Birchkit | ♀️| IvyClan | Kit [3 moons] |

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Name Birchkit Sex (Gender) Female (She/They???) Age (moons, 1 moon is 1 month) 3 moons Sexuality Undetermined Clan IvyClan Rank Kit Quote/Saying Genotype (optional) Maybe someday. Appearance Being a mere three moons, Birchkit is small, only a bean sprout of a full cat. Despite this, her colors, and evidence of the form that will soon be hers, prevail. Birchkit is a mackerel torbie, with a little less than 50% white spotting, granted by her mother. And like her father, she is diluted, so that rather than the striking oranges and blacks of autumn adorning her pelt, blues and creams lap over her giving her a milky, misleading softness. Her white spotting covers her underside mostly, leaving a few patches exempt. On her face, color coats her ears, the sides of her face, the underside of one eye, and the bridge of her nose, while white covers chin, muzzle, the other eye's underside, and cheeks. This gives the appearance of a helmet. The green eyes and the bulk of her father and the short-medium stature and rounded features of her mother compose her form, a melodic entanglement of lost heritage. Personality Birchkit is a compound of energy, aggression, and the will to prove herself. It's as though she's powered by heat and lightning; cursed with a short fuse lit by impatience and even mere potential insult to dignity, but blessed with a copious amounts of willpower, ambition, and creativity. She does possess a softer side, locked tight with her deep desire to defend what she believes is hers, causing her to be most affectionate with her chosen, more kittish and playful. But even her chosen can be subjected to the torment of her wrath, or the scrutiny of her undying curiosity. History Birchkit's mother was Patchfox, a patched tabby of medium-small stature, and yellow-green eyes ablaze with play, and contest, and protest. Her father was Greymane, a solid blue tom, bulky and large. His eyes were green, like plants in the sea, and his temperament, in deep contrast to his mate's, was like the ocean waves; calming, slow, a little aloof, a little mysterious. They both cared for their territory and their Clan fiercely, and thus when a time, any time, even the smallest and least consequential time, came to defend it, they both dived in claws first, side by side. This is how they died, fading specks; the fox's fire snuffed and the lion's waters stolen, all without a noise, without a memory. They had, at the time, left their two beloved kits in the caring paws of a dear friend, a queen named Darkcloud whom had lost her own kits not too long ago. They had trusted her for the time, and thus were forced to trust her passed their deaths -- a confounding error, particularly for Birchkit. Impatient and unsatisfied with the rowdy Birchkit, who constantly whined, and constantly bullied for milk, the queen gave her away to another. Perhaps that would've been fine if she hadn't also kept Birchkit's brother, Cricketkit, cleaving the two from each other at a possibly irreparable point within themselves, as well. Young, separated from all that was supposed to be hers, including her own sibling, Birchkit grows in a terrain feeling a desperation for victory, and maybe more so, for approval, respect. She'll become the kind of warrior that will make Darkcloud regret her cruelty, that will make Cricketkit jealous of her coolness and power, if it's the last thing she'll do! Other Relationships: ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Patchfox (NPC) --> * Biological mother (deceased). * ;-; * Sold her kids for a corn chip. Greymane (NPC) --> * Biological father (deceased). * He would've been a rad dad. * His corpse is the chillest. Darkcloud (NPC) --> * Stepmother (disowned).  * Currently estranged. * Kids, this is a toxic relationship. Cricketkit (Terra)--> * Biological brother. * Rival (unrequited). * One of her chosen. Loonpaw (Loon) --> * Paternal cousin. * THEY BROS. * One of her chosen. SPACE --> * RELATION. * RELATION. * RELATION. SPACE --> * RELATION. * RELATION. * RELATION. SPACE --> * RELATION. * RELATION. * RELATION. Inventory: ~~~~~~~~~~~~ * Nothing's here yet! * So much space.