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they/them. 22yo.
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Thrushpaw
name: Thrushpaw
thrush: For the freckles that reminded their mother of a thrush’s chest spots
paw: Appropriate title for an apprentice.
nickname(s): Tummypaw (Snowbranch)
past names: Thrushkit
General
age: 8 moons [updated on 05/17/20]
joining age: 8 moons [05/??/20]gender: Fem Nonbinary
please note: Thrushpaw has not yet come to the concrete realization that they are non-binary, but I figure I’ll add it now bc it will become apparent within the first few moons of roleplay! Also for...clan data purposes being a little easier.
pronouns: They/She
biological sex: Femaleclan: CinderClan
heritage: [CinderClan] x [CinderClan]rank: Apprentice
previous ranks: Kit
Appearance
build: Average in size, heightwise. She is overweight for her age, making her round and appear shorter from far away because of how low to the ground her belly is. They have strong haunches and shoulder muscles, however, from carrying all their weight around.
pelt colors: Very light gray with minimal brown spotting. Her fur is thin near her belly and around her paws, so her pink skin shows through her light fur.
fur texture: Bouncy and downy soft. It is springy and near impossible to tame, even when wet.eyes: Brown
scars/deformities: N/A
scent: Tree nuts and leaves!accessories: N/Abanned traits: N/A
Personality
Protective || Thrushpaw is particularly protective of those younger than them. They strive to keep those who cannot protect themself, safe from harm. She’s not a particularly powerful cat, but they’ll fight tooth and nail to defend those that are threatened.Sisterly || Thrushpaw loves to serve as a sort of older sibling or even parental figure to others. She is always readily available to offer advice or even just lend an ear to their friends.Easily Flustered || Thrushpaw is easily embarrassed, and it’s obvious by the shade of red her whole body turns whenever this happens.Quiet || Thrushpaw is not shy, but she is quiet. She doesn’t feel the need to speak much unless spoken to. She likes listening to others talk.Lonely || Thrushpaw’s loneliness stems from her lack of siblings as a kitten. There’s this small pang in her belly. Perhaps jealousy? When they see friends or siblings hanging out together and having fun. It’s something they’ve had a taste of, but not ever fully experienced.Spiteful || Thrushpaw is spiteful towards those who hurt those they love. Their father is the first victim of this spite. She isn’t a mean cat, but she’ll act out once in a while if it means someone who’s caused damage will see the err of their ways.
History
Kithood (0 - 6 Moons)Thrushkit was borne not to two parents who loved them very much, but a single mother, who loved her enough for two and then some. For a while, all Thrushkit knew was her mother, Floralwing, her singsong voice as she lulled Thrushkit to sleep, her soft, nutty scent as she held Thrushkit close in the early morning hours. She seldom spoke of Thrushkit’s father. As they would find out as they grew, their father had left to live in PineClan after some…”sickening” events her mother did not care to discuss (of course, Thrushkit would learn what these circumstances were eventually as well).But Thrushkit’s curiosity grew. It started with the birth of new kits in the nursery. She watched with wide eyes as their medicine cat came and went, and in their stead were two tiny kittens. Was that what Thrushkit looked like when she was born? The tiniest noses, damp fur, and piercing shrieks that made her fur stand on end. But they were so cute. Peonykit and Hydrangeakit. Thrushkit was amazed by the tiny life in the den, and in her down time she would watch them and ask questions to her mother in quiet tones.“How’d they get so little?” “Did I do that?” “Why are they crying?” “Who is that tom that comes to visit them?” “Will my father come visit me?”Floralwing would evade the last few questions. She would say Thrushkit would meet her father when she became an apprentice. So Thrushkit waited, and enjoyed her time in the nursery more so as the younger kittens grew older.Apprenticeship (6 - ? Moons)Thrushpaw received her apprentice name, and was given [name] as a mentor.After their initial tour of the territory, and their first hunting training session, Floralwing approached Thrushpaw and asked if she would accompany her on a walk. Thrushpaw followed her mother happily, dutifully cleaning herself up as they reached what Thrushpaw remembered her mentor explaining was their border with PineClan. They weren’t entirely sure why they needed to look so spiffy, but then a peculiar scent hit her nose.A strange cat emerged from the foliage on the other side of the border. He stood tall. Towering. But Thrushpaw noticed one thing about him that stuck out. He looked...he looked like them. He looked like Thrushpaw.
The tom stared down Thrushpaw as he approached her,coming to a stop before he crossed the marked border. He introduced himself as Snowbranch, their father. The two exchanged a few brief words.”How old are you now?” “6 Moons.” “Hmm..who is your mentor?” “[name]” “I suppose they’re decent, not the best...do you have any friends?” “Oh… Uhm..uh, yeah. Peonykit and-“ “Hm, hopefully you make friends with cats your own age, soon.”Thrushpaw didn’t like him. He seemed judgemental. Her decision was cemented when the tom turned to their mother and scoffed.TW: mild VERBAL domestic abuse”Huh, well you’ve gained weight, haven’t you, Floralwing? Was it that hard when I left? You’ve even let Thrushpaw here go a little. You’ll make a bad image for me.”End TWFrom that day on, after they had left the rude tom behind on the border, Thrushpaw would pick only the most fatty of prey to eat. Just to spite her father. A tom who didn’t raise her, who left them in the care of a single mother, who judged said mother on how she looked rather than her personality. She became a little chonker…Thrushpaw continues to train to the best of their abilities.
Sexuality & Romance
sexual orientation: likely bi
romantic orientation: ^^^ but unsuremate(s): N/A
former mate(s): N/A
crush(es): N/A
former crush(es): N/Aattractions:
- Likes to cuddle!
- Long tails...u know, so they can hold tails. She likes lowkey PDA…
- Bright eyesturn-offs:
- Rude comments
- Large/tall cats (like her father)
- Cluelessness/Obliviousness
Relationships
father: Snowbranch (PC)
mother: Floralwing (CC)mentor: TBD
past mentor(s): N/A
apprentice: N/A
past apprentice(s): N/Afriends:
Peonypaw
enemies:
None
Thornkit
Name: Thornkit
Thorn .. For his light colored fur, like the pointed end of a thorn.
*Kit .. Traditional kit suffix. *
Past names: Kit
Nicknames: Grump
Basic Info
Age: 3 moons
Birth season: Leafbare
Gender: Male [he/him]Rank: Kit
Mentor: TBA
Apprentice(s): N/AOrigin: Rogue x Rogue
Means of joining: Rescued from Calypso’s Compound
Appearance
Appearance: Small, droopy looking tom with light, golden-tan-and-white mackerel tabby fur. They’ve got blue eyes and big ears that droop now but will likely perk up as they age. The lads got big eyebrows.
Height: Average 8” when grown
Weight: Average 9lbs when grown
Impairments/disabilities: Currently none have shown signs of developing
Personality
Positive
Adaptable
easily able to adjust to new conditions
Having dealt with change for the entirety of his small life, Thornkit is able to adapt himself to any situation that is thrown his way because that’s...just what he does.Considerate
careful not to inconvenience or harm others
Thornkit may have had a rough first few moons of life, but that just means he understands what hardship is like. He tries not to step on toes or make others suffer for his sake. He’d hate to put others in the same position he’s been in all his life.Prudent
acting with or showing care for the future
Despite being a kit, Thornkit seems to be pretty set on growing up to be successful. Perhaps it’s because he’s been dragged around his whole life—scratch that. That’s absolutely why. He just wants what’s best for his future, and he tries to do anything in his power to not jeopardize his status in the clan.
Neutral
Breezy
relaxed, informal, and cheekily brisk
Thornkit is a cheeky little brat. He’s not rude, but he does make smart remarks once in a while because that’s how he learned to talk. He’s soft-spoken, but when he talks, he’s pretty chill about it.Impressionable
easily influenced
It isn’t hard for Thornkit to fall into following others. He tends to follow the trend or whoever is the coolest at the time. He can learn by good example, or he can easily be led down the wrong path...Stoic
someone who can endure hardship without showing feelings
Thornkit sometimes can be described as having RBF. He looks grumpy all the time. But that’s just his face. He has a lot of emotions, he feels just as any cat does! He just doesn’t know how to healthily express feelings.
Negative
Cowardly
lacking courage
Thornkit is an absolute baby. He’s not scared in the sense that he’s afraid of physical things necessarily (though, who’s NOT afraid of thunder?!). But he’s fearful of showing feelings. Being emotional, forming genuine bonds...these things terrify him.Envious
feeling envy; wanting what someone else has
Thornkit has wanted what others have. All his life. He envies those who have it good, wishes he had a loving set of parents, or a sibling, or even just a good friend.Unappreciative
not fully understanding, recognizing, or valuing something
Thornkit doesn’t understand how to value something. Whenever he’s got one thing, he always wants more. He can’t be satisfied.
History
Kithood (0 moons - current)
Kit couldn’t remember their parents' names if you asked them. But, they remembered the soft, Sandy-colored fur that would wrap them and their siblings up warm and safe at night. They remembered the course, slightly-matted brown fur that belonged to the other, who would let the bumbling, barely-able-to-walk kittens chase his tail. He remembered their fear scent when Caypso’s cats came to take his sister away.Calypso’s cats. That’s the one name he remembered. He was sure he always would.Her dusty brown pelt wasn’t the last thing to disappear from Kit’s memory. For soon, all of those comforting, first memories were nothing but that.Calypso was a cat that Kit never saw. But he knew his power at an age that Kit wasn’t even entirely sure what power was. The fear scent could control any cats brain. And control it did. Kit simply cowered in the corner of his cold, dark cage. Listening to the distant slam of another cat being added to the compound. The screech of a cat who’s life was ended when they tried to fight back against their powerful captors. The scent of blood. The whisper of tens of kittens crying, sobbing, for their parents to come back for them.Kit was called Grump by some down here. He didn’t know his name. But an older Molly, who’d been spared her life ONLY if she could get the kits to eat before they died of starvation down here, befriended young Kit. She kept him alive, made sure he ate, and called him Grump because of his pouty face. She told him Kit was no name for a Kit. So Kit accepted the new nickname with pride. He started to envy her outlook on life. He wondered what it must be like to have a normal life like other kits. At least he’d made a few friends in the compound who he could huddle with through the bars of his cage.Kit grew weaker, though. And he wondered if he’d close his eyes for good down here one day. What else was there to do but shiver and eat and listen to their elder? He wondered through his dream where he might end up if he slept forever.And then.Then there was green.Kit opened his eyes to warmth. To light. Something he only had ever known in his dreams, in his memories.Confused but optimistic, Kit accepted his new name, Thornkit, from the white she-cat Willow. She reminded him of the one he might have called mother, if he remembered her better. And he was eager if not a little daunted by the whole new world that had opened up for him and other kits who had been rescued from the compound.
Relationships & Family
Parent 1: Sandy .. Not their real name. Likely Thornkit’s maternal figure. They had tan fur, soft and bushy, that smelt of milk.
Parent 2: Brown .. Not their real name. Likely Thornkit’s paternal figure. They had ruddy brown fur, unkempt and filled with tangles.Sibling 1: Chestnut .. Not their real name. Thornkit’s sister. They had dark brown fur, and were warm.
Sibling 2 + 3: Two, Three .. Not their real names. Thornkit’s two other siblings. They were both tan-and-white.Mate: paws off he’s a babyKits: himself. He’s the kit
Trivia & Extra
Voice Actor: Candi Milo as DexterLikes:
- Nicknames
- Gifts
- NestsDislikes:
- Sharing
- Cold weather
- Loud noisesFears:
- Storms
- Calypso
- AttachmentHabits:
- Thornkit doesn’t exactly...react to things. He tends to just take the brunt of anything that comes his way, like he’s accepted his fate.
- Thornkit is very protective over things that are his. If someone has given it to him, he will defend it because it’s his dang it!
- Thornkit plays with his ears a lot. He’s self-conscious that they’re so big they flop over! He can’t wait to grow into them so they look nice and pointy like everyone else!
- When other cats make faces, Thornkit tells them their faces will get stuck like his. It’s the only time he smiles.