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    Malcova was not a particularly talkative kitten, content to listen to her siblings' ramblings rather than actually voice out her own thoughts. She knew that her sisters didn't mind that she was quiet and were just happy to just spend time with her while they played; however, she knew that some of the other Bloodclan kittens found it difficult to play with someone who wasn't always as active as they were. It usually wasn't something that bothered her—not having friends, that is—but as they got older Cova was starting to realize exactly how alone she was, how separated from the other kittens in Bloodclan that she was. To be fair, she hadn't really had the chance to meet the majority of kittens here but... the ones she had met had never showed any interest in her reserved behavior. Mama had always said it wasn't because of her, that she would find someone to befriend eventually but she was finding that the only ones who really cared for her friendship were her sisters.


    Glancing out into the vastness of the church, Cova kept her bitterness to herself as she watched a few of the kittens bounding and playing together. She wasn't jealous, she told herself, she was simply annoyed with how loud they were being—couldn't they play any quieter so that she didn't have to hear them? Better yet, she thinks, couldn't they all just disappear so that she didn't have to think about them. Huffing quietly the kitten moved from her hiding spot under one of the pews, wandering down the isle as she watched some of the adults going about their days. Perhaps it was just because she was a kit and it's what kits were supposed to do, but she wished she was old enough to be able to interact with them. Sometimes when she looked at them, she found she had more in common with some of the adults than she did with others her own age; although, maybe that's what everyone thought when they looked up to a certain group. Cova, however, was almost certain that she couldn't find friends among the kittens because she just didn't belong with them.


    It wasn't fair, she thought. Maybe if she was older the others wouldn't think her so weird, would want to play with her, would want to be her friends. But she was stuck here, no one besides her sisters and mama that wanted to play with her.


    It wasn't fair.


    It wasn't fair.


    There was nothing wrong with her, right?

    She was still incredibly young, incapable of doing a lot of the tasks that even the Tyros could accomplish; however, that did not mean she wasn't willing to try. She was bored, to say the least. The confines of the church were slowly starting to get to her—as was the case with most kittens—and she was loathing the two months she still had before she could go out and do something, anything, more than staying here and going mad. Having something to do around camp, menial or not, would be better than watching the other kits play fight the same battle over and over again. "Can I have one, too?"

    Snapping her head in the direction of the voice, Cova felt herself freeze as though she had been caught doing something that she wasn't supposed to be doing. There was no reason for the guilt that settled into her chest as she hadn't really been doing anything wrong, but it still felt as though the tom had caught her in the act. She stayed quiet as he introduced himself, eyes staying focused on his face as she kept quiet. "I know who you are," she answered, "You're one of the new Tyros." They had also been kittens together, she thinks, but he was much older than her and knows that their paths likely would not have crossed. "My name is Malcova, but my sisters call me Cova." She introduced, amber eyes filtering away from the black cat as they wandered back towards the playing kittens. "I am having fun... by myself." Even she knew it wasn't very convincing, but it felt easier to say that aloud than to admit that she was bored and frustrated. Setting her jaw the she-cat looked over to the tom, "What about you? Aren't you having fun on your own?" Her tone wasn't accusatory per se, but she does know that the frustration and anger was filtering through her words at having been caught so openly by someone she had never spoken with before.

    She chose the middle of the afternoon to do it. After all, she concluded, it was the time of day where most of the Rippers, Trappers, and Guards were either excessively busy or taking the time to rest before their nighttime shifts. Malcova was nothing if not observant, this was something she had planned for days to ensure that she wouldn't be caught by the older members or her own mother; she had watched them, and wandered around the church countless times to check for any holes in the walls, had calculated exactly what she had to do. She has heard horror stories of other kittens who have managed to sneak off into the territory and were later been found dead, although Cova knows that that is not going to happen to her. She knows it. Perhaps a little manipulative—but the questions she had asked her mama about the land surrounding the church were not just out of curiosity, but out of a desire to know what areas would be too dangerous to venture and where it would be safe enough to explore. This wasn't going to fail and she was not going to get hurt, she had done enough preparations for her mini adventure to be completely confident in what she was getting herself into; it was not simply a matter of it not going wrong, but of Cova refusing to let it go wrong.


    The night before had been painstaking, but not as bad as that early morning had been as she patiently awaited the time everyone would be too busy to notice her slip through the entrance. Ignoring the curious glances of her peers, she began slowly creeping against the edge of the wall as silently as she could. She had to move fast as being too cautious at this part of the escape plan would seem far too suspicious, she needed to look as though she was doing nothing more than finding a place to play or nap. The anxiety coursing through her body was only numbed by the adrenaline as she finally found herself standing outside the church, amber eyes glancing backwards she began trotting towards the cemetery.

    I'm going to track this for right now! I'm not too sure how Cova and Juno would interact ( so it's not too bad, but I'm still figuring her out ), I know she does appreciate him talking to her so she doesn't dislike him. Maybe they could be something like friends? He's a little older but I feel like that's how Cova's friend group is probably going to run.

    Cova had never really been one for stories, at least, not the ones the other kittens always seemed enamored with. That did not mean she didn't like to listen but that she had a weird... taste, for the stories that she enjoyed hearing. Onyxia was one of the only cats that she found wouldn't overly dramatize a story for their benefit, whether she wanted her children to be prepared for the real world or because she knew her kittens were smarter than to fall for false stories. In the end it didn't matter as Cova was rarely around adults who readily wanted to interact with her... well, no, she thinks, that isn't quite true. She was rarely around adults who would sit them down and tell them stories of their adventures or the adventures of past heroes or villains; thus, upon hearing the call of one of the Trappers, Mal couldn't say she was disinterested in what they had to say. She tried to stay put and finish the nap she had been trying to take but, in the end, it was her curiosity that had forced her up onto her feet towards the older tabby. Prodding closer, Mal felt her nose twitch as she settled a few feet away—eyes narrowing as she looked at Ryland ( that was his name, right? ).


    "What kind of stories?"

    GENERAL

    Malcova / mal-cova / Mal, Cova, Cobra / DFAB; Cisgender she/her/hers

    ⋆ Four Months Old / Onyxia x Sirius ( NPC ) / Three Siblings / Generation 5

    Sexuality Romanticism / —(?)gamous / ½ (ships) / Single / Far too young

    ⋆ TRAD: Bloodclan / Member ; Kit / The Reserved™ / Born and raised in BC

    ⋆ True Neutral / INTJ-A & The Architect / Slytherin & Raven / The Investigator


    APPEARANCE & REFERENCE

    Domestic Feline. | She weighs around 4-5 pounds, average for a Maine Coon kitten.

    ⋆ Quite large, but far too young to properly describe as she is still sporting her baby fat.

    ⋆ Her eyes are a bright amber color and her vision is fairly sensitive, classified at 20/20.

    ⋆ Long-haired brown tabby, her fur is incredibly thick and can semi-difficult to maintain.

    ⋆ Her ears are comically large as of right now, it is certain that she will grow into them.

    ⋆ As with her ears, Cova's paws seem too big for her body. Each paw has six toes each.


    HEALTH

    ⋆ She's fairly healthy, as of right now she's never had to deal with any major illnesses.

    ⋆ While not currently obvious, there are sighs that she likely has a personality disorder.

    ⋆ Currently healing from a minor jaw dislocation ( estimated healing time: 4-6 weeks ).


    PERSONALITY

    ⋆ Intelligent, Patient, Responsible, Protective, Meticulous, Prudent, Perceptive, Independent, Mature.

    ⋆ Insensitive, Manipulative, Quiet, Controlling, Distant, Egotistical, Possessive, Dishonest, Mechanical.

    ⋆ Quietly Egotistical, Malcova knows that she is better than others and does not need to say it aloud.

    ⋆ Melancholic | Tends to keep to herself, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know what's happening.

    ⋆ She comes off as very shy, however, she has no issue talking to others it's simply the desire to do so.

    ⋆ Difficult to befriend, difficult to trust, Cova has ever shown friendship to her mother and her sisters.

    ⋆ Dislikes being touched, but won't really react to the action; is more likely to just pull away instead.


    SKILL

    ⋆ strength: 1 / perception: 7 / endurance: 1 / charisma: 0 / intelligence: 8 / agility: 1 / luck: 2

    ⋆ Skills are varied due to her age, as she grows they will level out and be more stable across.

    ⋆ Combat will be determined later on, she currently takes increased damage do to age and size.

    ⋆ Attack or interact in #A77193 / For immediate responses Malcova ; or please use VOIDWOKEN

    ⋆ Non-violent actions may be power-played / reactions will vary with action and/or the person.

    Great-Grandfather: Sheogorath

    Great-Grandmother: Cougarstar


    Grandfather: Felix ( NPC )

    Grandmother: Hollynose


    Father: Sirius ( NPC )

    Mother: Onyxia


    Siblings: Citrine, Spinel


    Uncles: Nathanos

    Aunts: N / A


    Great-Uncles: Diesel, Holn, Chucky

    Great-Aunts: Creature, Crow, Fernonia, Komodofire

    Great-Auncles: Ghost


    Cousins: Swallowpaw, Talonpaw, Dholepaw, Honeypaw, Wisteriapaw, Asher, Venice, Fawnpaw, Sunpaw


    Second-Cousins: Casper, Ligeia, Juno, Halcyon, Victoria, Jamison, Juniper, Gaia, Kieron, Lenora, Azihishchenkov


    Uncategorized: Taboa, Jailbird, Caledon, Wildseas, Luna, and all others in relation to Sheogorath and Cougarstar.

    POSITIVE TRAITS


    Intelligent ⸺ This is one of Mal's most important traits, the one that makes up the majority of her character. She has always been exceedingly bright for her age, and will continue to be so throughout the rest of her lifetime; however, this intelligence has always sort of limited her passion about the world around her. Spending most of her time bored and frustrated, Mal craves stimuli more and more each day and it is starting to manifest itself into anger. There is not a lot that is expected of kittens and the day-to-day experience of doing nothing but playing is slowly—but surely—driving her mad and causing an influx of negative behavior / standoffish behavior. While quick to learn and excel, she is far quicker to give up if she finds that she is not succeeding at something upon immediate trial of the activity as she sees no reason for her to continue doing it. She enjoys trying new things but is not very good at keeping at something the way others may be, she may grow out of this behavior but it is most likely that she will not.

    ↳ Aggressive tendencies / Being violent towards her peers.

    ↳ Destructive behavior, causing damage to possessions.

    ↳ Verbal insults or an argumentative attitude.


    Perceptive ⸺ There is very little that can be hidden from Mal. Connected directly with her intelligence caused boredom, she is always watching the area around her and, as such, it is very difficult to keep secrets from her; this is especially true when she is actually interested in what someone is doing. Often times the first person to notice when something isn't quite right, she's eager to stick her nose into places that it really doesn't belong and it's even harder to push her away once she's decided that something is worth looking into. She always knows what to look for in people, in the environment, in other aspects of the world in order to gain as much information as she can.


    Patient / Prudent ( see Controlling ) ⸺ It's easy to call Mal a strategist, someone capable of spending great amounts of time waiting and plotting to ensure that everything goes her way. She has not, and never will be, someone who can simply run in guns blazing and hope for the best—no, she needs to make sure that everything that happens, happens on her terms. There are few times that she will go into a situation without knowing everything that is going on around her, without knowing exactly what is going to happen and how it is going to happen; there's an air of chess to her thought process, making moves on a board so that everything will fall directly into place. Now she is not capable of looking into the future, but she is capable of making good assessments based on the amount of information she has on any given situation.


    Meticulous ⸺ Taking great care in everything she does, Malcova is known for striving for perfection even if that perfection is something that can only be achieved in her mind. There is little room for mistakes in her world, and she can get quite upset if she messes something up that she believes should have been done differently, better, or more accurately than the way she accomplished it. This attribute takes penance in every one of her traits, an almost overlaying ideology wherein everything must be handled with care and, ultimately, must be perfected to be of any use to Mal. Needless to say, she is incredibly organized and isn't susceptible to being fooled do to negligence on her parts.


    Independent / Mature ⸺ She has always been a little bit of a loner, preferring to do those on her own and to accomplish tasks without the help of others. This, however, does not mean that she casts out all social interaction as being useful but more... she doesn't want them involved in something if she can gain from it. If that makes any sense. Disliking being alone for extended periods of time, she feels the need to gravitate towards people but finds herself usually standing on the outside of the group doing other activities on her own. An extroverted introvert, sort of. She's always been more "grown-up" than her peers and finds it difficult to relate to them, but dislikes that they can't relate to her either.


    Protective ( see Possessive ) ⸺ There are few incidences wherein Cova will stand up for herself, often refusing to engage with people who insult / try to put her down. Those close to her such as her sisters or her mother are a different story completely. They are the few of whom Cova cares for greatly, and can become violent if she feels they are being looked down upon or disrespected in any way - it is almost certainty one of the few things that can make her actively emotional. Her immediate nuclear family ( excluding extended family ) are very important to her and she will do anything to make sure that nothing happens to them.



    NEUTRAL TRAITS


    Quiet ⸺ It is not surprising that someone who simply enjoys watching others wouldn't talk much themselves. Mal is not someone who dislikes being around others, as stated above, but she is someone who does not participate much in conversations. She has always been a great listener and finds more fulfillment when allowing others to fill the silence, she's an analyst and prefers to decipher the words of others—she's not completely silent, but is someone more inclined to nod along with what you are saying. Most of her thoughts are kept to herself, she isn't big on sharing the inner workings of her mind.



    NEGATIVE TRAITS


    Egotistical / Arrogant / Vain ⸺ She has a heightened sense of self worth and typically sees herself as above everyone around her. Now, it is not something she will ever actively voice but something she just sort of expects everyone to know. Everything that she does she feels she does better than others, whether that be hunting, strategizing, or even comparing one's appearance to her own and how she cares for herself. It is likely she learned this from her mother as it is a trait they have in common, but it almost seems that Malcova's is at a completely different level and she needs to keep herself above others. She gets along very well with people with a similar view of themselves, surprisingly, as long as they're not openly expressing the idea of being better than her as she will rarely do the same to them—perhaps it's because she looks for people similar to her, and those with inflated egos are usually ones who share similar traits altogether with her.


    Jealous ⸺ With her egotistical attitude it's not difficult to explain that she is someone who becomes easily jealous, especially if she feels that someone is doing something better than she is. This is something she feels quite often and is what usually drives her into a bad mood or an unbearable attitude, especially towards the individual that she is jealous of. She doesn't like to feel lesser and has always prided herself on being better, so the idea of someone doing something and doing it better / getting the praise for doing it is just... very unpleasant for her.


    Insensitive ⸺ Needless to say Cova is not good with sparing the feelings of others, often forgoing empathy for the belief that being overly sensitive is detrimental to one's character. She's someone who pursues logic above all else, she hardly understands her own feelings and can't even begin to express understanding for others. She won't ( usually ) go out of her way to hurt someone's feelings, but she rarely feels guilt if it is something that happens when she is interacting with someone. She isn't seeking to be cruel, but acting on a way that she feels is more likely to get things done faster.


    Manipulative / Dishonest ( see Controlling ) ⸺ Desperate for control, Cova has acquired a trait wherein she likes to force people into thinking or doing something in a certain way. Pushing people to do or think something is... complex territory for Cova, as she is still quite young. Although, as she grows older, it will become a skill that she will hone and use to her own benefit to get the things that she wants.


    Controlling ⸺ A combination of traits, really, has led Cova to have a controlling nature over herself, the environment, and those that she considers close to her. In her desire to know everything that is happening she has a habit of trying to force things into her ways, needing to be in absolute control of everything at all times. While this trait is not obvious at her current age it will become something that hinders her later on. OF course there are current signs, especially with who she wishes to be friends with / who she wants her siblings to be friends with. She needs to know that everything is going her way, that everything is exactly where it needs to be in her world. Leading back into her egotistical / narcissistic tendencies everything needs to be her way or—in some fashion—about her.


    Possessive ⸺ As stated above Cova is extremely protective of her family, although it can become a little... possessive, at times. She has recently found that she does not like the idea of her siblings having friends that are not her; along with that, she greatly dislikes the idea of her mother having anymore children. She feels as though their lives should revolve around her, and she doesn't want them to have lives outside of the small family niche they have created for themselves. Later on, however, as she gains more friends / allies this attitude will somewhat extend to them. She doesn't like to feel like something is going to be taken from her, or that something is not under her complete control and anything that may challenge that is dangerous. These people, her family and friends, belong to her in a sense and she refuses to share if she doesn't need to.


    Mechanical ⸺ Even as a child it is clear that something... isn't quite right with Cova. She is a very robotic child and very mechanical in her actions and behaviors—she is not emotionless, but more subdued in her emotions. Perhaps it is simply because of where she was born, or the genes in which she carries but this trait is not something that can be left alone. While not predominate now, it is something that will become stronger the more the kitten can gain control of her thoughts and feelings and stop allowing herself to get terribly worked up over nonsensical things.



    COMPLETE LIST OF TRAITS


    Intelligent, Possessive, Mechanical, Controlling, Independent, Perceptive, Patient, Prudent, Protective, Dishonest, Manipulative, Insensitive, Vain, Arrogant, Egotistical, Jealous, Quiet, Mature-ish, Meticulous, Rude, Hypocritical, Realistic.


    Malcova is... well she's a really, really, really bored BloodClan kitten. She is a pretty quiet girl and doesn't really talk a lot, but she's gotten to the point where she's angry that she can't make any friends. I was hoping to get some outside plots going because I do plan for her to move around later in life, but I would like for her to have some connection to the places that she wants to go. I can't explain a whole lot of her character because it's kind of difficult, she's a mix of an intelligent idiot and a narcissistic asshole; however, most of her information can be found in her tags ( here ) if you need anymore information on her. :)


    I'm open to almost everything except for death, major injury, or anything of that like. I would rather wait on any possible love plots, just because I'm not fully confident in what her sexuality is just as much as she isn't; however, I wouldn't be opposed to something small that develops over time. Although, she isn't going to turn out to be the best of people so just... keep that little snippet in mind when plotting with her. Outside of that, though, she's really up in the air!


    Frustration was the first thing that filtered through her mind, followed closely by a mix of exasperation and anger. Cova hadn't held up much hope for an interesting task, but she had hoped to do something more along her style—something that didn't involve interacting with the other kittens, something useful. Varanese—of whom Cova did not know—had been given almost the exact same task as her with the expectation of succeeding, whereas she had been given an almost watered version of that. The young feline is not stupid, she can be more useful than talking to the same stupid kittens over, and over, and over again until her brain went numb. Cleaning, she thinks, would have been a better task... anything would have been better, honestly. Letting out a huff, the kitten pushed back towards her mother's den in an effort to disappear.


    "No thanks, I'll find something else to do."

    "Yes it is." Was the kitten's response, bright eyes glancing over to Gaia as she threw herself over the older tom. Quickly dismissing the polite smile-greeting, Cova returned her eyes to stare down Ryland. She didn't know much about him, outside of him having been around for... almost as long as she could remember. Mama had told her about those who had joined, and she knew that he hadn't been here for too long, but that he was no stranger to her homelands and now considered them his own. Lying would be difficult in her position as she did care to hear about the world outside of the church, but the world of a sheltered cat was not something that interested her; however, she was curious as to why he was forced to run away from his former home. There are others here who had to do the same, mama told her so, and their stories were always filled with blood and violence but... Ryland's was unlikely to be the same as theirs. Swallowing her pride, Cova settled herself down onto her haunches and awaited for the other to begin—she wasn't sure if Gaia would be stay through the story but the fleeting hope was crushed as she remembered the kitten's fondness for their elder. "Tell it then."


    I would be down for an interaction thread! They're both a little emotion-stupid & egotistical so they might actually get on really well, Cova's having difficulty finding friends her own age so it might help her a little bit to open up or be a little more social. I would 100% love an interaction thread fjoejfwgr

    The thing about observation and assumption was that where would always, always be outliers. Individuals who—on a whim—decided to deviate from the set schedule that they had followed religiously for days, whether conscious of it or not. And Malcova should have known this, she should have known it. She had spent so much time preparing for this adventure that she had forgotten to plan for an alternate outcome. It wasn't fair, all that work for naught. Although she could not deny that she was angry at the two for catching her, the majority of her rage rested upon her herself for having allowed this to happen in the first place. The expectations she had of herself were unbearably high and failing to meet them was simply... all consuming. Anger had always been an emotion she could not handle well, an emotion that manifested itself into something visible—the slight shaking of her legs an obvious tell into her inner thoughts. It was not always this bad, but she had failed herself and it was such an imposing thought.


    Disappointment. Anger.


    Breathing in, she attempted to steel herself into something more controlled as two sets of heterochromic eyes pierced through her. "Yes, we are." A small huff of air slipping through parted lips, "And it's not any of your business, now is it?" Think, think, think. "Skipping responsibilities is usually looked down upon, wouldn't it be a shame if someone knew you had found me here instead of attending to the needs of the clan? I don't think they'd be happy that you weren't pulling your weight" It was not her best attempt, but the anxiety of being caught was coursing through her veins—pumping side by side with adrenaline. Punishment was not a viable end, Mal may have failed once but she was determined not to do it again.


    "I'm not stupid, I know where I shouldn't be." She snapped, ears flickering as she glowered up at the tuxedo. Yet she had failed before, hadn't she? What more of this plan was going to go belly up, what more would defile the hard work she had initially put into this plan. There were a lot of decisions she had had to make on assumption, and look where that had gotten her—would she get hurt? No, she argued, she made a miscalculation once but that doesn't mean everything would have fallen apart. "Just because you're incapable, does not mean the rest of us are."

    There was very little in this world that Cova had to fear. While perceptive, she was still fairly naive to the brutality of the world around her—she heard stories from her mother, caught passing glimpses of violence, but nothing that followed her into sleep. Nightmares ( when they did occur ) were forgotten almost instantly upon waking and any fear that remained was soothed away by the voice of Onyxia. For as much bravado as the kitten put forth, she was still fairly inexperienced in how the real world worked and what it meant to be truly, painfully afraid of something. Of someone.


    "Mama..?" She whispered, bleary eyes blinking open at the hushed sound of voices. The church around her was pitch black and, for a moment, Cova was confused as to what exactly had woken her from her sleep; however, the familiar rambling of Twitchy echoing quietly through the hall had the child stumbling upwards. There was no reason for anyone to be awake at this hour, which meant that Mal needed to know what was happening. What was so important that had someone fumbling around at this time of night. Allowing her eyes to adjust, the tabby could make out two shapes in the darkness—a hunched form that she instantly associated with Twitchy, and a blurry lump of white fur. Patient she was, however, the exhaustion pushed the kitten forward instead of slinking back to listen in on the conversation from a distant. Her brain was muddied would be her later excuse for the impulsive decision, but she was still half-asleep as she slid in beside the older tom. "S'going on?"

    [ Ahh!! Welcome to BC ! I'm Asyli :) ]


    There had rarely been a time—if ever—that Malcova had the pleasure of witnessing a joiner wander so close to the church without instantly being descended upon. Although she had not been privy to many joinings in the first place, her young age often kept her confined to the church and its surrounding grounds; having the ability to greet a stranger in the city or along the border was simply... unobtainable at the moment. She couldn't say she wanted to be the one to greet strangers, but it was always interesting to meet the new faces that slithered into their ranks. Denial had always been Cova's friend, and deny the fact that these wanderers drew her curiosity was at the top of her list. So if anyone asked, she had been sitting here before the stranger and arrived.


    The kitten stayed silent, watching the interaction closely from her hiding spot under one of the church's pews. It was odd watching Nathanos speak to the stranger, watching him act a certain way to gain authority—authority that almost seemed debauched ( sick, distorted, wrong, stolen ) after Creature's disappearance. Sniffing the air gently, the kitten turned her head towards the rafters as Twitchy appeared on the scene. He was almost like a ghost sometimes, simply appearing out of thin air as though he had been there all along. Which, she thinks, was almost laughable. Moving forward the tabby settled at the top of the church's stairs, amber eyes glowering down at the three as she used the few inches of height granted from her position. For the first time in a long time she was at a loss for words, unable to figure out what it is she wanted to say to this unnamed—Selena, she corrected—loner.


    "It doesn't look like you were doing a very good job of it."


    Nailed it.