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hey, lovelies! my name is fox, or kaitlin, or kate, or really whatever you wanna call me ♥ she/her pronouns are fine.
i'm 21, i live in australia, and i love musical theatre, cows, forests, hiking/really any kind of travel, horror movies & games, ballet, plants, tea, history, the smell of old books, and all that Soft, Magical forest nymph aesthetic. my favourite musical is les mis, my favourite shows are lost and gilmore girls, and my favourite film franchise is jurassic park, bc i'm a 10 year old boy and i love dinosaurs. i also love the beatles, florence and the machine, the lion king, hbo war, historical drama, harry potter, the raven cycle, dumbass rom-coms, true crime, and napoleon.
my favourite trope is the bad monarch who came from nothing and clawed their way up to a throne, with no small amount of bloodshed, guilt, and trauma, until they're eventually deposed and/or driven mad by their own tyranny and how far they've come from the frightened child in the dirty streets. bonus points if they're haunted by their younger self. i eat that stuff up.
i started rping on the old wetpaint sites in january 2009 and was an active member until 2014. those sites meant the world to me and still do, and i really do credit them with making me the person i am today, as sappy as that sounds. so much of who i am and what i'm able to do can be traced back to them, and i hold them so close to my heart. this place was just the natural next step ♥
my favourite things to rp are forbidden (gay) romance, horror, adventures & quests, war & usurpation, family, and comedy. innocent, violent, bloody, sweet — i love it all ♥
most of all, i love u!
(psst join summerclan)
my characters: * = main active count: 11 m: 5 f: 6
* doestar (freckle) - summerclan - m - gay - single (the hopeful one) - leader kelpiekit (mist) - summerclan - m - ? still to add - kit/apprentice * eshek - primal instinct - f - poly lesbian - funk and miracle (the violent one) - proxy vespera (aka eve) - absum lux - f - ? still making - combatant peppermintpaw (spice) - fallclan - f - bi ace - forbidden/single (the snarky one) - medicine cat apprentice alvah - dayclan - m (trans) - bi/ace - single (the traumatised one) - warrior * snowyspots - summerclan - m - bi - single - garden keeper anmus - primal instinct - m - gay - single (the manipulative one) still making lilykit (dawn) - fallclan/moves between the mountain clans - f - ? on hold bluebellkit (dream) - future character elodie - future character
littlefawn - winterclan - m - gay - single (the sad one) moving to summerclan/on hold bobbie - dayclan - f - pan - single (the odd one) deleting for now chauncey - loner/eventually sumc - m - bi - mate plotted (the ? one) on hold percy - loner? - m - bi - single (the angry one) still making on hold miss pickle/jane - absum lux - f - lesbian - single (the broken one) on hold remi - absum lux - f - demi? - single (the ambitious one) still making on hold sonja - fallclan - f - ace lesbian - single (the prima, the cruel, the star) revising littlefang - sunclan - f - demiromantic ace? - single (the gentle one) still making on hold
if u ever wanna plot with any of them just hmu!! :') <33
littlefawn: PREDOMINANT TRAITS: internalised homophobia, no tail, emotionally (and physically) repressed, lonely, a bit of a grump, not much sense of humour (aside from the occasional dead-pan sarcasm)
the one with the most potential for villainy and darkness, if given the right (wrong) influences
CLAN:winterclan SEXUALITY: gay (m) MATE: none RANK: den father (head denkeeper) ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral HOGWARTS HOUSE: slytherin FLOWERS: snowdrop, edelweiss, spring snowflake PARENTS: kittypet father (deceased), winterclan mother (rabbitnose, deceased)
(he was raised by his mother as a burden, and the day she died, as terrible and guilty as it makes him feel, was the most freeing day of his life. he was ashamed of his father and kept his existence a secret. when he eventually did begin to form a relationship with him, his father joined the clan as a runaway and began to exert control over his son. he suspected littlefawn's sexuality and kept a keen eye on him, waiting for the moment he slipped up. he threatened to kill him if he ever caught him with another tom. so littlefawn killed him first and buried his body in the snow. when he was found after the thaw in spring, any scent of his killer was gone.)
a tiny, frail tom with short, pale brown tabby fur, a white chest and paws, and wide, mournful amber eyes. his face is pert and delicate, his paws as soft and useless as a kit's, and his tail no more than a stump. with a coat so thin, he struggles in the cold and suffers through each winter, shivering alone at the edge of the camp and watching the stars in the night sky as his skin goes numb and his ears ache with frostbite. there's something about him that's all air and sadness, something so quiet and tired and repentant, like there's something foul inside him that he wants to bury in an early grave, like he thinks himself unnatural, like he's guilty. he has been teased his whole life for liking other toms - something he has always denied, and has yet to accept about himself. for now, it is still a point of shame, one he prefers to keep hidden away. horrendously shy, he rarely speaks in anything more than soft whispers and hushed murmurs, never thinking himself worthy to look other cats in the eye in case they sense that shameful little secret that he has tried so hard to cut out of himself, to batter and drown and silence.
doleful, sweet and serious, the closest he will usually get to laughter is a small, sad smile. as though he seeks to punish himself, he is obsessed with putting himself in harm's way - and if it helps those cats better than him, those worthy of help, and if it's good, if it's the right thing, then all the better. he deprives himself of sleep, starves himself of food, stays out in the biting cold until he can't feel his nose or his paw-pads, lets his coat collect dust and snow and mud before he grooms himself. the subsequent stress of such self-destruction on his body has left him scrawny and malnourished, his ribs prominent beneath dry, prickly fur. as a result of his minimal contact with other cats, he's exceedingly awkward in social situations, all messy hope and fumbled steps and trying too hard; he craves validation and affection but shies from it the moment it's offered. even if he weren't to distance himself from the rest of the clan, he wouldn't have many friends anyway - it's what he deserves, and he would only infect them. he's never felt as though he belongs in winterclan - paws too soft to fight, fur too short to survive a harsh storm, head too quiet and heart too weak; no more than a burden, really. he stays by himself, listening to the mountain birds and the wind in the clifftops, watching the snowflakes and the butterflies and all the things so much more pure than himself, dozing on his own in patches of sunlight, watching his clanmates share tongues and stifling all the longing, all the craving, for the physical touch the other cats have - stifling all the raw, hungry want. sometimes he thinks he's held together by all that wanting, that his body is just numb, forced coldness stitched together by all the desire he doesn't want to feel.
T H E M E S : lost boy by ruth b. pale white horse by the oh hellos sweet creature - piano instrumental by ryan louder dazzle by oh wonder bellyache by billie eilish stressed out (cover) by kina grannis panic room by au/ra a little wicked by valerie broussard ilomilo by billie eilish wish you were gay by billie eilish (but, like, it's actually him pining for some tom lol)
plots i would love to do:
i. littlefawn and a tom grow close. it's the first time he's ever let someone close, and his first taste of romance. he's smitten and thinks the tom is kind and lovely, and that he wants to keep him safe and make him happy - that he wants to be together. he's innocent and naive, and the tom takes advantage. it becomes an abusive relationship - the tom confirms all of littlefawn's greatest fears about himself, that he's disgusting and unworthy of love or kindness, and then turns to physical violence. littlefawn eventually escapes, possibly because the tom dies (?), but is left carrying the trauma and even greater internalised homophobia that the abuse instilled in him. his mental health suffers further and he withdraws deeper into himself, quieter than ever and even more unwilling to ever let himself fall in love again. affection, for someone like him, only means pain.
ii. he befriends another gay cat - i'm thinking a girl - and they become best friends. she helps him to accept his sexuality and start to recover from his trauma. maybe more than one? maybe they help each other? bonus points for gossiping (see: gushing) about cute toms/she-cats and platonic cuddling.
iii. he develops feelings for another tom. he's terrified of it and tries to deny the emotions to himself, distancing himself from the other cat. eventually, they fall into a soft, gentle, healthy love. littlefawn confesses the murder of his father and has a big old cry. bonus points if it's a forbidden romance. BONUS BONUS points if the other cat is a complete villain and littlefawn is just the soft smol boy who makes this evil cat weak ugh please
iv. road-trip/quest!!! he's the shy, quiet one who ends up snapping and yelling at everyone for being stupid and irresponsible bc he's the Serious Mum Friend ugh i love him. he probably brought snacks
v. i sorta desperately really want him to end up a medicine cat?
vi. he becomes a reluctant villain. his mate dies and he's left broken and weak and vulnerable; someone uses his anger and lack of anything to live for to manipulate him into a reckless weapon. (and if i ever kill him off i want someone to blind him and then he whispers to the tom he loves "i wish i could see you" and then he dies UGH i love pain and i love my fragile gay son) theme for this plot: give us a little love by fallulah
vii. god just like ugh!! such a cute little first thread for a romance plot could be a soldier escorting littlefawn to collect lining for the nursery nests - wool, feathers, moss, etc. - and the other cat is all chatty and babbly and littlefawn is just silent and grumpy and getting More And More Annoyed By The Minute Because He's Just Trying To Do His Job In Peace And This Guy (This Really Cute Guy) Won't Shut Up and the other one is so oblivious and then littlefawn snaps and then they Bond and i cry I LOVE HIM
viii. OKAY NO NOW I REALLY WANT HIM TO BE A VILLAIN BYE IM THE TRASH KID WHO LOVES SCOURGE AND I HAVE A THING FOR TINY, SOFT BADDIES UGH
eshek: PREDOMINANT TRAITS: half-siamese, appetite for violence and torture, hedonist, worships she-cats, always having flings and sleeping around to numb the pain, over-confident, haunted by guilt, traumatised, a villain with a good heart and terrible instincts, a slimy flatterer
CLAN:primal instinct SEXUALITY: lesbian + poly (f) MATE: none ALIGNMENT: chaotic evil HOGWARTS HOUSE: gryffindor RANK: proxy of foreign affairs (formerly enforcer of the prisoners and punishment district)
(the only surviving kit of a litter that killed her mother, she was treated by her father with disinterest at best and abuse at worst. he blamed her for his mate's death, getting high on medicinal herbs each night and spending most of her childhood in a haze of grief and hate. each year, on the first day of summer, he wished her a happy anniversary of the day she killed her mother. she grew up guilty and quiet. it was only a matter of time before all that silence erupted into ear-splitting chaos and she made the most of the life she had been denied growing up. she turned to torture as a way of coping with her emotions, and her finest victim was her father)
original description (from honeystorm's adoptables): "the strong one, creative, and conceited. enjoys torture, hates groups. name meaning: violence"
a tall, long-legged she-cat with short, pale fur, creamy stripes, wide, pale blue eyes, and a dusty brown nose bridge. half-siamese, her delicate looks, all sharp angles and straight lines, are at odds with the cruelty lurking in her eyes. she has never held the natural aversion to violence that so many other cats do - really, she rather enjoys it. torture, to her, is no more than bloodsport, business, something to enjoy between breakfast and morning tea. she's rather nonchalant about it, all smiles and quips and rambling stories while the victims wail; all laughter and feigned pity and cruel jibes while they scream and plead. when she first meets a new prisoner, and if she's in a particularly jolly mood, what she really likes is getting all scratched up and pretending to be a fellow captive - breaking them down and earning their trust and their affection, and then slowly tearing them apart. she loves to see the life go out of their eyes, whether they're dead yet or not - and she loves to be the cause of it.
well. she tells herself she loves it. she doesn't like to think about the nausea that creeps up her throat for days after, or the feeling that tastes like sour bile and prickles against her ribcage, or the fact that she remembers every single one of their names. she doesn't like to think about it, and so she never lets herself - she throws herself into revelry and physical pleasure, into wild banter and deafening mania, hedonism and insomnia. she's always the one to suggest death-defying adventures into haunted woods and violent territories, always the one to cross borders and pick fights just to feel alive; always the one to lose herself in flings and one-night-stands, always the centre of attention, always the one to organise celebrations and reckless escapades - always loud, while her teeth chatter and her eyes dart and her heart flitters, while her bloodstream constricts and the guilt eats her alive from the inside out. she never slows down, never quietens, never stops moving. if she does, she's terrified of what might catch up.
the only time she softens is around she-cats - angels, really, as far as she's concerned. she believes toms are fragile and emotional and has little time for them; where she is gentle and doting - almost reverent - towards she-cats, she is frosty and aloof around toms, all dry wit and imperious condescension. they really aren't worth her time, and she lets them know it.
T H E M E S : upside down by paloma faith love might be found (volcano) by montaigne the fear by lily allen all the good girls go to hell by billie eilish girl with one eye (cover) by florence + the machine i wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red seven nation army (cover) by scott bradlee's post- modern jukebox ft. haley reinhart ready by montaigne only human by fallulah
FUN FACTS: - despite her love of torture, she has a remarkably low pain tolerance herself - she met doestar when they were both apprentices/ trainees and considers him her baby brother; aside from lucistic, who she considers an honourary she-cat, he's the only tom she can stand. she occasionally brings him cuttings of pretty plants from the sunroom on her district's floor of the manor
plots i would love to do:
i. eshek has a fiery on-again-off-again relationship; they go from fighting to cuddling to ignoring each other completely, over and over and over. they have a love-hate relationship that's really quite toxic, though eshek thinks she's in love. it eventually takes its toll on her, leading to frayed nerves and a short temper - and then she meets another she-cat (maybe one who's just as violent and cruel as her and they bond over blood and gore LMAO) (god i love when characters who are so Tough and Bad finally crumble and become soft around each other ugh). she falls head over heels for her. maybe it's (seemingly) unrequited and they tip-toe around their feelings for a while before it all comes out?
ii. villainous henchman!! over-zealous, embarrassing sidekick!! a girl that eshek can fawn over AND do the evil bidding of. eshek's a follower, not a leader, and she lives to serve, especially if it's for a mentally unstable girl with a diabolical master scheme!
iii. some sort of traumatic event happens that makes her withdraw into herself and become more quiet, serious, and focused
iv. m e a n i n g f u l f e m a l e f r i e n d s h i p s
doestar / freckle: (will all my cats be named after deer? ya bet!!!)
"i am unstable, sometimes melancholy, and have been called on some occasions imperious; but i never did an ungenerous act in my life. i sympathise warmly with others, and have wasted my heart in their love" — mary shelley
PREDOMINANT TRAITS: permanent limp (fractured front right leg that healed badly), addicted to bad romance, ceaselessly cheerful, flirtatious, upperclass affectations, gullible, easy to manipulate probably has a humiliation kink
CLAN:summerclan (formerly of nightclan and brookclan — left because he had a crush on a bc tom; it ended as well as all his relationships do and then he was just kinda awkwardly loitering in the clan lol)
RANK: leader SEXUALITY: gay (m) + possibly poly he's only been to two or three orgies so it's really too early to tell ;^) MATE: none ALIGNMENT: chaotic good HOGWARTS HOUSE: hufflepuff (with a dash of slytherin) FAMILY: flickerflame (brother // nightclan // jetclaw), littlefang (sister // sunclan)
based on this quote: "the majority of his encounters were with men of violence, often working-class labouring types who might physically [...] assault him. the slang was 'rough trade', and he was a slave to it. he had an emotional compulsion to take risks, especially if he was drinking. he was often beaten, several times blackmailed, and would have very few meaningful relationships in his life, mostly torrid flings, one-night stands. he was a man of many companions destined always to be alone. [...] and yet, [...] his appetite was rarely less than voracious."
a cheerful, friendly tom with a pretty tortoiseshell coat, amber-brown eyes, a white chest, and a distinctive pale pink nose covered in dusty freckles. he is relentlessly optimistic, almost forcefully so, all bubbly chatter, happy smiles, ceaseless joking, and unconditional support. he loves to flirt with anyone and everyone, in an innocent, sunny sort of way, because he likes to make others feel pretty and loved, and he loves to make them smile. he truly believes in the best in everybody - and this is where the pain creeps in. a terrible judge of character and quietly stubborn where hope is concerned, he will wait for moons for someone to come out of their shell, will stay in the cold and the rain for weeks because someone told him they were coming back, will spend years in a bad situation because he's so sure it's going to get better, they're going to be kinder, they're going to treat him well. he will so often slink home broken and bleeding, all gentle smiles and bloody lips and no, no, don't worry, i'm fine, because he always falls for the wrong tom, and he's such a fool for sad stories and broken boys. he wants to help, he wants to make them feel better, he wants to make them happy - and that is so very easy to take advantage of. he will fall for rogues, for loners, for cats of other clans on border patrols - and every time, he will come out of it with a battered body and a quiet sigh and his fragile, constant hope still fluttering weakly in his heart. he walks with a permanent limp because of one such encounter.
there are times when the cruelty gets to him, times when he retreats into silence and hunger and messy, broken regret. but those times never last for long. he's always back on his feet, as flirtatious and silly and optimistic as ever, ready to again be crushed into pieces by the next pretty face. at this point, there's a part of him that's frightened such abuse has become an addiction, and that he's fallen just as in love with it as he is with everything else in the world.
formerly of nightclan and brookclan, the latter one having been an ill-planned, rash decision influenced entirely by a pretty-faced tom who promised him the world and gave him little but bruises and neglect instead. still, he bounced back. he always does. he was welcomed in by ravenstar after a chance meeting at the summerclan border; she recognised his yearning for a place he truly belonged, and he recognised the kindness he'd been blindly reaching for his whole life, like a delicate-winged moth looking for a gentle flame and finding the burning sun instead. but he isn't terribly good at letting himself be at peace, even in such a place as this, where it would be so terribly easy to just let himself be. his taste for danger will always be his own destruction.
fun facts: - always smells vaguely of mandarins and rosemary - he loves to sing, even though he’s terrible at it. old sea shanties are his favourites. he can also sing and whistle just like a bird - he can read a few letters of the english alphabet after spending time with a kittypet fling - he dances on his tip-toes when he’s excited - the bridge of his nose is covered in freckles - he’s not a fast runner, due to his fractured fore-leg; one of his greatest fears is being forced to run for his life and being unable to — subsequently, he’ll always try diplomacy before battle - he likes cats with blue eyes - he’s always sort of wondered what it’d be like to wear a kittypet collar, and to be a kittypet in general - his pawpads are heavily scarred and mostly numb from a bad romantic encounter involving rocks - he’s not the type to get jealous, and has honestly never really experienced it over anything - he has somehow met eshek and she is his evil protector and self-proclaimed big sister. she does a bad job, tho. he needs more protection. but they love each other
T H E M E S : feelings are fatal by mxmtoon jar of hearts (cover) by kurt hugo schneider and sam tsui happy pills by weathers be your shadow by the wombats soldier, poet, king by the oh hellos ultralife by oh wonder parents by YUNGBLUD rousseau - ep version by nerina pallot suite one: a malfoy by imogen heap the idea of you by mxmtoon take me to church (cover) by jasmine thompson firsttime by vance joy rabbit onesie by shindig guillotine by jon bellion
but we all know his theme is actually don't stare at the sun from high school musical: a bad lip reading
i. if same-clan: doefreckle comes home dripping with blood; another tom is horrified and pesters him for information, doefreckle tries to be nonchalant and brush off the questioning, he probably ends up breaking down and crying. if cross-clan: a tom finds him near the border, terribly injured and trying to avoid going back to camp. the same thing ensues, and then they agree to meet again the next night. cute adventures and forbidden love. maybe doefreckle ends up leaving his clan to be with him; maybe their relationship is discovered (with a Dramatic, Emotional plot where they're being all sweet and affectionate and peaceful and Happy and then they're sprung by someone cruel and torn apart and we all CRY) and one (or both) of them end(s) up being executed for their love? while the other watches and can't do anything to stop it? good times either way LMAO! we stan inflicting emotional trauma on fictional gay cats in this house
ii. best friends!!! odd-couple friends, with someone who's grumpy and snarky and mean and then doefreckle is just so cheerful and optimistic and !!! or the both of them are happy and bubbly and they play pranks on everyone and go on adventures and love each other, bye !
iii. m u r d e r c o v e r u p (a la the secret history). he has another fling with an abusive tom and, for the first time, fights back and accidentally kills him. he panics and a group of friends (or acquaintances, or enemies - they might just be a ramshackle band of strangers from other clans who are in the wrong place at the wrong time and for SOME REASON decide to help) help him hide the body and cover up the murder. and then they all become best friends.
iv. doefreckle and a bunch of close friends find a twoleg campsite that has recently been vacated. the campfire is still burning and they all gather around it and tell ghost stories, eat, snuggle, play games (truth or dare, never have i ever, hide and seek in the dark after they've all been spooked by scary stories and everyone is jumping at nothing, perfect), explore, and just have general banter. i'd love it to have a really organic, natural flow so they'd (and we'd) probably all have to know each other pretty well :'^D <33
[ this could really be done with littlefawn and eshek as well, tho the latter would probably incorporate a bit more bloodshed into the campfire fun LMAO ] [ fancy a spot of cannibalism in the fire light, anyone? maybe a manhunt? the prize is the screams of the dying ]
v. just like.... a cute getting-to-know-you, blossoming romance thread where they climb trees and run through fields of fireflies and are soft cliche gays lol
vi. a quest to the sea!! pretty much like the journey to the sun-drowned place in the new prophecy: a group of cats (mismatched, or friends, or strangers, cross-clan, same-clan, w/e) is sent to the ocean on a mission for whatever reason and mayhem ensues - bonding, arguments, sing-alongs, everybody getting annoyed by the sing-alongs, struggling to find food, getting along, not getting along, huddling for warmth, sniping at how they've been forced together, etc.
[ this could also work for littlefawn ]
vii. something with the bc tom he left nightclan for?
because i need a personal limit for myself so i don't make endless characters and never Love Them LMAO
max. character limit: 35 it's 10 now okay it's 10 i'm making it 10 11 AAAAHHHHH character count: 358 11 available characters left: 0
life is too short to rp straight cats lol
current & potential plots to do:
one day i'll make this pretty
littlefawn:
- budding romance w/ specklepelt, in love with him but speckle is in love with ghoulmask, he tries to comfort him but it Hurts Inside bc speckle doesn't realise littlefawn's feelings for him, all very sad, and then they fall in love, ugh yesss (zuno)
- love triangle with specklepelt and ghoulmask (zuno and sinful)
- adopt kits with specklepelt (zuno)
- friendship with eveningspark, internalised transphobia vs. internalised homophobia, cute best friends (zuno)
- friendship with teddy (sinful)
- friendship with nikkopaw, getting high on herbs, hurt/comfort (faith)
- friendship with windyhurricane, getting into accidental mayhem (faith)
- getting bullied a bit by barrenfrost (faith) THREAD
a horror movie-style mass rp; a desperate struggle to survive.
bring in eerie abandoned twoleg dens to hide in; bring in trying to avoid being hit by swerving monsters while someone chases you; bring in a cat being dragged, kicking and screaming, to a river to be drowned; bring in a nightmare on elm street situation, where a cat has to stay awake and they keep flickering in and out of consciousness, in and out of their home, and then they get stuck in the bad place and have to kill their way out; bring in losing your friends and being stuck alone in the darkness, trying to stay alive and get back to them, and then the joy-and-terror reunion when you finally do.
bring in a hunt, where the cats are the prey: cats fleeing through the night-time forests as they are chased, through the mountains, through the midnight moors, trying so hard to be quiet; a deadly game of hide and seek, losing their footing in the darkness and falling to their deaths from cliff faces, cowering in abandoned fox dens and badger sets and trying to stop themselves from trembling while the hunters prowl through the darkness, growling out promises of all they're going to do to them; a desperate final chase, leaping through treetops, swimming against the current of rivers to get away, running and hiding and running until they physically can't anymore, until their lungs are burning and their eyes are watering and they're SO AFRAID, far away from safety, from comfort, from everything that's good.
just darkness, and terror, and breath misting in the cold, and holding your breath, and trying so hard to be quiet because you know they're right around the other side of this tree trunk.
no one would necessarily play the hunters, and it might be no more than one (supernatural) creature - maybe a werewolf or wendigo or anything else super spooky and creepy! it might actually be scarier to have no one actually being the one chasing you - just one post at the start saying where the creature is and a map of the boundaries you have to play within, and then having to make everything up as you go and imagine where it might be next. it would make you as out of control and out of the loop as your character(s).
maybe it could be like a big, site-wide halloween event, with a separate forum where you can choose which rpers you want to form a group with or where you're randomly assigned to a group to survive in (cross-clan or same-clan), and/or there's a mass rp, as well as just being able to make up solo story-style threads to detail what your character goes through by themselves! the latter wouldn't necessarily be an rp, but everyone could read it like a ghost story, and it could be like a pre-cursor to joining the actual roleplaying! you could turn on each other, form alliances, betray them, anything! and it could be considered non-canon, so if you want your character to die just for the sake of the halloween experience, they don't necessarily have to be dead in the regular world, nor do any characters have to remember the events after the fact - unless you want them to have flashes of memory that no one else remembers and it messes with them and makes them think they're going mad ;^) it could just be a stand-alone, non-canon spooky rp!
possible character: bobbie (billie?) - f - lesbian pan
i know i said only 3 but now i love her please take me out
she's a soft hufflepuff and i would kill a man for her
i would kill a man anyway
bobbie:
basically she's luna lovegood let's not try to pretend otherwise here ♥
PREDOMINANT TRAITS: very large and fluffy and THICC, confident, loves gardening, knows all the flowers and their meanings, often sings to herself very softly, mumbles under her breath, mind always drifting off, loves to make other feel loved, a little odd and eccentric, believes in faeries and folktales, loves ghost stories and fresh fruit, she loves the aesthetic of falling in love with your friend and dying young in a dark, haunted, overgrown mansion garden whilst the devil looks on (if she were human, her favourite books would be the secret history and the picture of dorian grey, what more need i say), loves to go on adventures and feel gloomy for the Romantic Aesthetic of it, even tho she's really quite cheerful, forgetful/bad memory, a complete dom, dainty despite her size
[ filled with anger bubbling just below the surface and ready to erupt if she ever remembers who she really is ]
CLAN: dayclan SEXUALITY: pan (f) MATE: none RANK: warrior [+ herb reporter/trail blazer] ALIGNMENT: chaotic good HOGWARTS HOUSE: slytherpuff
OOGITY BOOGITY BOO OHH LAWD HERE SHE COMES! OH LAWD SHE A-COMIN! HERE SHE IS! OOHH MAMA LAWDY BOW DOWN!
a huge, chubby she-cat with white, feathery fur, ginger tabby patches, small ears, and big chestnut eyes rimmed with gentle, smoky black. everything about her is like a cloud - soft, and squishy, and as easy as anything to melt into; you could get lost for hours in her fur, with her deep, rumbling purr and warm skin and that sweet, flowery smell. all the other parts are eccentric, to put it nicely, and a little odd, to put it truthfully - she often sings to herself very softly, songs with made-up words and fantastical stories and lilting rhythms; she mumbles under her breath, and drifts off mid-sentence to chase airy thoughts inside her head; she loves fresh fruit and ghost stories and making others feel loved; she has a passion for gardening and knows all the meanings of all the flowers she's ever seen, whiling away hours in meadows and forests while the sun slips by, unnoticed and forgotten, and sometimes bringing back the loveliest ones for any she-cat that she wants to make feel pretty; she believes in faeries and folktales and often leaves little offerings and gifts to the unseen creatures lurking on the edge of this world.
she loves to go on adventures and feel gloomy purely for the romantic aesthetic of it - and she lives for the aesthetic of falling in love with your friend and dying young in a dark, haunted, overgrown mansion garden whilst the devil looks on, of murder and lost childhood friends, of graveyards and dead roses and dust, of darkness and dancing unobtainable joy, of wistful love and dying unfulfilled before one's time. there's really nothing lovelier, she thinks, than wasted time and youth lost to trauma - and a sick little part of her yearns to inflict it on someone, or to have it afflicted upon her, just for the adventure of it all, with soft, dreamy sighs and far-away eyes and gentle smiles. in truth, she's really quite cheerful, all confident, un-self-conscious warmth and kindness and forgetful, drifting love. she knows who she is and she doesn't mind at all what anyone else might say. she believes all cats are inherently cruel and she's enthralled by it.
“i am no bird, and no net ensnares me”
[ undecided backstory, idk if i like it?: she really is quite forgetful, silly little thing that she is. and it's probably for the best. not long ago, she was a monster. born a rogue, she always had a piece missing - where others felt empathy, she felt nothing; where others grieved, and loved, and felt fear, joy, pain, there was just emptiness and a terrible, gurgling rage. when she was still young, she murdered her parents and siblings just to see what it felt like - and it was the closest she had ever come to feeling anything at all: a sick, wispy sort of pleasure. as she grew, she took to wandering the world and killing in exchange for a debt. if they were unable to repay the debt when it was called upon, at any hour of any day, what became of them was no better than what had become of the ones they had put at her mercy - and that was so often the case, as she purposely asked of them impossible things she knew they could never deliver. it was a terrible game, and she was so very fond of playing it, if she could ever really be fond of anything at all. cold, and quiet, and entirely unfeeling, she became a nightmare. and then, one day, she made a mistake, and a murder got messy, and the victim fought back. she took a blow to the head and woke up with only fleeting memories of who she was and where she had come from. but, oh, there's still that anger. lord help us if it ever wakes up. ]
alvah faris: eerie bloodline PREDOMINANT TRAITS: eyes that reflect copper in the right light, trans tom, a complete dandy, lives in his own invented reality to cope with the trauma of his childhood, incredibly tall, extravagant, lazy, and bored
adopted from honeystorm; original description:
alvah faris (meaning evil/immoral knight)
"pure death cloaks his frame, an ebony so dark it draws in the light, leaving him but a silhouette in the world, save for the bony white that whispers at the tips of his neck fur like a low hanging fog, and the brilliant blue eyes that reflect copper, unmistakable and dangerous"
CLAN: dayclan (league blood) SEXUALITY/GENDER: bi/asexual & trans tom MATE: none RANK: ? ALIGNMENT: lawful evil HOGWARTS HOUSE: gryffinclaw FAMILY: fia cendrillion (sister), lorelai manina (sister, primal instinct) ahava vairocana (mother, primal instinct), unknown father (deceased), senescence/wanderingwight (maternal grandmother), rake (great-grandfather), glowstar (great-grandmother), lucistic/leucisticcrow (great-uncle), and just... so many more. so many more that i cry in fear and joy and love
an impossibly tall, sleek black tom with fur that's longer, softer, and pale-tipped around his neck and eerie blue eyes that reflect copper in the right lighting. despite his massive build - taller than both his siblings and larger than most of his family, which is already known for their towering height - he is surprisingly dainty, all slender legs, graceful movements, and a narrow, pretty face. more than anything, once one gets past the intimidating size and ghostly eyes, he is a complete drama queen, pretentious, condescending, and dreadfully extravagant. rose petals and velvet and red wine, arched windows and marble fireplaces and springtime rain - he lives his life around the aesthetic of dandies and fops. with such fancy, expensive tastes and poor work ethic, he is far more likely to throw himself dramatically against rocks and lounge seductively over logs, to host exclusive, snobby parties and titter behind his paw at the faux pas of the uncultured multitudes than he is to ever raise a paw to help his clan. grand, prissy, prim and proper - he will only eat the finest meals and wears a velvet black bow tie from one of the many times he has turned to twolegs to give him the food befitting one of his class rather than eat from a fresh-kill pile shared with those so far beneath him. exceptionally lazy and exceptionally bored, he derives most of his pleasure from mocking those he deems inferior.
though generally cold, he will fly into a rage if he is misgendered; he has lived as a tom since he was three moons old. he prefers to watch cruelty and bloodshed and give instructions from the sidelines than partake in it himself; however, he does have a temper buried deep beneath his skin and will sometimes explode into a blind, homicidal state which he quite often can't remember afterwards - he'll turn sly and cruel, coaxing mothers out to be slaughtered by holding their kits in his teeth, and wake up hours later in a pool of blood and sinew. despite all the pretenses and affectations, he is extraordinarily fragile and insecure. he wants to be taken care of and loved for him, not flattered and praised for someone he isn't. he is secretly supportive of most others and loves seeing perfect strangers succeed at things, whether that be catching their first bird in mid-air or slaughtering someone who hurt them; he will often give them subtle help and deny it if asked. he craves genuine bonds but pushes others away with condescending remarks; he's weird about physical contact - he is uncomfortable with it, but desperately craves it. a remnant of his youth, he would think, if he were one for introspection - he associates touch with pain and is still struggling to understand that it can be pleasant.
at birth, he and his two sisters were kidnapped by two rogue toms that had been following his family. the rogues became the only parents they had ever known, hot-headed and abusive and hateful; the three siblings were tortured, beaten half to death, forced to survive on whatever the rogues provided for them, which was often no more than the milk of whichever nameless queens they could find along the road; they grew up knowing only violence and misery and it quickly became the norm - something they deserved. subsequently, alvah rarely tries to fight back if he is attacked - not because he enjoys it, but because he learned young to simply go still and let it happen. when he and his siblings were two moons old, they devised a plan to escape - but only he and one sister managed to get out and they were forced to leave the last one behind. they stayed together until they were six moons old, without names or homes or stories - they were simply "sister" and "brother". when they were six moons of age, they were separated and brother found himself on dayclan territory, where he was found by a dayclan she-cat named wanderingwight. he was brought into the clan, where he was reunited with the sister he hadn't been able to save from the rogues. by then, overwhelmed by grief and fear, he had already slipped into a fictional world of his own making.
he knows nothing of his family roots and only remembers fragments of his childhood; he has blocked most of it out and lives in a semi-invented, dissociated reality of invite-only parties, victorian splendour and red velvet. if he were to remember everything and let himself be who he truly he is and who he is suppressing, he would be nothing but a frightening, mewling, lost, broken little kit terrified of everything and longing for the sister he lost along the way. he was stunted in his upbringing and still hasn't recovered. the parts of his past he does remember, he is surprisingly open about, in a melodramatic, performative sort of way, for gasps and shock and applause. eaten alive by guilt. looks down on primal instinct as uncouth roughians. loyal only to his sisters; feels love only for them. numb, but still soft on the inside - he understands what is right and wrong and desperately wants to help those in pain and in need; but he won't, because the abuse of his youth instilled within him a terrible sense of learned helplessness and he believes himself to be as helpless and useless as a kit. deep down, kind and selfless, but far too broken to ever let it show, or to even know it's there.
T H E M E S : cherry cola by october jenny of oldstones by florence + the machine carmen, suite no. 2: viii. habanera by alexander titov the secret history by the chamber orchestra of london
random snippets of dialogue:
"oh, look here, darling, you got blood on my coat"
"must you really act like such an uncultured barbarian, darling? it pains me to think i could possibly share blood with you, truly. to think! i could be related to such... to such commonality. it beggars belief"
"oh, yes, sweetheart, please do tell us more - i think i shall die of heartache if i am left wanting for even one more pitiful little moment"
"you truly are too kind"
"cultured as always, lucistic. or are you going by that other little name of yours nowadays? what is it again? leucisticcrow? how terribly charming"
"hello, darling, yes, yes, nice to see you, too - watch the fur, i just had it cleaned"
trigger warning for skin stuff that i know always makes me squirm:
i had the absolute loveliest nightmare where i was terrified by all these otherworldly encounters i was having with ghosts and monsters, and then i felt this sudden overwhelming sense of peace. so, i looked down and there was this oriental short-hair cat. i crouched down to pet them - but as i did, i realised that their fur was made of woodchips. i pet harder and the woodchips started to flake off and peel away. underneath, there was dark, wet dirt, then dark green moss, and then it's white skeleton. the whole time, it was watching me in silence, but i wasn't afraid - it felt so calm, so mysterious, so friendly in the most distant, watchful, quiet sort of way. and i just felt all my stress and fear melt away and i woke up and just immediately thought "i just met my soul".
idk how this could be used in a plot but i'm just gonna leave this here for myself because i love her
born and raised as a kittypet, she lived the first year of her life in comfort and safety; mornings in the garden, evenings spent purring on her twolegs' laps. one day, some neighbourhood children trapped her in a box. they dropped fireworks in with her and laughed as she screamed. they tortured her for hours before they finally grew bored and left her to bleed out in an alley way. against the odds, she survived and never went home.
that day left her with few visible injuries, save for short, charred whiskers and eyes that look a little too bright, like the fireworks are still exploding in front of her. the internal scars run far deeper.
she has a deep, drawling voice, somewhere between lethargic and vacant, and accented with the slow langour of old new york money. she lives just as lazily as she speaks, more often than not out of her mind on medicinal herbs; she lounges around for days on end, lazy and empty, staring bleary-eyed and unseeing through half-lidded eyes and laughing dreamily at the jokes of ghosts and hallucinations. sometimes she sings and dances through the haze of smoke and half-memories, voice soft and husky and movements as slow and languid as burning oil. her heart beats so lazily she sometimes forgets it's beating at all.
she runs a den in the heart of the city, letting cats forget their pain in the cloud of herbs for the price of a debt. she weaves among them, offering the promise of forgetting for just an an hour, whispering gentle falsehoods in their ears as they drift off into nothing. she might never call in the debt - but if she does, and they are unable to pay, she can take lives just as slowly as she can breathe smoke out into the night-time air.
she always welcomes newcomers into her den, listening to their woes and comforting them like kits as she plies their lips open with hazy, gentle words and leaves addictions in her wake.
there's an air of death and slow rot about her that is so at odds with the sweet smell of herbs and the calm of her voice and heavy-lidded eyes. she's sensual, in a quietly-dying sort of way; homicidal, in a lethargic sort of way; a villain, in a drawling, smoke-and-flowers sort of way.
on the rare occasions she isn't sleepy and slow-speaking, she is a jittery, anxious mess - she needs her herbs to stay sane, and without them she's a watercolour of trauma and hysteria and an aching soul, begging for death from perfect strangers and seeking comfort from any she-cat with soft enough fur.
though she never gets much involved in politics, far happier to simply let the months drag by beyond the walls of her den, she doesn't mind the idea of running the city, a trophy wife to a greedy queen, losing her mind on a rooftop and knowing she owns all those pretty lights and corpses down below without having to lift a finger or do anything more than look nice for her wife and get lost in the smoke clouds, dripping in expensive trinkets and humming songs with words she forgot a long time ago.
a large black she-cat with a white dash on her chest and pale, glassy green eyes.
tl;dr: she's a 1920s lesbian gold-digger madame with the vibe and voice of lana del rey if she ran an opium den, don't even @ me i love her and she just wants a wife to buy her diamonds and let her slowly die in peace w/ her aching soul
THEMES: money power glory by lana del rey f'd my way up to the top by " young and beautiful by " national anthem by " basically every song by lana del rey, u already kno what tf is up
to do: - write percy and chauncey’s bios - write remi’s bio - make fallclan (sonja) and sunclan (littlefang, doe's sister) she-cats
" i'm waiting for my curtain call " KNOCK KNOCK, WHO'S THERE?
evil!doe plot idea:
- doe is infected by a dark forest virus (a blood curse) that has lain dormant in his family bloodline for generations; years earlier, his great-great-grandmother (pi?) had kits with a dark forest tom, and he is the culmination of that lineage.
- eventually, something (a dream? a near-death experience like battle or illness?) triggers it and he becomes evil, turning on his clanmates and his loved ones. his personality completely shifts and he becomes cruel, arrogant, sly, and violent.
- he allies himself and his clan (against their will, in fear of their lives) with a villainous cat/group. he becomes a genuinely deadly threat. summerclan, and possibly some of the other (mountain?) clans, realise there are only two options open to them: depose and kill him before he can do further harm to the clans, or somehow treat him. those who care for him stall for time; others are hounding for his blood.
- a tom he has grown to love tries to get through to doe and appeal to his soft side (possibly this other lad is asked to go by the other clans, knowing he stands the best chance of reaching doe; possibly he goes of his own initiative in secret); for a moment, the real doe shines through and they rejoice. then, the virus takes back control and doe kills him.
- somehow, the virus is treated, but not before doe has infected more cats and many have died. he gets better and wakes up, covered in the blood of the tom he loved, maybe over his mangled corpse for extra brownie points of pain. he lives for the rest of his life with the knowledge that he murdered him.
theme for plot: let me through by CG5, dolvondo aftermath: wires by the neighbourhood aftermath 2.0: typical story by hobo johnson
a petit, pretty light brown tabby tom with pale green eyes, a white chest and paws, large ears, and scraggly whiskers. his delicate looks err on the side of feminine, all soft lines, a small mouth, and a narrow, triangular face — but there's no mistaking the gleeful glint in his eyes for anything but cruelty.
he was born with something missing; and where that thing wasn't, something else crept in to take its place. a natural psychopath, he is deceptively sweet for as long as it pleases him to be so, playing on his looks and the effects he can have on other cats. though he isn't attracted to them, he will occasionally play with the feelings of she-cats, just to watch them shatter when he takes the affection away. sly, softly-spoken, and sickly sweet, his facade only drops around his siblings; he'll walk into a room with a beaming smile on his face and fall into cold narcissism the moment the door closes, all sneers and callousness, like the effort of having to keep up appearances and pretend to feel a thing is an exhausting burden. the few who know the truth about him will often mock the quick transition from sweet, baby-faced cutie to snarling grump.
a side effect of his psychopathy is poor decision making skills; he'll rush into bloodshed with a scream and realise too late that lovely goodie-two-shoes don't kill. more than once, he has adopted his sweet persona in the midst of a bloodbath and slip sheepishly away, like it was all just some tricky misunderstanding. far from cold, he has rather the royal temper; he is spoiled and bratty and throws tantrums when he doesn't get precisely what he wants. a wild card, he can offer genuine help to a noble cause and retract it a moment later, neither instance any less authentic than the other; he simply has a remarkably short attention span and flits from one interest to the other without ever truly laying down roots.
he has a vague desire to be a puppet master with the rest of the forest on his strings, but only if it's fun. thought mostly flippant and careless, he has moments of loyalty and is your go-to guy if you want an attack dog to look cute and back you up; i mean, what better bodyguard could there be than someone who has no real feelings and nothing to lose? you need a back-up singer for your rap battle? back-up dancer for your dance-off in the streets? someone to just heckle and jeer your oppositon and make up rude chants? look no further than this cute, corrupt, tea-spilling little waste of space.
plots: - i’d love for him to like, manipulate this she-cat and she falls in love with him and he has kits with her just for the lols and to see what happens, and then he’s just the most awful dad but he actually ends up having a lovely relationship with the she-cat just as a best friend once she realises he’s The Big Gay and he’s like “ew gross can i hang out with you without the offspring please” and then the kits probably grow up with issues bc of his lowkey abuse
- i want him to be some authority figure’s pet chaotic rentboy, like either a villainous Big Bad cat and he’s like “yeah!!! you big meanies better listen to ‘em (whispers in his actual voice) or i will genuinely cut you sweetie don’t try me’, or an honourable Good cat and he’s just this absolutely terrible little guy saying snarky things and eating grapes on a velvet chaise-lounge bc he’s Untouchable. male or female idc ♥️
GROUP: absum lux RANK: combatant SEXUALITY: grey-ace & aro (gay if/when she recovers from her trauma) MATE: none FAMILY: kotori (father, PI), cyra (mother, PI), thane (uncle, AL), peach (uncle's husband, AL), chiharu (sister, AL), akabane (brother, PI), mirza (brother, PI), cas (brother, RR), emiko (sister, RR), parisa (sister, PI), sable-kun (aunt, AL), zakiyyah (aunt, RR), sean and shule (grandparents, RR), vera e’tani (grandmother, PI, deceased)
A small, thin black bengal she-cat with bright green eyes and rose-cream tabby markings wisping across her eyes, her muzzle, and her chest. The child of Vera E’Tani’s daughter Cyra and Primal Instinct hunter Kotori, she was never going to have a happy life. According to her mother’s side of the family, black bengals were no better than demons and deserved no mercy or affection; her father knew that his daughter could be banished or physically harmed by Vera, and so, afraid for his kit’s life, coated her in ash every day to hide the bengal markings and make her seem like a pure black cat. Now that Vera is no longer the Nemesis and Vespera, better known as Eve, is no longer in the League, there’s no reason for her to continue the charade; but, much to her family’s distress, the disgust for her true appearance rubbed off on her and she continues to hide her true markings, thinking herself ugly and impure and inherently worth less than a cat without her physical deformities. She often feels conflicted; she’s envious of others’ beautiful pelt markings and wishes she had something that made her special, but is too afraid to show her true appearance to the world.
Closest to her aunt Sable out of all her family members, she has been taught by her to write the secret SpringClan language, among other, darker things. A bit of an oddball and a killer like most the cats she grew up around, she was inspired by her aunt to kidnap victims, find that one special cat who loves them, and give them riddles as to how to find them; then, it’s a race against the clock as she counts down the time limit. If they make it in time to find their loved one, they can take them home and keep them; if not, she gets to kill them — slowly, beautifully, artistically. It’s a fight against time and a battle of wits, and she loves it when they find them just as much as she loves it when they don’t; she gets far more pleasure out of watching them squirm with fear than kill them. She’ll often try to comfort her victims by cuddling up with them and murmuring sweet, quiet reassurances; and if she has to kill them, she’ll cry all the while, truly believing that she’s being forced to do it and she has no choice. It’s a little like reverse Stockholm Syndrome; she falls for her captives every time, and every time it breaks her heart anew to tear them apart. When she still lived in the League with her father, with whom she has the worst relationship out of all her siblings, this quirk of hers often annoyed them; they just wanted someone dead, and instead she was writing out riddles for cats to decipher. Death, after all, is a tragic sort of poetry, and it’s her job to make it as beautiful as it is sad. Her heart really does break for them, truly.
Quiet, soft-spoken, and seemingly quite sweet and innocent, she enjoys doing things for others and will often bring cats breakfast in bed and recite for them a little poem that she’s composed just for them. When she was a trainee, she moved to Absum Lux to be with her uncle Thane/Fuzzyheart and his mate Peach. She’s as wispy as air; no real attachments, nothing keeping her tied to this world but sadness and riddles — she sometimes feel like she’s just floating along with the breeze, like a speck of dandelion fluff. However, she’s quietly resentful of her better-loved siblings who were never made to hate themselves for the way they look, and is silently, slowly plotting her revenge. One day, she quietly dreams of gathering them all together for one final riddle before they all die together, one, big happy family.
1-7 moons: born in nightclan, is held back from his apprenticeship for a moon due to illness; his brother is promoted without him ➺7-11 moons: works twice as hard during his apprenticeship and the hard work and determination pays off; sometime during these moons, he meets eshek when she's a trainee and develops an odd friendship; he manages to earn his warrior name at the same time as his brother, and they sit their silent vigil together ➺ 11 moons: the night of his vigil, he sneaks out of camp to visit a loner he's been seeing and tell him the good news; the newly-named and twice-as-innocent doefreckle tells him he loves him, the loner reacts badly and, in a moment of insecurity and anger, attacks doefreckle; his front leg is broken and he is confined to the medicine den for a moon and barred from his warrior duties ➺12-15 moons: recovered enough to start light warrior tasks, but his leg is irrevocably ruined and he has to re-learn how to fight and hunt with a permanent disability; all his hard work during his apprenticeship is seemingly for nothing ➺15 moons: wanting to start fresh, he leaves his brother behind in nightclan and joins brookclan ➺15-18 moons: lives as a voiny in brookclan; falls for colin, has a fling with skye, meets funk; after his encounter with funk, he is too traumatised to stay in the clan and wanders aimlessly for days; he ends up in summerclan territory, is welcomed by ravenstar, and is quickly appointed deputy ➺18-19 moons: deputyship; meets chimerastar and their relationship starts ➺19 moons-current: ravenstar abdicates and he becomes leader; meets shadedstar, bijou, and ghoulstar, and adopts lilykit, foxkit, applekit, and batkit; after more than a week without a deputy, appoints odysseyfright as his successor.
note: timeline and ages may be completely different to jet's timeline/age for flickerflame, but i'm a chaotic god and the cats don't need to know that we're messing with their understanding of time and space extra note: wow my boy is young ?? i love him
themes: dead mom & say my name & home (sophie anne caruso), upside down (paloma faith), bridges (fallulah), the fear (lily allen), carrie (moaning lisa), ladylike/whatta b*tch (the regrettes), bloodsuckers (johnny hollow), empires (the electric swing circus)
and i am a weapon of massive consumption, it's not my fault it's how i'm programmed to function (no, i won't smile but i'll show you my teeth, i've been polite but won't be caught dead lettin' a man tell me what i should do in my bed, i'm no sweet dream but i'm a hell of a night)
" it was a terrible habit of hers, to make herself out to be so careless and thoughtless and wild just because she was afraid of anyone expecting something of her, just because it was easier to make herself out to be stupid and rash than it was to accept the certainty of failure and what someone believing in her intelligence might cost her when she inevitably lets them down. "
additional info
IN ONE WORD: insecure
AGE: 24 moons
BIRTHDAY: june 11th (gemini, ayy doe's twin)
BEST FRIENDS: lucistic and innocentia
LIKES: fancy things (see: white marble and decadence that verges on tacky), torture, kits, stargazing
DISLIKES: toms, waking up early, sunsets (the end of the day depresses her), funk
ASPIRATIONS: to live a quiet, uneventful life in peace and be taken care of, to live to an old age and watch her future kits grow up, to retire from being proxy and have nothing else important ever happen to her
FEARS: being forced to become nemesis, something happening to the few cats she truly cares about (lorah, innocentia, lucistic, funk, senescence, doestar) or being ordered to kill them, her mother being disappointed in her, dying young or in battle, being tortured, being a bad mother, never being happy, never settling down (she and doestar are both restless and craves constant movement and adventure because they're afraid of what being vulnerable and tied down could lead to if another cat realises they're unworthy and unlovable; but, while doe loves adventure, eshek hates it. it's tiring and overwhelming and she just wants to be a housewife)
TRIGGERS & SORE POINTS: mentions of her relationships with she-cats, absent or abusive fathers, mothers
NOTABLE ASPECTS OF APPEARANCE: taller than an average she-cat, very sharp claws, pristine fur
CHIEF PSYCHOLOGICAL DRIVER: the loss of her mother; she grew up without one, never having known what it was like, and her entire life is a search for someone to fill that void and a quest to make her dead mother proud of her
NOTABLE POINTS OF HISTORY: killed her father and her half-siblings, save for lorah, when she was nine moons old
ZODIAC TRAITS: "intelligent, nervous about making decisions, finds comfort in superficial things, either overly analytical or dangerously impulsive, irresponsible, flighty, nosy, family means more than anything, can have deep conversations just as much as they can gossip about meaningless things, tend to be best friends with their siblings because loyalty and understanding are pre-built into the sibling dynamic"
BONUS THEME FOR LUCISTIC & ESHEK:that beautiful sound from the beetlejuice original broadway cast recording
hey mom, dead mom, i need a little help here. dead mom, i'm tired of trying to iron out my creases, i'm a bunch of broken pieces. "hurry up, get happy, move along, forget about your mom".
mama, i could search for all eternity and never see your face. help me out, i'm lost without you. you left but i'm still standing, spinning on this infinite road. the nothingness ahead of me, is this the end you meant for me? your daughter is calling your name, i've burned all my bridges and games. mom, i don't wanna forget you. i promise, i'm never gonna forget you.
but daddy's lost his mind for real, you won't believe the mess that we've become. mama, won't you send a sign? i'm running out of hope and time. no more playing daddy's game, i'll go insane if things don't change.
teach dad a lesson; so he wants the perfect daughter, i'll lead that lamb to slaughter. i'll make him say my name.
kits: lilykit, applekit, foxkit ✝, batkit ✝ (adopted, with shadedsun), bluebellkit, snowdropkit, jasminekit, tulipkit, poppykit (with beetuft as surrogate)
family: flickerflame (brother, nightclan)
themes:love might be found (montaigne), feelings are fatal (mxmtoon), happy pills (weathers), sick (cxloe), ultralife (oh wonder), california (grimes), saturday sun (vance joy), guillotine (jon bellion)
i'll get creative and come up with ways to be happy (should we try again, and smile again; oh, this is for love that we try, that we pray)
" it was a terrible habit of his, one he didn’t even quite realise he possessed: as desperate as he was for love, as sweet and cheerful and innocent as he always seemed, he knew he was pretty, and he teased cats he knew had feelings for him; he held himself just out of reach, played off their weak spots and enjoyed being wanted and unattainable, drawing close and backing away before they could get a proper taste. maybe it was his twisted little bargaining chip to ensure he was never alone, to ensure he was always loved, always desired.
another awful trait of his was his sense of spoiled entitlement - despite all his insecurities, despite his belief that he was worth nothing and deserving of even less, despite the sick little thrill that he got at that very thought, he was still used to being able to use his pretty face and his charm to get what he wanted. more often than not, it backfired horribly in his face and left him with a new bruise to heal, but he never learned. most of the time, he didn't even realise he was manipulating a situation in his favour, didn't even realise he was flirting or taking advantage of natural weaknesses to make somebody do what he wanted them to - he was all sweetness and sunshine and soft, bunny rabbit smiles, how could he possibly be that little bit cruel? "
additional info
IN ONE WORD: dreamer
FORMER NAME: doefreckle
AGE: 21 moons
BIRTHDAY: june 11th (gemini)
LIKES: plants and flowers, sunsets, water, singing and listening to others sing even if he's pretty bad at it, night-time, ghost stories, the smell of sweet smoke
DISLIKES: being alone, being confined and feeling tied down, repetition and routine, starclan, ducks, public speaking, dwelling on the past, thinking too hard, waking up early, fighting, funk
ASPIRATIONS: to settle down in summerclan and be remembered as a kind, peaceful leader, to watch his kits lead long, happy lives, to have biological kits and grandkits, to be loved and love in return
FEARS: having to run for his life, living an uneventful, meaningless life, has a terrible habit of running from things that make him happy, because he's afraid of being trapped and/or failing someone by not living up to their hopes and expectations (better to self-sabotage than to inevitably disappoint), that someone will realise he's actually sad all the time, that funk was right and he'll never be good enough for someone to love
TRIGGERS: certain medicinal herbs, the words "useless", "unlovable", and "pathetic", being cornered, the smell of blood, primal instinct
NOTABLE ASPECTS OF APPEARANCE: fractured right forepaw (sticks outwards at an odd angle), small gaps in his fur from healed scars, quite small in size, his nose and the bridge of it are covered in dusty brown freckles, always smells of mandarins and rosemary from his den
CHIEF PSYCHOLOGICAL DRIVER: his dependence on others for a sense of safety and self-worth and his need to be loved
ZODIAC TRAITS: "seemingly two different personalities in one, sociable, communicative, ready for fun, a tendency to suddenly get serious, thoughtful and restless, fascinated by the world, extremely curious, a constant feeling that there is not enough time to experience everything they wants and that their other half is missing, so they are forever seeking new friends and people to talk to; gentle, affectionate, curious, adaptable, ability to learn quickly and exchange ideas; nervous, inconsistent, indecisive"
themes:cherry cola (october), intentions (22) (ziggy alberts), san francisco (foxygen), jenny of oldstones (florence + the machine), bellyache (billie eilish), waiting in line (harper finn, dende the sensei), pure (october), cemeteries of london (coldplay)
we live and then we die, particles that just collide. i don't wanna be pure, but then again i'm not sure. i'm not a bad person, but then again i'm not so sure. my intentions were good.
" medicine cats are a dime a dozen; all just follow the teachings passed down for centuries. well, i’m not interested in following someone else’s lessons. i’m gonna make my own. i'm peppermintpaw, by the way. you'll know my name one day, whether you like it or not "
additional info
IN ONE WORD: hungry
FUTURE NAME: peppermintspice
AGE: 8 moons
ALIGNMENT: chaotic good/lawful evil
BIRTHDAY: august 14th (leo)
LIKES: nature, plants, flowers, experimenting, coming up with new medical theories
DISLIKES: the fact that she has feelings, starclan
ASPIRATIONS: to gain power as the chief advisor to a leader and be worshiped as the most revolutionary and innovative medicine cat in history in her own right, to push boundaries and change the rules of medicine, to cure the incurable and heal the dying, to be remembered as the turning point in a new era, even if she has to feign a few plagues and break a few necks to get there (believes that the end justifies the means, and that she can be a good, noble cat even if she employs dark methods to prove her theories, because being able to cure future cats justifies sacrificing a few in the present, for the greater good)
FEARS:
TRIGGERS & SORE POINTS:
NOTABLE ASPECTS OF APPEARANCE:
NOTABLE POINTS OF HISTORY:
ZODIAC TRAITS: "blunt, sincere, honest, courageous, obsessed with winning, motivated by their fear of breakdown, disgusted by cowards, need to feel in control and in the orbit of leadership, honest, self-motivated, kind-hearted, broad-minded, faithful, loyal, resilient, imaginative, fiery, not good at offering support or physical affection, patronising and domineering, believe that their other capabilities and positive qualities allow them to behave like this"
god is in the houses and god is in my head, and all the cemeteries in london; i see god come in my garden, but i don't know what he said, for my heart it wasn't open
themes: stressed out (kina grannis), creep (haley reinhart), evil spider (benee), bloodlust (aeseaes), special death (mirah), bad things (meiko)
good girls do bad things sometimes, but we get by with it
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additional info
IN ONE WORD: poetic / fragile / insecure
AGE: 18 moons
BIRTHDAY: august 14th (leo)
LIKES: horror and death for the sake of art, slowly tearing someone apart piece by piece (she knows exactly how to keep someone alive for as long as possible and prides herself on that fact - she wouldn't want them to miss out on the beauty of her artistry and genuinely believes she's giving them a wonderful end), riddles, poetry, sunrises, cats with deformities or physical imperfections
DISLIKES: blood, flowers (too demonstrably artful for her tastes), prejudice
ASPIRATIONS: to gather her family together for one final riddle and die as one big, happy group, to make the most complex, beautiful riddle the world has ever seen, to make her father and aunt sable proud of her, to be told she's beautiful and truly believe they mean it
FEARS: her heritage coming back to hurt her, being truly seen for who she is, never finding someone she can be vulnerable with, outliving all her siblings, having to return to primal instinct permanently
TRIGGERS & SORE POINTS: the smell of charcoal or ash, aspersions cast about someone's appearance
NOTABLE ASPECTS OF APPEARANCE: small and frail, covers her fur with charcoal to hide her bengal markings, quite large ears
NOTABLE POINTS OF HISTORY:
ZODIAC TRAITS: "magnetic, caring, generous, honest, creative, a loner yet dependent on others for a sense of self-worth and stability"
