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RAGGEDKIT (RAIN) - woof You'll first notice the burn marks: Gnarled flesh on both of her forelegs and on the lower part of her chest, until bits of white fur begin to take hold and grow more thickly. Much of her lower body, where it would be porcelain white, has only patches of growth in places where her body has managed to heal, but from her crown to the upper parts of her body and her tail are all wrapped tightly in lush tabbied brown fur. The second feature you'll notice is the blue of her eyes-- similar not to a gentle stream or uninterrupted lake, but instead to the harrowing rains of a hurricane, the waters purging all blights. There's no indication in her eyes that her handicaps bother her or that she even remembers they're there, indicating either a perseverance often unnoticed or a terrible, awful, no-good memory. She's not the type to sit quietly but she doesn't speak viciously nor with an intent to harm. She is a harbinger of good fortune and strives to help everyone who crosses her path enjoy each day they're blessed with as much as she does. The fires might have destroyed her body, but as for her spirit, not even a wildfire can survive a hurricane.
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 2, 2020 14:47:16 GMT -5
update for Cinderkit's bio When she was first brought to Home, it was like a clan ruled by kits. A perfect playground with a never-ending amount of new friends. A single adult, watching over dozens of children climbing up on the walls and hollering as loud as they could. It sounded perfect to Cinderwolf and her siblings. But life was never just fun and games. It was only a few days when the experimenting started. And it was never-ending. From morning until the afternoon, every moment was filled with misery. Those effects were life-changing for most. Well, life-ending. That perfect playground was slowly decaying, getting smaller every day. It only took a few weeks for Cinderwolf to become an only kit. Her sisters Seventeen and Twenty went quick, but her sister Eighteen died very slowly. She fought with all the life she had in her, but it wasn’t enough. But it was her sister's purpose to be experiments. That's what Nineteen was told, what she needed to believe to get through the nights. That was Cinderwolf's name back then. Her own purpose turned out to be training to be an assassin. Like other assassins raised there, her emotions were suppressed, but Cinderwolf went the extra mile. She’s very distant compared to the rest of Humanity, without any littermates she never saw the need to connect with others. Cinderwolf is very unfeeling, not even a thorn in her paw would make her blink. But she poises within her clan as a ditzy cute clutz, the perfect quirky eye candy of her clan. She has auburn fur with cinder underfur, a side effect from losing fur during the experiments only for it to grow back grey. Her eyes also fogged up cinder due to some side effects, but on a warm day, you can still see the blue beneath the green.
JEWELEDKIT (CLOVER) - strawberrycupid They say fortune favors the bold, but Jeweledclover seems to get enough good luck coming her way to offset that. They say she must have been born in a field of four-leaf clovers or with a horseshoe hanging over her bed. She seems to know when to hold them, and when to fold them. With the world as your casino, you gotta play carefully. Jeweledclover tends to toss that all to the wind in favor of relying on her pure luck. Her white wispy pelt, splashed with orange and black, even remind you of a koi fish. And her light green eyes sparkle like dew-covered clovers. There's no vicious cycle with her luck, just a constant stream of good. Whether it's finding a rabbit while upwind of it, or getting that little bit of leverage she needs to climb, it always tends to work out for Jeweledclover. But it also gets a bit boring. Jeweledclover draws trouble to her and can get out of it thanks to her disinterest in most things around her. She's the brains of her siblings too but only uses it to get them out of trouble. Even with that, she has the feeling that she wouldn't get in trouble anywhere. She has practically glided through life thanks to her luck and wit and believes she can get away with anything. Consequences don't exist in her world, though a wave of broken mirrors will surely catch up to her eventually. LITTERMATES: none
LEOPARDKIT (CLAW) - woof Dark spots punctuate between the stripes smudged across her lithe frame, branding leopard markings throughout a tawny pelt, accentuated nicely by eyes the color of goldenrod. She is a blank canvas, ready for an outline to be drawn so she can fill it. LITTERMATES: Minxkit and Pantherkit
so i was recommended to make him a 'paw because his buddies will be promoted soon, but feel free to stick him as a kit if you don't want to assign him a mentor rn and i can get him promoted with ragged and coral c:
SERVALPAW /swipe - ian A lavender ocicat with large, yellow-golden eyes that are rimmed with thick smudges of black. His eyeliner is the darkest part of him, the rest of his body's spots swirling in shades of brown, but never black. No matter how old he gets, he still has a baby face, something that he's not super fond of whatsoever. He says it means he gets taken less seriously, but his lack of seriousness probably roots in his golden retreiver personality more than anything else. Although he tries his best to focus, often times, it feels as if there is not a single thought in his head, which means he walks around the clan with an airheaded bliss more often than he doesn't. A very go with the flow creature, he is the kind of cat that could get easily absorbed into a group where he could serve as the comic relief.
MENTOR: go ahead and assign unless you'd like me to find one
ADDERKIT / grin - Hex Adderkit is a gangly young she-kit, with long legs and large paws that are much too big for her body. She's been like this ever since she learned how to walk; it's one of her identifying features. That is, if you don't count the forever-persistent stupid grin that's on her maw all of the time. Her fur is a dark brown, though in the sunlight the hues light up with a vibrant rustic color, making her appear as an auburn cat. Dark bengal markings stretch over her ears, head, shoulders, back, and hips, with it turning into rings that wrap around her tail all the way to the tip. Her eyes are a pear green, with flecks of yellow gold surrounding her pupil and a hunter green outlining the outer ring of her iris. Adderkit is quite the witty molly, always coming up with hilarious and inventive remarks on the fly. She also finds joy in playing pranks on others, whether it be sticking sharp pebbles in someone's nest or rearranging the herbs in the medicine cat's den. Her partner in crime is her best friend Leopardkit, and they are known throughout the camp as the Chaos Twins. Adderkit stumbled upon SpringClan territory when she was only three moons old, and was found by mischievous Dancingdragon. The warrior was quick to take Adderkit under her metaphorical wing, seeing a little bit of herself in the vexatious kit. Adderkit was brought into the clan as Dancingdragon's adopted daughter, and though a few of the cats are quite surprised at the prospect of Dancingdragon taking on a kit, and feeling a tad worried about Dancingdragon being Adderkit's main influence, Adderkit couldn't be more happy with her new family. She never knew who her birth parents are, or if she has any blood siblings, and quite frankly she does not care. She has everything and everyone she needs in SpringClan, and she's determined to make her mark here. LITTERMATES: None
Post by Summerthyme on Dec 3, 2020 18:30:46 GMT -5
LUSTERDAWN - SummerThyme A pale cream she-cat with soft faded orange around her cheeks and eyes. Lusterdawn joined SpringClan under odd circumstances. Born a kittypet Luster was never given a name, at least not one she understood from the twolegs who fed her mush. At the age of a typical apprentice she found herself outside when a storm hit. Her twolegs had locked the catdoor and she found herself wondering around trying to find shelter. A tom cat found her and took care of her. She never returned to a twoleg nest again. She was a natural at living in the forest. As adulthood came closer she discovered she was pregnant. Overjoyed she was horrified to find her mate trapped in a silver cage outside their den. Twolegs lifted him up and carried him away as he hissed and screeched. Terrified she ran knowing she would not see him again. She never got to tell him he was going to be a father. She stuck to the shadows for the moons it took for her pregnancy to progress. Within the last few weeks of her pregnancy she was in search of a new den within the SpringClan borders when she got into a disagreement with a fox. Too pregnant to outrun it and not skilled in the art of fighting She was a easy dinner. Rescued by Jetstar, Dancingdragon, and a few other cats she lived to tell the tale of their heroic (hilarious) rescue and her traumatic birth of her kits. The fox managed to land some scaring blows including one right between her shoulderblades making it impossible for her to extend her forelegs comopletely. She repeatedly has to return to the medicine cats den for pain management and muscle massages between her shoulder blades. Having remained nameless all this time Jetstar urged her to remain in SpringClan despite her uselessness and named her Lusterdawn for her pale yellow/cream coat and survival despite her odds. In all this she gave birth to Leopardclaw, Minxdance, and Pantherstrike. Lusterdawn has soft amber eyes. A tender voice. A caring nature. KITS: Leopardkit, Minxkit, Pantherkit
Post by Summerthyme on Dec 3, 2020 19:10:25 GMT -5
MINXKIT(dance) - SummerThyme A patchwork black, ginger, and cream fluffy she-cat with olive green eyes. Minx is a bit of a spitfire. She's a little rough around the edges and definitely a particular flavor.She tends to make enemies more easily than she does friends. She tussles and teases her siblings and often picks at other cats in her social ring. She is a determined she-cat who focuses on a task or goal and gives it all her might. She maybe a trouble maker but she still has honor. Minxdance is named in honor of Dancingdragon who assisted in her kitting and rescuing her mother, Lusterdawn from a fox attack. Her littermates are Leopardclaw and Pantherstrike. LITTERMATES: Leopardclaw, Pantherstrike
Post by 1bitterchild on Dec 27, 2020 0:13:35 GMT -5
MOURNINGROSE - 1bitterchild Mourningrose is a purebred Devon Rex cat. Her curly coat is a deep chocolate ocean with charcoal black wave caps, her eyes a deep, envious green. Mourningrose was formerly a kittypet known simply as Rose; she was kept comfortably by an elderly, woman twoleg who frequently bred Rose over and over again just to take her kits away. During Rose's last pregnancy her twoleg fell ill and went into a deep sleep that she did not come out of. Rose was essentially trapped with her twolegs decaying body, there was really only one way to keep herself and her future kits alive... eat the decaying meat. A couple of weeks went by before other twolegs had opened the only exit to their den, and that was the moment Rose had to take her shot; she didn't know where she was going or how long it would be before she got there, but she was determined to find a better life for her and her kits. When Rose stumbled upon Springclan it was like a blessing fell into her lap, not only would she get help, but her kits would grow into fine cats that would never know the cruelty of twolegs. KITS: EXPECTING
METEORCOSMO - turtlenoir small calico tom with brown eyes. He is a people pleaser and tries to fake his way through life. Has a random collection of bugs. Mostly dead stored in a hallow tree stump. Is very good driven and if too hungry will eat rather quickly. He feels he would be dedicated to his friends, but currently has no friends. He once got hit in the head by a walnut. Now has a fear that a rock is going to fall out of the sky and hit him.
CROOKEDBRAMBLE - ian A dark brown tom with splashes of white across his lips in what a two-leg might call a "milk mustache." His bottom jaw is slightly twisted, a birth defect that occassionally leaves a sharp white tooth sticking out from the bottom. Crookedbramble's crookedness doesn't just leave with his jaw, though. He's not always the most... moral of cats, although he isn't necessarily bad. Just a true neutral, often doing just what he needs to get by. Crookedbramble has light green eyes that are flecked with a more amber tone.
He's bisexual, no mate (for now that was his first hard mode task LOL)
An ashy blue coat cloaks the elegant features of Dovewish. Rested upon the curves of her face are two ocean blue orbs placed perfectly symmetrical. A piercing of small, gold loops can be found at the top of each ear and feathers braided into her silky, soft fur, collected from her travels. While she may look flawless on the outside, she is broken and damaged on the inside. Dovewish had returned to Springclan after abandoning her clan for soul healing. After a devastating break-up with the tom she loved, she couldn't bear to live a single day seeing him happy with someone else. Once a kind and gentle soul, corrupted by the sprouting seeds of jealousy and envy. It nearly drove her to end her life if it weren't for the tom she loved rescuing her from the tempting riptides of the great lakes on Springclan territory. After that moment, she had decided to run. She ran away to discover herself, breaking free from the cold chains of resentment and the cage of self destruction. Now, she has returned with stories to share and a brave, new out-look. The cat she once was, caring, shy, and loving, was long gone. In its place stands a confident, daring she-cat with an unfiltered tongue. Here to prove herself to the clan once more.
(If "jewelry" isn't allowed, let me know and I can erase that part of her bio)
