribemates.

However courageous Bridikai's heart may be, his mind seems to be at a constant war with his desires. No matter how hard he tries, he can never shake the notions that a plan may fail, or his strength may not be enough to do his duties- these moments of doubt serve as a terrible break in his guard in battles before he can shake the thoughts. His pessimism stems from his kit-hood, and his parents' unbridled, uncensored words foretelling death at the hands of the fighting.

His father was a strong warrior, but his heart was not in the war, and refused to fight for either side, never wanting to risk his mate or kits' lives in a battle he couldn't find the resolve to fight in. His loyalty to his Tribe caused him to make excuses, even years after they made their decision, and claiming it was a battle for death, and none would survive. Ingraining these thoughts in his kits' heads caused them to believe anything would end badly unless by a miracle.

Both Bridikai's parents together was worse than just his father. They yelled and they ranted, their minds nearly broken by despair, scarring their young kits' minds with the thought that no matter how hard they tried, they would always fail. However, Bridikai is fighting valiantly against his pessimism, and strives to be the best warrior he can be.

His imagination can take him many places, and as a kit it served as a brilliant way to play with his siblings, and as he grew older, it too, evolved to solidify his skills as a skilled Warrior. He loves coming up with new, -albeit unorthodox- ways of fighting or hunting, sometimes even patrolling. And because of his lack of knowing when to shut up, the tom will share his ideas with any who will bare to listen; and sometimes he'll even tell another cat, even if they don't want to him.

However, his imaginative mind wanders farther than is recommended though, and he catches himself thinking about awkward or depressing situations that he'd rather not think about. Be they good, or bad, Bridikai has a terrible habit of day-dreaming and allowing his mind to wander off into it's own little corner of reality.

If another cat were to attempt talking to him to these brief lapses of attention, one can generally tell if it was pleasant or the opposite by how he'll react. Sometimes in moments of exhaustion, he'll sink into a moment of semi-conscienceness, and should another cat wake him or startle him, depending on the severety of the half-dream, his imagination will snap into his waking reality and cause him to lash out.

Tacking onto his previous trait, Bridikai is terrible at taking hints, understanding subtle clues, or even flirtations of any kind. He's a lovable tom, but his day-dreaming has been the cause of many kit-hood tales of him getting lost outside his family's den, having been oblivious to his mother's calls and lacking the attention to pay a close eye to his absconding brother and sister.

While Bridikai isn't stupid or dense, he merely lacks the mental hints to tell him that perhaps this little detail should be considered, rather than something unrelated. He's often reprimanded for not paying attention, and upon realizing he missed something important, he'll be abashed and feel ashamed to have failed his perception check.

He's not the strongest link in a battle of body language or verbal hints, and will eventually anger if a cat beats around the bush too long, avoiding a direct comment or action. He despises when another warrior makes roundabout conversation, avoiding getting to the point and being up front.
Bridikai doesn't believe in being subtle.

Bridikai, as mentioned, believes being subtle is useless, and doesn't believe in the 'practice'. If he has something to say, he'll say it, whether another cat wants to hear it or not. If he has an issue with something, he wont hesitate to let what's causing his discomfort be known -unless it's a matter of love; he won't say anything unless you're a friend, then-.

As a Warrior, he believes actions speak louder than words, but a majority of the time, he doesn't mind adding on his own spin to the old saying. "Actions speak louder than words, but words can emphasize a point too." And by point, he typically means the point of his claws. He never said he was eloquent, and he won't lie about being a little lacking in the perception department, but he's always honest and true.

He doesn't care if he's harsh in his words unless they hurt a close friend, but even then occasionally the harshness can solve a problem or make a path towards the end of it. He's a strong believer in talking conflicts out if fighting fails, and isn't rash enough to think claw will always work. For a rowdy and rough tom, he's rather good with words.

Again, Bridikai will never fail to get right to the point. When he speaks, he doesn't leap around the point he's trying to make. If another Warrior in his hunting party messes up, he won't miss a beat by commenting on what they could've done better, or even just emphasizing what they screwed up. He's blunt about himself too, and is fairly good at being unbiased as far as skill goes. If another cat is better at him than something, he'll admit it without resentment. The same goes in reverse as well.

His blunt tactics have been the cause of many arguments between himself and others, but he's unfazed by it, and continues going strong as a Warrior. He'll admit his mistakes, but because of his oblivious nature, at times he'll honestly be unaware of what he's done wrong, or even what his fellow Warriors have done wrong as well. While he's straight to the point, sometimes he misses it too.

That doesn't stop him from speaking his mind though. If his thoughts are green with jealousy or pink with emotion, he won't let it slip by without comment should the conversation come to that kind of topic. Something to note is that while he's outspoken and blunt, he won't necessarily say what's on his mind out of the blue- he at least has the courtesy to let the conversation breach the topic, y'know.

And finally, above all else, Bridikai is kind and caring. He puts himself in the way of any danger to save those he cares about, and has a genuine sense of care for all cats he considers a part of his home or family. It's very hard for Bridikai to become angry at another cat, and far more for him to stop caring for their well being. He always gives a cat a second chance, and doesn't believe in letting friendships die because of arguments.

Any harm he causes to someone he cares for is almost always a sincere accident, and he never meant to hurt his sister, or even any one else he's injured just by his pure playful rough-housing. His fault of missing certain things in his perception is the single cause for his sister's incident as kits, and even to this day he feels the guilt it has caused him since that evening.

His heart is pure and true, and he always has the best of intentions in his words and actions, merely only wishing to share his joy with everyone around him, but he knows to be careful these days, and tries his best to keep his caring desires from becoming blinded by his severe lack of attention to the smaller details.

Should Bridikai ever take a mate, he would make sure they felt like the most important cat in the world, and would never fail to provide for her, or any kits they could eventually have.

He's straight.

Bridikai never got over his sister's incident, and actually feels his guilt so intensely that he actively avoids thorn bushes and porcupines. He doesn't like spiky things that don't belong to a cat.

He's an excellent tree climber. He developed a technique using both his weight and loose bark to learn how to slide down the side of a tree without catching his claws.

Bridikai is rather large for a cat. He holds the fur length of his short-haired mother, but his large structure is purely from his father.

He has an unusual fear of pinecones. He isn't sure why.

Bridikai, despite appearances, is actually more adept at mixing his Ability with his paw to paw combat, rather than just using his claws and teeth.

Bridikai has a secret passion for making little things, but refuses to inquire about being a Bone Crafter. He wants to focus all his power on being a Warrior, and nothing else. He's embarrassed whenever someone finds out about it, and at first, will deny it.

Mother: "Terriko" //
Status: Deceased
Relationship with his mother:

"I loved my mother, and I always will. But... I don't know, I think, after meeting my Tribe, she may have been broken somehow? Not in her right mind, I think... But I cared about her until the day she died. She had her ups and downs, but she genuinely cared for me and Melody and Jarvan. She was our mom, y'know? She pulled more than a few thorns from my paws in the past... I'll miss her, even if she might not miss us, after we made our decision."

Father: "Jedikai" //
Status: Deceased
Relationship with his father:

"My father... Man. There was no better cat out there. He was proud, brave, strong, smart... He was everything I wanted to be! He taught me everything I know about being a hunter, Warrior, and how to protect those I care about. He lost a lot of confidence in the world when we were exiled, but he was still true to himself, and was honest with my littermates and I. I couldn't be more proud to be the kit of him, and I miss him very much. May his spirit be at peace now."

--- Siblings:

Brother: "Jarvan" //
Status: Presumed alive
Relationship with his brother:

"My brother and I got along pretty well. He and I always play fought and taught each other little tricks we figured out on our own. He wasn't that smart though- He was actually quite dense most days. But overall he was brave, and I respect him. He didn't want to return to the Tribes when we learned they hadn't perished like our parents told us. I heard he found a mate actually! I think I'll be an Uncle."

Sister: "Melody" /
Status: Presumed alive
Relationship with his sister:

"My sister... there are no words I can use to express the guilt I feel towards how I caused her injury, which resulted in the blindness in her left eye. As the seasons went on, she eventually forgave me... but I never forgave myself. She didn't blame me once we matured, but she never felt at home in the Tribes. She's no longer an Exile, but she remains a loner outside the territory. I hope she has a good life out there, I loved her very much."

A leathery flutter of wings drew Roxas’s attention away from the shadowy swirl of his portal, bright hues glancing up from under his drawn hood to watch two bats flicker out of sight and into the ever growing night. For just a moment, the young Nobody wished he could do the same, wondering what it would be like to discard his mission and duties in favor of flying away into the sky; to own the chance to travel wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted, without consequences. It would be nice sometimes, he figured, but that would also mean leaving behind the only thing he’d known since he awoken in Twilight Town, without a name or memories, so many weeks before. That single grounding thought brought his eyes back down to earth. Oddly enough, it encouraged him to pursue this mission he was on, and with a flicker of impatience, he shuffled his boots against the ground and turned his gaze back towards the rip in the air that he himself had emerged from.

A telltale shimmer and slither of Darkness announced the arrival of another whom knew how to travel the shadowed path, much to Roxas’s relief. The red tresses of hair and the lanky form of his friend and partner stepped through the void, and it collapsed on itself with a hiss.

An indignant snort answered Axel’s comment, the boy shrugging off of the wall to follow the elder Nobody as he walked passed. The familiar teasing smirk, ever present on that face, was greeted with rolled eyes and a chuckle. “I can’t help wanting to get comfortable, considering how long it takes you to get anywhere.” The retort flowed easily as he settled into step beside the redhead, just as he settled into the same sense of friendship the two shared. Roxas’ feeling of wariness eased as it always did when accompanied by Axel, whom had been there since the beginning to help the younger understand life in the Organization. Of course, all his snark and sarcasm were free included with every order.

Darker shadows flitted overhead, joined by tiny squeaks and shrill croons as more bats entered their domain of the night sky, reveling in their environment and taking full advantage of the next hours of nocturnal freedom. In a way, the bats were similar to Nobodies. They moved in the darkness, and took down their prey without so much as a witness from the locals who wandered under their very noses. They were stealthy and clever, and had their strengths that flourished in the absence of light and prying eyes. Well, with the exception of Roxas.

Roxas was a Nobody whom controlled the Keyblade, a thing of Light that dispelled Darkness. While it worked in favor for the Organization, sometimes the teen wondered why he had it, and how he had ever come to obtain it. Obviously it wasn’t like Axel’s chakrams, or Marluxia’s Scythe, which were specific to their wielder. But at this point, he didn’t bother to question it. It was his job to fight for the Organization to obtain hearts, and to feed Kingdom Hearts with them, so that eventually they could be whole.

Though, if you asked Roxas why a heart was so important, he probably couldn’t tell you. He didn’t feel incomplete, and he feels emotion- well he thinks he feels emotion. The other Nobodies say it’s impossible to feel without a heart; they all acted like they cared, or had fun, or were angry, but according to them, it was all just a clever disguise poised by their mind to trick themselves, and normal humans into thinking they were still of those whom possessed a Heart. Roxas once pondered whether his mind was just trying to make it seem like he felt things, but he never came to a conclusion. A heart is a confusing thing, after all.

Walking out past the alleyway’s entrance, Roxas inhaled, feeling the shrill sting of cold air hit his chest with a pang. He hoped it didn’t get much colder. Starting a fight with Heartless was always painful when his joints were chilled. Giving a sideways glance at Axel, he nodded, straw colored bangs bobbing just underneath his hood.

“Good. You need the exercise, what, with all that sleeping.” He joked lightly, turning the corner. Roxas and Axel seemed to have shared the same thoughts, knowing something that required their combined strength to take down couldn’t possibly work well in the populated areas of the rather ragged world. Especially without any confirmed reports on what exactly they were facing. Though Roxas hadn’t been to Hollow Bastion very many times, he knew the general direction of the bigger chasms that surrounded the town in a web of fissures.

Drawing his hands from his pockets, preparing to use the Keyblade in case of any spontaneous Heartless encounters, the teenaged Nobody nudged his friend in the side with his elbow. “Sleep any more, and you’re going to end up lazier than Demyx.” A quiet amused huff followed the continuation of his sentence, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smile. Of course, he knew Axel didn’t sleep all the time, but that didn’t matter when it came to their joking.

Things Pertaining to Appearance and Items

On things related to the character's own personality and past...

Whereas we come upon the portion of powers and skills.

Things Pertaining to Appearance and Items

On things related to the character's own personality and past...

"Odd...you're here, but I haven't felt your presence."

"I'm good at hiding my Aura...my mom taught it to me," said Ursa, looking down at his shoes nervously. "Err, Mister,....do you know Nate, 'cause I want to play with him..."

"You could be useful to me."

"Eh, what?"

Whereas we come upon the portion of powers and skills.

{ Statistics }

[ Out of 5 ]

　Strength // 3
　Attack // 2
　Mercy // 3
　Endurance // 4
　Speed // 3.5
　Tactics // 3

　Activity // 5
　Playfulness // 3.5
　Need for Affection // 3
　Affection // 3
　Need to Vocalize // 2
　Docility // 4
　Intelligence // 4.5
　Independence // 2
　Compatibility with other animals/cats // 4

{ Personality }

[ Empathetic | Intelligent | Sincere | Idealistic | Paranoid | Meticulous | Touchy ]

{ } || Empathetic;; Csilla possesses a feeling of unity with nature and a desire for knowledge and truth that makes her an admirable character. She has a breadth of vision that brings diverse factors into a whole, and can see both sides of an argument without pondering about which side to take. Consequently, she is unprejudiced and tolerant of other points of view. This is because she can see the validity of the argument, even if she does not accept it herself.

{ } || Intelligent;; Csilla has a widely ranging mind equipped with foresight and good judgement, and given the right situation, she can be a witty conversationalist. She loves learning new skills and techniques, and is fueled by an urge to understand conceptions that are new to her. She thinks rapidly and is intuitive and inventive. She is at her best when working with cats with personalities that compliment her own.

{ } || Sincere;; Csilla has strong convictions, though as she seeks truth above all things, she is ordinarily honest enough to change her opinion if evidence comes to light which persuades her that she have been mistaken. She will fight for any cause that she believes to be just and is prepared to be rebellious. To state it bluntly, lying is like a sin to her, and thus as long as no one will die from the truth, she will be the one to voice it, or at least part of it.

{ / } || Idealistic;; Csilla's perception of the world is highly influenced by her ideals; since her youth, she has pursued the ideal of benefiting her kind and mastering the objectives set for a cat in order for them to be considered a good role model. When some opportunity that lends to this cause inspires her, she is capable of such devotion to it that she may drive herself to the point of exhaustion and even risk injuring her health.

{ } || Paranoid;; Csilla has a tendency to fret about almost everything she wants to or needs to do. She absolutely hates the feeling that resonates within her when speaking to someone to whom she owes something and has not done what needs to be done. At times she can seem to cave in from the pressure of it all; what if she herself doesn't meet the standards that she sets for so many others? She drinks in constructive criticism like one would a medicine, tolerating the bitter taste left behind only for the sake of patching up that which is not quite up to par.

{ } || Meticulous;; At times feels the need to simply retire from the world, where she doesn't feel as though she's constantly being put in the spotlight. Thoroughness, hard work and conscientiousness are her hallmarks, and she is such a perfectionist that, if things go wrong, she is easily discouraged. Because of her ability to see every angle of a many-sided question, she is often slightly unsettled when methods other than the ones she uses are utilized.

{ } || Touchy;; Despite her stronger traits, Csilla is deeply sensitive and easily moved by her emotions. Her sensitivity makes her easily hurt, quick to detect insult or harm to herself (often when none is intended) and easily angered. This trait may make itself known in destructive speeches or actions that earn her lifelong enemies, for she finds it difficult not to be overly critical of anything or anyone to whom she takes a dislike.

{ Backstory }

Fugitive. || Born outside the tribes, Lily was birthed to a pair of Light-Tribe outcasts who'd left of their own accord. The young she-cat could actually be considered to have been born on the run, and that has left a mark of its own in her personality and size. Not long after the family finally settled down in a suitable place, they were attacked by a passing Tribe patrol. Though outnumbered greatly, Ren and Keeva still fought, their lives being claimed in the process. Since Csilla was so young, though, the Tribe cats did not kill her immediately after capturing her, instead turning her into a servant of sorts.

Prisoner. || When she was six moons old, the young she-cat learned of plans to "put her out of her misery" from her only friend in the faction. She didn't know why, although she heard whispers of the reasons; something about a "tattoo"... whatever that meant. Then another group of cats came along and confronted the cats that ran this prison of sorts; blood was spilled before the heathens finally let their prisoners go. After they tended to all the rescued cats, she met with a pair from the rescuers of many young cats who'd been taken from their parents, and was taken along with them back to their home where they said that they lived free, and in peace. On the journey back, Lily discovered that rather than a patrol sent out by the Tribes, the group of cats who had imprisoned her were no better than her own parents—and not only were they deserters, but they acted as vigilantes.

Pupil. || Socially awkward for lack of experience and personal history with other cats, Lily often kept to herself in her kithood, even after settling in among the other exiles. Eventually, she met a kind older tom who went by the name of Evander. Many of the younger cats visited him for stories and tips on hunting and fighting; it was like he was their coach. Csilla quickly took a liking to Evander and his advice, and soon began to participate in his sessions along with the other young cats. She was unhappy with her performance, however, having often trailed behind the others despite being their senior. Despite this, it didn't take long for the competitive nature of the sessions to begin to sink in, and she pushed herself hard to excel.

Victim. ||She became an object of derision among those who attended Evander's sessions An accident occurred sometime during her ninth moon, which led to her spending about half a moon off of her paws. It was tough, but she was determined to follow the orders given to her so that she could heal properly, and then come back stronger than ever. She would prove herself to those cats. She would not tolerate being thought of as a burden.

Useless. || Only about three moons after her injury had healed, illness struck the exile camp. Lily was virtually helpless as cats caught the illness one after another. Eventually, even the last reserves of treatments for the illness came dangerously low. It was at this time that Evander caught ill and refused to take what little herbs were left for himself. He held on to dear life for about a quarter moon, but slipped away during a new moon, leaving Lily in a world of devastation.

Different. || Lily left the exile camp shortly about half a moon after Evander's death, when the "Silver-Air" arrived on a mission to "take them home." Who was to say he hadn't come from another faction of abusive rogues? A small part of her knew that he wasn't, but Lily was too shaken up from the recent events to put her faith in him like many others had. She was better off on her own, anyway. She was tired of the bullying, the names, the loss. She was tired of being taken for granted. She knew she was worth far more than those cats took her for.

Vagabond. || Life on her own was far harder than she thought it would be. She thought she was ready. She thought she could handle anything. It didn't take long for her to figure out that how wrong she had been. The weather conditions seemed about ten times more harsh no matter what they were. It was impossible to predict what terrain may lay ahead; the next landmark could be anything from a dead tree to a river to a mountain. Prey was scarce for the most part the farther she strayed from the river, so she did her best to stay near it.

Adventurer. || By her fourteenth moon, Lily came to the end of her journey. She was so frustrated when the river she'd been following for so long just dried up, and the land slowly transitioned into a desert. She was forced to turn back; all that time spent traveling, wasted. The journey back seemed to be twice as painful as the journey out, and rightfully so. There was not a single day of pleasant weather until she wound back up at the exile camp. Thankfully, though, none of her harassers seemed to remember her. In fact, there far more cats than there had been before, and it seemed... Different. What had she missed when she was gone?

Survivor. || After half a moon spent investigating what was going on in the former exile camp, living on the outskirts of the territory which had once been her home, she made up her mind that she would cross over the boundaries, and let them question her as they pleased. There wasn't really anything for her out here. And so, here she is now, as a proud Shadow-Tribe Guard.

{ Family }

Mother || Keeva. Was killed for being a deserter. (Birman)

Father || Ren. Was killed for being a deserter. (Himalayan)

Siblings || N/A.

{ Skills }

[ Seeing In The Dark | Sneaking Creep | Shadows Around Me 1 ]

{ } || Seeing In The Dark | You can see even in the darkest places like it is bright as day!

{ } || Sneaking Creep | By using shadows to engulf your paws you can sneak around loudless!

{ } || Shadows Around Me 1 | You can control small shadows that are located around you to change shapes.

{ Memes & Things }

Will fill out memes only upon acceptance to the group.

{ Roleplay Sample }

The blue-gray tabby and white tom put one steady paw after another forward, a contented smile resting upon his muzzle. His turquoise gaze swept across Ezrael's Lake, a look as tranquil as the very Waters of Ezrael settled within it. Early morning light blanketed the horizon, and Farox found that not a single doubt was biting at his fur. The tom seemed to almost radiate confidence, recently-acquired spring-green wings stretching across his shoulders. He'd walked all night to get to where he was now, but he wasn't done yet.

The Green-Air veered off of the path he had taken up until now, turning towards Pheasant Woods to rest up for a bit and ingest some berries for hydration purposes. Activating his tattoo under the canopy of the trees, Farox scanned his surroundings for any trace of prey running rampant in the forest. Luminous eyes flitting this way and that, it wasn't long before he caught sight of something worth following up on.

His stomach churning in hunger, the bone-crafter summoned a light breeze to make sure that the wind wouldn't shift and betray his position to the rodent. Not having hunted recently, the tom found it refreshing to be feeding himself this time, and as he dropped into a hunter's crouch and inched towards the small animal, he found that his heart was racing. Now this was exciting.

Yet, as the Air-Triber came close enough to steal the inferior being's life away without a moment's doubt, he realized just how mundane the hunt really was. It was nothing to get stirred up over - hardly even a challenge, really.

Containing a sigh, Farox lunged forward, and in the blink of an eye, landed on top of the bushy-tailed creature, splayed paws armed with thorn-sharp claws pressed onto its neck. Narrowing his slitted eyes, the blue-gray tabby and white tom finished the deed, then watched as the squirrel's lifeblood slowly trickled out from its neck, forming a small crimson pool at the bone-crafter's paws.

After a short time spent cleaning himself up, the Green-Air scooped up the rodent and set off again. He had to hurry if he was to get to where he wanted before it was too late. Eyes reflecting the midday sun, he squinted, searching the horizon for any signs of other cats. Seeing none, he continued onward. Making good use of his windwalking ability to ensure his safety, he hurried across the Rolling Bridge, tail streaming behind him. Once he'd gotten all the way across, the bone-crafter hurried north, slowing only when his destination was finally within reach.

The Breathing Caldera. Both Earth- and Water-Tribers roamed this area often, or so he had heard, so naturally he came to this place in the hopes of meeting one. However, that hope was not general; there was only one cat, from just one of those tribes, whom he'd so wished to meet here: an Earth-Triber by the name of Shasta. She was . . . she meant a lot to him. The sepia-hued she-cat was probably the only cat in Nandryx who he cared about the way he did.

Letting out a soft sigh, the Green-Air took a few more steps forward until the soft sound of pawsteps invaded his ears. He blinked, raising his head as though he didn't quite believe it - wasn't quite sure that his senses were telling him the truth the first time. He couldn't exactly count on his nose at the moment, the squirrel's scent blocking out the smells of anything else. However, his eyes convinced him otherwise.

There she was. He could spot her earthy-colored pelt anywhere. Immediately, he set off towards her, the squirrel dangling awkwardly from his jaws as he ran. Once he finally reached her, he hastily set down the furry rodent and stood before the other feline, a glint in his eyes as he surveyed her appearance. "Fancy seeing you here," Farox mrrowed mischievously, a grin resting upon his muzzle. After a brief pause, he spoke up again, weaving his way around the other cat playfully. "Something seems different . . ."

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Things Pertaining to Appearance and Items

On things related to the character's own personality and past...

Whereas we come upon the portion of powers and skills.

[ n a m e ]: Tony Teale
[ a g e ]: 27
[ g e n d e r ]: Male
[ h e i g h t ]: 5'3''
[ c o d e na m e ]: "The Rebel"

[ l e v e l ]: lvl. 0
[ a l i g n m e n t ]: unaligned
[ w e a p o n ]: Illegal butterfly pocket knife
[ a b i l i t ie s ]:
>High Stamina
>Basic fighting skills
>Basic knife-fighting skills


[ c a u s e . o f . d e a t h ]:
Bled to death; Multiple stab and gun wounds as well as heavy bruising.

[ b a c k g r ou n d ]:
He grew up in a rather normal family - stuck dead in the middle of a violent, crime-driven city. Like most teenagers in their golden years, he found himself in a lot of stupid situations. Caught with underage drinking, illegal drugs, and even trying to break into a store afterhours! He had his fair share of a criminal record fairly young - but this never seemed to stop the kid. He was a very motivated fellow and seemed to find himself in danger more than he should.
He made it through school fine - borderline grades, and even got his diploma! Never wanting to pursue college, he continued to live at home and hang out with a crew he called.. friends. They were a group of teenagers in his age range who enjoyed the same dangerous life as him. They referred to themselves as a 'gang', but none of them were really man enough to put their name out there. In their city - a 'gang' was a big thing and occassionally lead to, as they put it, 'turf' wars.
This might've been his life outside his home -but inside. He was an 100% video game addict. He illegally downloaded hundreds of games, stolen consoles from electronic stores - and so on. He found the game one day, and decided to try it out. Hey, new games - what harm could it do? He never read any warnings and or 'terms' as he started them, and didn't expect what it was to do to him.
One day while he was headed to his usual hang out spot - he noticed a group of rather shady looking men approaching it themselves. He realized that their.. 'turf' was revealed and attempted to warn his - if any inside at the time - friends of the oncoming attack, which resulted in his death, as the men saw him as a target and took him out. He doesn't know what became of his friends.

[ p e r s o n a l i t y ]:
Highly motivated and determined to get his way - but can be quite the pessimist if the situation brings it up. He tends to speak high, but never seems to execute things as he says. He's lazy, regardless of his motivational words.

[ l i k e s / d i s l i k e s ]:
+>Video games
+>Sparring
+>Lazing about
->Education
->Books
->Things that confuse him
->Smartasses

[ m i s c ]:
>He's a stupid butt
>I hope you know that
>He's a piece of shit okay.
>I'll make something real here when I figure out what needs to be known about him LOL

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