- 4-6 months old
- cutthroat, harsh, easily scared, alert
- fiercely independent, will not accept help from anyone
- stealthy and sneaky
- name starts with A?? artemis?
- was never taught manners
- defensive, sensitive, and easy to upset- easy to rile up, has a short temper
- loud and outspoken, will not shut up, likes to be part of the in-crowd
- the litter she was born in wasn't planned.
- unnecessarily violent, doesn't understand that violence isn't always the answer
- a kitten of some sort. small, scrappy, and wiry. has a lot of lean muscle and looks weaker than she actually is. maybe a blue point cat, idk what breed. dilute calico point? longer fur around face, chest, and tail. shorter fur everywhere else.
- hard to gain her respect but hard to lose it once it's gained
- loves being around people and loves attention, although she's unlikely to admit it. will often follow people she thinks are "cool" around.
- plot ideas: makes a friend of sorts and constantly follows them around? would probably be good at spying? develop some healthy relationships?
possible names - accalia or adalia
cis female, demipanromantic + pansexual (when older)
brief appearance - a scrappy dilute tortoiseshell kitten. she is smaller than your average kitten and, in her adulthood, weigh only six or seven pounds. she is wiry and too thin, the typical pudge of a kitten replaced by lean muscle. it is clear that life has not been kind to accalia- her bones stick out, she has a long scar, stretching from her jawline to her shoulder, and her fur is always ruffled. its particularly obvious on the longer parts of her coat; her cheeks, her tail, and her chest. she could certainly use a good bath. adalia looks like someone who has been running through the forest for days, and the wild look on her face shows she definitely has. her eyes are the only part of her that could be considered even remotely pretty. they are massive, expressive, and a beautiful shade of gold that contrasts well with her gray-and-tan fur.
brief history - she grew up in a rough family. it wasn't that her parents were horrific to her- neither of her parents ever laid a claw on her, but they payed her no heed other than to tell her how to fight and that if she didn't understand their instructions, she would be dead. unfriendly loners were common in the area, and if a little kitten pissed them off enough, they wouldn't show mercy. she was a good hunter, with soft paws and light weight, but that didn't mean she got enough food. her parents rarely remembered to drop by and give her a mouse, and so she learned how to steal. she learned the hard way that her parents were right and the loners were unfriendly when one gave her a scar after she took a shrew from them. that was the day that she decided that, if she was going to survive, she did need to be tough and she did need to be violent. she couldn't show fear or hesitate. if she hadn't fought back and given the loner a kick to the eye, she would have met her end. eventually, her parents grew tired of her being around, however little time she spent with them. they told her to get lost and so she did. it didn't change much, anyway.
"i don't need anyone." that's what she thinks. she didn't need her parents. she can survive fine on her own. she can hunt and she can hold her own in a fight- she might get a scar out of it, but she can do it. and yet, when she found the border of some strange group, she hesitated. a little part of her, deep inside her, said that she needed someone. "no." she said to it. but she didn't turn around. she didn't walk away from the border. she stayed and waited for someone to come along.
she can go down two paths - one, where she develops healthy relationships, people show her how to be kinder and less aggressive, and she becomes a better person or two, where nobody encourages kindness and instead they encourage her violent and harsh behavior and she keeps on going down her dark path.
independent and won't accept help, but she needs it. she likes to be around others, even if she is absolutely terrible at it and won't admit it. anyone who gives her praise or positive attention can easily influence her; she's starved for that stuff and will do whatever it takes to get more of it.
- cutthroat, harsh, easily scared, alert
- fiercely independent, will not accept help from anyone
- stealthy and sneaky
- name starts with A?? artemis?
- was never taught manners
- defensive, sensitive, and easy to upset- easy to rile up, has a short temper
- loud and outspoken, will not shut up, likes to be part of the in-crowd
- the litter she was born in wasn't planned.
- unnecessarily violent, doesn't understand that violence isn't always the answer
- a kitten of some sort. small, scrappy, and wiry. has a lot of lean muscle and looks weaker than she actually is. maybe a blue point cat, idk what breed. dilute calico point? longer fur around face, chest, and tail. shorter fur everywhere else.
- hard to gain her respect but hard to lose it once it's gained
- loves being around people and loves attention, although she's unlikely to admit it. will often follow people she thinks are "cool" around.
- plot ideas: makes a friend of sorts and constantly follows them around? would probably be good at spying? develop some healthy relationships?
possible names - accalia or adalia
cis female, demipanromantic + pansexual (when older)
brief appearance - a scrappy dilute tortoiseshell kitten. she is smaller than your average kitten and, in her adulthood, weigh only six or seven pounds. she is wiry and too thin, the typical pudge of a kitten replaced by lean muscle. it is clear that life has not been kind to accalia- her bones stick out, she has a long scar, stretching from her jawline to her shoulder, and her fur is always ruffled. its particularly obvious on the longer parts of her coat; her cheeks, her tail, and her chest. she could certainly use a good bath. adalia looks like someone who has been running through the forest for days, and the wild look on her face shows she definitely has. her eyes are the only part of her that could be considered even remotely pretty. they are massive, expressive, and a beautiful shade of gold that contrasts well with her gray-and-tan fur.
brief history - she grew up in a rough family. it wasn't that her parents were horrific to her- neither of her parents ever laid a claw on her, but they payed her no heed other than to tell her how to fight and that if she didn't understand their instructions, she would be dead. unfriendly loners were common in the area, and if a little kitten pissed them off enough, they wouldn't show mercy. she was a good hunter, with soft paws and light weight, but that didn't mean she got enough food. her parents rarely remembered to drop by and give her a mouse, and so she learned how to steal. she learned the hard way that her parents were right and the loners were unfriendly when one gave her a scar after she took a shrew from them. that was the day that she decided that, if she was going to survive, she did need to be tough and she did need to be violent. she couldn't show fear or hesitate. if she hadn't fought back and given the loner a kick to the eye, she would have met her end. eventually, her parents grew tired of her being around, however little time she spent with them. they told her to get lost and so she did. it didn't change much, anyway.
"i don't need anyone." that's what she thinks. she didn't need her parents. she can survive fine on her own. she can hunt and she can hold her own in a fight- she might get a scar out of it, but she can do it. and yet, when she found the border of some strange group, she hesitated. a little part of her, deep inside her, said that she needed someone. "no." she said to it. but she didn't turn around. she didn't walk away from the border. she stayed and waited for someone to come along.
she can go down two paths - one, where she develops healthy relationships, people show her how to be kinder and less aggressive, and she becomes a better person or two, where nobody encourages kindness and instead they encourage her violent and harsh behavior and she keeps on going down her dark path.
independent and won't accept help, but she needs it. she likes to be around others, even if she is absolutely terrible at it and won't admit it. anyone who gives her praise or positive attention can easily influence her; she's starved for that stuff and will do whatever it takes to get more of it.