Imagination is key || VOK tryout

[Chimericect]

Username || Chimericect
Tribe || Doots
Level || 3 // Proof
Character you're trying out for || Ice

- Doe
- Young Teenager
- Will be a watcher

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Partners // Collaborated with for personality and history wise, as well as development and fun!

Placebo // trying out for leaf // form link
Knickknacks // trying out for Crow // Form link
Zaika // trying out for Rock // Form link

[Chimericect]

“Come along youngsters, Watch where you step, there are thorns!” Feathers melodic voice warned, although Ice didn’t seem to care much. She stared off into the unknown, looking at the kingdom of towering pines from beneath the evergrowing blades of grass that she, unfortunately, could not see over just yet. Ice was young, probably the youngest of the small rag-tag group that Feather found. If we’re going to be honest, Ice didn’t care much for whatever sob story that the others went through, and she didn’t care for her own, either. She was riddled with scars from who she would claim was an “unknown attacker.” Ice had always known these scars. In fact, she didn’t know there was anything wrong with her until the others pointed it out.

Ice is a young mouse with snow white fur that’s decorated with mottled patches of dark grey. [ X ]Her soft face was split in half, the right side being a pure white, seemingly untouched by any impurity, while the left side had a mask of grey that ran from her pink and black spotted nose down to the top of her head. Ice’s fur is normally riddled with dirt and grime from when she goes off and does her own thing, almost always ending up in her becoming a brown blob of sentient mud. Her right eye is an unaturally light shade of blue, in fact you’d think she held the sky in her eye if you didn’t know better. Her left one, on the other hand, is a reddish color, almost blood like. She is unbothered by her half torn left ear, it appearing to have been ripped off by some unskilled hunter. Her right ear, however, wasn’t as bad to the scale of the other, with a smaller rip as if it were snagged on something and ripped that way. Her face was more pleasant to look at, with only a small scar right above her nose, and another through her left eye. She was lucky it didn’t affect her sight. Smaller cuts could be seen riddled throughout the rest of her fur, amounting to roughly 4 total. The most noticeable scar, however, runs from the right arm all the way up to her shoulder.

The small, scarred doe hadn’t realized she was walking further and further away from the group, imagining herself exploring every inch of the kingdom of pines that they passed, inspecting rocks and bushes. Perhaps she would find something of use to them, or something that would open up a whole new world of possibilities. Her mind expanded on this with every growing second, soon making her own world. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end, especially when she wanders away from the group. In an instant, Ice was dragged back to reality with Feathers alarmed voice yelling “Ice! Come back here!” followed by another “Oh, leaf, please watch where you’re going!”

As Ice scampered back to her family of sorts, she couldn’t help but smile. “Now, just around this corner.” Feather instructed before widening her eyes in horror at the light brown buck, who was probably doing one of his pranks per usual. “Woah, WOAH! LEAF! Leaf? Oh, ok, I see. You thought you’d trick me into thinking you’re eating a rat poop, huh? Well, very funny. Come on, put that down, and let’s get moving.” Feather instructed. Ice couldn’t help it, her small smile turned into a wider grin at her friend. I used to hate you, she thought, watching Leaf act like a dork as usual. She remembered he was the first to bother her when she was forced to join them, only worsening once she received her name.

Ice trotted slightly behind the group, keeping an eye on all of them at once. This was a normal habit of hers, always staying behind and watch the other three. If something were to happen, she’d either be the one to see it to try and stop it, or something would happen to her first. Either way, she wanted to keep them safe. They were the only family she had, after all. So much has changed since the beginning. How odd what a few months can do. Her mind was drawn to before it all, the horrors and torture she endured from another group she once called her family.

Ice always claimed she didn’t know what happened to her, that she’s always had these scars, that she didn’t know where she came from. It was a lie, of course, but the others could prove nothing. They found her close to death, just barely hanging on. Hungry, scared, and slightly aggressive at the sight of other mice. Fortunately for the group, she had little to no strength to fight back, and eventually was brought into their group. She wasn’t named until a few days after her arrival. The young mouse would glare at them, and never spoke. It was believed that she was mute,

I wonder where we’re going, Ice thought, her mind already thinking of all of the amazing possibilities. “I wonder,” she mumbled to herself, keeping a watchful eye on the others. She could see Crow murmuring something under his breath, although she was too far back to hear quite what he was saying. Feather, however, was loud and proud about her response. “Oh Crow, stop complaining! We’re nearly there. Think of all those tasty berries! So sweet juicy… ” She mused. Feather was the peppy caretaker of them all, their mentor and mother of sorts. That’s how Ice saw her, at least. It appeared that today, Feather would be teaching them something new.

[Chimericect]

"No Rock, don’t eat the ones on the ground, they’re all wormy." Feather chided as Rock desperately looked around for berries. They neared a large bush that was riddled with thorns and probably other deadly creatures that Ice wasn't too pleased to see. Is she training us to be food gatherers? I don't want that job. She thought, sighing softly. She was in no place to disobey, though, and she had to admit, she was kind of hungry. After a few minutes of the others screwing around, they finally settled down enough to sit and listen to Feather. "Now. Look up, do you see the blackberries, amongst the thorns? Anyone want to try get one? No? Good, because today you are going to learn how to harvest them without getting thorns in your paws."

Ice glanced up at the fortress of thorns, seeing it as an impenetrable wall of defense that was made to keep out unwanted intruders. She grinned, imagining her scale the wall without fear, jumping over the sea of thorns, grabbing a berry midair and with a graceful twirl, landing unscathed on the other side. The others cheered for her, looking at their fearless friend with respect and pride. "That's my best friend!" Leaf would yell proudly, the other two puffing out with pride.

Unfortunately, reality wasn't so kind. She despised it. "Now look up, do you see the blackberries, amongst the thorns? Anyone want to try get one?" Feather asked, scanning her small crowd for a volunteer. Unfortunately, none responded. 'I'll just make a fool of myself. One of the boys can deal with it.' Ice thought, holding her scarless tail. She felt lucky that of all things, her tail wasn't cut short. She had a habit of grabbing it whenever she felt nervous or that she needed support. In this case, the thought of looking like a fool seemed to make her nervous. She wasn't as brave as she wished she could be. After a moment of silence, Feather smirked slightly.
"No? Good, because today you are going to learn how to harvest them without getting thorns in your paws."

“Ok. See this bark on the ground?” Feather asked, glancing at the surrounding mice only to see that they were barely paying attention. She clapped her hands a few times, although Ice was once again lost in thought. Feather cleared her throat, awaiting a response.

“I do,” Ice whispered, coming out of her daze. Feather grinned proudly. “Good! Now Crow, Ice, each of you grab a piece and place it on this low branch like this, covering the thorns.” Feather instructed. The two young mice did as they were told. “Now push down. Keep pushing, nearly there!”

The two mice successfully managed to complete their task. Feather looked like a proud mother. “Yes! That’s it. Now Rock, Leaf, reach up like this and each of you grab hold of the base of a blackberry with your teeth. Now pull! Keep pulling!” She said. Ice slowly began to lose interest in this, though. She didn’t want to do this, it was much less interesting than what she really wanted to do. She didn’t realize the bark slipping between her paws, once again slipping into her fantasy world. She’s liked it much better there, anyway.

“No! Crow, Ice, Don’t let go of the bark!” Feather warned, but it was too late. Ice had already let go. Feather lost that proud and excited look, Ife ruining the drill as always. It turns out she wasn’t the only one who had screwed up, though. “Now look what you’ve done?! Leaf, good job for letting go of your berry when you felt the branch go up.” Feather hissed. Leaf shot an apologetic grin at feather before she moved on to the next mouse child, rock, who managed to get stuck.

Leaf waved and pulled Ice from her preferred place of residence, giving her a questioning thumbs up. Ice shrugged in return and sighed. “I’m bored and want to stop,” she mouthed, curling her tail around her back paws as she stood. She held it for comfort, it made her feel better. Leaf gave her a small wink, whatever that would mean.

“Rock? Are you ok up there? Hang on, i’ll just push the bark back down…” Feather called frantically, trying to get Rock down from where he had landed. “Hff… Puffhh.. Wow! Rock, you got one!” She seemed surprised, but as proud as before. Maybe it wasn’t quite how she expected it to go, but hey, it was something! “Who wants to have a bite?”

Leaf, as silly as ever, shot Feather a quizzical look, the same look he would always give when asking his rat poop question. Feather picked up on it and sighed. “Leaf! Don’t look at me like that!” she stated, beckoning all four children forward. “These are berries- Not rat poop!”

Ice chuckled, nudging Leaf playfully. She gave Rock a high five and Crow a forced grin, showing her love. Even if she was awkward with it, and she hated them before, she really did love these guys and wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.