by Small-but_deadly » Sat Nov 02, 2013 11:31 pm
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Kestrel
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Her name is Kestrel, she has no nicknames currently.gender →
This cat is femaleage→
Kestrel is five years oldrank →
Kestrel is the blacksmith at Freedom's Ruins, and adores her rankpersonality→
Kestrel is generally a nice cat to be around. She isn't overly outgoing, but can normally hold a conversation with most cats. Even though she doesn't trust easily she is friendly, she just holds back her secrets and feelings. When it comes to her rank, this tabby is as dedicated as she can be. Everything she makes, she makes to perfection, putting everything she can into it. However, this means she doesn't often see other cats and so doesn't have many close friends. Still, she is incredibly loyal even to those she hasn't known long, and will stand up for herself and companions if threatened.appearance →
Kestrel is a compact she-cat, slightly smaller than the average queen, but her build strong and muscled. Her fur is short but thick, good protection against weather. She is a tabby with dark brown, almost black, marks over tawny brown, and at her legs, her ears, and at the tip of her tail her fur darkens so the marks can barely be seen. Her eyes are an extremely dark brown, so dark that the iris and pupil meld in low light, with the occasional flecks of gold.history →
Kestrel was born to two citizens. Her family expected her to grow up to be like her mother, a gentle and beautiful she-cat, but it was obvious from the start that she took after her father. She grew up small but fast and strong. As she grew older, she got to know one of her fathers friends well. He was the former blacksmith and showed her how he made what he made. Kestrel showed great interest and was allowed to help out. Gradually she became more and more skilled, so that when the former blacksmith passed away she was given the rank. Recently, her sister arrived, very weak, with a kitten who she took on as her ownfamily→
Her mother and father are dead, and she hasn't seen her siblings in a long time.dragon→
Kestrel has a pet dragon, called Flick , that often helps her in the blacksmiths. Flick is a small male dragon with bronze scalesother→
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Sunflower
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This little kittens name is Sunflower, though friends call her Sungender →
This kitten is femaleage→
Sunflower is 8 months oldrank →
Sun is a child, adopted daughter of Kestrelpersonality→
Sun, still a kitten, doesn't have many responsibilities. This means she can spend most of her time just playing and is always relaxed. She is very trusting and loves to make friends, always rather outgoing. It doesn't take much to make her happy and is hard not to like. She will often giggle at basically anything, and loves to play.appearance →
Sunflower is a small and slim kitten, though already showing signs that she will be beautiful when she is older. Her fur is a gentle cream with faint tabby markings, the markings darker at her tail. It is soft and short, becoming white at her chest to give her a pale bib and the tips of her paws are white as well. Her eyes are a light hazel, expressive and flecked with gold.history →
Kestrel is not her real mother, but when Sun was born her mother was very weak and the rest of the . Her mother, actually Kestrels sister, travelled to Kestrel and asked her to take the kitten. Kestrel agreed and took the kitten in, pretending Sun was her own. Since then, Sun has lived with Kestrel as her mother and is very happyfamily→
Her father is unknown and her mother suspected dead. Kestrel, technically her aunt, acts as her mother.dragon→
Sun doesn't have a pet dragon, though she often plays with Kestrelsother→
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Last edited by
Small-but_deadly on Sun Nov 03, 2013 8:08 am, edited 1 time in total.
Have you ever felt that warm glow inside you? The one which makes you feel like you could overflow with happiness and affection for your world. I get that feeling everyday, every hour, I make the best of what I have and see beauty in everything. You look at me or whisper behind my back, calling me strange. Strange may be your word for me, but my word for me is happy. Some may think I am sad and lonely but in my mind I soar free and am full of happiness and calm. You may call me strange or a nerd or a geek but I have a purpose and it is to SOAR.
TO BE FREE AND HAPPY, UNIQUE AND YOUR OWN PERSON IS TO LIVE
I am proud to be this girl
I'm leaving, all my pets are being randomly given to people or to adoption centres