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Post by uniqcrim on Mar 16, 2019 20:11:58 GMT -5
This is actually two litters that were found by Ravenstar near the thunderpath. They are being raised as one "litter" so essentially nifflerkit and pygymykit are adopted siblings even though they are not related by blood. I have provided all information, please post a bio below to claim the kit. It doesn't need to be extensive and can simply have the information I have provided below. They are all old enough to be talking and walking and almost apprentice aged.
fun fact: these are all based off of various creatures from the harry potter franchise c;
mother: Ravenstar (adopted) [note: Ravenstar will be taking a mate who is currently a winterclan tom by the name of Fogeye]
father: unknown
LITTER ONE | scottish fold, 2 left
Nifflerkit (sniff) - female - dark brown scottish fold with amber eyes - soft, scattered, and unable to focus on one thing for very long. She is a collector whose nest is often brimming with feathers, shells, and other trinkets she finds
Hippogriffkit (kin) - male - grey tabby with amber eyes - definitely the most responsible and reliable member of both his birth and adopted littermates. He tends to be very serious and bossy. - roleplayed by OPEN - www.thehappycatsite.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/scottish-fold.jpg
Thestralkit (wing) - female - a pitchblack scottish fold whose amber eyes are ringed with gold - dark, broody, and angsty. She tends to remain in a neutral state of feeling more often than not but has very strong emotions when she does tip out of her neutral state.
Flobberkit (worm) - male - a long brown cat with light amber - meek, cautious, and quiet, he is the exact opposite of his sister pygmypuff with a nasty bite to boot
Hinkykit(punk) - male - white kinkalow with curly patches of grey and cream on his back and head and hazel eyes- very flexible, fluid, and has an indecisive personality. He tends to prefer less structure and less orders
Ravenstar had been out for a walk when she stumbled across a strange brown structure in the woods. She sniffled the edges carefully, it reeked of twoleg stench and her nose crumpled in disgust. She hated those pink fur less creatures without a doubt. The sleek black she-cat was about to leave when she suddenly heard a pitiful mew coming from the box. Her ears perked at the sound and she realized there was a lot of thumps and movement from within the box. Nosing her way underneath the flaps at the top, a small black head suddenly popped out. Ravenstar leapt back with surprise before she realized it was a kit whose eyes were wide open and ready to see the world, yet here they were without a mother. Peeking back in, she counted a total of six kits who were clearly too old to still be drinking their mother's milk. "My, my, where did you six come from?" She wondered aloud and six pairs of eyes glued on to her.
Cloaked in darkness, disappearing into the shadows, often forgotten alongside the other things that go bump in the night. Glowing amber eyes, ringed with gold, the only thing showing her presence. A tight hold on her emotions, she is often locked inside her own head; underwhelmed by others trying to coax her out of it. Death seems to follow in her steps, starting with the moment her kittypet parents were killed following Thestralkit on a misguided adventure. She had woken up bored, wanted to play but her siblings Nifflersniff, and Hippogriffkin were sleeping. So she had left the twoleg nest and struck out on her own. Unknown to her, her parents had gone out to find her soon after. When she returned to the twoleg nest she found her parents gone and in the upcoming days they never returned. She doesn't know if they ever did but she can only assume they died, as the twolegs seemed to. The humans taking her and her siblings and abandoning them on the side of the thunderpath nearby Summerclan territory days later. Where she discovered her 3 new adopted siblings, Pygmypuff, Flobberworm, and Hinkypunk. But her parents were just the start of the deaths that haunt her past, and more continue to fall soon after joining her story.
The blonde cream kinkalow stared up at the she-cat with wide eyes. She’d never seen such a large creature. But she had a furry face so she had to be nice, she was like her of course and Pygmy was amazing. She jumped up and placed her paws on the edge of the box, butting her nose against the adult’s. “Mommy!”
Thestralkit scrunched up her nose as she listened to Pygmykit. This cat wasn't their mother, and Thestralkit was glad. Everyone she cared for seemed to suffer some misfortune, and this she-cat seemed nice. It would be a shame if she caught the curse hanging around the kit she had brought home.
i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
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Post by uniqcrim on Apr 3, 2019 23:47:02 GMT -5
(Sorry y'all I was out of town and sick so I'm just getting back into the swing of things)
amorensi - I might be doing some more creature themed kittings in the future so I'll keep that in mind c;
Ravenstar blinked with surprise at the kit who suddenly burst from the box, touching her nose. Her grey eyes quickly softened, however, and she purred. There were six kits in the box and they seemed to come from differing mothers, at least two different ones. "Where is your mothers, little ones?" She asked them softly, sniffing around the box a bit. None of them reeked of sickness which was surprising.
