Posts by witchedpaw

name: Witchedkit Witchedpaw Witchedpoppet

gender: Female

age: 7 moons

birthday: June 10th

clan: To be decided.

appearance: Witchedpaw is a Turkish angora with black fur and no patterns of other colors. The fur on her neck, back, and belly are normally not groomed well, and stick out in slight tufts in places. Her stature is somewhat short, skinny, and generally petite. Her eyes are a greenish-yellow with a tint of orange around the edges. She has a long and fluffy tail, long whiskers, and long, thick fur, as is normally common with her species. Her facial features aren't especially notable in any way, although she has a black nose, somewhat pointed ears, and a torn right ear. Witchedpaw also has an additional scar on her front left paw. She often carries around a small, dirtied ragdoll about the size of her head with her. The doll is very simplistic, being made of white felt with black cross-stitches for the eyes and mouth, and filled with stuffing. The doll also has a rusted rectangular metal keychain attached to the right leg that has "GOOD LUCK" engraved in it.

personality: Witchedpaw typically comes off as distant to most people who happen to meet her. Whenever she isn't silent and lost in her thoughts, she is overly talkative and tends to lose focus of what's going on or what she was talking about, often going off on unrelated rambles. She is also carefree and relaxed, giving little care to problems or important events, whether they be her own or other's. Unless she has a new story she wants to tell, she often doesn't go out of her way to find someone to talk to, and will wander off to anywhere to explore. She is curious of a lot of things, and she conducts little investigations on anything interesting she finds so she can talk about it later, which led to her knowing bits of information about many human objects. This also lead to her collecting things that humans would consider to be good luck charms, as she strongly believes in superstition because, to quote, "If it's not true, then why would it exist, huh?" As shown, she is assertive about her own opinion on matters, but is also quick to back down if she isn't interested in the topic. She is very possessive of the objects she collects as she believes they are truly magical, especially the doll she carries around. Apart from exploring, collecting, and telling her own stories, she doesn't take much interest in anything else, and will often interrupt or ignore others and what they're saying to do what she's interested in. She dislikes people who try to command her on exactly what to do, but she doesn't put up much of an argument about it due to not really caring about what others have to say. However, she is easily manipulated and bribed due to being relatively naïve on judging how good or bad someone's intentions are and what they're thinking, She isn't very careful when it comes to trusting others, although she is overly protective over her little poppet and will absolutely refuse to trust anyone with it. She will also normally be more willing to talk to people who listen to her stories with genuine -or faked, as she can't tell the difference very well- interest. In general, she is very carefree, childish, and indolent, doesn't like listening to others or following rules, and is somewhat innocent when it comes to her way of thinking.

-Extra note: When it comes to Witchedpaw's attitude towards her poppet, it is all controlled by the spirit inside her doll. It emotionally manipulates her to give as much necessary warning to those who get near it or touch it.

history: Witchedpaw was born in a very small clan of feral cats that normally stuck to an area very close to human civilization, specifically a cheap shopping area. They would often hunt and sleep in the nearby park, stealing any food dropped by humans that happened to walk by. Witchedpaw had adapted quickly to this life, as did her three sisters and one brother, and, unlike the other cats, would take interest in the unedible items dropped by people. When not looking for food or sleeping, she would often walk down the streets of the area, quietly observing human behavior and the strange trinkets and foods they would trade to each other. She especially took interest in the shiny objects that visiting humans would collect, which were good luck charms of various sorts, and snatched the doll she carries around after it fell from a table after a child bumped into it. That was also the time she got the scar on her right ear, as the child accidentally stepped on her ear when she leaned down to take the doll. She boasted to her family about the story, and although her siblings were impressed with her "battle scar," her parents strictly forbid her from going out too far into the human areas again. Upset by her parents' attempt to keep her from exploring the area of her curiosity, she ran off with her doll (for "extra extra good luck on her expedition") while she was hunting a few days later, and got lost due to the large crowds. After about a week of wandering around and getting distracted while trying to return home, she ended up in a completely different area. The scar on her front left paw is from a scratch from tripping over the cracked stone paths while running, as she was and still is young and not very nimble.

relationships: Parents (names unknown for now): Witchedpaw didn't have the closest relationship with her parents, but she still loved them, and mostly listened to basic commands they gave her, although she would often disobey them on different occasions and get in trouble.

Siblings: Witchedpaw liked her siblings, as they didn't tell her parents about anything she would do in the human area, and they would be relatively impressed by her stories.

Poppet: The only thing she truly and deeply loves and appreciates. She protects it with her life.

strength + powers: Physical: Witchedpaw isn't very strong when it comes to physical strength, although she is swifter than she used to be.

Mental: Witchedpaw has average mental strength, if not a little above average. If anyone told her this, she would proudly declare that the cause is her beloved doll.

Powers: Her poppet is possessed with a spirit that, upon transferring to Witchedpaw, will grant her powers such as healing faster, shapeshifting into the form of the spirit when it was alive, invisibility, flight, heightened senses, and increased strength and speed. The powers can be used for as long as three hours to an hour at a time, depending on how many powers are used at once, since they absorb energy from the spirit that needs time to replenish. When used in shapeshifted form, the powers grow more powerful, but last for less long. If used too much, the powers can begin to absorb energy from Witchedpaw, making her much weaker and potentially injuring her; Witchedpaw could also be stuck in a shapeshifting form that is half of her and half of the spirit if she loses too much energy in the shapeshifted form. Although not a power Witchedpaw can use, the spirit uses emotional manipulation to make sure that Witchedpaw keeps the doll it inhabits safe. When the spirit does not inhabit her body, the only present powers are heightened strength and agility as well as slightly faster healing, which works faster the closer she is to the doll. Witchedpaw does not know any of this information.

Witchedpaw had somehow ended up on a tropical island after two weeks. A pretty impressive result, seeing how easy it could have been to simply follow the familiar stone paths back home. But what could she really expect after making the decision that an expedition around mountains and over rivers would be a wonderful idea? She was filled from her soaking wet toes to her flattened ears with regret and anger that her beloved poppet had gotten wet in her struggle to the other side of the river. It was ruined. She had sat by the riverbank and muttered unheard curses to herself while waiting for her doll to dry. That is, until she realized what kind of area was on the other side of the river. When that happened, she forgot about the chilling shivers and scratches on her feet, picked up her doll by the mouth, and excitedly ran towards the coastline, stopping to think for a moment.

This was a real tropical island. Real. It wasn't just a flat picture printed on the pieces of paper that the people at the shops would trade. Witchedpaw stared at the island for a few moments, repeating said thoughts to herself. After taking in the situation she was in, she gleefully started running, already daydreaming of how impressed her siblings would be with the fact that she found a real island. Such daydreaming ended up with her lying dazed on the ground after slamming headfirst into a palm tree. Shaking her head while dizzily wobbling back onto her paws, she looked up at the bunches of ripening bananas in the tree she had ran into. I'll bring one of those home! After her quick decision, she gently laid her poppet onto the ground and leaped up onto the tree, making the mistake of forgetting that she had just swam across a river with aching paws and then lost her balance after colliding with a tree. She quickly realized said mistakes as she only managed to scramble a foot or so on the tree, then wincing as she landed on her sore paws and chose to lie down and grumble.

She had then also remembered that her precious doll was ruined. She didn't even get any good luck from it. Wonderful.

Witchedpaw turned her head to see who was barking -or whimpering, rather, she mused- at her, stretching out her legs before leaning against the tree to steady herself as she stood up, standing protectively in front of her doll. She was quickly upset by what had sounded like someone trying to order her around, but quickly forgot upon seeing that it was a... uh... horned dog in human clothes?

"You don't know me? I guess that's reasonable. I'm far from home. I'm pretty well known over there by some people. I'll have you know that I'm an adventurer. I haven't ever been here, though. This is a cool place, though. Do you live here? Of course you do, why else would you be here? You look pretty weird. I've never seen someone like you, especially not with human clothes on. I saw a human in a sweater like that once. He bought a lot of papers with pictures of pretty places on it and I stole one he left on a bench. It was a really cool picture. I think you would like it if you like this place. I find lots of cool pictures. I think the people give them to eachother. I don't know why. My investigation is still ongoing. Maybe they want to show off the cool pictures they got. Do people come here? I bet they do. I bet this is where they get their pictures to trade."

She had begun to pace around while rambling on, not even bothering to answer his questions. After abruptly stopping after her last sentence, she stopped to stare at him. Yeah, pretty weird, she thought. Those weird colored stubby things kinda look like the things on the statues that they sell. Maybe they give off good luck. Would they still work when cut off? Maybe they don't give good luck. He doesn't look like he'd be lucky. Or that he would be deserving of such magic. Looks kinda weird. Kinda cool, though. Did he steal that sweater from a human?

Her last statement was said out loud, and unnoticed by Witchedpaw. Pretty awkward, considering she had just stared at him for a while only to then wonder out loud if he was a thief. But could she be expected to care? Not at all.

//it is o k he is a sweet boyo i like him already

She looked up as Beautifulspirit was flying over, suddenly forgetting that there was another person there. Amazed by her ability to fly, she practically bounced up and down on her toes as she began to ramble again.

"Woah! You can fly! How do you do that?! Is everyone here magical? I bet they all are. I bet they all have some sort of cool power. Maybe this entire island is magical! But if there's no humans, where did it get all its magical items? Maybe you lied. But I haven't seen any humans yet. Maybe this Riverclan thing is magical. What's a Riverclan, anyways? Everyone in this Riverclan looks weird. Is it named after the river I just crossed? It didn't look like a very special river. There's a prettier river where I live. It's all sparkly 'cause the human kids throw shiny circle thingies in there and make wishes. Did kids throw the shiny metals into this river? Is this why everyone looks weird and is super magical? But you said there were no people here. I fell into that river once, though. My doll's totally magical. It has human luck like the shiny metals. Maybe Riverclan is a human and you're lying... wait a minute, that doesn't make sense. Whatever, I'll go find out! I'm an adventurer, after all!"

She promptly turned around, flicked her fluffy tail, picked up her doll in her mouth, and began to walk away. She was determined to figure out the secret of all these weird magical creatures and whatever a Riverclan was. It was her job as a super amazing adventurer. It was a very slow walk, however. Her toes still hurt. A lot.

Witchedpaw turned around to launch into another story about her experiences, but then blanked out for a second when her poppet was snatched right from her. Some stranger had the audacity to take her doll right from her? She immediately went into a rigid stance after a sudden burst of anger and flattened her ears, sweeping her doll behind her with her tail when it was returned.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?! You nearly set it on fire!" She turned around, grabbed the doll in her mouth and continued talking, the rest of her angry ranting muffled. "You'll burn all the luck outta it! Don't ya know anything about poppets?! It took a lotta effort to get something like this and I'm not gonna have it be destroyed by some fire-breathing dog!"

Deciding that she had given enough of a warning to everyone present, she went right back to talking as if nothing had happened, speech still muffled by her doll. "I guess you don't have a doll, judging by that. But where do you get your magic, then? Does everyone here have a different kind of magic? Maybe you get it from your names. Obscuro's a pretty weird name. I guess Witchedpaw's a pretty weird name, too, but I don't think I'm a witch. Maybe I am, though. But I haven't ever breathed fire or flew. Where do I get all the magic here? Do I get it from the Riverclan? Oh, and what's a Riverclan? Wait, I planned to find that out by myself..."

Witchedpaw didn't waste any time after Obscuro finished speaking. Well, in her head, that is. Is it worth it, getting a tour? I could go by myself. But she said there might be something magical. Maybe she knows there's something magical somewhere. But will I stay? I could totally go back home if I wanted to... I think. Maybe I'll get a magical name and powers if I stay here. That sounds cool. But I could probably find magic... In the middle of her train of thought, she started mumbling out loud.

"... if I went on my own, too. Maybe I'll find another doll. But this place has a lotta weird people. Guess I'll go with a bodyguard for safety. Not that I need one. Where to, then?"

Witchedpaw raised her voice slightly on the last sentence, waiting for about two seconds before turning towards the coastline, beginning to slowly walk along it.

"What's a border patrol? Sounds kinda self-explanatory, but why is it needed? Do other people like me come to this island? Well, I guess they'd look more like you. Everyone here looks really strange. Does the border patrol have powers, too? Who am I kidding, of course it does... probably. I don't know much about anyone else with powers back home, but I guess they're different than the people here. Does anyone else have a poppet? That would be cool. I'm sure my poppet is luckier, though..."

Witchedpaw continued to spout out all the questions she had, contently trotting along the coastline. She naturally assumed that she was going in the right direction. There's no way I can get lost with my doll on hand.... well... this place doesn't count.

She didn't care much for meeting new people, but she was definitely interested in magical powers, so, for once, she slowed down and didn't wander off, letting Obscuro lead the way. That is, until she probably wandered off again five minutes later.

//if you're up for it, sure!

Witchedpaw had been lying down by the coastline and enjoying the warmth of the sun and the sand for the entire day, occasionally raising her head with an indolent flick of her ears to check if anything interesting was going on. For the entire day, nothing noteworthy had been heard; that is, until she heard the mention of gifts. Although she was reluctant to get up from her spot, she rose to her feet, shaking pale showers of sand from her thick fur before grabbing her beloved doll by the teeth -gently, of course- and trotting over to the stranger. Well, nearly everyone in this place was a stranger to the new member. It seemed like this one was from somewhere else, though. But she wasn't certain of that; the only thing she had really heard was the mention of gifts.

Of course, she had plenty to say right off the spot, although her speech was muffled by the relatively crude poppet in between her jaws: "Woah, gifts? For free? Whaddya got? Is there anything magical in there? I know a lotta people here have magic powers, so maybe you have enchanted gifts. That would be great. My doll's totally magical. Do you have anything like my doll? Or any to- er, charms, yes, in general? Charms are cool. I like 'em. I used to have plenty of 'em but then I lost them on the way here. Hey, do you have magical powers or somethin'? Who am I kidding, of course you do. Do you have spellbooks or somethin', too? Can I have the entire basket?" She paced around slightly as she rambled on, swaying her elegant tail in excitement as she stared at the basket with amber eyes widened in curiosity.

She nodded her head quickly, continuing to speak and apparently not taking the wolfdog's request to heart. "Like, real spellbooks?! They work and everything? I've never found something like that. Where did ya find them? Did ya make 'em? I guess I was right that you had powers. Everyone here does, apparently. But you're not from here... I think. Maybe you didn't make 'em. But ya still probably have powers. Where do people even get these powers? Where did you get the t- ... charms and spellbooks you have? Did somebody you know make 'em? Were they free, too? Or maybe you're giving them away because you already used them. Or maybe not. How many do ya have?"

She went completely silent after her final question, plopping herself down onto the ground and sitting with her tail wrapped around her paws and her doll in her mouth like a dead mouse. Well, from all the filth on it from being soaked in water and dragged across dusty terrain, it probably looked like one, too. Although Witchedpaw was silent, her eyes showed the pent-up eagerness that she was keeping, well, pent up until she really saw what she expected. She could finally start collecting the items she loved the most again, as long as she didn't forget them by the shoreline after a few minutes.