gonna post notes here 4 me for characters; feel free to pop in if u need anything!
Ratslip **
Rowanpaw ***
Littlemole **
Howler *
Slugnose *
Shellpaw **
gonna post notes here 4 me for characters; feel free to pop in if u need anything!
Ratslip **
Rowanpaw ***
Littlemole **
Howler *
Slugnose *
Shellpaw **
ROWANPAW – she/her, 8 moons, trad. ___clan
Rowankit > Rowanpaw > Rowan???
- nb girl, 8 moons old, ___ x ___
- apprentice, mentored by ______
- bi
- siblings: __, __, __.
- red shorthair tabby w/ copper eyes
- intelligent, kind, maternal, flighty, pacifistic, idealistic, impulsive, gloomy
- Rowanpaw is short and chubby. She's small for her age, and although her paws seem to be quite big, she's not sure if she'll ever grow to her full height. Her pelt is pale, rusty, and orange. Soft mackerel stripes crawl along her sides, banding her long tail like that of a raccoon. As the heat begins to climb up, her fur steadily grows thinner as she loses her thick and scrappy winter coat. Her face is round and her eyes are owlishly large. Her ears are rounded at the tips. Rowanpaw has a small, barely noticeable scar on the bridge of her nose– earned from one of her first few training sessions.
- Despite her fiery coat, Rowanpaw is certainly not a spitfire. She's laid back and gentle, always preferring to relax with her elders than entertaining the energetic kittens. While some apprentices might groan at the task of senior tick-duty or nest cleaning, Rowan always takes the first chore available if it means she doesn't have to use her claws. Perhaps she's not cut out for clan life, but it's the only life she wishes to know.
- When encountered by stress, Rowanpaw tends to fall apart. She has never been good at multitasking, which shows during the guaranteed breakdown occurs after she simply thinks about her problems. The molly tends to hold a pessimistic view, but she classifies herself as a realist.
1. In The Light – The Lumineers
- fate dealt you a tricky hand
2. More Than You Know – Fenne Lily
- 'cause lately i've felt a change
maybe there's a truth to fear
3. The Girl – City and Colour
4. Autodomesticated Animal – Birdtalker
- they're not ready for the words you say; lonely is the tidal wave
Name: Rowanpaw
Litter: Bearfang x NPC
Gender: nb girl
Appearance: Rowanpaw is short and chubby. She's small for her age, and although her paws seem to be quite big, she's not sure if she'll ever grow to her full height. Her pelt is pale, rusty, and orange. Soft mackerel stripes crawl along her sides, banding her long tail like that of a raccoon. As the heat begins to climb up, her fur steadily grows thinner as she loses her thick and scrappy winter coat. Her face is round and her eyes are owlishly large. Her ears are rounded at the tips. Rowanpaw has a small, barely noticeable scar on the bridge of her nose– earned from one of her first few training sessions.
Personality: Despite her fiery coat, Rowanpaw is certainly not a spitfire. She's laid back and gentle, always preferring to relax with her elders than entertaining the energetic kittens. While some apprentices might groan at the task of senior tick-duty or nest cleaning, Rowan always takes the first chore available if it means she doesn't have to use her claws. Perhaps she's not cut out for clan life, but it's the only life she wishes to know. As she copes with her mother's death, she struggles with her self-worth and identity, unsure if Bearfang will ever be proud of the cat she turns out to be. This fear tends to breed anxiety, making the girl much more cowardly and obsessive than in her past moons. When encountered by stress, Rowanpaw tends to fall apart. She has never been good at multitasking, which shows during the never-failing breakdown that occurs after she even thinks about her problems. The molly tends to hold a pessimistic view, but she classifies herself as a realist. She makes no attempt to disguise her flaws, presenting herself as someone who simply doesn't care to correct them.
- intelligent, kind, maternal, flighty, pacifistic, idealistic, impulsive, gloomy
Other: no vitiligo or autoimmune diseases
thank u! can't wait to play her : )
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GENERAL:
✯ ___kit → ____paw → ________
✯ nicknames
✯ __ moons → ages on the ___, real time
✯ born on ??
✯ gender
✯ pronouns
✯ clan and rank
✯ titles
IMPORTANT INFORMATION:
✯ text here
PHYSICAL:
✯ DOMESTIC FELINE | REF | ART REF | HEALTH: 100%
– description
– description
—— minor injuries: n/a
—— major injuries: n/a
✯ ACCESSORIES: none
✯ SCENT:
PERSONALITY:
– description
– description
– description
—— significant traits: go here
RELATIONS:
✯ ___ x ____
✯ siblings
✯ full relations go here
✯ friends
✯ enemies
✯ crushes
✯ sexuality
✯ about platonic relationships
✯ about romantic relationships
FUTURE PLOTS:
✯ text
✯ text
PLAYLIST:
– 1. here - artist
– 2. here - artist
– 3. here - artist
– 4. here - artist
– 5. here - artist
INTERACTIONS:
✯ attacking
✯ starting fights
✯ ending fights
✯ runing away
✯ powerplay friendly actions
✯ not open to ( capture, minor injury, maim, major injury )
✯ ask before ( capture, minor injury, maim, major injury )
✯ bold name in #ffffff and @ user
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Display MoreMAIN GAME CHARACTER.....
probably a boy, genderfluid??
definitely bi
mmm.... i rlly want him to be an asian golden cat bc of this. fuckin pretty. potential icon here
don't have a set plot for him yet but i rlly like the name daydrink / honey- something (-crash? -rush?)
he's young, less than three years old, but pretty damn smart. doesn't get close to others and instead keeps them at a distance. perhaps sees himself as some sort of messenger. brings fake news to whoever speaks to them, riddling his stories with (big and small) lies. he's an asshole, but smooth with his words. follows his own code of morals and doesn't give a shit about the group's. hopeless romantic despite refusing to make friends. hes........ americas next top model
plotline ideas
- surrounded by ghosts but he generally just tunes 'em out
- mm.... idk if i want to jump right into the maingame w/ another fkcin demon but..... tempting
- bugs. i used to have a character who bonds w/ insects near him and that was neat
- if i do a low-level demon i want him to grow plants in his fur bc im a slut for flower pelts
- im gonna have to look around more
creativecommons images to use for profile
- one - yawning
- two - vaguely cryptic
- three - closeup
- four - sitting
i want 2 play him
NAMES: honeyrush, honeytongue, daydrink, andreas, lackadaisy,
Sheogorath finished!
Name: Comfrey
Age: 17 moons
Gender: male
Clan: Loner ( soon to be RiverClan )
Appearance: Comfrey has always been a skinny thing, made up of just skin and bones since birth. He's frail and gangly, making him stick out like a sore thumb in RiverClan. The slightest stray current could sweep him away. His fur is short, thin and strikingly white– that is, when it isn't dirty and muddled from mud and dust. This causes him to burn easily in the sun, leaving the tips of his ears raw and sensitive to touch. His face is round and boyish, as though he is only 11 moons old. Comfrey's large, owlish eyes are light blue-gray. They are sensitive to the light. From a stranger's viewpoint, he seems as though he would've been gobbled up by a predator as a young kid, but somehow he's lived to adolescence. ( reference )
Personality: Although he seems shy and aloof at first glance, Comfrey is a total social butterfly. He's just pretty picky with who he chooses to interact with. This stems from months spent on his own, wandering at his own whim. He's soft-spoken and somewhat flighty, but incredibly affectionate. Once he's secure in his new home, Comfrey is very physical and can often be seen brushing up against cats that he barely knows. However, he is judgmental and prone to bouts of anxiety. His upbringing led him to be intelligent and cunning, yet he is also strictly pacifistic and refuses to take part in anything remotely nasty.
History: Born in BloodClan, Comfrey grew up surrounded constantly by other cats. He learned how to rely on others at a young age, yet he was never really close to his siblings and friends. He spent most of his time daydreaming, slowly but surely distancing himself from his clanmates. After his parents' death he went and left without warning. He didn't fit in there–it was time for him to make his own decisions.
Other: n/a!
thank you! : )
comfrey
—— now let me go, let me go in peace
NAME / NICKNAMES Comfrey
NAME ORIGIN the medicinal plant used to mend broken bones
AGE & DATE OF BIRTH 17 moons, born on 01/??/18
CLAN OF BIRTH + RANK Born in BloodClan, currently resides in Riverclan — ex-loner
GENDER male
SEXUALITY questioning
RELATIONSHIP none
FAMILY Sheogorath x Taboa, brother to Spiderfang, Wolf in Empty Den, and Kesha
FRIENDS none
ENEMIES none
PERSONALITY At first glance, Comfrey is shy. He seems to hang out on the outskirts of large groups, weaving his way through short conversations with tact and hushed words. However, he practically thrives off of interactions with others. He's quite extroverted and could certainly be described as the life of the party, just in a softer way. He excels at socialization after his childhood in BloodClan, as he can read others like the back of his hand. He's a watcher, always studying others' postures and body languages, because any hint of unease could lead to a scuffle. Had he been raised in a different setting he would've been mellower, kinder, but he's sharp as a whip and not above manipulating others to fulfill his needs. He was a warm, gentle kitten, but the harsh environment he grew up in created something harsher, crueler.
Those that become close to him are met with an insecure, frail cat. Behind a chatty facade lies a boy afraid of his actions, always fearful of the consequences that follow them. He's a runner, and will turn tail and hide the minute something goes wrong. to be continued
— positive traits intelligent, social, loyal, self-reliant, empathetic
— neutral traits obsessive, touchy-feely, flighty, quiet, cunning
— negative traits impulsive, anxious, judgmental, lonely, manipulative
MBTI TYPE ENFP-T
HOUSE Slytherin
NATURAL ALIGNMENT chaotic neutral; he follows his own whims and ensures that his needs are always fulfilled.
AESTHETIC Comfrey has always been a skinny thing, made up of just skin and bones since birth. He's frail and gangly, making him stick out like a sore thumb in RiverClan. The slightest stray current could sweep him away. His fur is short, thin and strikingly white– that is, when it isn't dirty and muddled from mud and dust. This causes him to burn easily in the sun, leaving the tips of his ears raw and sensitive to touch. His face is round and boyish, as though he is only 11 moons old. Comfrey's large, owlish eyes are light blue-gray. They are sensitive to the light. From a stranger's viewpoint, he seems as though he would've been gobbled up by a predator as a young kid, but somehow he's lived to adolescence.
— accessories none
POWERS none
OTHER
FUTURE PLOTS
PLAYLIST
1. A Sadness Runs Through Him - The Hoosiers
2. My Way - Chase Holfelder
3. The Other Side of Paradise - Glass Animals
I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
COMFREY☆ RIVERCLAN ☆ TAGS ☆ PENNED BY reindearly