Post by Fireflake on Jul 4, 2019 23:42:34 GMT
*nervous laughter* I can't believe you guys waited this long for me, I'm so sorry but it'll be worth it.
History:
Bred here as kit 4.
Profile with more details coming soon to a tracker near you.
Name: Pepperkit
Gender: Female
Age: Six moons (not being apprenticed this month due to injury)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Clan: IvyClan
Rank: Kit
Quote: "Yeah! You can do it!”
Appearance:
Pepperkit's left hind leg is currently broken, swollen and bent at a slightly outward angle, as well as being covered in medical supplies. Aside from this, Pepperkit is a longhaired light ginger cat with faint mackerel tabby markings. These are found throughout her pelt, but show most clearly on her face and legs. Lighter, cream-coloured fur comes down from her maw and spans her throat, hiding under the floppy fur that borders her face so that most cats don’t even know she has cream fur there at first. (Which she thinks is hilarious.) Lighter ginger fur also clings to the underside of her chest and tail. On her face, aside from the aforementioned long fur, are long whiskers leading to a very pink nose. This colour nicely compliments her lemon-shaped eyes, which are green with slight golden undertones that can be seen in the sunlight. There are small white tufts of fur in her ears, and tiny tufts poke from the tips as well. She seems to be built slightly on the chunkier side, but that could just be all the fur. In general, Pepperkit has soft, smooth features.
Personality:
There is a lot to say about this she-cat, so hold onto your hats and buckle in for the ride!
Though Pepperkit is perfectly fine on her own, she really shines when she has someone to bounce off of. She has the tendency to bring out the best in others, whether through her signature encouragement or some other means. Signature encouragement, you say? Well, what else would she do with all that optimism? Aside from littering random compliments into her conversations, Pepperkit intentionally cheers on her clanmates at every turn. She strives, though it’s not usually much effort, to be a loving and caring cat. If there’s a glimmer of something good in a cat, she wants it out in the open.
Unfortunately, even these kind little remarks can come off as teasing when Pepperkit says them. She has a mischievous heart that might have easily gone astray if she hadn’t grown up in such a loving family and clan. She rarely does anything that would be considered mean-spirited because of it, but it means she’ll often have a cheeky glimmer in her eyes even though she isn’t doing anything. When she does try to “act out”, it comes out either adorable, hilarious, or slightly obnoxious.
Even the best cats have their pitfalls. With Pepperkit, it’s her acute temper. This is what happens when that attitude bubbles to the top in excess, mostly in defense of others but occasionally in defense of something petty like someone else taking the piece of prey she wanted. In anger, it comes with the staples of the hissy fit: stomping paws, yelling, snapping, and throwing herself on the ground. Worse versions can include growling, hissing, and tail lashing. When she’s really sad, it busts out as inconsolable sobbing or shrieking. Luckily these things are rarely drawn out and mostly show up in short bursts before a sheepish explanation or reluctant apology.
Also luckily, it’s not usually much work to calm her down, as she’s comforted by familiarity. The scent of milk seems to be the most effective example of this, but the queens she’s grown up with and the nursery itself are also powerful tools. This trait makes it so that while she’s adventurous on the right day, she mostly prefers to stick to the same routines and the same friend group.
Though Pepperkit is perfectly fine on her own, she really shines when she has someone to bounce off of. She has the tendency to bring out the best in others, whether through her signature encouragement or some other means. Signature encouragement, you say? Well, what else would she do with all that optimism? Aside from littering random compliments into her conversations, Pepperkit intentionally cheers on her clanmates at every turn. She strives, though it’s not usually much effort, to be a loving and caring cat. If there’s a glimmer of something good in a cat, she wants it out in the open.
Unfortunately, even these kind little remarks can come off as teasing when Pepperkit says them. She has a mischievous heart that might have easily gone astray if she hadn’t grown up in such a loving family and clan. She rarely does anything that would be considered mean-spirited because of it, but it means she’ll often have a cheeky glimmer in her eyes even though she isn’t doing anything. When she does try to “act out”, it comes out either adorable, hilarious, or slightly obnoxious.
Even the best cats have their pitfalls. With Pepperkit, it’s her acute temper. This is what happens when that attitude bubbles to the top in excess, mostly in defense of others but occasionally in defense of something petty like someone else taking the piece of prey she wanted. In anger, it comes with the staples of the hissy fit: stomping paws, yelling, snapping, and throwing herself on the ground. Worse versions can include growling, hissing, and tail lashing. When she’s really sad, it busts out as inconsolable sobbing or shrieking. Luckily these things are rarely drawn out and mostly show up in short bursts before a sheepish explanation or reluctant apology.
Also luckily, it’s not usually much work to calm her down, as she’s comforted by familiarity. The scent of milk seems to be the most effective example of this, but the queens she’s grown up with and the nursery itself are also powerful tools. This trait makes it so that while she’s adventurous on the right day, she mostly prefers to stick to the same routines and the same friend group.
History:
Pepperkit doesn’t have much dramatic history of battle and glory like in the stories the elders tell, but her life events are significant in their own way. After being born to adorable new parents Wingedheart and Greengale, she spent a lot of time hanging out around her family. This includes (but is not limited to) her sisters Pondkit, Pollenkit, and Pansykit. While it’s not uncommon to find her avoiding one or two of them, she does love them all.
Around the time she learned to speak and pay attention to her surroundings, her parents quickly found out that she has a pet peeve over others “putting their mouths on” her. That’s fine when it’s other kits biting in a play-fight, but not so fine when it’s just someone trying to groom her. After getting in trouble a few times over making a huge deal out of it, she’s mellowed out somewhat and will now allow her parents and select other cats to help her groom her pelt. But no-one else! And just small licks!
Perhaps the most significant event that has occurred in her lifetime, though it didn’t affect her personally, is Rookstar’s death. At four moons old, she poked her head out of the nursery to watch the ceremonies for the first time in her life. It was all very interesting and seemed normal to the inexperienced kit up until the point when the leader collapsed on the ground and started to seize. Amid several comments like her own “is this part of the ceremony?”, she was ushered away from the nursery entrance. The young kit never paid much attention to Rookstar’s mess of a leadership, and it’s grown murky in her memory now, but she does remember that day and it would probably frighten her in hindsight.
Ever since being pried from her mother’s side (the only way to get her away at that age) to try solid prey, she’s been resistant to each step away from the nursery. From declaring that mice are the absolute worst food and she’ll never eat one again, to being overprotective of various named mossballs for days on end, it’s been a difficult journey. She still prefers to hang out in the nursery rather than explore camp.
It’s not that she’s shy. She’s made several friends and annoyed quite a few cats with her constantly optimistic comments, and a few times she’s whispered random compliments in people’s ears and run away purring like it was some great prank. She just really likes the nursery’s atmosphere. Despite this, she got quite excited to become an apprentice along with her littermates.
That excitement is why she threw a horrible temper tantrum when she was confined to the medicine cat’s den instead of moving forward with her sisters, as a result of a fracture she got while playfighting in a dangerous spot with Pheasantkit. It was this tantrum, complete with the usual throwing herself on the ground and kicking her legs, that turned her simple fracture into quite a bad break. Things are looking bad and she was feeling quite hopeless before Twistedbranch agreed to help her learn to handle the injury, once it's healed a bit.
Around the time she learned to speak and pay attention to her surroundings, her parents quickly found out that she has a pet peeve over others “putting their mouths on” her. That’s fine when it’s other kits biting in a play-fight, but not so fine when it’s just someone trying to groom her. After getting in trouble a few times over making a huge deal out of it, she’s mellowed out somewhat and will now allow her parents and select other cats to help her groom her pelt. But no-one else! And just small licks!
Perhaps the most significant event that has occurred in her lifetime, though it didn’t affect her personally, is Rookstar’s death. At four moons old, she poked her head out of the nursery to watch the ceremonies for the first time in her life. It was all very interesting and seemed normal to the inexperienced kit up until the point when the leader collapsed on the ground and started to seize. Amid several comments like her own “is this part of the ceremony?”, she was ushered away from the nursery entrance. The young kit never paid much attention to Rookstar’s mess of a leadership, and it’s grown murky in her memory now, but she does remember that day and it would probably frighten her in hindsight.
Ever since being pried from her mother’s side (the only way to get her away at that age) to try solid prey, she’s been resistant to each step away from the nursery. From declaring that mice are the absolute worst food and she’ll never eat one again, to being overprotective of various named mossballs for days on end, it’s been a difficult journey. She still prefers to hang out in the nursery rather than explore camp.
It’s not that she’s shy. She’s made several friends and annoyed quite a few cats with her constantly optimistic comments, and a few times she’s whispered random compliments in people’s ears and run away purring like it was some great prank. She just really likes the nursery’s atmosphere. Despite this, she got quite excited to become an apprentice along with her littermates.
That excitement is why she threw a horrible temper tantrum when she was confined to the medicine cat’s den instead of moving forward with her sisters, as a result of a fracture she got while playfighting in a dangerous spot with Pheasantkit. It was this tantrum, complete with the usual throwing herself on the ground and kicking her legs, that turned her simple fracture into quite a bad break. Things are looking bad and she was feeling quite hopeless before Twistedbranch agreed to help her learn to handle the injury, once it's healed a bit.