Edit 11/16/14: She's leaving ST in hopes of going to LT to avoid all of the Alriyel shit
Edit 7/7/14: Updated ref for the age up! New app art was drawn by my fantastic friend rrath <33 Go give Rath some love
Edit 3/14/14: Finished her app!
Edit 3/8/14: History and relations section have been completed! Personality is still a WIP
oops my finger slipped
the beautiful design was one I adopted from NinjaCheetah"Here is the thing about equality: everyone's equal when they're dead""You are what you love, not who loves you" "I'm never going back; the past is in the past" "I want adventure in the great wide somewhere. I want it more than I can tell""Crash, crash burn; let it all burn. This hurricane is chasing us all underground.... there is a fire inside of this heart and a riot about to explode into flames""On a mountain he sits, not of gold but of shit... On his face is a map of the world. From yesterday it's coming. From yesterday, the fear. From yesterday it calls him, but he doesn't want to read the message here"
If anyone wants to play any other her brothers/cousins/family members let me know! The only ones who are not open are Snake and Severus eue
Name: Eryx (AIR-ix)
Kit name: Jenna
Age: 18 moons
Breed: American Shorthair X Moggie
Build: When it comes to her build, Eryx doesn’t particularly fit the idea of a small, petite build of a female. In fact, she doesn’t really have a feminine build at all. Instead, Eryx has found herself leaning towards the stocky side of the spectrum. Well, it’s not just that Eryx is stocky… she’s also a little chunky. It is possible that at the moment she still has her baby fat, which will leave her as she graduates to adulthood, but it is generally unknown. She’s also relatively short with small, lean muscles. In summation she’s “short, fat and proud of that.”
Pelt: Eryx gets her good looks from her father’s side of the family. Like her father Barnabas Eryx was born with short, thin fur. This fur is perfect during late spring and summer, but it is a real nuisance in the winter. Her pelt is a soft shade of ginger, just a little duller than autumn leaves. She has a lighter underbelly and paws, with part of the color extending onto the underside of her tail. She has several dorsal stripes, each darkening in color as they get closer to her spine. Along with those stripes, she has darker stripes that start towards her hindquarters, extending down to her back legs and all the way up her tail.
Size and Stature: As stated previously, Eryx is a relatively short cat with a stocky build. She is for the most part lanky, with only a little bit of muscle on her legs. Her neck and torso are thick, but that’s mainly chub at this point. With a little training and hard work she may lose that fat and become decently muscled, though it’s expected that she will never get too big. Chances are that she will always appear lanky, no matter how strong she becomes.
Gait: Eryx has a relaxed gait most of the time, which can be described as more of a lollop. She tends to roll forward into her steps, which may be due to her cumbersome size. Her pace is relaxed most of the time, generally going slow. Her pawsteps are loud and clumsy, which makes her a poor hunter at best.
Expression: When it comes to her expression, Eryx rocks the “vaguely pissed off” look most of the time. When she’s not sporting that charmer, she usually looks like a cocky jerk. With the latter she usually has a sly smirk on her maw, somewhat matching her tattoo, and a devious look in her pale eyes. She seems to have some sort of adventurous sparkle in her eyes at all times, which is something that can never be dulled.
Accessories: Eryx currently only has an eyebrow piercing, which is located above her left eye.
Current Tribe: Shadow-Tribe
Past Tribe(s): None
Past ranks: Loner
Past Tattoos: Black-Shadow| Pink-Orange-Shadow
Skill set: Secondary
Is This A Name?
You start to learn the meaning of true names and how to use them!
Seeing The Soul
You can see the flow of energy through the body of other animals, what they refer to as their soul!
Control Through The Name 1
Using your understanding of souls and names, you start to be able to control small animals and insects by commanding them with their true names! Requires a LOT of energy.
Understanding Of Emotions
By looking at the souls of other cats, you become able to vaguely detect how they are feeling.
Control Through The Name 2
You start to be able to control Medium sized animals using their true names! Requires a LOT of energy.
You start to get a strict control over your own emotions, now being able to blend them out completely at will.
Romanticism: Biromantic (strong female preference)
Current attractions/crushes: Yellow-Light Niamh
Past attractions/crushes: Omnia
Past mate: N/A
-Calico pelts or stripes
- Amber eyes
Clever| Perceptive| Romantic| Adventurous
Clever|| One of the things that Eryx likes best about herself would have to be her cleverness. Though the she-cat may not show it, she is very clever when she needs/wants to be. She seems to know just what to say in order to persuade a tom or she-cat to tell her what information she needs. She enjoys confusing them, manipulating them with her words and turn of phrase. It’s like some sort of game for her, seeing how long it takes her to outwit another cat to get what she wants out of them. She’s also clever in other ways. Stuck in a tight spot? No worries, Eryx will get you out of it. This ginger she-cat has found herself blessed with the abilities to quickly come up with a plan to get herself out of a tight fix in a jiffy.
Perceptive|| There’s no hiding things when it comes to Eryx. The Orange-Shadow is incredibly perceptive, finding that she can read cats very well. Sometimes she can read a cat better than they themselves. When it comes to lying, cats can just forget it. This she-cat can spot the subtle signs that another is lying, and she’ll probably call them out on it. Of course, a few expert liars are bound to get past her defenses, but there’s nothing she can do about that. Even the best of the best are outdone one day! She has also found that she is decent at reading other cats’ emotions, mainly repressed ones. She’s the type of cat to blurt out, “you love him/her, don’t you?” at the moment. There are cats that are very difficult for her to read, such as the Silver-Shadow, but she can usually at least perceive what they might be feeling. It is harder for her to penetrate their deeper and possibly hidden emotions, though.
Romantic|| Comes as a bit of a shocker for Eryx doesn’t it? Well, shocker or not, this she-cat sure is one heck of a romantic! When she finds a cat that she’s attracted to, you’d better bet that she’d do everything she could to woo them: romantic strolls, star gazing, gift giving, you name it. Eryx will make sure that she compliments her partner at every chance she gets, always letting her know just how beautiful she is. When Eryx finds the one, well, there’s a possibility that she’ll never snap out of her constant romance mode. She’ll probably end up trying to woo her mate every day, even though she already has her. This includes constant gifts, cuddles, and probably flowers. Lots and lots of flowers.
Adventurous|| Adventure is out there! That’s what Eryx believes at least. This she-cat is always eager to go on a new adventure, no matter what it may be. To her, going out and having new experiences is the best kind of thing you could ever do. Usually she’ll be the cat to volunteer to go on any sort of errand or expedition that her Tribe needs, so that she can play if up as some kind of grand adventure. And if nothing like that is going on? She’ll make up her own! She’ll most likely attempt to grab a companion and go exploring. Perhaps she would take them to the sinkhole and play “escape from the quicksand,” most likely by herself. Neutral:
Secretive| Introverted| Stubborn| Rebellious
Secretive|| “Secrets Secrets are no fun unless you share with everyone!” Yeah, right! When it comes to Eryx, this wily she-cat believes that they are meant to remain secret. That’s why they have that name, right? Well, Eryx thinks so at least. Though she may be young and relatively unassuming, the she-cat actually has some rather large secrets that she keeps to herself. The biggest one would be that she is indeed homosexual, but that secret is kept due to fear. She is afraid that other cats will have the same reaction that her father did, thus believing that she must never tell anybody about her attraction to she-cats. She also finds that she tends to keep her past a secret, never revealing much more than she came from a place with a lot of cats. She’ll mention her brothers, but that’s it. The rest she leaves up to the imagination of others, much like, to her disdain if she were to know, her father Barnabas did many moons ago.
Introverted|| Appearances aren’t everything are they? Most cats would assume that with her adventurous, larger than life personality that Eryx would be a social butterfly. But, as it turns out, she’s quite the opposite. Instead, Eryx is rather introverted, as a result of her past. She is terrified of being judged harshly by others for something she cannot change, which has rendered her this way. Not that that’s a bad thing, though! While her introversion makes her shy and slow to talk to others, it also has its benefits. Her introverted nature makes her a fantastic listener, since she’s not much of a talker (at first anyways. Once you befriend her she never shuts up!). She also is very self-sufficient because of this, as knows how to get by on her own. Her need for affection is quite low, and she has found that she is more than content with solitude.
Stubborn|| “Stubborn like an ox” does not even begin to describe Eryx in terms of this trait. The ginger she-cat is stubborn to the core; it’s almost like she is unable to back down. Once Eryx decides on how she feels on something, a cat will be hard-pressed to convince her of anything otherwise. She’ll hold tight to her beliefs, even if she sees the little cracks and flaws in them. Not only that, but once she’s decided on how she feels about a certain cat she will not change her opinion. It wouldn’t matter if this cat did a complete 180, she would still feel disdain towards them. It would take them basically saving her life for her to give up and change her mind. She is also stubborn in the sense that she will refuse help, preferring to take care of things herself. Chock it up to pride or whatever, she won’t care. She will refuse any help she is offered unless she truly and genuinely needs it. And when she finally does cave, you’d better not breathe a word of it to another cat lest you want those words to be your last.
Rebellious|| Erxy isn’t exactly the type of cat to play by the rules. In fact, she sees rules as things that are meant to be broken. Any rules set down by the Spirits? Mere suggestions! According to Eryx, cats have to make their own rules; they need to be in charge of themselves. Just following rules like some mindless drone is stupid to this adolescent, and she makes sure that every cat knows it. If her Silver-Shadow were to forbid her from doing something, chances are she would sneak off and do it anyways. It most likely wouldn’t even be because she wanted to do the thing either; it’d be because she wanted to be bad. Negative:
Petty| Craven| Selfish| Unethical
Petty|| Kind of ironic that a cat who strives to be seen as an equal is in fact petty isn’t it? Well, she is believe it or not. Eryx, though she would never admit it, is extremely narrow minded when it comes to certain ideas. In a way she can be classified as opinionated, but petty suits her more. Small, almost irrelevant things that cats say and/or do irk her to no end, though it’s mainly opinions that bring out her pettiness. This ginger she-cat cannot stand when cats’ opinions differ from hers in any way. They could have the same general idea but a few different minor details and Eryx would still be dissatisfied. For her, you’re either completely with her or you’re wrong, and that’s that. Just be warned, if a cat ever engages her in a conversation that involves opinions, they’d better be ready for some backlash. Especially if they’re speaking about the afterlife, as that is a subject that gets Eryx all fired up.
Craven|| Despite her rough and tough looks, Eryx is a complete and utter coward right down to the core. Though she has no problems calling other cats out on their fears and even mocking them with “Oh come on it’s not even that scary!” this she-cat cannot take what she dishes out. Instead, Eryx has found that there are numerous things that scare her out of her wits. Eryx is aware that she is a coward, but she won’t change. This is because she is too scared to even thinking about facing her fears. The whole idea of confronting what she fears the most head on with no escape terrifies her to no end. If there were ever to be another war, Shadow-Tribe would not be able to depend on Eryx. Nope, not in the slightest. If she ever got a whiff of danger, she would start plotting her escape. She may journey to the battlefield with her Tribe, but there would be no way in the name of the Spirits that she would fight alongside them! Instead, she would wait for the opportune moment and then tear out of there like a bat out of hell. This also means that if there is ever a skirmish at the border she will give up easily and flee.
Selfish|| As can be seen by her craven nature, Eryx is an extraordinarily selfish she-cat. This Shadow-Triber has little to no loyalty within her. Well, loyalty towards others that is. Eryx’s only true loyalty lies with herself, as she sees herself as being the cat that comes first. She will put her own needs and wants before everyone else’s, even when it is crucial for her to pitch in and help. While being a little selfish is good, as least according to Ayn Rand, Eryx takes it over the edge. If her Tribe is starving and the queens, kits, and elders need food, she will make sure that she eats before all of them. She’d end up defending herself by saying that by eating she was gaining strength to go hunt some more. If she sees something she desires, well you’d better bet that she will get it. Even if she has to step on a few other cats in the process she will get it, as she’s all about attaining her own goals and finding her own happiness. Who cares is you step on a few throats along the way anyways?
Unethical|| Big shocker after seeing how selfish and craven she is, isn’t it? Well, Eryx really isn’t about that ethical life. She’s looking out for number one, and as long as she is alright nothing else matters. She’d be willing to let mothers and kittens potentially starve in order to feed herself. She would let a Tribemate sacrifice themself to save her, but she would never in her life sacrifice herself for another or for Shadow-Tribe (save for the possible exception of her mate if she ever gets one). She believes that it’s perfectly alright to lie, cheat, and steal so long as it benefits you in any way, shape or form. Who cares about how it’ll affect others? Not Eryx! She’ll lie and manipulate others to do what she wants so that she may attain a goal, but will never help them out in return. She masks this side of her pretty well, so it’s difficult to dig down and see where her values (or lack thereof) lie.
Cut through the heart, cold and clear
Barnabas was not one to talk about his past. Maybe that’s why he was so alluring to all of the she-cats. Any time they tried to get close and discover his past, he pushed them away. He always gave them the same simple, suave smirk and a gentle chuckle, telling them that that was a story for another day. Too bad that he never really revealed who he was and where he had come from.
Though Barnabas would never admit it, he came from two dishonorable cats, though they never mentioned that they were dishonorable. Instead, they told their son tales of how his father, a hulking tomcat with a gray circle over his left eye, was a magnificent warrior destined for greatness. Well, until another cat was prophesized to take over their old homeland and a huge war broke out as a result. His father had fought on the side of the tom, known as the Golden Butterfly, and had been exiled for his treacherous actions. Though Barnabas and his siblings were simply told that their father had been fighting for the Golden Butterfly since some dead cats called The Spirits said it would happen. He thought he was fighting for the Spirits, and for fate.
Well, that’s what Barnabas was told anyways. They never mentioned how his father, Oedipus, was a greedy, horrible cat who would have slaughtered anyone who got in his way. They also failed to mention that the mother, Antigone, had only become Oedipus’ mate after stalking him and then saving his life. They did, however, tell their kittens about the Tribes, which would become beneficial in the years to come.
That’s enough about Barnabas’ kithood, and really it’s more than he’d care for anyone to know. Moving on, Barnabas had grown up with several siblings, most of whom were not of any concern of his. He had a weak bond with his little sister Andromeda, but that was really it. He couldn’t wait for the day that he could leave his family for good, strike out on his own and really make something of himself. Then he would be living the high life.
Well, that was until Andromeda decided that she would accompany him. The Black-Shadow had asked her brother, sporting a Gray-Water tattoo, if she could join him. Unable to deny her wish, the tomcat had agreed to let her journey with him, though he quickly came to regret the idea.
Andromeda was loud, whiny, and obnoxious. It wasn’t the best combination since Barnabas was relatively stoic, sly, and apathetic. He felt like his little sister was cramping his style; he wanted to live the life of luxury! He didn’t want to be babysitting his practically adult sister at the time. So, he did what any loving older brother would do: he ditched her first chance he got. He did use the false pretense that he missed their family and was going to find them, though. Top notch brother right here.
Barnabas continued his travels for a little while, now solo. He was growing into a fine young adult, becoming rather muscular. He also had developed a certain way with the she-cats, and boy did he love to flaunt that. He was an attractive sweet-talker, one that any she-cat would have been amazed by. Well, any she-cat but one.
Strike for love and strike for fear
In his many escapades, Barnabas managed to meet somebody, somebody who completely swept him off of his paws. She was an absolutely gorgeous silvery-gray chinchilla pelted she-cat with some of the most stunning blue eyes that he had ever seen. She had a crisp, sweet voice that reeled the tom right in, so much that he found he could never quite get away. Her name was Jabaliya.
Jabaliya, however, was not interested in the tom in any way, shape, or form. She saw him as a ragged, scrawny tomcat who could barely survive on his own. She, on the other paw, lived with a large “band” so to say. There were numerous cats in this clan, all falling into line under a single leader. This cat was the biggest and strongest of them all; he had earned his position through combat, proving that he was the best equipped to take care of the others.
Barnabas instantly resented this tom, named Phalanx. He was just as good as that oversized fluff-monster! And he was prepared to show it. Though he did not join the band, he made sure that he could spend every possible moment trying to woo Jabaliya. He would wait until she left to hunt for the day and then proceed to follow her around, basically scaring off any prey that she might have been able to catch. He was relentless, and pretty creepy as well.
Phalanx, realizing that Jabaliya was returning every day with barely any prey, confronted her about this. Surely she knew that she could not slack off, not when there were hungry cats to feed? She had to pull her weight, and if she didn’t she would be exiled from the band. Jabaliya quickly told her leader about Barnabas, how he was the one who was responsible for her suddenly poor hunting. Phalanx didn’t like the sound of that one bit, and he decided that he would take care of the situation immediately.
The older tom sent Jabaliya out the next morning, as he always did. Though this time he waited and trailed behind her, giving her a head start so that Barnabas wouldn’t catch wind of his plan. It worked, for when he crept forward he began to hear Jabaliya talking quite harshly, as well as a rough male voice. Slinking forward, the leader was able to peer out from a clump of ferns to see that Barnabas was indeed harassing his subordinate.
Springing out of the bushes, Phalanx immediately tried to scare the tomcat off. He told Barnabas that he was in no way allowed to associate himself with Jabaliya, as she was a member of his band. And only band members were allowed to speak to other band members. He gave Barnabas and ultimatum: clear out of Phalanx’s lands or be executed. The decision had to be made then, and then forever upheld by the rogue tom.
Barnabas, being the cocky cat he was, chose the latter of the two options. Well, indirectly he did. He spat at Phalanx, and told the older tom that if he wanted to get rid of Barnabas he would have to do it himself. He would not back down nor would he leave; he would fight the gray leader to the death if he had to.
With that, Phalanx dropped any hope of diplomacy he had and sprang for the ginger tom, claws unsheathed and ready to kill. Barnabas met him head-on, baring his teeth in a lethal snarl. Phalanx was an experienced warrior, one who had climbed his way to being the top fighter in his little bamd. He was a fighting guru, and it seemed like he could not be beaten.
Barnabas, however, could not be out of the count just yet. While he was less experienced than Phalanx, he did have one major advantage: the advantage of youth. Barnabas was a young tom with rippling muscles and vigor. It was with this energy and vigor that the rogue managed to pin the older tomcat down after a heated fight, and it was the reason that Phalanx lost his life at that moment.
That was when Jabaliya exclaimed that Barnabas was the new leader of the band.
There’s beauty and there’s danger here
Barnabas was amazed and surprised to find out that he was now the leader, but it was true. He had vanquished his foe, the former leader, in skilled combat. He had bested Phalanx, making him the most capable warrior in all of the lands. He was the best one to defend everybody else, and he could rule over them all.
Barnabas was amazed by the look of awe in Jabaliya’s eyes when she explained what the leader was and why he was in the position. She looked so lovestruck and hopeful. Dropping any negative feelings about this whole leader business, Barnabas accepted immediately, only thinking of how this position could bring him closer to the pretty silver she-cat.
Of course they did have to tell the band. They did, though, and Barnabas wasn’t exactly given the warmest of welcomes. Cats had liked Phalanx; he had been strict yet kind. And now some random rogue had killed him in order to usurp the now deceased leader. It was sickening. It was horrific. It was law.
The cats of the band felt that they had to obey that rule that they had set fourth, which meant that Barnabas was indeed the leader of their little band. The tom graciously accepted the position, and promised them that he would try his best to improve their lives. And the first way he could start would be by appointing an “alpha female” of sorts to rule at his side and help keep him in line. This position was of course offered to none other than Jabaliya, who, much to the surprise of others, accepted immediately. Though Jabaliya felt no love for Barnabas, she was completely intrigued by the idea of getting to rule alongside him. And that was worth having to fake being in love.
It was more than just that, unfortunately enough for Jabaliya. Within a few moons of their “mateship” the she-cat found that she was pregnant with Barnabas’ kits. Utterly disgusted with the idea of having the tomcat’s kits, she contemplated running from the territory every day. She didn’t want to have kittens with him, no, he was a monster. He was a sick, twisted cat who didn’t deserve to have kittens with anyone, let alone her. Every day she cursed herself and the unborn kittens, wishing that she would not have to bare them into such a horrible world.
Well, Jabaliya got her wish. A moon into her pregnancy, and just after she had finally told Barnabas, an epidemic struck the small band. Cats were beginning to suddenly become ill with a horrible disease that basically rendered the ill cat useless. The cats who were not ill, Jabaliya luckily being one of them, were sent out on hunting and patrol duties as normal, though now they all had to partake in herb gathering expeditions. Jabaliya in particular took part in many of such expeditions.
On one such trip, the beautiful she-cat had found an abundance of herbs that would be helpful to all of the sick cats. She was completely overjoyed, for even though she hated her mate she still loved all of her band-mates dearly. Eagerly plucking the herbs, she wasn’t giving a single thought to her surroundings. That is why she never heard the growls that had suddenly come up behind her. Her body was found bloody and torn to shreds, brutally mauled by a badger, only hours later.
Beware of frozen heart
Barnabas took this loss horribly, for he had truly loved Jabaliya even if the feelings weren’t reciprocated. To him, Jabaliya was everything; she was the light of his life. And now the light of his life had been extinguished, and he was left with nothing. No mate, not even the children that she would have bore him. He didn’t even have them to help ease his pain.
Instead, he had a small she-cat by the name of Azania, who had been Jabaliya’s best friend. The entire time that Jabaliya had been with Barnabas Azania had watched from afar, jealous of all her friend had. She too wished to be a co-leader of sorts, especially with a tom as attractive as Barnabas. She felt that now was her time; she could swoop in and comfort him about the loss of his mate. Then, over time, he would begin to fall in love with her, eventually taking her on as his new mate.
However, that never really was the case. Barnabas was an angry, bitter cat after that. He didn’t care for the company of others, and being around Azania only made him angry. She spoke of Jabaliya so fondly and lovingly; he hated it. She wasn’t good enough to even speak his beloved mate’s name! He deeply wished that it had been Azania who had been killed by the badger, though he chose to never say those words aloud. Instead he chose to remain apathetic towards her, only speaking to her when he needed something.
It was only when he was reminded that he needed heirs that he changed his tune. The tom knew that Azania was in love with him, that much was obvious. And he also knew that he needed to have an heir, a cat that he could pass on his title of leader to. This cat would grow up to be big and strong, so that when Barnabas was old he could just hand the title off. That way he wouldn’t meet the same grisly end as old Phalanx had. He would beat the system.
Though he was still utterly disgusted by her entire existence, the tom forced himself to flirt with her on a day to day basis. Naïve to the core, Azania bought his act, believing that her plan was working. Their mateship was quick and haphazard, with Barnabas just wanting to get everything over with as quickly as possible. Once she provided him with kittens he would have no use for her, which meant that he would never have to deal with her again. With those thoughts, he quickly set to work on executing that portion of his plan.
For the first time in forever
He didn’t have to try and execute his plan for very long, for less than a moon later Azania announced her pregnancy. The second she announced it was the moment that Barnabas realized that he could start to sink back into his loathing, apathetic state. He quickly did so, only really speaking to Azania from time to time. Everyone, including Azania herself, figured that it was his nerves. After all, he had already lost one pregnant mate; he was probably scared to lose Azania. That was completely acceptable.
Except that it wasn’t acceptable at all. Barnabas wasn’t there at all for his pregnant mate. He wasn’t even there for the birth of their kittens! Instead, he came in a few hours after they had all been born, when they were sleeping at their exhausted mother’s side. She too had been sleeping, tired of waiting for her mate to come and see their children. She did wake soon after he arrived, and truthfully right before he was about to leave, so it all worked out for her.
They had four kittens, three sons and a daughter. Barnabas suggested that they name the kittens right off the bat, most likely so that he wouldn’t have to make a second trip to the nursery to see them. Azania agreed, though, thinking that he was just being a doting father.
Upon examining them, the two cats agreed to name their one son, a blackish cat that looked like Azania, Orpheus. The young tom was given a name that was a sort of variation of Oedipus, or at least that’s what Barnabas said, though he never told his mate who Oedipus was. Their second son, a white and brown tom that resembled Antigone, was named Thor, after a friend of Azania’s. Next was a handsome ginger and white tabby tom, who was given the name of Hannibal.
That left just one kit, their only daughter. Barnabas examined her for a moment, noting how she had taken almost directly after him. She had a thick dorsal stripe down her back, which only got darker as she went. Rich stripes covered her hindquarters, a trait received from his sister Sif. She was absolutely beautiful, so Barnabas gave her the first name that came to his mind: Jenna.
Jenna and her brothers had a relatively normal upbringing. Well, normal if an absent and neglectful father is factored into the equation. Azania was distraught by the departure of her mate, and chose to do everything she could to win him back. She primped and pampered her kits, always trying to make them look their best so that their father would see what handsome children they had together. She hoped that by seeing them like that he would be proud of them, and maybe want to be a family.
That never did happen, and Barnabas basically did steer clear of the nursery at all times. He did speak to Jenna and her siblings whenever they ventured away from their mother without her supervision, but it was never about anything of importance. Instead, he always seemed to be distracted, as if he wasn’t really there all the time. The kittens didn’t care, though, and Jenna loved him regardless of how he behaved. He was her father, and that was all that mattered.
Conceal, don’t feel
As time rolled by, Jenna and her brothers’ sixth moon came and went. At that time, their father had declared that they were indeed old enough to begin training so that they could be of use to their band. It was a little weird for the kits, having to say goodbye to their mother and have their own individual nests. They got used to it pretty quickly, for their mother had been pretty much absent in the past few moons. Plus they weren’t alone. They had each other, as well as several younger denmates that had joined them.
Only a little after Jenna and her siblings had been born, a litter of two other kits was brought into the world. The proud parents went by the names of Holden and Qila, who happened to be Jabaliya’s sister. The two cats, who actually were in love, brought a son and daughter into the world at that time: Imhotep and Omnia. Imhotep was a little jerk, always running around and bragging, but Omnia was pretty cool. In fact, Jenna was extremely fond of the other she-cat.
Around this time strange things began to happen. One of the first and foremost of these strange things were that strange gray and black markings appeared on the young cats’ heads. Every other cat in the clan had them, but none of the others had cared to explain what they were and what they meant. Curious, the young cats questioned Azania, but she gave no answer. Instead she just looked blankly at her children with big, doleful eyes. Qila was the same, though she chose to snort and roll her eyes at mentions of the weird markings, disregarding the skeletal wings on her back.
It wasn’t until a kindly older she-cat named Xolelwa took the apprentices aside that they learned what was happening. Xolelwa, adorned with a beautiful black floral tattoo on her left shoulder, told them all about the Tribes. She spoke of their lore, of Nandryx, and of the Golden Butterfly. Though she hadn’t been alive at the time, her father, Peugeot, had told her all about them. She told the cats that this was the Spirits calling for all of their lost children, lamenting their absence from the Tribes.
She also knew enough to know which Tribe each of the young cats would have belonged to. She told Hannibal that he would have gone to Water-Tribe, much like his father would have. Imhotep would have stayed with his mother in Air-Tribe, and Orpheus would have joined him. Xolelwa told Thor that he would have joined her in a Tribe called Earth-Tribe, much to his pleasure, as he loved plants. Then came Omnia, who would have been blessed with gifts of healing in a Tribe called Light-Tribe. Then came little Jenna, who had a weird black grin-marking across her maw. With a slightly troubled look, Xolelwa told the young she-cat that she would have belonged to Shadow-Tribe, though it had been destroyed quite some time ago.
Jenna didn’t care in the least that Shadow-Tribe didn’t exist anymore; it did in her head! She and her siblings would play games after training each and every day; they would fanaticize that they were parts of the Tribes. They also liked to play the Golden Butterfly War as a game, in which they each fought for their own Tribe while one of them played the Golden Butterfly. What a time it was to be alive.
Omnia sometimes joined in their games too, much to Jenna’s delight. She loved playing with Omnia. After all, she was such a smart and talented cat with so much potential. Not to forget that she was also very pretty. Though Jenna was extremely young, she was starting to become attracted to the other she-cat, not to recognize this until a little later on.
As her attraction to Omnia silently grew, Barnabas pulled his daughter aside one day. He told her that he had spoken with Holden and Qila and come to a fantastic decision: Jenna would be Imhotep’s mate when they were older. That way Barnabas could ensure that his daughter would have a strong mate to protect her, one who no doubt could be a great leader if the duty was thrust upon him. Plus he secretly wanted her to be Imhotep’s mate so that he could still have some sort of connection with Jabaliya, whom he never stopped loving.
Jenna was of course distraught. She didn’t like Imhotep at all, so there was no way that she wanted to be that pig’s mate later on in life! She told her father this, to which he said that she could grow to love Imhotep. Stubborn as an ox, the smaller she-cat refused her father for a second time. She then made the grave mistake of reporting that she was much fonder of Omnia, and that she would rather have her than Imhotep any day.
Angry and distraught at what his daughter had told him, Barnabas snapped. He told her that she had no choice in the whole ordeal, as he was her father. Not only that, but he told her that her and Omnia would never be able to work that way, since she could not help provide Jenna with kits. He told his daughter to never speak of anything of the sort, and if she did she would be severely punished.
That perfect girl is gone
Jenna never did tell her father anything about Omnia ever again, though that didn’t really mean much. In just a few moons the young she-cat found herself falling “in love” with her best friend. She was a beautiful and amazing she-cat, one that Jenna would have loved to spend her life with. Her feelings towards Omnia were more obvious to her now, and in fact she seemed to have trouble reigning them in all together. Any time she spent with Omnia was magical, butterfly-in-the-belly-filled perfection.
Unfortunately, Omnia didn’t return the feelings. This wasn’t something realized and acknowledged by Jenna until the two were ten moons old. In that time, a new apprentice had made his way to the group, having been found starving and almost dead at nine moons old. The tom’s name was Jarvis, and Omnia was smitten by him.
That was a huge blow for Jenna, to see her best friend and love interest fall for another cat. She sat through Omnia gushing about how cute and perfect the tomcat was, and how she would love to be his girlfriend someday. All the while Jenna had to restrain herself from having an outburst and confessing her feelings to Omnia.
Worse yet, her father still planned to have her become mates with Imhotep. He told her that when she reached the age of eighteen moons she would become his mate, and then they would have kittens. Jenna longed to tell her father that that wasn’t what she wanted, that she wanted Omnia and only Omnia, but she knew that her father would punish her if she said such a thing. The idea of his daughter with another she-cat was horrifying to him for some reason, and Jenna didn’t want to make him angry about something that probably would never happen.
It probably wouldn’t have changed if Jarvis hadn’t messed everything up. For a while Jarvis had been pretty close friend with Omnia, nothing much. It was a pretty casual friendship on his part, or so it had seemed. One day Omnia came bursting into the apprentices’ den, her eyes filled with joy. She quickly told Jenna that the best thing ever had happened to her: Jarvis had admitted that he had a crush on Omnia too. She could start being his girlfriend now! Of course she couldn’t be his mate until they were adults, but they could at least start being together.
Heartbroken, Jenna pretended to be happy for her best friend. Of course she was happy that Omnia was happy, but she couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling in her chest. She had fallen for Omnia, and now she could never have her. Completely crestfallen, she melancholy she-cat found herself going to her parents’ den for comfort.
Emotions being a complete whirlwind, Jenna couldn’t stop herself once she entered the den and saw her parents. She immediately commenced telling them what had happened, getting extremely emotional. She admitted to being in love with Omnia, and that she would have only accepted her father’s proposal for her to have a mate if it had been her.
After she finished, well, it wasn’t pretty. Her father was furious with her, screeching every insult he could at her. Her mother, who she expected at least some support from, turned around and agreed with Barnabas in one last ditch effort to get him to love her. Her parents were completely against her; they didn’t support her decisions nor did they care about her feelings. Feeling even worse, the she-cat turned and bolted from her parent’s den and kept going straight out of camp. She never turned back.
Let it go
Once she had gotten a far distance away from the band, Jenna finally stopped and thought about what would happen to her. Where would she go? What would she do? She was almost an adolescent, and it looked like she had to grow up now. Thinking back to what Xolelwa had told her about the Tribes, they seemed pretty accepting. Perhaps she would go and find them and beg them to let her join. Maybe if she joined she would be able to get her mind off of Omnia.
She traveled for several days, not really sure where she was going. She was lost, going in circles when Leto found her. Leto was an older tom with long brown fur and graying whiskers. He was traveling with his companions, Stump and Collin, looking for a nice place to live out the remainder of their days. And, as it just so happened, they knew where the Tribes were located.
Excited, Jenna quickly asked if they could show her the way. She explained that she didn’t have anywhere she belonged and that her family had abandoned her, so she hoped to find a place there. Blinking sympathetically at her, the Black-Shadow Leto agreed and showed her to the Tribes’ land.
Leaving her at the border of Nandryx, Leto bid her a farewell on the day that she turned twelve moons. The young she-cat padded into the territories, coming across a strange cat with a bright green marking on his forehead. When she inquired about where to go, he showed her the direction she had to go in order to find Shadow-Tribe, though he warned her that she might want to turn back now.
Ignoring the tomcat’s suggestion, she continued on ahead, finally coming across a ginger she-cat with an orange tattoo smacked across her maw. The Orange-Shadow grudgingly brought her back to camp, where she was to sit before the Silver-Shadow, a rather intimidating white tomcat with piercing eyes. After some deliberation, the Silver-Shadow finally agreed to let her join Shadow-Tribe.
At that moment her tattoo sprung to life, exchanging its black for a vibrant shade of pink with just a little bit of orange at either end. As her tattoo flared to life, the she-cat heard a soft male voice whisper in her ear, Eryx.
Grandfathers are Oedipus|| Gray-Fire|| Exile|| Deceased
Omar|| Black-Air|| Exile|| Deceased
Grandmothers are Antigone|| Black-Air|| Exile|| Deceased
Juliette|| Gray-Light|| Exile|| Deceased
Mother is Azania|| Black-Water|| Rogue|| Status unknown (presumed alive)
Father is Barnabas|| Gray-Water|| Rogue|| Status unknown (presumed alive)
Brothers are Hannibal|| Black-Water|| Rogue|| Status unknown (presumed alive)
Thor|| Gray-Earth|| Rogue|| Status unknown (presumed alive)
Orpheus|| Gray-Air|| Rogue|| Status unknown (presumed alive)
Aunts are Sif|| Black-Shadow|| Rogue|| Status unknown
Andromeda|| Black-Shadow|| Rogue|| Status uknown
Luna|| Gray-Light|| Rogue|| Deceased
Fantine|| Black-Earth|| Rogue|| Deceased
Cosette|| Gray-Fire|| Rogue|| Status uknown
Uncles are Xerxes|| Gray-Water|| Rogue|| Status unknown
Prometheus|| Gray-Fire|| Rogue|| Status unknown
Aziz|| Black-Air|| Rogue|| Deceased
Javert|| Black-Shadow|| Rogue|| Deceased
Cousins are Severus|| Gray-Water|| Rogue|| Alive
Snake|| Gray-Water|| Rogue|| Alive
Viper|| Gray-Light|| Rogue|| Deceased
Python|| Gray-Shadow|| Rogue|| Status unknown
Primrose|| Black-Water|| Rogue|| Status unknown
Posy|| Black-Earth|| Rogue|| Status unknown
Astraphobia- The fear of thunder and lightning
Bufonophobia- The fear of toads
Catagelophobia- The fear of being ridiculed
Enosiophobia- The fear of criticism
Nostophobia- The fear of returning homeFavorites:Food:
PurpleTime of day:
Go on adventuresWeather:
Sunny with no clouds Sound:
the sound of leaves crunching under pawsWord:
- Her voice actor would be Kat Dennings
-Eryx is actually very close to being transgendered
-At the moment I guess she would define herself as bigendered?
-She doesn't really know but she knows she isn't fully female
-Just because she's gay doesn't mean she can't appreciate an attractive tom when she sees one
-She feels like a fish out of water with her gender crisis and sexuality, so she feels like cats will automatically reject her
-She collects shells
- She has a tendency to form crushes and "fall in love" easily
-She prefers her true name to her kit name, but she refuses to tell strangers her true name
-Thus she has numerous aliases she goes by
-I originally had the other Toren kitten, who also would have gone to ST and have been named Eryx
-Most of the names from Eryx's past come from places/names in the "World War Z" book
- "Up in the Air" by Thirty Seconds to Mars
- "Bang the Doldrumbs" by Fall Out Boy
- "Save Rock and Roll" by Fall Out Boy
- "Young Volcanos" by Fall Out Boy
- "Let it Go" from "Frozen"
- "Let Her Go" by Passenger
- "Hurricane" by Thirty Seconds to Mars
- "From Yesterday" by Thirty Seconds to Mars
Taken from an rp with FameForADay
[Green-Earth| Kokkinos| Pheasant Woods]
The large Earth-Tribe tomcat continued to meander through the woods, not really looking for any place in particular. He contemplated stopping several times, perhaps hunting, but rejected it each time. Things like that wouldn't really help him in the long run he knew. No, instead he had to get over what was really bothering him: the aftermath of the caiman war. He had heard the healers speak of this sort of problem, apparently the Silver-Fire suffered from it too. From what he had gathered from the Orange-Lights that had healed him, cats often suffered long-term side effects from particularly traumatizing events. Traumatizing events like the Caiman War. One had said that constant night-terrors were a symptom, and the Green-Earth now found himself questioning his mental health.
What if he did have this thing that the healers had mentioned? They had also said that sometimes a cat's personality completely changed; sometimes the world's nicest cat became a sadistic maniac. Just the thought of turning into something like that, a monster, sent chills down the snowshoe's spine. Being a "gentle giant" for lack of better words, Kokkinos was never the type to hurt others. The idea of intentionally hurting another cat, whether it be mentally or physically, made the brown and white tomcat sick to his stomach. He could never imagine becoming somebody else, a cat who actually would hurt others. He feared that it would happen to him, but more importantly, he feared how it would affect the ones he cared for.
If he did completely change, who would receive the brunt of the damage? His tribe mates would of course have to suffer with him if he ever became that way, but there were so many more. An image of a gray tomcat with piercing eyes came into Kokkinos' mind, the green tattoo around his eye offsetting his vibrant eyes. Asher. What would Asher do if Kokkinos succumbed to this? The two of them were close, like brothers. Kokkinos worried that something like that would hurt Asher beyond repair. Not just Asher would be hurt by that, too. Tuari, despite the recent ups and downs the Silver-Water and Green-Earth had gone through, would be distraught if he became somebody else. And so would her.... her kits. Kokkinos tried not to think about that too much, despite the fact that he adored them. There was too much pain with those thoughts.
Zarya. The healer Yellow-Light, a close friend of Kokkinos', would be effected. As would Nebu, Caspia, Eileen, Zayne, and numerous others. A little bit of warmth crept though the tom once he realized how many cats he knew and cared about, who most likely cared for him too. And, of course, the ones that were now gone that had cared for him.
As if he was trying to bring himself more pain, the Green-Earth finally stopped and surveyed his surroundings, only to feel a thorn in his heart. He was in a relatively beautiful area: there were large oaks and maples all around with moss growing on the long, thick roots of each tree. A small stream with a rock bed ran through the area, with tall grass surrounding it on either side. Small yellow and purple flowers bloomed here and there, adding to the peaceful atmosphere of the area. That, coupled with the soft murmur of the stream, would have made this a safe haven for any cat with a troubled mind. Well, any cat but Kokkinos. This place had once been a private safe haven for him, until he had met Aka.
Aka, the little Pink-Orange Fire with beautiful violet eyes. She must have just become an adolescent. She was a small, skinny little thing, with freckles all over. It was in this area that she had met Kokkinos one fine spring morning. The young Fire-Triber had found the miner when he was resting after a rather strenuous day down in the mines. They had talked for a little while, with Aka telling him all about her love of flowers. In fact, she had been on an expedition to get some at that moment. Thinking she was a rather cute kid, Kokkinos had agreed to tag along, and he helped her gather some rather pretty blue flowers. The two had parted as good friends, with them both promising that they would try and have another adventure like that soon.
Well, that wasn't going to happen now, was it? In a rather unpleasant turn of events, Kokkinos had learned some rather horrifying news, relayed to him through a patrol of Earth-Tribe warriors. Apparently, Aka, whose true name turned out to e Akarui, was dead. According to what he had heard, she had been killed by Shadow-Tribe, for spying on them and then attacking one of their cats. That didn't sound anything like the sweet little Aka that Kokkinos had met so long ago. But, then again, cats change. He didn't know what could have caused Aka to do that, what could have fueled her so much, but he knew that it must have happened after they had met.
Suddenly, Kokkinos heard a voice. It was a bright, soft voice, very familiar and welcome. Looking up, the Green-Earth spotted his friend Orange-Air Eileen, and he instantly smiled. "Eileen!" he called warmly, greeting her with a throaty purr. It was almost like fate had brought her to him when he needed somebody most. "How are you?" he asked, moving to touch his nose briefly to the top of her head. "What'cha doing out here this late?"