The Pack of the Fallen Angels

[[[•|Ashstar|•]]]

The Pack of the Fallen Angels

We are the Angels, We may have Fallen and our wings tainted black. 

Our Souls haven't been as tainted as those that have judged us think.

Our hearts are still the same.

Just hidden in a mask of Evil.

A mask of Shame.

A mask of Greed.

We are Angels all the same.

Ranks

Praetor: A Praetor is essentially the Leader of the Rogue Pack, they are to be respected and all orders unless deemed impossible are to be carried out without question. They hold the right to Punish, Exile or Kill a Cat if a vote had been decided between them and the Bellators.

Praetor Discipule: A Praetor Discipule is the Apprentice of the Praetor, Praetor Discipules can be a grown cat, they are essentially the 'Deputies' of the Praetors and are to be respected as if they were directly under the Praetor themselves, they hold the right to punish but not kill or exile anyone.

Paeoniis: Healers, They are treated directly under Praetor Discipules in Respect.

Paeoniis Discipule: Healer Apprentices, they are treated as normal apprentices as all they do is carry out orders of the Paeoniis, can be fully grown cats.

Bellator: Bellators are Warriors, to be respected as much as Paeoniis, but just above Regular Discipules, they have the power to capture and bring cats to the Praetors or their apprentices.

Bellator Discipule: Regular apprentices training to be Bellators.

Custodes: Guards, to be treated above apprentices but have no special abilities, they usually stay behind at camp to guard and are the last line of defense in battle, usually have a strong muscular build to intimidate opponents.


Custodes Discipule: Regular apprentices no special abilities usually picked for strong muscular appearance.

Members

Doku- Praetor Discipule
Cae- Paeonii Discipule

[Caebae]

-the young femmora set out across the land, to rid the territory of the impure of heart, mind, and soul-

[[[•|Ashstar|•]]]

The miniscule, scrawny, histrionic, thin framed yet stalwart agated sepia and Russet pelted feminine feline sat upon a rocky out cropping at the edge of her pack's small dark territory. She scanned her surroundings, seeing a flash of white and pale orange mixed with light black splotches she decided she should investigate. Her mentor, the praetor, never returned from his journey, but she had no leading experience so she was hoping to find a new Praetor. Maybe this miniscule feminine feline could help her find one! She leaped from her out crop and barreled towards the feminine feline, lowering her cranium she slammed into the feminine feline's scapula in a head on collision, throwing them both back if she succeeded in hitting her target.

[ImmortalAJ]

The masculine feline hid in one of the bushes outside the camp. The scent of rogues danced among his tongue, making him want to gag. His tail snaked itself around his small, scrawny, malnurished frame. Maybe he wanted to join, maybe he didn't. He was not very fond of rogues, however he was one. His pelt was short and fairly well groomed for a rogue. His fur was silver with white decorating the tips of every last strand. His eyes were the most elegant shade of royal blue. Every she-cat he came across appeared to fall for him. His eyes were like pools of hypnotizing water. He watched the branches as they peacefully fought with each other in the crisp breeze of Leaf-fall. The leaves were painted the most beautiful shades of red, orange, yellow and brown. Screeching caught him by the tongue and forced him to swing around. There, he saw two felines as the fought for the death, blood and fur flying.

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