Post by Egotistic on Aug 19, 2021 15:42:20 GMT -6
Perchkit
LichenClan
a shorthaired, blue-silver mackerel tabby she-kit with green, unseeing eyes.
rank
gender
1 moon
Appearance
In appearance, Perchkit does not immediately catch a wandering eye. Her features are plain and unendowed, lacking any notable sharpness or pointedness of cheekbone to give her any severity, nor the gently rounded contours that yield to beauty once full grown. She is simply plain—in face and coat—and does not yield much to the eye, for her coat is short and hangs close to her lean proportions, while in color, she is naught but blue-silver fur banded by mackerel tabby stripes. All that sets her apart are her eyes with their pupils too large and a gentle pale glaze over their surface—as unseeing open as they were closed.
Personality
PROACTIVE | creating or controlling a situation by causing something to happen rather than responding to it after it has happened.
Not one to wait for fate to find her, Perchkit is an individual of action, and once her mind has been made, she is sure to see it through, no matter the cost or consequences. As such, she prefers to be the first to most anything that interests her over allowing others to get to them before she can; to allow anything less is nothing short of insulting to her person.
COMPOSED | having one’s feelings and expression under control; calm.
Of the impression that emotions give rise to weakness, though Perchkit bears her own sensitivities around her family and superiors, she presents a calm and composed exterior to garner the confidence of those around her. As such, she approaches even the most stressful of situations with a feigned, though comforting assurance—as much to appeal to those around her as to soother her own roiling thoughts and questioning mind.
SHREWD | having or showing sharp powers of judgement; astute.
To compensate for that which she does not possess, where her kin might substitute brains for brawn and lofty feats, Perchkit’s way is craftier and hinges more on the side of intellectual observations and endeavors than the latter. Her thought is constantly in motion, puzzling and clumping information at a rate that would be sure to induce a headache in any cat unused to such manner of thinking—finding patterns in places unlooked and deciphering solutions down paths untraveled.
ZEALOUS | possessing a great energy or enthusiasm in pursuit of a cause or an objective.
Perchkit is not one to sit on the sidelines and allow others to pass her by in terms of her own ambitions. She is opportunistic—accomplishing that which she wishes through action, whether at the expense of others or not, and shows little moral remorse in the act of doing so.
DISCIPLINED | showing a controlled form of behavior or way of working.
Adhering to the rules enforced upon her by Clan and parent, Perchkit’s reverence of authority figures has led her to be nothing if short of aggravating to her peers. Strongly aligning to the beliefs of her superiors, Perchkit is but a mouthpiece to breathe the older generations ideologies into existence, and cannot fathom nor stomach those who do not share her appreciation.
EMOTIONAL | having feelings that are easily excited and openly displayed.
For her airs and feigned confidence, Perchkit struggles to cope with her own emotions. Anger, sadness, resentment… these she has wrestled with indefinitely with no outlet to let them loose. And so she forces herself to ignore them, though they trouble her heels, bottling them up and putting them away for another time—or for as long as they must need be until she inevitably unveils them onto any unfortunate enough to prod her. Often she is prone to fits of melancholy in which she is stricken to inactivity and idle thought. In these moment’s she struggles to even play at moss ball, lost as she is within the confines of her own mind.
History
Into Frightful Oblivion
First, there was warmth and the closeness of bodies, the gentle warm thrum of heart in chest—next, the surge and upheaval, the painful push and pull coaxing her free. And so she was compelled by it, but with no willingness; fought it, though there was naught her feeble body could do. And so onward, she was cast through the press and surge of muscle linings, urging her forward, out into empty space where the warmth and the thrum of that familiar heart were gone. Here there was a tremendous and terrifying nothingness, a heat and yet with it a chill, and then the rasp of a tongue at her back, mincing through the fur along her back, jittering over her chest and urging the spittle from her lungs so she let loose a veritable wail that her sealed ears could not hear.
Then came the hunger, the urge to be full, and she was given but a moment to feel the soft touch of belly and the sweet tang of milk before she was lifted and suspended into empty air—into a great nothingness all again, and her body was being carried, carried forcefully and without love for her person. Away from the warmth and the milk. Away from the something she had known, further into a nothingness that frightened her greatly and gave rise from her tiny muzzle pitiful and fearsome wails of rejoinder.
But the milk did not return, nor did the milk scent, nor the mother-scent with it. She was being taken far away from it, and there was naught for her to do but to wail for all that had been lost so soon after having been obtained.
Important Events of Kithood
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