Chervilblaze || Ivyclan

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Chervilkit | Chervilpaw | Chervilblaze Female | 0 moons | ISFP Sleek, black tabby with dark green eyes Homoexual Smells spicy; of pine needles and wild garlic Ivyclan Warrior Aggressive go-getter type Appearance A sleek, lean dark tabby with a long frame similar to her father's weasel-esque shape. Chervilkit's muscles however appear more similarly to her mother's, being lean and rather unnoticeable. A rather small cat, she rivals her sister Applekit for runt of the litter, though she'll likely grow into her lithe frame as a divine stalker. Her tail isn't as long as her other kinmates and appears a bit unruly at the tip. She sport sharp, vivid green eyes the color of a deep ivy and jet black stripes lace her sepia and ash brown pelt. The faintest bit of white dots her chin as well as splashes across her chest and socks her right forepaw. She has long black whiskers and a most black tail. Her pelt is unusually velvety and plush for its shorter length. She has a mild case of Cerebellar Hypoplasia, making her incredibly clumsy, but not incapable of training to be a warrior. Instead, this has allowed her to build up a tolerance to bruising and keeps her spirit burning with frustration and dedication. Personality [Core Personality Traits] Aggressive | Abrasive | Snarky | Spunky | Stubborn | Determined | Foolhardy | Resilient A little spitfire if there ever was one, Chervilblaze is the new resident hell-raiser in Ivyclan. She's an aggressive brat who scratches first and asks questions later. She's got one lashing, sharp tongue and enough bite to back up her bark, even if she doesn't have all the size to square up. She's got an abrasive side to her that most are unsure of where she's received it from; tactless and a little too crude, she's rough around the edges and often doesn't realize that her words can be hurtful until it's too late. However, her snide and snarky attitude keep her from feeling too bad about it all. Chervilblaze is a bit of a sarcastic, irritable cat if not quite spiteful, and this keeps her from staying on others' good sides for too long. She's an antisocial cat through and through and will totally push you away if you get too close. Many blame her tender moons as a kit where she was without a parent's watchful eye, and nurturing love. Left to her own devices, of course she'd turn out the way she had. Despite this, her stubborn and unyielding demeanor can always be a strength; Chervilblaze is an unwavering cat. She doesn't let her disability of wobbly legs keep her down and instead uses it as a means to keep her angry and spur her on. She's a passionate, determined cat driven to be the best warrior ever; a real top cat, if you will. A rash and daring one, Chervilblaze is foolhardy, but not completely stupid. She trusts her gut and this keeps her undaunted. Luckily, she's always quite the resilient one; both emotionally and physically. With her Cerebellar Hypoplasia, she's used to falling down and getting right back up, and she's too strong-willed to let herself be anything other than angry for too long; no sappiness for this snapper. History Chervilkit was one of the Mistclan deputy's latest kits, born of the dark tabby Sabletail and a lovely silvery white tabby in Ivyclan, Briarfrost. The two had happened rather randomly; a friendship formed across the border between two worried, weary single parents, the two helped to heal each others' old wounds by simple confiding in one another with advice, encouraging words, and the like. They didn't meet often, but would occasionally check up on one another when they crossed paths during border patrols. With all the stress and excitment surrounding the Battle of the Blood Moon, it had come as a shock to Ivyclan when they found one of their senior queens was with kits. A means for celebration in dark times, it only managed to concern the clan when rumor began to circulate that Briarfrost had given up more than half her litter to Mistclan. With word being the deputy, Sabletail, was the father, those who knew felt the tug of war ever so softly pull at their pelts once more. With only two kits remaining, a wobbly Chervilkit among the pair, it was rumored that perhaps a counterattack would be launched; a party sent to recover the kits who so rightfully belonged in their mother's clan. The time for cross-clan kindness had passed along with so many warriors this past full moon with the battle having been won. And among all the turmoil, a snarky she-cat will strive to rise up from her smallness to become something great. Relationships [Immediate Family] Father Sabletail | Mistclan deputy | [Alive] Mother Briarfrost | Ivyclan queen | [Alive] Littermates Applekit | Mistclan kit | [Alive] Chivekit | Mistclan kit | [Alive] Venomkit | Mistclan kit | [Alive] ___kit | Ivyclan kit | [Alive] [Extended Family] Foster Mother Silvermist | Mistclan Queen | [Alive] Half Siblings Petalpaw | Mistclan apprentice/Tribe home-guard to-be | [Alive] Lilydawn | Ivyclan medicine cat apprentice | [Alive] Sunnyday | Ivyclan warrior | [Alive] Stormynight | Ivyclan warrior | [Alive] Susankit | Mothclan kit | [Alive] Carrotkit | Mothclan kit | [Alive] Primkit | Mothclan kit | [Deceased] [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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