Foxy Warrior Cats

Rouges:

 Trout(Tom)-Small white tom with golden tabby blotches. Has yellow eyes, is over all very compact and well built. Is what some she-cats would consider as... Handsome. Takes after his Father, Fisher. He had always told his son, that "if what you feel your doing is right, then no one can put you in the wrong."

Twisted (Tom)-Brown tabby tom with rustic tints and Rustic amber eyes.He is and was many things in past, things that were easily destraibed and labled, now it is not so easy to define who Twisted it, but in order to get a sence of what he's become, you must first know who he used to be, and what he's gone through. He is the reincarnation of Dagger, leader of Black Blood, ruthless, mercyless and cold hearted. For moons, Dagger had been waiting in the dark forest for the opertunity to return to this world, so that he might continue on the path he had set for himself before he had thrown himself over the falls for reasons unclear. There was however, one flaw in his plans. Starclan, they're always interfearing with the lives of the wicked.They had to find some way to make him pay for his sins. All though they could not stop Dagger from returning, they did find a way to slow him down...but that wouldn't last long, or so he thought. Dagger removed the soul from the body of a kit before it was born. This kit is nameless, it never even had a chance to live a day. The body of the kit was but an empty shell now in witch Dagger could find new life.This was the son of his son, ironic. He would live in Shadowclan undetected, and one day, he would make his move and rule the forest. That was the plan, but this body, was broken... Starclan knew what he was going to do to this kit, so they cursed it's body in a number of ways. One, it's leg is crippled, every step bringing Dagger pain, the body is useless in his mind, he cannot fight when he is so weak...The second curse is that of inprisonment. Dagger's spirit is forever trapped in the body of TwistedDagger, he cannot just leave it as he came in. The only way to set his spirit free is for him to die for the second time.His spirit can leave the body but only for a very short amount of time, while his spiritwas not present in the body, Twisted's eyes would change to a souless black, but then he is forced to return again. The third curse, is the will to live. Despite how much he loaths this body and every cat around him, he cannot bring himself to take his own life as he did in past. The last curse is perhaps the worst of all. Love. Somehow, Starclan found a way to melt his cold heart, just enough so that he fell for the she-cat Flamespark. He had always admired her in her many past lives, for you see she had been a ruthless killer like himself many a time, her soul always reincarnating, over and over. He used to only admire her in how she killed and in her powers to return constantly, but now he had the emotions to want to be with her...this, was a mistake. After a while, they had kits and they were together, despite living in two seperate clans. But for once in his two lives, TwistedDagger- he no longer knew himself as Dagger, for he was not the same as he once was...and for once in his lives, he was happy. This feeling was short lived... beacuse Flamespark was murdered...Twisted went into rage and killed his sister, daughter of Rustydagger, her name was Gingernip. Twisted blined an apprentice in his rage, then ran to windclan and tried to kill the cat responsible for the love of his life's death. He attacked her mate and kits, but she tratorous she-cat was no where to be found. He killed one of the warriors befor retreating, only to return the next day and blind the cat who took Flamespark's life. Only later did he find out that Flamespark was alive and well, reincarnated as Fireflower, and that she had told the other cat to kill her. Twisted didn't understand why she had done such a thing, but he was just releaved things could go back to the way they were before...only, they didn't....betrayl...Fireflower had left windclan, and their kits behind while Twisted stayed close by, living as a rouge so he could still be with her...but it would seem she didn't feel the same way any more. He could see it in her eyes, she had fallen for another, and he would be cast away like crow food. Twisted wasn't going to let this happen, so before he could have his already broken heart rip out, he left, never to return to the clans again... He went to the tribes, a place where no one would reconize his face, or hear of what he had done. A place where he could start new, and possible have the life he coveted so badly...but the wounds in his heart were still fresh, they made him bitter and hateful. Now he is twisted in many ways...He is Twisted in name, heart, spirit, mind and body. He can't go a day without sufforing phyical or emotional pain. Twisted will never again be in either the ways he once was, he is twisted and broken... The past will always haunt him, but it is his hope that he can create a new future for himself, where he tells no one of his sins and misforchins. He strides for happieness, and if he can't get it...He'll slater thoughs who denyed him of this right, and any one else who gets in his way. The Dagger is poised to strike...and willing to kill... But he is no longer Dagger, nor is he TwistedDagger, and no longer is he Twisted One of the tribe, he left the tribe with a she-cat known as Dream, and together they started a new life together in the old camp of BlackBlood, though since his arival to the tribe, his mind began to repress all that had gone wrong in his life. So, that being said, he did not know he was Dagger, he dose not know where he came from or who he once was, and most importantly, he doesn’t remember the she-cat who broke his heart. But, she came back into his life, and after visiting the place where he firsted died, his memories came flooding back to him. Dream, sadly drowned, and their kits were raised in Thunderclan, for Twisted could not care for them, let alone himself with his crippled leg weighing him down. He is still haunted by his past, he hates Fireflower for all she has done to him...but some small part of him, is still madly in love with Flamespark...thought he is to proud to admit, he misses her, he misses the way things were. But he knows that would be impossible, she'll only end up hurting him again. He tries to drive her away whenever possible, he wants to resist the erge to be near her, but it's hard. How the mighty has fallen. He dosn't know who he is anymore, and soon event he memory of Dagger will fade into lore, as a story to keep young kits in their nests at night. He isn't what he used to be, now Twisted is yes, twisted, and broken, but he is just a loner, thin and scrawny, living off of scraps and a hollow heart.  Parents:Blossomheart and Rustydagger

Jynx(She-cat)-Pretty Black she-cat with Purple eyes. She is a rouge, but prefers the name gypsy. She, is a Jynx, not to her self, but mostly every one around her is affected by her bad luck , i mean, after all...she is a black cat.She truly was bad luck, for when a she-cat, Toxicpaw, came to the black blood gang, Jynx lost her sosical statis with Scarlet, along with her honer. She was an outcast even when she belonged to a group, but then the rein of Black Blood ended with the death of their leader, Dagger. And while Scarlet and her friend prospered, creating a new gang, Jynx struggled to survive…She is filled with hatred for the cat who took her friend from her, and hatred for Scarlet for treating her like crow food. She longs to have her revenge…and one day…she just might have it.

Dog(Tom)-Strong muscular orange tabby with broad shoulder and a white spot on his chest. Has long thick fur and gentle green eyes. He is sweet, but is about as smooth talking as a frog. He once belonged to Moonclan, but now finds himself walking the forest alone, not knowing what happened to his family and kin. Now he roams the forest on his own, knowing he will never see his family or old friends again, wishing he knew what became of them. For now he'll have to settle witht eh simple life of a rouge. If he cannot find those who he has lost, perhaps he can find new love in his now harsh life. 

Scarlet(She-cat)- a bright orange tabby she-cat with eyes like polished amber that seem to shine with blood lust and the reflections of a dark past. She was born into the time where Dagger's Black Blood gang was widley spread throughout rouge terriotry. Her mothing and father, Blood and Claw, among  It's many numbers. As Black Blood grew in power,she too grew to be strong, and do to her upbringing she grew with a taste for blood and a love of the cynical. Her personality is quite odd for that of a killer's. She's can be sweet, even nurturing, with a sypathetic nod and soothing words she hardly seems the murderes type. But looks can be deciving. Despite her british accent and the way she coos and fusses over mostly every cat she meets, calling them a variety of names like Poor dear, Poppet, Lamp, Luv, Pet or Darling, she's really only sweet until the last second, when she's tear out your hope then your throat. It's a game to her, it always has been. Ever since she was old enough to understand what it's meant to lead, she's had a following. It started with her friend Jynx, when she was but the age of an apprentice. She adored the attention her parents so otherwise lackingly gave her. But it wasn't until she met Toxic that she discovered what it really was to be a part of something greater then herself, greater then Black Blood even. In order to join Black Blood, one must prove themself to Dagger, and a riverclan apprentice by the name of Toxicpaw took up this challenge. In order for Toxicpaw to join, she had to beat Jynx in battle, which she did, quite easily. At the time, friendship hadn't really been on Scarlet's top priority list , as it is now. So it was with no regret or even a second thought she shunned Jynx and traded up to Toxicpaw, now Toxic. She taught her everything she new, from killing a cats withougt giving it a change to yowl to speaking to singing poems of lost loves and tragic fates. She charmed Toxic easily, but the more she got to know her, the more she noticed how much they had in common, and soon, they were truely the best of friends. And before she knew it Venom joined their clique. They'd often go out 'hunting' together, and they loved every second of it. It was then that they created the Blood Rose Sisterhood, which at the time had just been the three of them, but when Black Blood crumbled, they took their chance to strike out on their own, to make a mark on the forest like no cat had done before them! Soon other she-cats joined their sisterhood, and as like it grew it power, Scarlet yet again, grew as well, but not in the same sense as before. Where once it had just been about the blood and the killing, now the sisterhood became her family, Venom and Toxic her dear sisters, and the other she-cats like daughters to her, she even had a daughter herself, Poppet. Vain as ever, she adored the attention of being looked up to, being Lady Scarlet, as was her title. She became loyal, a quality she had never had to Black Blood. Now, with her tight knit group of friends and her faithful followers something changed. It was no longer about the just the killing, it was about family. The closer a group is, the harder it is to tear them apart. Or so she thought. She was ontop of the world, not wanting for much, her dreams not as aspiring as Dagger's once were, to take the forest. This she grew to learn had been his Downfall. All she wanted was for her family to grow strong, to keep it and their now sacrid customs alive, but fate had other plans....Toxic and Venom were murdered, on seperate occations of course, but still, lacking her other two halves, she could not keep her hold on the sisterhood, striken with grief and bound by sorrow, the Blood Rose sisterhood fell. That is, until now. Moons had past, but finaly, the time for grieving was over, if the sisterhood was to servive, it would have to be Scarlet to raise it from the ashes,and so she did. At the moment, it only consists of she, her daughter Poppet, and a new member by the name of Courpse, but she is determind to change this. The sisterhood will be great again, she will hunt down it's members and recreate the family she so dearly loved, drawn together by blood lust and kept together by the bonds of sisterhood!  Even though her age continues to rise and she has changed in many ways, she is still the same, sweet talking, cut throat, song singing, hard core, bitter sweet , cruel, caring, powerful, grudge holding, motherly affectionate she-cat she always has been.  Parents:Blood and Claw

Poppet(She-cat)-Orange tabby she-cat with olive green eyes and razor sharp fangs.Is an almost exact copy of her mother, bitter sweet to the core, sassy and all together untrustworthy. The only cats she is loyal to is that of her family, but even still, she could turn on them should she choose too. Is quiet most of the time, soft spoken yet she can kill a cat in a heartbeat. She's small but tough, and not any one you want to mess with. Parents:Scarlet and Betrayal

Jet(Tom)-A sooty black tom cat with bright amber eyes. He is unusually small for his age but that doesnt stop him from acting like the boss. He is tough with needle sharp claws and teeth. He dreams of taking over the forest some day but keeps it a secret. He acts like he cares for his family and friends but deep down inside he truly hates them. Parents:Brightblood and Ghosthowl

Corpse(she-cat)- Renamed from Keet to Corpse. Corpse has one motto: Attack now, ask questions later. And, it happens to work well for her. She has dull-ish black and white fur and empty looking eyes, so others take her in and try to help her. When they do, they fall victim to her larger-than-normal claws. Corpse is filled with self-hatred and hatred for others. She used to have a big heart, but ever since she was betrayed by the love of her life, she had become colder. She had killed him, and found the sweet joy of killing. Unlike what she thinks, she's very intelligent and cunning. What helps with this is being a perfectionist. She can pinpoint the smallest flaw in a plan. If it's not her own plan, she will make no move to fix it and will sit back and relax as it falls. She's quite a fighter, and will never back down from a challenge. Never again.
Memory-A soft, orange she-cat with bright green eyes. She was reborn a blank slate, and was taken in by Scarlet and Corpse, and given her name. She used to be Fireflower, a cat reincarnated many times over, but has no memory of anything that had happened to her in the past.  She had no name at birth, because her family had been under attack by wild foxes while her mother was giving birth. She was one of the only survivors, and taken care of by an old rogue cat until he grew sickly and died when she was age of an apprentice.
Winter- A beautiful but deadly silver tabby she-cat with piercing ice-blue eyes, you don't want to mess with her because she will claw your ears right off! Winter is an extreme fighter with needle sharp claws and she will use them without a doubt along with her ferocious bite on an enemy or victim, if nothing is going on she gets really bored and simply waits for something to happen or suggests that she and some of the other rouges attack a clan for the joy of it, You'll often see her siting on a boulder alone away from the other cats at times though she will talk to others she enjoys being talked to, she has a close group of friends that are other rouges she hangs out with but other than that she's not very sociable. Despite her tough-girl out-look, Winter wants a devoted mate to her and hopes to have kits someday. Born a rogue, she's constantly on her own so, no one knows if she still has her parents around or not

((PICTURE?))Dreaded- A rouge who detests all the clans. He enjoys making fun of them, though he's a bit loyal to the ones he mainly cares about. Though that seems to be no one these days. He doesn't know himself much, since he lost his family to the clans. As a apprentice old he decided to fend for himself instead of turning to Two legs. He's a black furred cat with glittering green eyes full of emptiness.

Caramelpaws(She-cat)-A Sweet and kind ginger she-cat with brown swirls and a gray and black tipped tail. Her eyes are the color of grass in the summer. She hangs out with Jacoby and Tobin and has taken to their crazy ways. She loves to chew on bones and eat all the time and will do almost anything as long as she can hunt on the way. She always has a stash somewhere and isn't willing to share unless its with Tobin or Jacoby. She's a lil crazy and random thanks to them. But this personality is better then the cold and depressed life she lived when she was a loner, after both her parents died. Funny and humorous, she loves to tease toms who try to flirt with her. She thinks its just amusing. She has a lot of energy to spare and recently found a reason to hate the Clans, so she joined the rogues. She wont say the reason or why and keeps it to herself. She loves to joke around and just live life to the fullest.
Parents:Embermist and Clusterheart
Deviant(Tom)-A black cat with lime green eyes. He is very mischevious and naughty pulling pranks everywhere he goes. He doesn't have a problem with killing cats and can get into fights with anyone no matter how close you are to him. Thankfully, he cannot hold a grudge. He attacks first. Then if he realizes your a friend, hell climb off you and act like it never happened. He can be a bit confusing, so if you cant keep up with the ball of crazy, you might as well just quit now. He may seem like a nice cat when you meet him, but on the inside he is sly and evil. A deviant, if you will.

Stained(Tom)-A completely white tom that has a only one black part of him.... a black ear. His eyes are a dark blue, almost black and seem to smile, but under that theres a piercing glare. He is very stocky because of his muscular build. Everywhere he goes it looks like he is stalking and mad, though her really isn't, it just the way his body was built. He sticks to the shadows. Everyone thinks that he is the nicest tom ever and is very sweet. He's a charmer and calls everyone sweet names and give them nicknames. But no matter how many times you get to talk to him or how well you know him, you don't know the truth. He may always be nice to people on the outside, but on the inside hes always mean to everyone thinking mean things He is defiantly not the nice cat everyone thinks he is. Sometimes he snaps and goes on a rampage, telling people rude things and putting others down. He thinks his soul is 'tainted' or 'stained' and believes he cannot be cured and will never fall in love.

Jiveapology(She-cat)-The first thing you think when you see this bright ginger she-cat is "awww, such a nice pretty she-cat." Well thats what YOU think. This cream ginger she-cat tinged with gray is far from it. Her eyes sparkle amber and then seem to laugh and poke fun of you. She likes the taste of blood and will dab her paws in it but she likes her fur to be neat and clean so she wont roll in it. Graceful and delicate she can leap from tree to tree with her powerful hind legs. She can stalk the forest and blend perfectly into the darkness silently and cannot be detected easily. She prefers surprise attacks than tricking the poor fools. She has intense loyalty to IceClan and the leader Roachclaw and is actually a distant friend of his sister. Everywhere she goes she seems to dance and has this happy air around her. She has a bright smile and wont hesitate to kill you if she's ordered to. And if you beg for mercery, shell simply say, "Its too late to apologize and its too late to call a jive."

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Kits:

Silent- Nearly pure white she-cat, with patches of golden orange above both of her emerald green eyes. She has a speckled nose and a constant smug expression. She’s of  small size but big ego. Her name really doesn’t suit her, because really she’s anything but Silent. She’s aggressive, ambitious,  violent, unmerciful,
stubborn arrogant beyond belief  and can be just plain nasty at times. She lacks subtlety, she’s blunt and to the point and can be quite wicked when it comes to insults. She’s a miniature brute is what she is, with none of the grace or charm that comes from her mother’s side of the family, but with the wicked blood thirst and
cynical sense of fun, it’s a family trait.  When she’s not fighting, biting, insulting, laughing at the misfortune of others or bathing in her own ego, she’s really rather reserved and withdrawn when it comes to her emotions, aside from sarcasm. Mind you, she isn’t the heartless little wretch she parades around pretending
to be, no she does care, for her family, especially her brother, wondering what will become of him once he has to live on his own outside of the sisterhood. She recognizes family is important, and that without someone to backing you up, it’s all too easy to fall down, she just has to play her cards right, however the game stacks up to be.  Daughter of Poppet and some copper fielding (now dead) rapscallion.

Lullaby- Lithe and pretty tortishell she-cat with a speckled nose and hazel eyes. She has the melodious voice of an angel and a divine grace about her. The best representation to describe this darling she-cat is a delicate flower. Growing up in the blood rose sisterhood, she’s been exposed to quite a few… sha’ll we say bloody traditions? Which is all well and good, only Lullaby hates getting her paws dirty and isn’t found of blood, it makes her a touch ill really. However, she’s serve and protect the sisterhood in any other way she can- not involving blood that is. She’s devoted to the family- that is to the sisterhood and is absolutely in love with the prim and proper side of it’s culture, the dialog, the poetry, the acting, she’s quite the little actress, and loves to tag along on ‘hunts’ if only for the reeling in of the bait process, not so much the take down. She especially admires her grandmother, Scarlet, who of course bestowed the culture she so loves upon the sisterhood, which otherwise would have merely been just another cult of cold blooded killers, destine to be wiped out by their own stupidity and lack of caution. She spends a great deal of time singing, and trying to get her dear sister to behave like a proper lady and not a rabid dog, which is a task but she’s determined to try anyway. Overall Lullaby is a bit on the soft side, frightened easily but quick to come back with a shrill remark, and despite her thoughts on murder, really wants to raise her own kits in the sisterhood, one day. Daughter of Poppet and some copper fielding (now dead) rapscallion.

Chivalry-  Tiny kit sized tabby tom with bright ginger coloured fur and white socks. He, quite frankly looks bloody adorable. This cute little fuzz ball hardly even considerable of being a threat, right? Wrong. He’s dangerous or at least can be. Growing up with in a coven of murderous witches’ll do that to anyone. Of course, they’re not really witches, just the Blood Rose Sisterhood, though for all of their little rituals, rights of passage and traditions they might as well be. Of course, being a tom born into a, cult if you will, composed of entirely females has it’s drawbacks. The first being he cannot stay. He’s always known this, it was never hidden from him and the day when he was old enough to live on his own always loomed ahead. With this knowledge he’s always been a little bit conflicted. His sisters followed the way of life presented to them without question, as if it was the only option. For Chivalry that life wasn’t obtainable , but the lifestyle was, that is to say the murdering. Since kit hood he was trained to be a killer, how to act the picture of innocents with a soul stained blood red. It’s not that he won’t kill at a moments noticed, it’s only the he questions why they kill. There’s a brilliant  mind behind those bright amber eyes of his and he’s always wondering, thinking and questioning, though he keeps most of his thoughts to himself. But because of his constant pondering the thought accrued to him, he needed be a murderer, he could choose his own path. The only problem with that is he wouldn’t know where to begin even trying to find his own way, since the way of the Blood Rose Sisterhood is all he’s ever known.  Son of Poppet and some copper fielding (now dead) rapscallion.

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