The Lone Leader and Deputy(A Jump-In RP, Will Become a Clan)

Sage || A small, skinny and lithe young she-cat with pure white fur and black splotches. Her eyes are a deep green that seem to have a fire burning in them at all times. One of her paws is slightly twisted but doesn't hinder her mobility. She looks very helpless and tiny. || Sage hates when cats think of her as the small kit in their way. She is a smart, quick fighter and a half-decent hunter with a strong will to survive against all odds. She prefers looking for herbs over anything though, considering herself a healer to all in her path. Even so, her temper sometimes gets the better of her when they call her 'weak' or 'incapable'. She is very extroverted and loves talking. || As a kit, Sage was abandoned and left to die. A cat took her in but then left her after teaching her basic survival skills, and now she is proudly thriving on her own. || BrambleIsBack

( I forgot, sorry. I assumed that when said "the tall calico" you meant that she was bigger than Shatter. I should've checked the description I guess. And permission granted, as long as Holly can hit her back. I'm assuming that Shatter has knocked her down. )

Holly yelped as the cat lunged at her, and tried to get out of the way, but reacted to slow. The cat crashed into her, and she hissed loudly, trying to swipe at the cat, but missing. She felt vulnerable on her back, and opted to kick at the cat repeatedly, sure that she would hit her at least once. She bared her teeth and pulled her head to her chest to protect her neck.

{{ this is so great like Holly is getting destroyed by Shatter and Frost is just watching like 'gosh I'm the best big sister EVER.' A + relationship. }}

Frost leapt at the other cat, with her claws unsheathed, she knocked her off of Holly. Frosts reaction was a little slow, as she didn't do well with the sudden movement of the rogue cat. Frost was terrified, and hoped that she hadn't waited to long, and that Holly wasn't badly hurt

( Okay )

Raven---Rogue---Black she-cat with amber eyes and fluffy fur. Her paws are large for her size as well as her ears. Raven does not particularly like being around too many cats as it increases her social anxiety. She has been alone ever since she left her family and she thoroughly enjoys it. Being a traveler, she hates being in one place for a long time. When Raven does meet cats she is polite but quiet and reserved. 

Fenrir - Rogue - Dark brown tabby tom with amber eyes. His fur is short but scraggly in most areas. Fenrir is overly large for a cat with muscles and large paws. But he has one downfall; his ears are curled backward. Many cats do not find this normal and think it to be a curse. But Fenrir ignores the gasps in horror and struts on proudly. He is stern and can tend to get mean or rough to many cats though he does have a (very hidden) soft side to him. Fenrir loves fending for himself but does prefer to be around other cats at times. His loyalty to those he cares for is strong. Some cats are scared of him due to his size and strength but Fenrir only harms and kills when necessary.

[ Thank you! I'll try to get my cats into the RP best I can. c: ]

Raven stretched, having just woken up from a nap. Before her slumber she had been stalking some unusual cat scents. The many cat scents made her weary and curious; curious enough to go follow them. With a quick cleaning to her jet black body, she readied herself mentally. Due to her black pelt she knew she could easily hide if anything bad were to happen. But her scent was different from these cats and Raven did not want it to give her away. Jumping down from her tree branch she began the search for the strange cats. An hour after she began her search a patch of mud appeared in front of her and before she could stop herself she plundered headfirst into the sticky substance. With a groan, Raven pulled herself out and realized it must have been a blessing from her ancestors. Now she could go undetected. Slinking through the grasses and brambles once more, she knew she was getting close. Voices made their way to Raven's ears and she stopped and clawed her way up a tree. She would observe up here and refrain from getting caught by the mysterious cats.

Jet black fur rose in front of Fenrir's eyes as he crouched behind some brambles. Sniffing the cat's scent, he realized it was a she-cat and a lone one at that. Lately Fenrir had been smelling a group of cats and, like many rogues in the area, he wanted to figure out their motives. Fenrir waited patiently as the she-cat moved along and then he began the chase. He tracked her scent and realized that she too was following the group's odd scent. Suddenly the black she-cat stopped and perked up her ears. Before he could blink she was up a tree and only her gleaming amber eyes showed she was there. Gazing at her on wonder, Fenrir did not hear the voices up ahead. With a start, he noticed the sounds making their way to his curled ears. Without pausing to think, he lunged into the closest bush and prayed to the spirits that he wouldn't be caught by the odd group of felines.

Rope---Loner---Rope is a brown she cat with white stripes along her pelt and a white spot on her left eye. She has one black paw. She is small and lithe with long legs, making her an exellent runner and jumper. Rope is horrible at stalking through underbush, but she is pretty good at jumping over bushes and roots. She is talkitive and funny, loving to joke and sometimes prank wandering cats. Sometimes her joking nature gets her in trouble with groups of cats; she has made enemies with many cat groups for pranks she played on them. When Rope is upset or angry she locks up; she doesn't speak to anyone or show that much emotion, exept for anger or saddenss.