Batibat || Rogue Kitten

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Batibat Female | 0 moons | ISTJ Plush, mottled chocolate tortoiseshell mink with dull green eyes Unknownsexual Smells of street grit and blood Rogue Group Kit Judgy goth kid type Appearance A plush, chocolate tortoiseshell tabby mink with a stocky-ish frame to match her father's. Batibat is rather small in size, smaller than her two brothers though not by too much. She's scrawny beneath her thick pelt, but not completely fragile as natural lean muscle lines her body. She's got a rather average-length tail and paws, but more similarly to her mother, Batibat has long black claws like thorns. Batibat has a mottled tortoiseshell tabby mink pelt colored in pale chocolate like her father, with a splotchy dark mask, patches of white, and not a single splash of her mother's fiery ginger. While a bit spotty and messy, she has dark points in the usual places; her face, ears, paws and tail tip; with bits of white marring them here and there. Uncharacteristically though, she sports even darker spots over her eyes and along her upper lip that tend to stand out against her lighter facial markings. Unlike her black nose, she has cute pink paw pads and a mix of black and white whiskers. Similarly to her father and not too far off from her mother, Batibat has a pair of subdued, dull greyish green eyes that ever-so-perfectly describe her lackluster interest in life even without her usual look of disgust. She has a case of Dysosmia which warps her perception of scents; most of which are unappealing or flat-out disgusting to her. Because of such, her mother's milk smells like blood and often discourages her from drinking enough of it, resulting is a slightly emaciated appearance. Personality [Core Personality Traits] Melancholy | Reserved | Disgusted | Apathetic | Cynical | Dry | Gluttonous | Self-Serving A melancholy cat with a more mild, mellow personality than her passionate brothers. She's quiet and a bit reserved, keeping to herself and not one to let others know what's really going on inside her head. She doesn't bother herself with much and likes to stay bundled up at home, but also genuinely enjoys checking out mysterious nooks and crannies. Adventurous only for her own sake, she's tends to go it alone when curiosity calls for her. She's basically your typical, run-of-the-mill goth. Batibat's easy enough to have simple conversation with, but is actually a bit of a salty, disgusted cat who finds fault with quite a bit. She apathetic and disinterested in most things, but is at least polite enough to feign interest in topics others talk with her about. The cynic in her, however, keeps her from making many friends, though the occasion hit of dry wit would likely catch her fancy. Rather, the only thing she really finds enjoyment in is hunting; not the thrill of the stalk or even the display of killing moves, but rather in the taste of her prey's blood. Batibat has an unusual disorder in which she mixes up scents, and while most of the world stinks of dust and decay- often feeding her disgusted attitude- the scent of blood smells sweetly like a mother's milk would. Delicate and smooth and coupled with a satisfyingly salty taste, it has become her favorite thing. Driven by her pickiness, she interacts with the group in order to be sent of hunting missions and will even sometimes throw herself into fights (typically to end her brothers' banters) in order to taste more of the sweet nectar. In such a sense, she's a bit of a glutton and quite self-serving. But then, that's to be expected of the spawn of Hornet and Buzzard. History Batibat was the only surviving daughter born of the hatemance between Buzzard, a roughneck chocolate mink, and Hornet, a dirty-furred, ginger she-cat. The two had never planned to settle down, let along with one another as rivals since kithood. However, the pair had almost never been seen without one another and grew rather jealous when the other was seen with those of the opposite gender, and because of such, it wasn't surprising to the rest of the Alliance when Hornet had ended up carrying Buzzard's kits. Blessing the rogue group with a litter of little heathens, descendants of Honetheart herself, Batibat was born third out of four, which her only other sister- Kasdeya- being stillborn. The only she-kit with two fiery brothers, Batibat creeps around the camp in a more subdued, stealthy manner, often hidden within the shadows of Luci and Belial. However, what makes her forgettable also makes her a threat; a sneaky, cold-blodded cat is just what the Alliance needs these days. Relationships [Immediate Family] Father Buzzard | Rogue group fighter | [Alive] Mother Hornet | Rogue group councilor | [Alive] Littermates Lucifer | Rogue group kit | [Alive] Kasdeya | Rogue group kit | [Deceased] Belial | Rogue group kit | [Alive] [Extended Family] Grandmother Honeyheart | Rogue group leader | [Alive] Mocha | Loner | [Alive] Grandfather Eaglewing | Rogue | [Unknown] Uncles Vulture | Rogue group hunter | [Alive] Sting | Rogue group member | [Alive] Blaze | Rogue group healer | [Alive] Lynx | Rogue group member | [Deceased] Viper | Rogue group hunter | [Alive] Orion | Rogue group hunter | [Alive] Scorpio | Rogue group scout | [Alive] Aunts Chickadee | Loner | [Alive] Chocolette | Rogue group fighter | [Alive] Hecate | Rogue group member | [Alive] Artemis | Rogue group scout | [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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