Onionpaw || Shelter

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Unnamed | Onionpaw Male | 7 moons | ESFP Silky, diluted tortoiseshell with white and dark brown eyes Homosexual Smells sweetly of cat grass and cedar shampoo with clove Shelter Kitten Sassy little glitter bomb type Appearance An incredibly lovely tom with an effeminate, lithe build and delicate-looking pelt. With medium-long, silken fur colored a dilute tortoiseshell, Onion is a rare beauty. He sports a long, dainty structure similar to an Oriental or Angora's form, with large dark eyes, tiny paws, and wide ears. Despite his proportions, the tom doesn't appear awkward or gawky, but rather elegant and graceful and carried himself in long strides, having legs for days. And his tail, the longest length of fur on his body, is a cross between a silky and feathery plume. His extraordinary silken pelt is that of a dilute tortoiseshell, heavily laden with white so much that he rather be referred to as a calico. What colors do make him up are amorphous, wide patches of cream, fawn, and a dark lilac- mainly on his tail. However, beyond that, Onion has a large pair of doe eyes, colored a deep chocolate brown, that stand out from his paler facial features. He has long, white whiskers and larger-than-normal brows colored a dark lilac that frame his forehead. His nose and pads are a pale, pale pink, and to clash with the doll-esque appearance of his, the tom can almost always be seen sporting a wicked little smirk or scowl. Personality [Core Personality Traits] Effeminate | Sassy | Gaudy | Competitive | Savvy | Easily Vexed | Relentless A bizarrely entertaining individual, Onion is certainly a cat like no other. First and foremost, the tom is incredibly effeminate. He carries himself with an ornate sense of poise and grace and coupled with his rare tortoiseshell pelt, it is very easy to mistake him for a she-cat. And with his trademark mannerisms, the misconception wouldn't be too far off the mark; he is more akin to a she-cat trapped in a tom's body. Very aware of his outward appearance, Onion has a penchant for acting just so; sassy and unwilling to let those around him go without a bit of a tongue lashing, Onion is a brazen cat who keeps about a pertness about him at all times. This often comes off with him appearing quite gaudy and loud, showing off even during the most mundane of activities without even his intention to do so. Because of this, he can often be seen as intimidating as others mistake his confidence for cockiness. Regardless of how he inadvertently comes off, Onion puts forth great effort in feeding his competitive nature. Not one to let sleeping dogs lie, the little showboat is always up for bashing heads and playing Devil's Advocate. He loves to antagonize and it is very evident in his interactions with others, though usually on friendly grounds. The tom is quite clever and wouldn't force others too much out of their comfort zones, however, being rather savvy in how to read others. He uses his wits to read a room and, like a chameleon, adjusts himself accordingly to the path of less trouble. Unless he's looking for some. Despite his usual good nature, Onion can be quite the prick when crossed. Onion is easily vexed and on principle alone, the tom won't let any manner of disrespect regarding himself or those he holds dear to slide. As spiteful and vengeful as a woman, Onion can be relentless with his pursuit for retribution and would chase someone to hell and back in order to set the record straight; or in his favor. An intense cat, in good and bad air, Onion is quite the character. History As long as he's known, the odd little tortie tom has been in the care of the cat shelter. However, what he has figured out is that his ties lie beyond the Twolegplace. The kit was first-born in a litter of two to a most unlikely pair of loners in the form of a dark tortoiseshell mink she-cat named Adazeh and a pale pointed tabby tom named Salmon; the two had only crossed paths once and didn't linger long together to raise their impromptu family. Rather, Adazeh was the only one to stick around, though she took about as much responsibility as an apprentice would of kits. The tortoiseshell was a young she-cat, separated from her mother, father, and two littermates far too early by a fox. Left to her own devices as a kit without his brother Hewitt, sister Madolche, or parents, Adazeh was a stubborn scrap and sought refuge with a nomadic group of strays that lived within the outskirts of the Twolegplace, as they plucked her from death's grasp in the forest. It was there she grew up a little before having her fling with the passerby Salmon before leaving herself, albeit not ready to be on her own, let alone with her own kits. Finding herself burdened by the little tom and she-cat she kitted behind a tower of musty boxes in an alley, Adazeh left her kits for dead and disappeared without so much as a second thought as to what to call her kids. It was as if they were simply a mistake to be forgotten about, and ultimately the kits had twolegs to thank for their lives. The little pair of calicos' crying for milk had been heard and the shelter had been called to collect them. Taken in, the sister and brother were given forgettable and frankly indecipherable names and raised by a bottle. Kept away from the bulk of the shelter's inhabitants, it was only until the two were moved to wet food that they were introduced to the rest of their 'family.' Without any real name to go by, the tom-kit and his sister were often called 'kitten, tom and sis, or tortie' as a nickname by the other, older cats. Times were easy, but boring, not that the kits really knew any differently. They were told tales of the outside, but that was all they really were. Tales. Time passed at an indiscernible rate and before too long, the tom-kit's sister was adopted away to a twoleg family. Many a twoleg had investigated himself in the hopes of adopting him, but luckily claws and a sour attitude worked well to persuade them otherwise. In short, he was not a fan of people, or really cats alike. It wasn't until an influx of cats from beyond the Twolegplace were introduced into the shelter that he let down his hissy exterior, specifically finding interest in a sleek Siamese warrior with ashen white fur. The she-cat named Milkberry did well to banter back with him, matching his sass blow for blow and garnering his respect and affections, and for the first time ever, instead of revoking a nickname, he accepted the name Onionpaw- in respect to his sharp personality- with a warm heart. Ever-attached to his new surrogate mother, Milkberry, Onionpaw is hellbent of helping her and the other Mothclan cats escape the shelter. Relationships [Immediate Family] Father Salmon | Loner | [Unknown] Mother Adazeh | Loner | [Unknown] Littermates Lupita | Kittypet | [Alive] [Extended Family] Surrogate Family Milkberry | Mothclan Warrior | [Alive] Chocolette | Rogue/Loner | [Alive] Aunt/Uncle Madolche Milkberry | Mothclan Warrior | [Alive] Hewitt | Loner | [Unknown] [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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