Swim in the sea, and they'll still think you're drowning.
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Vitals
Calling : Ravensong
Past Callings : Ravenkit, Ravenpaw
Sex : He
Dotage : 30 moons
Breed : Domestic Shorthair
Clan : Rippleclan
Rank : Warrior
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Presentation
Pelage : Sleek ebony
Optics : Pale green
Build : Slender, well muscled
Volume : 10 lbs, 13 in
Fragrance : Chamomile
Vocalization : Smooth, quiet, soothing
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Kin
Dame : Kestrelcall
Sire : Bramblethorn
Littermates :
Mate :
Offspring :
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Assessment
strength : ••••◦
speed : ••••◦
stamina : ••◦◦◦
aggression : ◦◦◦◦◦
intellect : ••••◦
instincts : ••••◦
agility : ••◦◦◦
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History
The kit lifts his sleepy cranium, optics still shut tightly. A small mew sounds from his now open-maw, and immediately, a rapid tongue draws over his head, and his tiny auditories. The unfamiliar scent wafts through his nostrils, as he reaches his tiny mitts out for milk. "He's reaching for milk!" Came a desperate voice. "He needs his mother." The same meow again. "You are his mother now, comfort him!" A stronger, more stable voice. "I'm not his mother, I need the milk for my kits!" The first voice argued. The kit cried louder, reaching out with his tiny paws, latching his frail claws onto the nearest fur. The black kit felt his scruff being stretched and his body swayed over empty air, as he pitifully swung his mitts everywhere. Feeling soft foliage again, he quieted his cries for a moment. "Don't fret. You are the entire ocean, my son. They will see soon enough." Came the second voice, soothing the frightened kit.
It was the last time Ravenkit heard that voice. The following morning, his father drowned. It was surprise that Ravensong made it to his apprentice ceremony, and then, more of a shock that he became a strong warrior.
It's 2am. forgive my mistakes. this will be the last cat I sign up.