Post by gingersnapsdacat on Nov 12, 2019 15:52:49 GMT
Madolche | Milk-kit | Milkpaw Milkberry
Female | 43 moons | ESFP
Lean white tabby with pale stripes and points and milky blue eyes
Demisexual; likes all the cute girls though ♥
Smells a bit of sorrel and flora
Pompous little princess type
A small, downy-furred kit with a build foreshadowing a body similar to her mother's long, silky one of the Angora breed. With a pale pelt promising to be long and luxurious in the future, Milk-kit currently appears more like a poofy ball of moss with twiggy-thin legs that she tends to teeter on. And with big eyes as bright as berries, she is quite the charming little kitten.
Bearing a pelt of almost pure white, she has a few faintly darker markings on her face and tail that may become points in her older age, but only appear now as soft ashy fawn in hue; it just looks like dust flecking her snowy body. Despite a body type more akin to her mother, Milk-kit's palette may mirror her father's Siamese genes more. In her kit stage, she has soft blue eyes like the clear midday sky. These, however, may change over time though.
[Core Personality Traits]
|| Overzealous || She is certainly easy to excite and has a very high energy level. Quick to bounce off the walls and act in a hyper fashion for one so filled with milk, she is definitely a little firecracker who needs to be constantly monitored. And this spastic state of hers can only cease through tuckering her out or by her own hunger for milk.
|| Offendable || Milk-kit is one to be easily offended, and by anything too. However, despite this, she is quick to cheer up and excite. But that doesn't mean it's the end of an ordeal- she often forgets what it was that so insulted her once she has snapped out of her sour 'tude, and often finds herself becoming offended once again by the same or even the opposite of what irritated her in the first place.
|| Amorous || She is one in-love-with-love kitty with goo-goo eyes for any pretty or sweet she-cat. She is overly sweet and sympathetic to those she fancies, and is easily heartbroken by those who don't like her or find her clingy. However, she had no desire to make the acquaintance of males, and has zero tolerance for rowdy or loud toms. Literally the only male she cared for was her sensitive father.
|| Competitive || A proud youngin', Milk-kit is one to stick her neck out when it comes to matters of respect and defending the 'honor' of herself, her family, and those she deems worthy of her time. She is not one to back down from a challenge, and in fact, hates to lose at anything. One could assume she gained such a trait from her mother, only with way more of a driving force known as an inflated ego.
|| Slothish || Similar to her mother in her youth, Milk-kit displays a lazy nature when she's not excited about something. If her interests aren't piqued to the point of the kit nearly having a conniption fit, then she probably couldn't care less. Instead, she'd rather latch herself to her foster mother's belly and just swell up on the sweet milk that she's so addicted to.
|| Spoiled || Now this isn't to say Milk-kit got whatever she wanted from her parents when she was with them, or that she is bratty in nature. Simply, she is a proud individual who occasionally feel entitled to luxuries such as her foster mother's milk, even when she has clearly had her fill. And used to having a soft father, she believes in her ability to potentially get her way through a charmingly sweet demeanor and her self-coined "adorableness."
Sassy Silver-tongued for such a young kit, she has picked up on her mother's wit and sarcasm, and has begun to use it for her.
Haughty She is quite pompous and a fair bit vain.
Gluttonous She enjoys indulging herself in the things she likes, to the point where it nearly eats up all of her time.
Tenacious She can be pretty persistent and inflexible, like her mother had been when she was young.
Chivalrous She is easily smitten with cute she-cats, so she constantly wishes to treat them to the best of her abilities.
Passionate While she gets along with most others, she can be fairly argumentative over things she cares about.
Kit hood History
In the beginning, Milk-kit was born ‘Madolche’ as one of three kittens to a pair of cats by the names of Xeno, a tall Angora-mix bearing sleek charcoal fur and emerald green eyes, and Cooper, a small, but built Siamese-mix with dusty tannish white and soot fur with dazzling blue eyes. The pair had come from outside clan culture, but hailed from a far-off land well-versed in order and discipline. The melancholy couple left their home of their own accord, though the reasoning was unknown to their kits, and bore their babies in the unknown wilderness that was now their domain.
Madolche, at her young age, could only recall living with her kinmates for brief time before being taken in by the clans. But that short time was etched in her memories forever. Madolche had a sister and brother in the formers of a dark tortoiseshell mink named Adazeh and a thin silvery tom with long tail named Hewitt, and despite their close living quarters as a litter sharing a den, the siblings had not been close. Madolche often clashed with her stoic sister and picked on her skittish brother, and was constantly scolded by Xeno for being a gluttonous pigglet. It was from this time that Madolche began to hate being called ‘Fatty’ by her snickering mother.
In her youth, the she-cat and her family had always lived close to water, and a large stream was their favorite of place to remain at as it was always lively with prey and never froze over. However, this dream location also posed as a perfect place for predators to settle. It was during the end of Autumn when one of the aforementioned predators in the form of a fox had decided to claim the stretch of land that the cats were living on as his new hunting grounds and took the chance to grab a bite to eat before returning to his own family.
Madolche couldn’t recall much from the night where her family had been rudely awoken by the snarling and squealing and only remembered her father’s shrill scream for the kits to run. As the she-kit scrambled, she saw from a glance that her mother was battling the beast while her brother hung from it’s jaws. After that, she only knew aching and blackness. What the kit didn’t recall was being so panicked that she ran in an attempt to avoid running into a thin birch that she had almost failed to see, she had launched herself outside the sparse woodland and into the open of a field; that from which she tumbled roughly down a hill and knocked herself unconscious.
From then one, she had been roused by a patrol of strangers, likely a group of Mothclan apprentice heading to the Anemos Fields to train, and had been dragged kicking and screaming to their camp. She sat prisoner (in her own words) amidst the clan as she explained how her family had been attacked, but when a patrol went to scout out the area for the fox of the kit’s family, they only found blood, old bedding, and tufts of fur floating about. They had all gone; disappeared. Leaving the tiny white tabby by her lonesome among strangers.
Given no real option, as she was too small to care for herself, the fiery kit was taken into the clan under the moniker of Milk-kit after her greedy questioning about where the food was- specifically the milky queens.
Father Cooper | Loner tom | [Unknown] "My papa was soft, sweet, and the very best papa ever! He always gave me what I wanted and told me all sorts of wonderful stories when mama only talked about dirt and rocks!"
Mother Xeno | Loner queen | [Unknown] "My mama is the smartest and sassiest!! I loved her milk and watching her diss others, but I hated when she called me fat. I miss her."
Adazeh | Loner kit | [Unknown] ”My sister was a meanie! She thought she was so smart and better than me cuz she was fluffier!!” Hewitt | Loner kit | [Unknown] ”My brother was such a boring crybaby. He was funner to play with than Ada, but not by much.”
Foster Mother Sweetbrair | Mothclan queen | [Alive] "She says she’s my new mama, but I’m not so sure. She has a bunch of wiggling little bugs for babies, but her milk is nice so I tolerate the bugs."
Foster Siblings Pricklekit | Mothclan kit | [Alive] "She’s a liar. She says she prickly, but if she were, I couldn’t share a nest with her." Rosekit | Mothclan kit | [Alive] "She’s a cute and I prefer to sleep next to her when its bedtime." Bristlekit | Mothclan kit | [Alive] "I dunno- he just looks like a big ball of fuzz to me." Nettlekit | Mothclan kit | [Alive] "She’s so noisy and shrewish for a kit her size. Like a tiny storm stuck in the den."
Mentor Mothstar | Mothclan Leader | [Deceased "My mentor and the leader of my clan!! He used to scare me, and I still find him a bit intimidating, but I'm learning as much as I can from him."
Friends Fattail | Mothclan Warrior | [Deceased] "A lazy cat who calls me his clanmate. He's fun to talk to, has a soft tail to nap on, and recognizes how great I am. He's a smart one."
Milkkit had become very close to a warrior named Fattail. They were very close friends, and he often visited her in the nursery. Tragically, Fattail was killed by a monster. Rustpaw, an apprentice who was frequently known for getting herself into mischief, started hanging around the young Milkkit, getting her in on her schemes. Milkpaw was apprenticed to MothStar, the well-known leader of MothClan. He was a hard mentor, but he taught her a lot. Meanwhile, her friend Rustpaw was still getting herself into trouble, even as she became a warrior. She dragged Milkpaw into her scheme of bringing a loner back to camp, and continued to cause problems for the clan. Soon after Milkberry became a warrior, she followed Ruststripe to the border, where she suspected her to be meeting more rogues. When Ruststripe discovered that her friend was spying on her, along with Eveningblaze, she was very upset, and accused Milkberry of not trusting her. Milkberry had to tell her friend that she could not follow in her mischief any more. Ruststripe ran off and was captured by rogues, but Milkberry and Eveningblaze brought her home. Soon after, Ruststripe had Eveningblaze's kits, and Milkberry effectively became a godmother to six rowdy kittens, and two more that Ruststripe adopted from another litter. Milkberry was with Ruststripe for more of her heartbreaks, including when Eveningblaze split ties with her, and when her son, Hornstrike, was killed. During the time when MothClan was sharing MistClan's camp, Milkberry's heart began to open back up, right alongside her long-time friend. Along with Bristleblaze, a MothClan tom, Ruststripe and Mlkberry are expecting a litter of kits.
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