Posts by FREAK !

Doll was... excited. new faces, new sights. Padding forwards, the well-groomed kitten would straighten her checkered bandana as she sat, before simply announcing. "I'm Voodoo-doll. But I prefer to go by Doll." and then would dully add "And I was born a kitty-pet.

"FEELINGS ARE FATAL" & medium difficulty, attack in bold and @ account

I THOUGHT I SAW THE DEVIL THIS MORNING

        ^GENERAL:

        ^{✯ Citrine}

        ^{✯ goes by Citrus, alias is Nectar when not in Bloodclan}

        ^{✯ 12 months → ages real time on the 14th}

        ^{✯ born may 14th 2018}

^{✯ cisgender female}

^{✯ prefers feminine pronouns → she, her}

^{✯ traditional bloodclan → member, queen}

^{✯ titles}

^{IMPORTANT INFORMATION:}

        ^{✯ Citrus was basically raised in a cult - it was a patriarchy, with females having almost no rights. They were basically trained to be cannon fodder and breeding machines for the rest of the group. They learned to fight, but were kept underfed and smaller so that they were weaker and easily controlled. Citrus and her sister tried to run away, resulting in them being attacked and raped, thus leading to her current state of pregnancy. Bittersweet did not survive, while Citrine managed to make it to bloodclan.}

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        ^PHYSICALITY:

^{✯ BODY | TYPE | HEALTH: 100%}

^description

^{—— minor injuries:}

^{—— major injuries:}

^{✯ ACCESSORIES:}

^{✯ SCENT: citrus fruit, freshly cut grass, cinnamon}

^{✯ AESTHETICS:} 

        ^PERSONALITY:

^description

^{—— significant traits:}

        ^RELATIONS:

        ^{✯ NPC x NPC}

        ^{✯ Bittersweet (f, rogue) Olivine (m, rogue)}

        ^{✯ pregnant with 3 unknown kits}

        ^{✯ no friends}

        ^{✯ enemies with none (other than some NPC's)}

        ^{✯ no crushes}

        ^{✯ asexual homoromantic}

        ^{✯ makes platonic relationships pretty easily, but is extremely wary of males due to her past}

        ^{✯ hard to form romantic relationships with, as she tends to distance herself and deny any thoughts of romance when getting close to someone.}

        ^{FUTURE PLOTS:}

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        ^{INTERACTIONS:}

        ^{✯ might attack without reason}

        ^{✯ will start fights}

        ^{✯ will end fights}

        ^{✯ might run away}

        ^{✯ feel free to powerplay friendly actions}

        ^{✯ open to ( capture, minor injury )}

        ^{✯ ask before ( maim, major injury )}

        ^{✯ bold name in #228B22 and @ account}

LOOKING IN THE MIRROR, DROP OF RUM ON MY TONGUE

Citrus was exhausted. The scrawny young Molly heaved herself through the scent line, haunted green eyes glancing behind her every few steps. She didn't know if things had changed, but shed once heard stories that bloodclan would let a cat in need join if they swore loyalty and carried their weight - that they'd possibly protect her. And right now, a bunch of violent rouges and scary cats seemed as good an escape as any. "Hello? while yelling probably wasn't the smartest. Just in case she hadn't lost them, it was still better than wandering endlessly. Maybe someone would hear her.

"FEELINGS ARE FATAL" & medium difficulty, attack in bold and @ account

Her relief was instant - "Oh good, s-so I found the right place after all" her breathing still labored, the much to small female would perk up considerably. "I wanted to see if I could join - I heard once that if you swear loyalty and pull your weight you can join? Right? I swear ill her voice trailed off as suddenly a large tom would stroll over, and her fur would fluff up, eyes involuntarily widening in fear. Sure, she'd figured there would be toms - it wasn't like this was some anarchist feminist group or whatever... But all her instincts still screamed at her to run, to flee, or to cower down and accept her fate. "so uh.. Can I join?" even softer now, barely a whisper, eyes never leaving the perceived threat.

"FEELINGS ARE FATAL" & medium difficulty, attack in bold and @ account

Trying not to tremble (after all, showing fear made you a target) Citrus worriedly watched wildseas, listening to his words. "Blood oath? What's that? " shed ask quietly - the term was unfamilair to the rather sheltered she-cat... or rather, 'the uneducated she-cat' would probably be a better description.

"FEELINGS ARE FATAL" & medium difficulty, attack in bold and @ account

Citrus just.... sat on the sidelines. The frail molly didnt feel like she fit in yet, so she felt like she was intruding.

"FEELINGS ARE FATAL" & medium difficulty, attack in bold and @ account

Flinching as if she had been hit, Citrine had the exact expreasion of a deer in the headlights.... just before getting hit. Wary green eyes stared, and mouth qas agape, before she'd stammer out a response. "u-um... sure " she knew somewhrre in her mind that she wasnt there , that they weren't going to hurt her... but old habits die hard.

"FEELINGS ARE FATAL" & medium difficulty, attack in bold and @ account

Citrine was tired - the bags under her green eyes attested to that. the half-white, half-ginger molly had been avidly avoiding her new 'clanmates' - she held up her end of the bargain she'd made when joining, hunting everyday and giving up more than she kept, but she did not yet feel comfortable around these strangers. She was a girl on the run - always looking over her shoulder. And old habits died hard - she could not understand that they truly thought genders were equal here...

Shaking her head, she'd focus once more on the task at hand - currently, the young she-cat was wandering through a twoleg garden, searching for herbs to help her with her troubles. Poppy seeds, ragwort, chamomile, borage. Sleep, strength, sooth, stomach. She knew what they smelt like - she'd eaten them before - but the memories of what they looked like were quite fuzzy. Sniffing around, the girl almost did not notice she wasn't alone.

Firestain

"Living up to gender roles, and having absent minds"

& medium difficulty, attack in bold and @ account