Herro, everyone!
So I have this kit named Viennakit that I need to start roleplaying. Her mother is the BloodClan warlord Morsecode, who is the daughter of Haemon Mist and Jetstream, so she's basically related to most of BloodClan in a way. xP Her father is Infinitepossibility, who is a SunClan underboss. His relations are: Mountainstar, Maximus, Sabre, Capricefall, Astralinclination, Desirekisses, Ryuk, Savvypaw, Mourning Dove, Espresso, Rapidfire, Flashfire, Freedomfighter, Lovestar, Vertigo, and Soldierboy.
I am open to almost any plots, except for rape or catnip or anything like that. She is still pretty young so it's not exactly realistic. xP
I would love if you could skim over this quick to get a feel for what she's like:
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Username/Display Name; February // Febby Cream
Activity Level; 8-9/10
Muse Level Overall; 7/10
Muse Level for Kit; 9/10
Reason for Wanting Kit; First off, I absolutely adore BloodClan. I've also been told SunClan is a pretty amazing Clan as well. So being a part of both is a dream come true. And I can't lie and say I didn't at least partly join this because it was a kit of two high positions. c; Thirdly, I need more characters and I think I'm going to actually play a female for once. Fourthly, ideas hit me like a train when I saw this was a half-clan litter. I can tell she will be my little muse baby if I get her. <3
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Name; Viennakit;; Viennapaw;; Viennalights
Gender; Femme'
Appearance; Strength. Grace. Elegance. Even as a mere kit, these grabbing qualities command attention from young and old cats alike. Though her frame is rather small and lean, newly forming muscles coil beautifully beneath her short, course fur. Her long legs stride with confidence and elegance, barely leaving a print in the sand as she seemingly floats right over the ground. Her face has perfectly balanced features, a rounded pink nose, oval orbs, and straight ears that are always pricked and alert. Her tail is especially long, a good few inches longer than most other's tails.
That's about where her prettiness ends.
Her pelt isn't ugly, per say, but it's definitely not normal. The colors are normal enough. Dark brown and white. It's the pattern that'd a bit off. She is predominantly a dark brown tabby, but she has her fair share of white. Her belly and chest are coated with the beautiful snowy color, as well as all four of her paws. The backs of her ears are completely frosted white, so that's a good defining feature for her from behind, as they seem to glow during the dark hours. Then the oddness starts.
Columns of white spiral around her back legs, all the way up and down. Small, jagged ticks of brown crack into the expanse of spiraling white to create what looks like little mini-stairs up and down her legs. The white from her belly creeps about halfway up her side, and ends in cracked lines rising and falling along her sides. When she breathes, they expand and look like they're moving. Like a living, breathing heart monitor. Finally, there is a long, thick line of ragged white that stretches across her mouth and reaches up to her cheeks. A jagged, evil grin. She's grinning all the time. Like a madman.
Her eyes are even more entrancing, and eerie. They are such a deep-set, dark copper that it's simply beautiful. But the glow that always seems to be present, the shine that comes from deep within, is kinda scary and not really right. She always looks like she's looking right through you, searching your soul and sifting through your memories, deeming you worthy. It's bound to give any cat the shivers.
Personality; This kitty's biggest weakness is her overconfidence. No, she doesn't believe she's the most powerful cat in the Clan, and she knows her place well in BloodClan, but she doesn't seem to know when to just stop. She has a fierce temper, but it takes a lot to rile her up enough to snap and she can mostly keep her emotions in check. But if you antagonize her enough, she will challenge you. No matter WHO you are. That's her biggest problem.
Viennakit is full of limitless energy. She can go for forever, it seems to most. She has lots to say, and for the most part, will say it. She's not one to keep secrets, especially if it has to do with a rival or enemy. She's not afraid to throw her opinion out there and debate with the high positions, though she's not careless enough to do it in a bratty way or without respect. She respects the high positions and thinks very highly of them. She would do anything for them and you'd be hard pressed to find a more loyal, hard-working member of BloodClan.
Though she has a hard time with keeping her trap shut most times and can think too highly of herself, she is quite cunning and witty. Her words can be her greatest weapon if she so chooses it. It would be stupid to issue a verbal debate with her, as she has a way of slyly twisting her opponent's words against him/herself. It's a strength she prides herself on. She also has the benefit of the doubt. Most look at her small size and won't notice her easily concealed muscles and think she's no threat. She revels in the pleasure of proving them wrong.
Though she seems like a harsh, confident kitty on the outside, that isn't all of who she is. She doesn't have a cliche "softer side". No, she's too much the embodiment of BloodClan to have one. What she does have, though, is a listening side. If you manage to win her hard-earned trust, she will make time for you and show her affection for you. Maybe in a weird way, maybe in a bad way, maybe in a way that could physically or emotionally hurt the other, but she finds a way. She makes sure to listen to problems and give the advice she thinks will help, though most of the times it's very blunt and honest. She's definitely not the understanding type, but she can at least sympathize.
Roleplay Samples;The morning glowed with warmth as the small kit pounced out of the nursery, her eyes narrowed as she scanned the bustling camp. Viennakit snorted, flicking her tail as she seated herself and began to groom, ignoring everyone else. She didn't feel like putting up with the stupidity of some other cats at the moment.
Viennapaw growled under her breath as the mouse eluded her paws once again. She dug her claws into the sand angrily, spitting in frustration. She had to bring at least something back to BloodClan, unless she wanted to shame her mentor. No, that wouldn't do at all. "Come on, focus you worthless furball!" She hissed under her breath as she soared out from behind the boulder she sheltered behind, touching down and skimming off across the sand effortlessly. She had to catch this next piece of prey. No room for error, only success. She could only shudder at what her mentor would do if she came back empty-pawed. Shivers raced up her spine as she ran, nose in the air and ears pricked and alert, ready to catch any scent or noise. Nothing was going to get past her.
The pure, unadulterated adrenaline blasted through her veins and pierced her heart with such frightening intensity it almost reeled her back. Her first legit battle as a warrior. A feral grin tugged at the corners of her lips as she sunk low to the ground, the mangy Clan cats in front of her shrinking back at the evil light in her eyes. This was going to be fun. Viennalights launched forward, the first cat to break the Clan's ranks and boldly strike down the first cat. The first death of the many that would occur here today. Blood soon coated the battleground as demented screeches and squeals filled the air, thick with the scent of blood and death.
She reveled in the pleasure of the fight, of the muscles writhing underneath her claws as she slashed them up. A cat raced at her from behind, and she lashed out with a fierce back-kick that laid them flat. Spinning off the corpse beneath her, she lunged at the other cat, surprised as he had already scrambled to his paws and was reaching for her as well. Finally, a CHALLENGE.
They met in midair, a whirl of bawling cries, lost fur, and flashing claws. Viennalights latched her claws in his sides tight and held on as he raked his claws across her face. The sting woke her up even more then she already was, and she snarled, snapping her jaws a hairsbreadth from his throat. She dragged her claws up his side and he yowled in pain as they dropped hard to the sticky, dusty ground. Wasting no time in untangling herself from the tom, she swept out her paw as he stumbled upright, knocking him back down again. The second he fell, she leaped in, bloodied fangs bared and ready for the kill. The tom's eyes widened, knowing his end was near. Very near, indeed.
Plot Ideas; -going to stay in BloodClan, most likely.
--going to have a spirit named Latvia with her from Day 1. She could maybe twist Viennakit's mind and make her do terrible things, influence her and psychologically scar her.
-definitely plan on getting her powers. I'm not too sure which ones yet, but there will be a couple!
-probably going to go to SunClan to try and convince her siblings to return to BloodClan with her. Maybe she might attempt to assassinate her father?!
-definitely getting a mate and many litters of baby kitties in her lifetime. <3
Favorite Color; Royal blue.
Favorite Quote; "Even if you fall on your face, you're still moving forward."
Theme Song; Get Off My Back by Bryan Adams.
Other; I absolutely adore Green Day and Three Days Grace. <3 I also used roleplay samples from my old account for this one, though to be completely honest the muse lengths are still the same for me now. I can change them if you want, just shoot me a PM. x3
So please, post away with any ideas below! <3
