Tick | Loner

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TICK GENDERQUEER (AFAB) 8 MOONS QUEER NONE LONER THE GOOD ARE DAMNED, THE WICKED FORGIVEN N/A Appearance Tick is, for the most part, average. They're a white cat, with pink paw pads and a pink nose. Not a true albino, they're simply light and soft. Their fur is often unkempt, if only for their lack of care. With a little attention and grooming, they would probably look a little less like a creature and more like a civilized feline. As it is, they're practically feral in both nature and appearance. A scavenger for the most part, Tick is a little too skinny to be healthy. Their teeth are slightly crooked from a lack of nutrition, and they're a little on the shorter side. What they lack in physical prowess, they make up for in skills.  The most notable portion of their appearance would me their eyes. Heterochromatic, their eyes are not a solid colour. The interplay of melanin and pigmentation has given them patchwork eyes, mostly brown and blue with a smidge of discolouration in their right eye. These markings, perhaps more than anything, match the odd, stuttering way they move and speak. Their movements can be choppy, as if they have a frame rate lower than that of others, or rather, as if they weren't certain how to move normally. In all honestly, Tick looks like they could be a moon or two younger than they are. Moving forward, this might become a problem - with proper nutrition, they could finally grow a bit. But that's not likely to happen in their current lifestyle. Personality Tick's personality is... difficult to pin down. Their thoughts aren't made clear through broadcasting, and their emotions are often lost on their odd features. A usually blank face looks back at those trying to speak to them. Their entire life has revolved around scavenging and survival, resulting in a socially-maladjusted creature with poor communication skills but decent survival skills. They're careful, cautious, and quick to act. Their day consists of moving to find food, sleeping when its too hot, and avoiding loud, dangerous places. Do they have interests? It's hard to say. They don't feel the need for preferences, and with a life made up of survival and necessity, there's little time to care about preference and goals.  Perhaps they're a little skittish, but that's survival. They're quiet, but that's survival. They've more or less shut off from their emotions, but that's - that's survival... right? History Tick wasn't always alone. They had parents, or at least a mother - her name was Lady and she was a former kittypet. She had been a loner for four years and was a little old for another litter; the other two kittens were lost, leaving her with the then-little Tick. Tick was not their first name - there was another, but it is lost to time. Lady is not remembered much by Tick. Tick remembers a white cat with long fur and a smile that seemed bright and caring. That's all Tick truly remembers. While they couldn't pinpoint exactly when it happened, Lady went away one day (when Tick was 6 moons old, and Lady had gotten picked up by a roaming coyote) and Tick was alone. They made it on the twolegplace streets for a while, eating scraps and getting better at scavenging. Eventually, too frightened that they'd get picked up by a twoleg, Tick found themselves headed into the forest. There are less scraps by clan lands, but there are less dangers as well. Staying out of borders, picking off crow food, and keeping to themselves has gotten them this far. Other ITEMS PURCHASED: rare eye colour x1 Tick will likely join a clan one day, since they're ill-equipped to survive on their own.