the shook storage thread

He was out hunting for sticks when his awkwardly large ears picked up
what sounded to him like someone else wandering in the woods. At first
he considered ignoring it and sticking to the original plan, but an
unfamiliar voice suddenly swayed him; it was just out of coherent
earshot and not even Jail's Dumbo-esque listeners could pick up what was
being said, but there was a voice nonetheless. Though still very much
invested in bringing back a handsome collection of sticks to his room,
he took a little detour to find whatever was out there with him - maybe
they were nasty intruders looking for a butt kicking? As the fantasy of
finding bad guys played out in his head he crawled under a prickly bush,
smiling and nodding to himself when two feline butts came into view. It
wasn't exactly the best view for spying, but Jail didn't seem to mind
at all.

Picking flowers? His arrival had been made just
in time to pick up the second portion of the white butt's speech. Even
up close they sounded like a stranger, further prompting him to believe
he was about to ambush a couple of crooks. Gonna give them to your sweetheart? He recoiled after hearing the last bit and instinctively blurted "that's so gay."

Arriving home from a short hunting trip for sticks would traipse a boy with paws too large for his tiny body, a bundle of assorted sharp twigs clenched between his teeth. Adults were talking ahead, and when his gaze trailed down from the sky he saw a happy little thing. Laying on the trail ahead of him was an opportunity to walk over someone, and he fully intended to take it. Picking up his pace the youth's small grey paws patted lightly against slightly worn out patches of earth, pushing him forth in a blur of black and grey: the feline equivalent of running with scissors. Toward the commotion sped a kitten torpedo with no apparent plans of stopping. But then he did, if only for a second as he took the time to curiously peer at Keith's torn claw. "You look like shit," commented Jail before proceeding to walk straight over the injured apprentice's body like it was some sort of fleshy bridge; the entire time he held a triumphant little smirk on his upturned maw, proud that he was finally walking all over someone (he was too light to injure him this way, however). Then he performed a little hop to land back on the forest floor, going on about his merry way to spectate from a little ways away since the gore aspect still interested him.

GENERAL
jailkit | jay or jail | male (he/his)
★ libra / 4 months / real time aging
★ shadowclan
★ youth with no past ranks
★ pinterest board: .。.:*・°☆
★ spotify playlist: .。.:*・°☆

NOTES
★
learns best through experience, cannot read nor write, is easily
confused, a difficult student. enjoys roughhousing, asking "what" and
"why", pushing other kids around, dominance, touching sharp or hot stuff
(bonus if hot and sharp), mutilating random things to see what happens.
★
generic american accent, speaks english, knows bits and pieces of
italian. medium voice level, hardly raises or lowers its volume. speech ref.
★ smells faintly of smoke
★ full name will be jailbird

PHYSICAL
a
long and scrawny turkish angora who sports a soft coat of medium black
smoke fur, tinged with brown around the ears from sun exposure. he is
odd-eyed, with the left being blue and the right a yellowish green tone;
his resting stare is wide and faintly lost, though it can be quite
expressive most of the time. currently he has no distinctive markings or
scars.
★ domestic feline [birth/main] / Health: 97%
★ injuries: just some small scrapes
★ ailments: healthy

PERSONALITY
★ ISTP/the unfettered/the sociopath/comically missing the point
★ protective, loyal, forgiving, curious, determined
★ blunt, impulsive, reckless, physical, no conscience

RELATIONSHIPS
npc x npc - gen 1
★ heterosexual/romantic
★ single | ½ ___
★ not interested in anyone

INTERACTION
★ no powers yet
★ instigator / dirty fighter
★ address in bold #423f3f
★ can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions

windclan would probably make the most sense as the clan rose forgot about, and at some point in the future for plot/dev reasons finding him a lost relative or parent might be a good idea? he was lost at ~5 months old, and lived on his own until 6 months so it would be reasonable that nobody recognised him after growing up a bit.