Valk's Adoptables

[Valk]

 <| Below to audition and receive the characters just post a short roleplay sample minimum 200 words, unless you have spoken to me before hand. thanks loves <3




The Cruel Dynasty
(the rouges that could be clan cats)

Hawkfeather was birthed into a line of protectors and assassins. You were either to strictly be a clan cat or a rouge and the decision had to be made by your 5th moon of age. Harsh wouldn't you say? How you couldn't even blink yet and you were already having to contemplate on such a higher level of decision and consequences you frankly weren't so aware of. Thus exactly what happen between Masque (Hawkfeather), Vivienne, Svana and Magnus while Vivienne died two days after birth his other two siblings survived with ease as he crippled by into the hell hole of life. He parted with his siblings to live with his mother Lillypond in riverclan. never to see either of them or so he thought the siblings he left behind are on the lurk for him...
Note: If you do take on either of his siblings I suggest you be acceptable and willing to be thrown into any ideas I have for him a his family, if not don't even bother auditioning for either of them.

good look at   Hawkfeather

Svana
22 moons | she-cat |

appearance| taking after her mother Lilly she has a beige pelt with dark tabby stripes and whatever colors eyes you prefer. Her build is up to you from there.
Personality | Can vary but I want her to have at least one of these two traits; naive and overly-considerate causing her to ignore her own feelings of pain, happiness, etc
Note: If you want you can make her a clan cat but talk to be about it first so we can coordinate the clan, ideas and such.


Magnus

22 moons | Tom (the oldest)

appearance| His build varies, but he has a dark brown coat.
Personality| Sneaky, Conceited, Cocky add anything else you wish.
Note: He is strictly a rouge but if you persuade me to get him to be a clan cat I prefer he'd be in Shadowclan.

The other rouges outside of the dynasty
Vixen

27 moons | She-cat

appearance | one-liner;; lithe, gray and white she-cat with gorgeous, blue eyes

The most shocking thing about the she-cat is her electric, blue gaze. It has been known to send a spark down a warrior's spine before she even spoke a word to them. If the eyes alone didn't do the trick, then her seductively smooth voice would. Vixen has a plethora of perfected tones to work into conversations, from slutty to afraid to enraged. Her pelt is always impeccably clean except after a tromp through the woods. 

As far as looks go, this she-cat certainly has got something good. Both she and her brother were blessed with the attractive, gray-and-white coloration. However, Vixen's body sets her apart from her brother. She's naturally smaller being a she-cat, but their muscle mass is relatively similar. Even considering the amount of brute strength she possesses, her frame is still rather small. Her lithe frame and beautiful coat perfectly accentuate her undeniably feminine curves.

Atop a luxurious, white undercoat, her pelt is gently and randomly splotched with a dark gray hue. All four paws are a flawless shade of white. The gray stops and starts as it pleases, creating a lovely effect on her well groomed pelt. The color paints her ears and nape gray, along with the bridge of her nose. It consumes the fur around one eye, but leaves the other be. Showing up again on her chin, the gray cascades partially down her neck and abrutly stops, allowing the white to show.

Vixen

Personality| Vixen has been independent since the day of her birth. She refuses to rely on anyone and never lets herself fall into debts that have to be repaid. Her sarcasm and sharp tongue made her very unpopular among her kittypet companions, forcing her to separate herself from them. She loves to tease toms, but she refuses to be tied down by relationships of any kind. Her philosophy on life is to take it as it is, not to dwell on unimportant things. She loves a challenge, especially when another cat challenges her strength based on her past. She's quick to prove herself despite any odds, taking on any dare regardless of how dangerous or foolish it might be. Her wit and snappy comebacks make her popular among cats that like a rebel and a downright nuisance to everyone else. Considering she's not out to please anyone, she doesn't really care what other cats think about her, and will challenge anyone who threatens her, regardless of their authority.

the clan cats
(far to loyal to be a rouge or are they?)

Silverfur

17 moons | She-cat

Appearance| A vexing little witch is what she is. Enticing stone smooth frame from head to sharp curved claws, elaborating the very sensational spring green orbs that peer into your very existence.Graceful, perhaps even elegant. In every way she can be. Movements are fluid and akin to those of a feline. Grace comes to her with ease, it's something that she has cultivated over the years. Practicing it since when she was just beginning to walk. It wasn't something that was to be neglected. This was necessary. She tries to be graceful in everything she does. Her body moves gracefully, like that of a ballet dancer. Almost ethereal.

the little witch

Personality| FOR WHEN SHE DOES LET BLOOM A CRACK IN THESE WALL OF HERS… WELL, SHE IS A CREATURE BORNE OF HABIT, SOLELY COMFORTED BY THOSE SHE FOOL-HARDILY IMMERSES HERSELF IN. ETHNO-CENTRIC IN THIS DESIRE – A STRANGERS AFFECTION, ADORATION AND DEVOTION NEVER AS GOOD AS THOSE SHE YEARNS. NEVER SATISFYING ENOUGH, BUT NEVER AN OPINION OUTWARDLY STATED. SUCH LONGING IS KEPT LOCKED AWAY IN HER HEART – IMPRISONED IN AN IVORY TOWER IN A FAR OFF LAND. POSSESSIVE, TERRITORIAL – SHE IS A THING OF INSTINCT, EASILY SWAYED INTO THE MISGIVINGS OF QUIET JEALOUSY AND ENVY OF OTHERS WHO DARE ENCROACH. AND NEVER, EVER, ONE TO TAKE FLIGHT, AS THOUGH NURSED ON TALES OF VALOR, OF THE GLORIES OF VICTORY. FOR HER MIND TO TOUCH THOUGHT OF A PERCHANCE TO BE DEFEATED WOULD BE BLASPHEMOUS. HER HEART IS GIVEN TO THE FIGHT, HER SOUL A PRISONER TO PASSION. SHE IS GIVEN TO FLIGHTY, TUMULTUOUS EMOTION. BENEATH THE EXTERIOR LAYS A HOT-BLOODED MESS, A TEMPERED BEAST OF BURDEN. IT IS NOT THAT SHE BELIEVES HERSELF BEST – VANITY NEVER BEING THE BEST SUIT WORN. BORN WITH A PREDILECTION TO GENEROSITY, HER HEART IS A GENEROUS ONE, HER NATURE CHARITABLE AND KINDLY. IT IS THE CALM BEFORE AN ONCOMING SUMMER STORM – IT’S THE WARM ZEPHYR BEFORE THE ROLL OF DARK CLOUDS; IT’S THE SWEETNESS ON THE AIR BEFORE THE GYRATING SNARE AND GROWL OF THUNDER AND LIGHTNING, BEFORE THE WILDFIRE OF HER IMPASSIONED CONDUCT CATCHES AND DEVOURS. MAY BE INNOCENT, MAY BE SWEET, BUT DOMINATED BY THE FESTERING AND INNATE NEED TO MANIPULATE AND CAPTIVATE. SHE IS WHOLLY ABSORBED BY PASSION, OF THIRST, BY A NEED TO LOVE, AND BE LOVED IN RETURN. HER HEART SHAMELESSLY CARRIED ON THE SLEEVES OF HER GOWN.

[Valk]

Name: Stormpelt

Gender: Tom

Age: 24 moons

Rank: Deputy

Appearance: 

Stormpelt is built sturdily yet leanly, made for fighting with powerful strikes that can bring down opponents in a few well placed swipes. his wiry frame is covered by long, feathery fur that is changes shades of gray as you continue down to his paws. these patterns flow into a solid black feather duster of a tail, long and plume like. the markings on his face make a mask of silver cut by a diagonal across the left eye and an eye patch-like mark of dark grey across the other, framing chartreuse eyes where the olive-gold in the center fades out radically to pale green. though stormpelt is average height, his thick layers of fur give him an appearance that is slightly larger than average while still giving him the ability to move through small spaces. when hostile or caught by strong emotions, the thick fur can fluff out to make him twice his normal size. an scars or mars on his skin are hidden under the fur and do not show through except for a shallow scar across the bridge of his nose from a poorly dodged claw. what could have led to a cuddly appearance is sharply countered by the bored an uninterested expression he usually wears, or alternatively the cruel smirk that seems to be silently patronizing every word that cats say. he holds himself proudly, always looking down on others and speaking in pleasant conversational tone laced with undertones of venom. stormpelt is sinewy power packed into the body of a born autocrat, and is akin to a very poisonous snake.

Personality:

passionate, strong-willed, and focused would be just a few words to describe Stormpelt. he prides himself on those things, and has a very healthy sense of self-worth. he really thinks that he was specifically chosen by starclan to carry out the deeds that they weren't strong enough themselves to carry out, and he will proudly tell another cat this if they try and get in the way of his mission. Stormpelt is pretty impulsive and quick to jump the gun if he gets an idea, and rarely thinks things through being doing them. this has led him into more trouble than he likes to reflect on. but after many moons of troubles he has learned to become quiet considerate of feelings at least to an extent.  If you do not matter to him or purpose as an obstacle in his mission you will be knocked down without a second thought but if not then you will be glad to have him think before he acts with you.

when it comes to she-cats, he's something of a dog. Stormpelt, will amuse himself by the flirting with a she-cat and conquering her heart and soul before quietly breaking it. Although he is one to believe that there is a such thing as “the one” that is meant to carry out the mission of starclan with him. If he does lock his mind on a she-cat that is “the one” no one will be able to make him not retrieve her as she is a part of his mission of power. 

Stormpelt despite how charming, considerate and popular he is among everyone this cat has a slight problem. He is a bully, murderer and a borderline cannibal. He is a swift liar at that too but only on big subjects such as how Hawkfeather’s mother disappeared, despite what everyone else thinks the giant cat tasted her flesh and since then has had a slight craving for cats in general. His secrets lie within the night and sometimes he will go out in search of rouges to “serve the treatment they deserve” or in other words eat them to satisfy his growing hunger. He believe the reason he is half cannibal is because Starclan has granted him the task to get rid of useless cats and use their strength to aid him. He has an everlasting hatred for Hawkfeather who he granted the status of outcast due to Stormpelt’s paranoia that he might just know that he devoured the bronze cat’s mother out of pure curiosity. In addition for his reasoning behind the hatred lays further secrets that the gray cat has murdered to keep hidden.  

To sum of the storming gray cloud is to not judge a book by it cover and it is to be taken literally.