Post by Egotistic on Jun 27, 2024 15:16:40 GMT -6
Ashkit
RedwoodClan
dilute torbie-and-white she-cat w/ green eyes.
kit
female | she-cat
0 moons
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Appearance
XoXO BB dd Aa McMc tata spsp bmbm Wsw CC LL ii
Despite being born in relatively good health, Ashkit is plagued by an invisible affliction that, despite her unremarkably average growth, has left her looking rather sickly, particularly about the face. She is noticeably thin, with eyes stretched far too wide and pupils that seem to be constantly dilated. Her face is neatly rounded but perceptibly thin. Bones creep under the variegated furs there and give a haunted, waifish impression to all met with the full brunt of it. Her mouth seems to be in a perpetual state of parting, giving her expressions a rapt and expectant quality.
Ashkit is a dilute torbie in coloration. Her coat is short but dense and impressively soft, rippling with thin mackerel stripes and breaks of cream fur. There is white at her throat, bib, and paws, though she is otherwise unmarred. Her eyes are green, though their outer corners are banded in shades of yellow, while her nose beneath is a brickish red.
Additional [concerning epilepsy]: Though it will only be recognized later, Ashkit is plagued by recurring seizures. She has a habit of slipping in and out of consciousness, of fixating and listing on words or objects, and coming to in a fit of great confusion. Though these episodes are most often presented as sudden and unexpected ‘absences,’ they will develop to occasionally present as mild to severe clonus.
Personality
Two Positive Traits: affable, perceptive, free-thinking, and inquisitive.
Negative Traits: listless, scatterbrained, unapologetic, and frank.
Not entirely fastened in the here and now, Ashkit has the habit of always seeming very far away. She is fascinated by everything around her yet seems somehow uninterested in everything that matters. Her mind is too preoccupied with uncovering the whereabouts of grabble-snatches and quibble-beaks to care, and her every action is an effort to escape the monotonous reality she was birthed into.
That is not, however, to say that she is mindless or imbecilic. Ashkit is more than aware of her being different, just as she understands that her place in the Clan—as well as that of her 'traitor father' and brother—is impossibly precarious. Yet it is this understanding that encourages her to only further retreat from this understanding, which she is painfully and miserably cognizant of—a habit which to some may present as a severe lack of intelligence or obliviousness, but in her mind is a simple matter of survival. For how could she ever get through the day smiling if she always wondered over where she belonged and if she belonged where she was? And how could she ever seek fribble-squawks gleefully with always the oppressive understanding that there were eyes always watching her, too? She simply couldn't, so she chooses not to offer any more of her attention than she thinks is appropriate—which is very little.
It is this talent for withdrawing from all things unpleasant that has allowed Ashkit to remain stubbornly and unflinchingly herself. She does not care over how others view her, nor does she pay any heed to comments of her person that would suggest her to be 'queer' or 'feather-headed'. She does not care that others might denounce her discovery of imaginary creatures, nor does she see any importance in social norms, and seems to almost deliberately go against them. She speaks frankly, does not shy away from any topic so long as it interests her, and seems to delight in arousing her peers' discomfort through her many long-winded discussions. To any who might lend an ear or endure her peculiarities, Ashkit is largely affable and curious—choosing to speak a great deal and expecting to be spoken back to with equal vigor—and seems as comfortable in her own company as she is in the company of bulgerbrats and other cats.
History
Season 2024
[born green-leaf]
By rights, they should never have existed, and yet exist they did. Birthed by a mother whose name they may never know and carried home by a father whose very station within the Clan would be questioned forevermore, their lives began and continued on with a strange sense of urgency and unpredictability. With no mother, their care was entrusted to the new mother, Curlycloud, and they suckled amongst their brood. They slept in a nest beside their father, Reedtail, and awoke each day more curious than the last.
By the time their eyes and ears had unsealed themselves, the world was very much changed from the ones their parents knew, and rather than warm welcomes and open arms, they seemed always to be held firmly at arm’s length.
Questions were asked, and rumors spread all within the hearing of their innocent minds; it was not long until they, too, became as aware as their Clanmates that they were different. Half-bloods, they called them. Bastard kits. The offspring of rogues.
And in a Clan which harbored crueler feelings towards such cats, that was a treacherous thing to be indeed.
[born green-leaf]
By rights, they should never have existed, and yet exist they did. Birthed by a mother whose name they may never know and carried home by a father whose very station within the Clan would be questioned forevermore, their lives began and continued on with a strange sense of urgency and unpredictability. With no mother, their care was entrusted to the new mother, Curlycloud, and they suckled amongst their brood. They slept in a nest beside their father, Reedtail, and awoke each day more curious than the last.
By the time their eyes and ears had unsealed themselves, the world was very much changed from the ones their parents knew, and rather than warm welcomes and open arms, they seemed always to be held firmly at arm’s length.
Questions were asked, and rumors spread all within the hearing of their innocent minds; it was not long until they, too, became as aware as their Clanmates that they were different. Half-bloods, they called them. Bastard kits. The offspring of rogues.
And in a Clan which harbored crueler feelings towards such cats, that was a treacherous thing to be indeed.