Hornkit || Kit || Mothclan

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Hornkit Male | 0 moons | ISTP Scruffy brown and black tabby with light amber eyes Heterosexual Smells of milk thistle and hawthorn Mothclan Kit Grump prick type Appearance A short-haired tom with surprisingly fluffy, wild fur that gives him a scruffy look, Hornkit appears like a happy medium of his parents' genetics. While not the largest kit of the litter, his build foreshadows a lean, muscular build, though his current kit-downy coat hides that fact. Hornkit has warm brown coat laced with a few thick, black stripes and well as a lighter tan undertail, paws, and muzzle. His tail isn't very long, but it's soft enough to collect many tangles, often annoying the kit. He has large, bright eyes colored a pale amber, like sunlit honey and a small spray of tan dapples his cheeks and flanks like freckles and because of his insomnia, he often look exhausted. This often lends to his usual sour disposition. Personality [Core Personality Traits] Crass | Abrasive | Short-Tempered | Respectful | Tenacious | Loyal | Rash | Picky At a first glance, the word to describe Hornkit would be crass. It seems that of the life lessons the young kit has received, a lesson in tact and care with words has been missed. This isn't hard to believe though with Ruststripe and Eveningblaze as role models. Instead, Hornkit has a sharp and deadpan manner of speaking, not really caring how others take what he has to say. He lacks refinement, but that allows for what he says to be taken at face value. He has an abrasive quality to him as well which works in tandem with his bluntness. Often time, he can come off as a bit of a bully because of his harshness. Hornkit is a short-tempered cat, easily frustrated and having little patience for others. He's one to yell when he doesn't get his way or when offended, as his little kit ego tends to bruise easily despite how he much care he puts into inflating it. Carrying himself in a egotistical manner, he likes to delude himself into believe he's better than other kits. Despite his faults, Hornkit is really just a naive kit with a bristled demeanor to at as a protective shell. He does, in fact, care for those he believes are worthy of his respect, often regarding them in a respectful manner despite his unpolished etiquette. Hornkit is also quite the tenacious kit, however, a trait passed on to him by his mother. Hard-headed and unbending except to his parents, Hornkit is not one to be swayed from his ideals of clan honor and personal values. Loyal to his clan, just as Eveningblaze, Hornkit believes Mothclan to be the strongest of the three and because of his clan pride, he can often be heard making crude comments about the other two clans in his downtime. Hornkit is a rash cat, thinking with his gut rather than his mind and because of such, he tends to bite off more than he can chew. He lives under the belief that a warrior is led by his instinct, and despite other teachings, he continues to hold true to such a sentiment. Uncharacteristically to some belief, Hornkit is actually a finicky and picky cat. This trait of his is what usually lands him some hurtful jabs from his peers as he will up-turn his nose to certain foods or tasks simply because he doesn't like the way something may smell, feel, etc. Often brought to a pout when his preferences are ignored, Hornkit sometimes comes off as girlish, to which he immediately flings himself, claws outstretched to the commenter. Hornkit also has a mild case of insomnia. Not many are sure why this is, but the tom kit often has difficulty falling asleep and spends most of his time being crabby, partially due to this reason. History Hornkit was born to an unlikely pair of Mothclan warriors, a wild red tabby queen, Ruststripe, and a grizzled black tom, Eveningblaze. Born the fourth kit out of six, Hornkit will have his plate full being an unruly middle child. Kithood will a trying period for his parents as Hornkit overzealously readies himself for Apprenticehood in order to become a great warrior like his parents. Relationships [Immediate Family] Father Eveningblaze | Mothclan warrior | [Alive] "My father is a strong warrior and I'm going to be just like him." Mother Ruststripe | Mothclan warrior | [Alive] "She's strong-willed, but father says she's stupid." Littermates Weevilkit | Mothclan kit | [Alive] ”pending” Tickkit | Mothclan kit | [Alive] ”pending” Flykit | Mothclan kit | [Alive] ”pending” Mantiskit | Mothclan kit | [Alive] ”pending” ___kit | Mothclan kit | [Alive] ”pending” [Extended Family] [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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