Mother
key notes
grew up in a tyrant group
was put in a arranged marriage/forced pairing very young
killed her kits when she was very young (honestly can't remember why think it was because her mate cheated on her? just general resentment at her situation)
group tried to kill her, she lost her ears but managed to survive
she escaped to the city where she found sigmund, who used to be a contract assassin for the tyrant group
joined with him and they recovered together
decided to take control of PI for their own safety? Because mother wanted revenge on the tyrant group? honestly can't remember it's been like 3 years
was overthrown by Lilith but Mother had started to see Lilith like a daughter and kinda conceded to her
Mother and Sigmund disappeared
now they have followed the classic cats to this new land and are sorta just lingering ?
might join a clan under new names?

the future vibes
thinking she's sort of a grandmotherly figure? except she knows many ways to kill you?
maybe adopt some kits eventually? that could be cute.




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Crumblingdynasty
History is written by the victors, painted by the artists, and told by the poets. She would never consider herself a victor in her own story, nor an artist to paint a pretty picture of the past, and definitely not a poet to tell her devastating tale in a way that leaves the listener hoping for a happy ending. Her skill lay within her wealth on knowledge not with her words and her feelings are not those to be swayed by the brief victories she might gain along the way towards her inevitable end. Born in the dark, under the disgusted green eyes of her father and frightful golden of her mother. Born in a group of three where only one got to wear the crown and the others were left to crumble and fall away from the perfect and happy little family. Finding escape in the unknown, in the promise of new and better beginnings. What she gained instead was a broken crown and tattered family. All her knowledge useless in the time she needed it the most, her bonds severed and rotted away by the cruel mockery of life. At times she feels as if the phantom of her failure stalks her steps and drives her to push herself to new limits and play on the edge of the extreme. Where one she weighed her decisions, she now leaps into the mud of destructive choices with nary a care of the consequences and mess such actions leave behind. Living in a fast lane towards her own destruction without the desire to take a moment and consider a different path. At times she's unsure if she's punishing herself, her sister, or the memories of those left behind. Her golden bengal pelt is long and easily tangled, a hinderance in warmer weather but beautiful if impractical. Her golden eyes have barley a moment to spend on those she cares for, so busy chasing battles to fight and dangers to confront. Bold in the threat of confrontation and fierce in the face of a challenge she is not one to cower or hesitate in her conviction. There are parts of her to be admired just as there are parts of her to scorn. But there is no such thing as perfection and to chase it is a fools errand.



kits/adopted? nieces or nephews (if interested hit me up)

Phantomkit/prince (2)- named cause his silver coat - quiet and unassuming but actually arguably the most naturally gifted and talented of his siblings. Keeps it hidden to not draw his mothers ire for overshadowing Laruel. Laurel's confidante but also slightly manipulates his brother at time using is favor to make things easier for him. Has a soft spot for Spare.
Laurelkit/crown - named after her deceased brother - favored, allowed much more freedom than his siblings but at the same time carries the pressure of his mothers focus
Smolderingkit/ruins - the rebel. He has a explosive temper and often speaks without thinking. Cutting tongue and often refuses to apologize for anything.
Sparekit/heir - looked exactly like laurel which would make one think he would be favored just as much as his brother. But in truth the opposite is true, because Spare has green eyes instead of gold. Born the runt his mother has always been rather dismissive of him. Leaving him a stuttering nervous mess in most situations. Not use to attention being on him and often being used as an easy target for Smoldering's temper as he grew up with him.

the rebel, the favorite, the spare, and the quiet one.