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"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Jun 10, 2019 23:33:38 GMT -5
FATHER
Feynvul a lynx point tom with long, luxurious fur and bright blue eyes.
MOTHER
Cloversprinkle a fluffy black she-cat with bright, clover green eyes and a bright pink nose.
KITTENS if your claiming a kitten, please create a bio and add them to the winterclan joining thread. i would really love my little family to be active.
VERIA —a complete identical of her father. a very pretty, long furred lynx point she-cat with pale, stormy gray-blue eyes. [ image ]. taken by @frisk
MIKOS — an exact copy of his mother. a very large, and long furred black tom with very pale green eyes; they almost appear yellow. [ image ]. taken by [reserved!].
HISTORY OF THE FAMILY This family comes with a lot of festering issues. Feynvul isn't the greatest of cats, however most of the time these cats don't know it until farther on in their life. He raises his children to equally agree with his view on things, which is a practical disdain for life in general. However its up to the users who adopt these kits on whether they want them to grow up like their father, respectively, or to choose their own path. Most of the time, these kits will grow up spoiled, favored, and in the end they will most likely adore their father or see him for the wolf he really is. This isn't to say that they already know, however, so please do keep this in mind.
Feynvul and Diesdrè have a very complicated relationship. He abandoned Lamia and Wolfconstellation, and chose instead to spoil his two other daughters. However Diesdrè grew to secretly hate her father and still does; however he is mostly unaware of this development. Wolfconstellation does not like his father, however he does not know his father is Feynvul.
"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Jun 10, 2019 23:33:48 GMT -5
Night had fallen. The pale furred tom had trudged haughtily through twolegplace for who knew how long. He'd probably been wrong to pick a fight with that skinny she-cat; only probably. But what was more concerning was his pelt burned with the ache of claw marks. And though they weren't deep enough to wound him fatally, they still oozed with sluggish blood that clung to his long fur. And what wasn't marked with blood, was instead weighted down by rank smelling water and sludge. And even more concerning were the two bundles clutched in his jaw. The most recent product of his foolish behavior as of late. And though he had regretted having these accidents in the moment, he had grown fond of them for the time being. They were helpless, and he would surely guide them on through life.
Soon uncharted terrain started to slope upwards, carving up a mountainside. This had been the last place his daughter, Diesdrè had been last seen by him. Before he had left SpringClan, after Cicero, and before he had learnt of her becoming pregnant with her own kits. The thought burned angrily at him, but he pushed on into the chilly weather. He sought to find her; though he was unsure if she was still here. It would be nice to lay eyes on a friendly face, after having faced such a trying time as of late.
Feynvul paused as he cross over the scent markers. No patrols, oddly enough. Grumbling lowly to himself, he ignored the kitten's persistent cries and padded towards where he knew the camp entrance was. Scents of many cats filled him with newfound determination. Surely they wouldn't turn him and his children down? He needed someplace warm for them, at least. And SpringClan was not an option. The pitiful mewls of his kits grew louder, surely loud enough to alert someone.
And so they did. He stopped dead in his pursuit, pricking his ears as someone shouldered their way towards him. With it being so dark, he had no clue who it could even be.
"No matter what other people may say, we are the protagonists of the world." - Keji Akaashi
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Post by rika on Jun 11, 2019 0:25:47 GMT -5
[ she's officially yours! <3 also thats completely fine, feynvul's is only a temporary bio anyways tbh. i prefer to build characters bios as i rp them heh. ]
