[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; width:400px; height:;][fancypost bgcolor=olivedrab; border: 0px solid transparent; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; text-align; justify; text-style: courier; height:; width: 380px][size=14]Butterflykit [/fancypost][justify][size=10][font=courier][color=olivedrab] A small, trembling grey form stood at the border, her olive green gaze darting around fearfully. The small figure belonged to a child named Butterflykit, a bloodclan born cat raised as a kittypet and then thrown out of her home. She had been through a lot these past few days, and the stress had finally caught up to her. Without meaning them to, Her she found herusually sturdy legs buckling beneath her curvy frame, and she let out a squeak of surprise.
Exhaustion swept the strength from her limbs, and she suddenly felt dizzy. When was the last time she had eating some things? She honestly couldn't remember. To tired to get up and fearing the worst, the child broke into tears yet again, for the fourth time that day. It was only sun high on her fifth day away from twolegplace, and already she felt as if she was cursed to wander forever in search of safety, only to die before she ever reached it.
A terrible, terrible fate for someone so young, but she and her siblings were cursed, so she found it to be no surprise. Weary from her troubles and travels, she closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the hot sun beat down on her form through the thin tree tops above. She would die here surely, she thought, but there was still hope. [b]"help... me..." the weak cry was all the hungry and parched kitten could manage, unshed tears welled up behind closed eyes.
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[justify][color=olivedrab][font=courier][BASICS]
■ butterflykit; butterflyheart
■ 4 months; ages every 100 posts
■ cisgender female
■ pansexual heteroromantic
■ single; no crush
■ emmy x npc; 1/2 of nothing
■ thunderclan kit; no mentor
[APPEARANCE]
a small she-cat with long fluffy fur and a slightly chubby build. she has a plumed tail of cloud-like downy fur, and thick sturdy legs. she has a bit of baby chub on her body, but most of her fluffy appearance is due to her thick pelt. has a charcoal grey pelt and almond shaped olive green eyes, and wears a thin green collar adorned with fake plastic flowers of cream, pink, and orange.
■ domestic feline
■ charcoal grey fur; olive green eyes
■ olive green collar with fake flowers
■ thick fluffy fur; plumed tail
■ curvy; short and compact; slightly stocky
■ eyes are puffy from crying; sad expression
[PERSONALITY]
meek and shy, she does her best to stay out of the limelight. she is very fearful of nearly everything, caused by growing up on the harsh streets of the twolegplace all on her own. she is especially afraid of the dark and of loud noises such as thunder, rushing water, or dogs barking. she is considered a crybaby, as she cries often and always seems to be sad. emotionally fragile, she is very much like a fragile little butterfly, so easily broken or damaged by even the slightest of things.
■ shy; awkward; timid; soft-spoken
■ anxious; fearful; crybaby; fragile
■ scares easily; very jumpy
■ has nightmares; self-inflicted insomnia
■ suffers from anxiety, ptsd, and depression
[INTERACTIONS]
■ no kill, maim, or injure
■ pm me for capture or plots
■ easy physically; extremely easy mentally
■ will not start fights; will run away
■ no fighting, hunting, or healing skills
■ can power play affectionate actions
[OTHER]
■ born in bloodclan; raised a kittypet
■ likes flowers, butterflies, and bees
■ favorite color is pale pink
■ favorite food is sparrow or finch
■ loves listening to stories