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    WIP!


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    FIRST NAME • tablekit - tablepaw - tablesalt
    MIDDLE NAME • --
    LAST NAME • --
    NICKNAMES • --


    AGE • 12 months
    DATE OF BIRTH • september 22nd, 2014
    SEX • male
    GENDER • male
    SEXUALITY • pansexual


    ALLIANCE • windclan
    PAST ALLIANCES • none
    RANK • kit
    PAST RANKS • loner


    SPECIES • domestic cat
    BRIEF APPEARANCE • a white feline with strange, almost scary, green-blue eyes. He started off a bit of a runt, but as soon as he hit apprentice-hood, Tablesalt's shoulders broadened, his legs grew and now looks quite intimidating.
    ADVANCED APPEARANCE • WIP


    PERSONALITY TYPE • ENTP
    BRIEF PERSONALITY • organised, smart, thoughtful, kind, quiet, quick to react, overcareful, clingy, easily panics, selfless, bad at communication
    DETAILED PERSONALITY • WIP


    HISTORY • WIP


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    FIRST FRESHKILL CATCH •
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    GRANDMOTHER (mother's side) •
    GRANDFATHER (mother's side) •
    GRANDMOTHER (father's side) •
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    MOTHER •
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    Name • Gender • Litter


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    Ok, you get cute, interesting, destined-for-greatness orphans like Oliver Twist or Annie, and then you get Tablekit. This tom stands out like a sore thumb, especially when he's standing in the middle of nowhere, extroverted-ness suddenly gone.


    "Um, er, hello?" The wimpy white feline called out, voice surprisingly strong despite Tablekit's shaky, awkward, nervous appearance. He'd decided it was time to socialize - actually get to know the clan he'd be living in for the rest of his life - despite his... Uncomfortable history.

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    He didn't want to look like a weirdo or anything looking at the two characters' ears and noses and paws or anything, but seeing the soft lines and curves up close really did fascinate Tablekit.
    "Thank goodness, people came! Thought I'd be standing out here like an idiot for a lot longer." The tom said under his breath, almost laughing in his relief.


    "Yeah... No... Kind of... I've, um... I've been here for two months now. I just haven't really gotten out much... Tablekit, nice to meet you." He tried to sound more professional and polite and kind - people liked that, didn't they? Oh, and maybe just add a smirk... There! At least now this ghostly-looking kit looked a bit cheerier.

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    Ok, I've basically just joined, aaaand I was wondering if there were any plots for table? Any? Ok.
    Oh, and he's pretty much open for anything, since he's only just made himself known in the clan: friends, enemies, injuries, future love interests... Anything. c:


    oh and he's gonna develop a case of optophobia so something traumatic can happen to him yay c:

    USERNAME;; knitting
    SPECIES;; feline
    CHARACTERS NAME;; tablekit -- tablesalt
    APPEARANCE;; Just plain white with greeny-blue eyes... Almost an aqua colour.
    BRIEF PERSONALITY;; Cocky and a bit of a know-it-all. He only really does something if he thinks it's fun.
    ACCESORIES;; A red blind fold. I don't mind what you do with it - go wild! It can be crooked, around his neck, or, if you can, maybe a paw lifting it over one eye?
    OTHER?;; Any on of you two can do it... I really liked the ginger tabby with the green eyes, by the way! Oh, and can he be smirking? If you do decide to do the one-eye-revealed thing with the blindfold... thanks!
    HEADSHOT OR BODY;; Just a headshot, thanks. c:

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    "Yeah, not really... " Tablekit had imagined how he was going to be a big people-person when he finally made his existence known, but wow - he really hadn't expected these many cats and pups and... Dragons? A bit strange, but... Cool!
    He said his greetings to Cal and Mayankit (whose pelt colour he noticed almost immediately - such a nice contrast to his sickly white one).

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    yay
    ohmigosh that would be great, thanks! c:

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    "Can I touch them?" Its was meant as some kind of shallow joke, but as Tablekit inched closer to the growing group around the frozen creatures, the more he actually wanted to. Maybe even drag one out of the water as a weird, sickening trophy. He especially liked the little bird, wings slightly spread.
    "What happened here?"

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    "Ooooh! That'd be fun!" Tablekit turned to Paragonpaw, eyes bright and tail lashing as the tom imagined the terrifying stone monsters. The idea had distracted him from his little experiment though - ok, maybe seeing what would happen if you dipped your paw into the water wasn't the best idea, but how cool would it be to have rocks for claws?


    But then... Boom! One of those sudden, short-lived depressing thoughts slapped the ivory kit in the face. "Finn's right. Plus, where do we find monsters in the first place? And how do we lead them into the water?"

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    Sure! Who makes it?


    ohmigosh yea hi!

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    Art? He knew nothing about it. Tablekit just stood there, staring blankly at who-knows-what, until he dared to suggest something. "Does design count? Like building sculptures and stuff?"

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    "Welcome! I'm Tablekit" Ok, maybe he was just another voice in the throng of cats and things that had already greeted the newcomer, but hey, at least he did his part.

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    "Tablekit!!" The slightly-annoying orphan flew in from nowhere, overdramatic and overexcited. It took the tom a few moments to realize that most of the others smelt familiar... Except one. Ah. Ears flattened and shrinking to the ground, the tom mumbled something about 'thinking it was some kind of name game'.