Wingedpaw | Ivyclan | Apprentice

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Wingedkit | Wingedpaw | Wingedheart Female | 10 moons | ENFP Curly white albino with rosy-hued blue eyes Demisexual  Smells sweetly of hyacinth and feverfew Ivyclan Apprentice Precious little angel type Appearance A small, long-furred kit with a frail body structure and a faintly rosy complexion. With a pale pelt promising to be silky with luxurious curls in the future, Wingdkit currently appears more like a tangled mess of white fur with long, thin legs that she tends to teeter on. And with big doe eyes with long pale lashes, she is a remarkably beautiful albeit weak little lady. Bearing a pelt of pure white, Wingedkit has the unusual trait of albinism, or the lack of melanin in her body. Thus, it is easy to see the pink color of her skin showing just beneath her snowy pelt. Her eyes are her most unusually trait though- she sports pale, translucent blue eyes that give way for the rosy tones of pink and occasionally faint red. Because of her albinism, she is very frail and grows extremely fatigued in direct sunlight, and even goes into short, self-induced comas if left in severe heat for a prolonged period. This is her main weakness. The right side of Wingedheart's face is brutally scars, with warped pink marks and a missing eye. Because of her discomfort regarding the hideous scars, she often covers that half of her face with the long swoop of her fur and colorful flowers. Personality [Core Personality Traits] Affectionate | Gentle | Demure | Delicate | Thoughtful | Steadfast | Self-Critical | A very loving and affectionate cat, Wingedheart was aptly named, wearing her heart on her sleeve and having only good will for others. She is a very sweet and tender cat who adores her family and friends and even goes so far as to cherish the lives of strangers. She's the kind of cats to give everyone a second, third, and fourth chance and takes everything she hears with a grain of salt. She harbors no ill will, even towards her enemies and instead seeks to stubbornly show them their faults in the hopes to change them for the better. As any little lady ought to be, Wingedheart is polite, gentle, and courteous to all others. She has a soft-touch approach to whatever requires her attention and because of this tender quality of hers, she has made a name for herself as one that others can confide in and seek comfort from. A demure, modest cat, she is humble and calm with how she carries herself. Not one to loudly or brazenly announce herself, if not for her startling appearance, Wingedheart would like disappear into the background. Having much to do with her health, Wingedheart's delicate temperament often matches in its fragility. She is a soft soul with a certain gracefulness about her that comes off as being someone that needs protecting rather than one who could be a warrior. Wingedheart has a very large heart, but it is own made of delicate downy fluff. Easily crumpled by heartache and misfortune, she is a very emotional cat who has been hurt a lot in order to make it in this unjust and indifferent world. However, not done in by all the doom and gloom, Wingedheart is a thoughtful and optimistic cat. She is a very caring she-cat who often times puts others before herself, often spurred on to take actions by the misfortune instead. She concerns herself with the worries of her clanmates and friends and is well known to forget about herself in order to help those in need. She appreciates the opinions and thoughts of others as well, making her a great listener in general. Wingedheart is a touch of a worry wart when it comes to others' ailments and nothing motivates her more than being able to help those in need. Flexing her mental muscles full of medicinal knowledge, she can be quite the help at times too. Wingedheart is a generally passive and docile cat and is easy to get along with. However, this doesn't mean she's a pushover. Only bending to the wills of others when she wants to, as a means of delighting the other, Wingedheart is in fact quite the determined and driven cat with a surprisingly steadfast nature. Wanting to chase her dreams with a smile on her face and a fiery light to her pale eyes, it is hard to deter her once her mind is set to something. Determined to do everything she wishes to the best of her abilities is certainly a compelling quality to have, but because of her being defective and her lesser amount of training as a warrior overall, Wingedheart struggles a lot in not being too self-critical. Wingedheart, despite all her good-naturedness, is quite prone to frustration. This isn't quite so when things don't go her way, but rather when she fails to succeed in whatever she is attempting to accomplish. Instead of lashing out at others for their doings, Wingedheart instead is much more likely to find fault with her own abilities and take them out on herself in a fit of bitter tears. History Wingedkit had been born fourth in a little of five to an unsuspecting pair. With her father, Longwing, being a loyal warrior to his clan and her mother, Tallulah Rose, being a naive kittypet, it seemed that the kits would have been born into turmoil, but it honestly couldn't be further from the truth. The two were unlikely close friends who spent much time with one another. And after one particularly fun romp with some catnip, it seemed the two had sown the seeds of half-clan kits. The couple of friends managed to spawn a hearty litter of five- with only their firstborn having complications that ended in a premature demise. The runt of the litter, Wingedkit's eldest brother had been stillborn. However, this did little to stifle Longwing and Tallulah Rose's happiness. Dubbing all the kits with meaningful names to Tallulah, Wingedkit was graced with her father's name as a tribute to her striking white fur that stood out against all her reddish littermates; the lot of them blessed by Starclan to have their father's wild blood coursing so strongly through their veins. Relationships [Immediate Family] Father Longwing | Ivyclan warrior | [Alive] "pending" Mother Tallulah Rose | Kittypet queen | [Alive] "pending." Littermates Luck-kit | Kittypet kit | [Deceased] Mintkit | Ivyclan Kit | [Alive] Violetkit | Ivyclan Kit | [Alive] Rosekit | Ivyclan Kit | [Alive] [Extended Family] Mentor Maplespring | Ivyclan warrior | [Alive] [Miscellaneous] Friends RP Example [RP from PokéPark on Pokefarm - Babayaga the Delphox] Honey gold eyes leered in the darkness of the rain which was now much stronger than the former sprinkle of droplets it had evolved from. A faint hiss sounded against the pattering of the shower overhead as the droplets evaporated off the plume of fur that the fox Pokemon donned. Babayaga's upper lip curled as a growl escaped her lungs, flattening her large ears to the best of her ability. With her thick tail lashing uneasily, the slender Delphox shrank back further into the underground, which seemed to grow tighter around her the further she moved. In her current size- even being one of the smaller creatures in the breed- was still much more problematic when it came to hiding. So easy it had been to shy away into a tangle of dense vegetation to avoid the rain as a Fennekin- even a Braixen. But now Baba seemed to be the brunt of nature's frustrations as the falling droplets broke through the barrier that the dark canopy of foresty trees had once held in strength before the thin membranes of the leaves grew heavy and limp with water. Sizzling. Sizzling was not good. It proved too loud of a sound, even for the rain-filled air that gave a soft splatter with every collision between the draining sky and accepting earth. It would only take one Pokemon with the keenest of hearing to pinpoint the sizzle- even higher chances that they would catch sight of the steam- and Baba was doomed. There was hardly a chance she could win a battle on a sunny day, let alone a heavily rainy one. The dangerous threat of being found was too much for the frantic creature to take and the towering Fox Pokemon tore off into a run on all four- appearing quite awkward albeit, but faster than she would've got it travelling upright on her hind legs. She had to get out of this drizzly wood and as she fled, a trail of steam followed more slowly in pursuit as it floated from her hissing pelt. It didn't take long for the Fire-Type to come across a cavern, and though it smelled of foreign scents that made her skin crawl with paranoia, the thought of remaining out in the cold wetness of the outside world when she was already becoming sopping wet was more than enough to send her packing into the cave without a hint of hesitation. Upon entering the stony mouth of the landscape, Baba had not an inkling as to where she was, what else was in inside with her, and how well she would fare before the weather let up. In an attempt to quash any feelings of terror or regret for entering the unusual cavern, the scrawny Delphox elicited a thin streak of flame from her honey-toned muzzle and grinned a bit at the sound of loud fizzling as the jet of fire evaporated what water she trailed in from the stone floor and charred a small portion of the area. And while the spot was still hot with embers, the tall fox creature hurriedly hunkered down and curled into as tight of a ball as she could ever get. The sudden warmth was enticing and drew a purr from deep within her throat, though the feeling was short-lived as the rest of her damp hide smothered out the lasting little lives of heat. But at least she could dry there in peace. ”Hopefully…”

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