Character Name: Tillykit
Character Age: 7 moons
Gender: Female
Alliance: Her own self and nobody else.
Rank: Whateva she wants! Nobody rules this kit.
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Slender and thin in every way, Tillykit is wraith like-she has large eyes, almost too big for her face, that are a deep, unsettling shade of blue. Her fur is short, with thick Rex scruff. She is a Siamese-a Siamese silver-tabby point, to be exact, meaning her muzzle and paws are striped with a cream backdrop. Her striping is a cool, deep silver color that accents her eyes well. Her pads are thick and slightly heavy. She tends to limp on one side, though this is unexplained. She also has a lazy eye that drifts slightly when she's thinking.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Tillykit is also as odd as her name. Reclusive and pensive, she enjoys the life of a loner-she prefers to be alone at all times, and though she has her siblings she doesn't speak often. Being a philosopher of sorts, she also tends to be rather intelligent-she's the first to suggest the right ideas, the better plans. Deeper into her personality, however, you find a rock-hard core that guards against outsiders-and love, too. Tillykit acts like she has no emotion, and yet she does-she merely masks it well. She does love her siblings, however twisted a love it may be.
---Likes (at least 3): Plotting, calm days, and swimming.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Most living things, violence, and talking.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Excellent strategist, good fighter, rather smart, and good hunter.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Horrible at talking to other cats, understanding social cues, body language, and emotions, too judgmental, overly boastful when she actually speaks, and a bit annoying.
History (8 or more sentences): Tillykit may be the oddest Clan kit you will ever meet-other then her two siblings, Snipkit and Mintkit. All three originated in Bloodclan, from a dying mother whose elegant, cream-colored pelt and Siamese markings made her out to be different. Tillykit wanted more, though-and so she and her siblings started plotting. Before their apprentice ceremony, Tillykit and the others escaped, leaving Clan life behind for good.
Tillykit's name was actually supposed to be Sillykit, but it ended up Tillykit-everyone mispronounced it! While Mintkit and Snipkit got normal names, this poor she-cat was left with the oddball name-and a deep dislike for most other cats. Her family never noticed her, none save her two siblings. She was always considered the outsider-never accepted, and never loved.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
Cool, icy winds and smooth, slick-feeling wind. Tillykit adored days like today-days in which she could reap the seeds of her hard work for this pas moon. She, Snipkit, and Mintkit had ventured onto more Clan territory-Thunderclan, if her information was correct. Smirking just slightly, the shady kit padded forward, acting as though in agony. "Help me..." she whimpered, dragging one paw along the ground. "I got h-hurt, and my siblings, they..." she added, then collapsed, hoping some cat had heard her little act.
After a few moments it became obvious she was being ignored. Angry and slightly sad, the Siamese got to her feet once more and stalked off, growling to herself. She knew little of what to do next, so she did the one thing she could think of-she headed off, back to the others in the hopes they could, once more, find some cats to mess with and have take care of them and teach them to hunt-until they could on their own. Now, all they had to to do was wait.
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