Post by c a n n a on Sept 10, 2023 14:37:07 GMT -6
family
rogue
big, cinnamon silver mackerel torbie with amber eyes
rogue
female
forty-eight moons
Appearance
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Character Pelt: Describe the pelt of the cat, including their fur length, texture, color, and pattern.
Aa b1b1 CC DD Ii Ll McMc ww XOXo
Personality
Bold: When Family was a neglected kitten with no one to feed her, it was she who daringly stole from her parents to make sure she and her siblings were fed. Even before the molly could open her eyes, Family never hesitated once in taking the things that she wanted. In the face of adversity, the large torbie doesn’t back down, even when she knows she should. Her opinions will be known, regardless of possible consequences. And she may not be the best fighter, but if it means protecting herself or those she cherishes, the stubborn molly is the last to back down from risk.
Optimistic: Despite every challenge Family is forced to face, it’s her hopefulness for the future that keeps her going. She’s more than willing to believe that there is good in every cat and at times can become hell bent on proving it. Family is loud about her optimism, oftentimes coming off overbearing as she argues for those who she thinks just need more patience or time. She understands firstpaw that bullies are just misunderstood, and that they need cats like her to lend a shoulder. Family has similar beliefs about her life, knowing that things will work out for her in the end so long as she works hard to be good.
Vivacious: Family speaks loudly without care and moves through the world with confidence. The molly’s rowdiness is charming and earns her friends and enemies much to her chagrin. Family is high-spirited and true to herself, not the type to hide the array of emotions and beliefs she’s prone to. Most days she’s cheerful and excitable about the variety of cats she gets to share her life with, but even in those moments of intense sadness and anger Family is still animated.
: headstrong: self-willed and obstinate. stubborn as all hell
addictive: susceptible to being or becoming addicted to something.
childish wants to be babied world revolves around her and her feelings petty immature tempermental silly and immature and petty
History
0 - 12 Moons
Bearpelt had always known that the day would come. He knew that someday, his leader's kindness would be the death of him and his family. And as Finchstar let illness sweep through RedwoodClan, much to the senior’s chagrin, the large tom refused to sit by and let his recently pregnant mate fall to such an avoidable illness. What started as a moon away from the deadly sickness quickly became his entire life. Without a clan, his mate could finally be safe. No LichenClan, no wars, and especially no illnesses from cats he didn’t want to meet in the first place. He and Pansystripe could raise their kits however they wanted and in the comfort that Bearpelt had craved his entire life.
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Of course the life of a rogue wasn’t as easy as the couple had come to expect it to be. Days and nights were spent hunting prey that had long since fled into hibernation. And whenever they weren’t hunting, the pair was looking for shelter, for there was hardly anywhere to look that wasn’t already being occupied by a clan or other hostile group of cats. By the time five kittens were finally delivered to Pansystripe’s side, the queen had long since decided that she didn’t want to be a mother anymore. She could hardly take care of herself. It was a relief when two of the bundles never woke, but the family was still left with three breathing souls who they were far from equipped to take care of.
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She and her brothers weren’t even afforded a name, but the trio fought for their lives. Even when Pansystripe’s milk quickly ran dry, the group found a way to survive. It was the she-kit who would often have to steal scraps from whatever scraps the parents could afford. Much to Pansystripe’s hisses, the she-kit would often scamper off with more than enough for her siblings. It hurt her kitten gums, but for her siblings, she had no choice but to chew and chew until it was something they all could eat. They were never meant to survive, and both parents hated them for it, but the she-kit fought relentlessly for her siblings.
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They had never chosen their names, going with whatever word their parents often stuck onto them. The youngest tom was called Brother, the other tom Hunt. The she-kit was of course dubbed Stubborn. For it was her who insisted her siblings cling to her parents' side despite it all. Despite the neglect and starvation, Stubborn begged and pleaded for her siblings to remain at her side, to be a family. But Hunt always resisted, learning how to fend for himself early on, the eldest brother became distant. Brother, far too fragile to ever consider striking out on his own, stuck to his sister’s side, but it would cost him his life. Starvation. Stubborn hadn’t known it was happening until she found Brother’s body, frail, and lifeless at her side.
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Stubborn doesn’t see her last brother Hunt until her twelfth moon. But their interaction is short. Both worn, and tired from the tragedy, the siblings quickly get into an argument that ends in them never seeing each other again. A fire builds within Stubborn, a fury watching each and every cat she was forced into this life with abandon her. She tracks her parents down and stalks them, screaming at them their wrongs, but it never cured the hurt she felt.
---
What did, was pretending. And for a bit, she let herself believe that if she hunted for Pansytripe and Bearpelt, that if she took care of them like she had her siblings then maybe she could finally have the family she always dreamt of. Though even in her numbness, her parents never stopped hating her, blaming the young molly herself for all of their troubles. When illness took Pansystripe, Bearpelt didn’t hesitate at all to literally pin the blame on his daughter. Forcing her into the snow with claws unsheathed and teeth bared. Bearpelt demanded for Stubborn to flee. For he’d kill her himself if they ever crossed paths again. At that moment, the molly lost her name. For once, the headstrong tabby didn’t want to argue and fight and fight and fight for what she knew she deserved. She did as her father said, leaving her only remaining family to wilt away on his own. Just like he had always wanted.
12 - Moons
lc and rwc are at war during this time whil elilys group is forming. maybe she gets attacked by both of them and family is forced to live a long life of solutide. it makes since that her growth is stunted
Bearpelt had always known that the day would come. He knew that someday, his leader's kindness would be the death of him and his family. And as Finchstar let illness sweep through RedwoodClan, much to the senior’s chagrin, the large tom refused to sit by and let his recently pregnant mate fall to such an avoidable illness. What started as a moon away from the deadly sickness quickly became his entire life. Without a clan, his mate could finally be safe. No LichenClan, no wars, and especially no illnesses from cats he didn’t want to meet in the first place. He and Pansystripe could raise their kits however they wanted and in the comfort that Bearpelt had craved his entire life.
---
Of course the life of a rogue wasn’t as easy as the couple had come to expect it to be. Days and nights were spent hunting prey that had long since fled into hibernation. And whenever they weren’t hunting, the pair was looking for shelter, for there was hardly anywhere to look that wasn’t already being occupied by a clan or other hostile group of cats. By the time five kittens were finally delivered to Pansystripe’s side, the queen had long since decided that she didn’t want to be a mother anymore. She could hardly take care of herself. It was a relief when two of the bundles never woke, but the family was still left with three breathing souls who they were far from equipped to take care of.
---
She and her brothers weren’t even afforded a name, but the trio fought for their lives. Even when Pansystripe’s milk quickly ran dry, the group found a way to survive. It was the she-kit who would often have to steal scraps from whatever scraps the parents could afford. Much to Pansystripe’s hisses, the she-kit would often scamper off with more than enough for her siblings. It hurt her kitten gums, but for her siblings, she had no choice but to chew and chew until it was something they all could eat. They were never meant to survive, and both parents hated them for it, but the she-kit fought relentlessly for her siblings.
---
They had never chosen their names, going with whatever word their parents often stuck onto them. The youngest tom was called Brother, the other tom Hunt. The she-kit was of course dubbed Stubborn. For it was her who insisted her siblings cling to her parents' side despite it all. Despite the neglect and starvation, Stubborn begged and pleaded for her siblings to remain at her side, to be a family. But Hunt always resisted, learning how to fend for himself early on, the eldest brother became distant. Brother, far too fragile to ever consider striking out on his own, stuck to his sister’s side, but it would cost him his life. Starvation. Stubborn hadn’t known it was happening until she found Brother’s body, frail, and lifeless at her side.
---
Stubborn doesn’t see her last brother Hunt until her twelfth moon. But their interaction is short. Both worn, and tired from the tragedy, the siblings quickly get into an argument that ends in them never seeing each other again. A fire builds within Stubborn, a fury watching each and every cat she was forced into this life with abandon her. She tracks her parents down and stalks them, screaming at them their wrongs, but it never cured the hurt she felt.
---
What did, was pretending. And for a bit, she let herself believe that if she hunted for Pansytripe and Bearpelt, that if she took care of them like she had her siblings then maybe she could finally have the family she always dreamt of. Though even in her numbness, her parents never stopped hating her, blaming the young molly herself for all of their troubles. When illness took Pansystripe, Bearpelt didn’t hesitate at all to literally pin the blame on his daughter. Forcing her into the snow with claws unsheathed and teeth bared. Bearpelt demanded for Stubborn to flee. For he’d kill her himself if they ever crossed paths again. At that moment, the molly lost her name. For once, the headstrong tabby didn’t want to argue and fight and fight and fight for what she knew she deserved. She did as her father said, leaving her only remaining family to wilt away on his own. Just like he had always wanted.
12 - Moons
lc and rwc are at war during this time whil elilys group is forming. maybe she gets attacked by both of them and family is forced to live a long life of solutide. it makes since that her growth is stunted
