Wisp of Icy Star's Tail [Wisp]

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Wisp of Icy Star's Tail Female | 40 moons | INTP Sleek white and silvery fawn with periwinkle eyes Heterosexual Smells of rosemary, orchids, and bromeliads Tribe Home-Guard Exotic lady type Appearance An incredibly large she-cat with a body as tall as it is long, stretching farther than all those even in the Tribe. Lean, large muscles line her heavy, yet lithe body and her features are quite exotic, angular yet wide-set in some places. Her legs are long, yet strong and her paws are larger than most others. It is very clear that she has the blood of a wildcat coursing through her veins and her strength is certainly one to be reckoned with. A lavish, short pelt of snowy white adorns her body, practically velveteen to the touch. Faint silvery fawn flocks the top coat of her fur in odd, large stops, with a spray of darker grey freckles atop her forehead, down flank, and portions of her legs. Along her long, whip-like tail, the grey extends and the stops change into stripes that ring it's length. She sports faint periwinkle-grey eyes with delicate flecks of silver and lavender depending on the light and her long whiskers are silver white as well. Her paw pads and nose are a pale pink to match her prominent lips and the inner portion of her massive ears. Personality [Core Personality Traits] Poised | Polite | Dulcet | Inspired | Dogged | Steadfast | Intimidating | Wise An enigma to those who don't know her, Wisp of Icy Star's Tail is what many would refer to as a poised cat. With an air of refinement to her grandeur, Wisp elicits wonderment from those around her. She is regal, perfectly balanced in a way the wild and uncouth couldn't fathom understanding. There's almost an ethereal touch to her innate elegance that demands respect from those around, all those smaller and more seemingly insignificant. However, such a hoity toity demeanor is not a fact of Wisp's personality; it is simply an assumption made by others at their first viewing of such a lavish beast. No, instead, Wisp is an incredibly polite and respectful cat. Mild-mannered and aware of her own standing, she is mindful of her differences in comparison to her tribemates and understands how best to minimize their differences. She's not one to belittle or make light of those around her, instead choosing to take to heart what others say and mean. She is, however, not entirely free from her descriptors. Wisp is a very dulcet cat with a melodious voice. She is just as easy to get along with as a gentle mother of the woods, or as amicable as a sunny morning. She's smooth and soothing, a trait that easily float with her air of elegance, like a mother willow as many of the tribe's kits find her a sturdy structure to hang from and play upon, just as a lofty arbor. Wisp easily finds friends in kits as she is very inspired. One to help craft the games and imaginations of the youth, Wisp is a day dreamy and wistful she-cat who can sometimes find herself lost in the clouds peeking beyond the trees or in the vining flowers within her Stonehome. She often comes up with, perhaps, the oddest of ideas and sometimes must be reminded of her place. Clearly not a home-grown tribe cat has caught her in a few snafus from time to time as a big cat, but many can still take delight in her desire to occasionally break away from the monotony of the tribe's rituals. Despite this freestyle stance she sometimes has, Wisp of Icy Star's Tail is a faithfully dogged and steadfast cat with eyes only for her adoptive family, the tribe. She understands that she is different, yet they still accepted her among their ranks and raised her as one of their own, thus she has decided to turn her differences into the tribe's own personal strength. First in line of the home-guards alongside their battalion's leader, Wisp would fight tooth and claw for her kinmates and hardly seems to care for her own life in the process. After all, her life was granted by Firstspeaker and his kind, so it is to them that her life belongs. Because of this determination of her, along with her general towering appearance, that Wisp can often come off as intimidating both when she wants to and when she doesn't. Simply a fact of life as a hybrid cat, she has learned when to play it up for the good of her tribe, and when to comes off as an oversized kitten in order to win the favor of others. It would be completely disheartening if all the tribe's kits ran squealing from her, after all. Instead, she uses this as a viable means for warding off dangers without actually having to get physical. Given the credit she received in having to so carefully monitor her abilities, mannerisms, and even herself as a cat, Wisp has become quite the wise member of the tribe. Always having been full of wit and intellect, these have helped to manifest into a wealth of knowledge about the world around her, which she often uses simply to entertain the kits she so cherishes. And yet, even the more elderly members of the tribe can still appreciate and find value in the fruits of her wisdom. History Not much is known of the origins of the wild Serval hybrid that was named Wisp, but from elders' tales passed down throughout her life, it seemed to go a little something like so; a massive feline creature made the tribe's dense forest it's home. White Tooth, they called it, for the bright flashes of its fangs whenever a glance of it was caught through the foliage. It was horror to most, a story mothers told their kits in order to ensure good behavior, though not one single account could actually be placed about the White Tooth eating a cat. However, it seemed that White Tooth was more mortal and weak than the tribe had anticipated. It was not as if the tribe had found it's body, but after a brutal rain had washed through the forest, not another cat ever seemed to catch sight of the creature. Instead, within it's trail was left an incredible large kitten, mewling her hungry and anguished cries. Some wished to kill her, and other wanted simply to leave her to nature's own wrath, but a select few have a clever plot to see if they could change the nature of the beast into something that would benefit the tribe. They took the To-Be-sized kitten back to Stonehome to fill her full of heart Kit-Mother's milk, and with the new name of Wisp of Icy Star's Tail to grace her incredible form, the kit grew up even bigger and stronger than any in the tribe had seen before. Wisp worked her hardest to live up to her tribemate's expectations, and after some time, she managed to surpass them. With her Kit-Mother not longer with kits, Wisp was trained by Eagle and and shaped into a picturesque Home-Guard. But even with her selected role, Wisp found talent in taking down the large birds of prey that threatened the Prey-Hunters. Thus, Wisp found herself with the uncanny ability to both guard and join hunting patrols to suit her fancy and need for excess exercise. Now, she simply strives to better defend her tribe and heighten their quality of life, from delectable eagle meat, to the collective bones of the clans which threaten her kinmates, Wisp has devoted herself to Firstspeaker's cause. Relationships [Immediate Family] Father Fern | Loner | [Unknown] Mother White Tooth | Loner | [Unknown] Littermates [Extended Family] Adoptive Mother Eagle that Flies Overhead | Tribe home-guard | [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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planning on finishing her super soon, but also making a note here that I'm using the rare eye trait for lavender/periwinkle eyes