Littlechirp
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Username; .galaxy.
age; 43 moons
gender; trans molly [mtf]
sexuality; disaster bi
rank; medicine cat
Desired Rank; peaceful retirement
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History; Born to Lilypounce and Beetlebelly, this lovely gal was raised on kindness and empathy from day one. She was taught to never stick up her nose at a cat simply because the found them odd, and to show a friendly face to anyone who looked her way - who knows, her parents had said, it might be just what someone needed to smile. The early half of her apprenticeship was spent dominating agility-based battle moves and silent movement, while she was shown to struggle a bit with taking down prey larger than a squirrel. Her true talent was recognized early and cultivated by the medicine cat when she spent the better part of a moon in the medicine den after twisting her paw something fierce. Littlechirp was about 10 moons old when she began training as a medicine cat.
Personality; Littlechirp is quite the talkative little fellow! Her name seems to fit almost a little too well, with the small cat running off at the mouth every hour of the day. She's quite the story teller, weaving clever tales of woe and whimsy for any poor schmuck who gets stuck listening - though this skill has paid off in full. Littlechirp, for all her quick-talking nonsense, knows how to spin a situation. She's pretty well-versed in casual manipulation and will use such to keep tensions low and tempers soothed.
Battle isn't the strong suit of this smaller-than-average feline, relying heavily on agility and the precision of blows when claws are involved. This isn't to say that she's a poor fighter, as its quite the contrary; Littlechirp can get horribly nasty if the situation calls for it. She'd just prefer not to, as her true shining moment is seen in situations of healing and democracy; don't get into a debate with Littlechirp, else you'll likely find yourself out of luck with no real understanding of why. She could talk the fur off a fox, given enough time.
Aside from being a chatterbox enough to rival a songbird, Littlechirp loves engaging in interpersonal activities with her clanmates, and is actually quite physically affectionate. It's not uncommon to find her brushing pelts with someone, only to turn around and nuzzle under another's chin. There's no flirtation in her actions(in most cases), just the desire to stay close with her loved ones. She knows well enough to respect boundaries when laid out, but if given the smallest chance she'll curl up alongside someone in their nest until sunrise.
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Crush; open my guys
Mate; none
Kits; none
Kin; Stonestrike [sibling]
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Extras; she's very fond of night hunting and running.
form credit goes to .insanities.
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[b]Palethroat
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Username; .galaxy.
age; 30 moons
gender; trans male [ftm]
sexuality; disaster bi
rank; warrior
Desired Rank; warrior! deputy is a dreamy wish but it's not realistic to him
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History; Palethroat was born one of a pair alongside his brother Sootkit to Goosetuft and a charming loner named Seymour. The siblings were stubbornly stuck at the hip, and found a way to stay beside the other even during their apprenticeships. No one was ever really sure how, but boy they managed. It was together they earned their warrior names, and together they mourned the death of their mother. It was alone that Palethroat mourned the death of his brother when the dark-furred tom met the wrong end of a hawk.
Personality; Palethroat is loud and proud, though leaning more towards proud. He uses his confidence well, stepping up without hesitation to help cats who can't necessarily speak for themselves - he provides a speaker for quieter cats who need to be heard. If Pale thinks something isn't as it should be, he won't prance around the subject, quickly and bluntly getting to the point. Should a situation escalate to violence, Palethroat is quick to pick his side and fight with everything he has - which with his broad build and wide paws, is quite a bit. He sees no point in lying, and hasn't found a situation so far that would force him to. Anything that cannot be solved with honesty or brute force isn't worth his time. But, being so straightforward like that all his life has led to a definite inability to use wordplay or really understand what the hell a cat means when they start purring poetry. Smooth words and similies aren't something he can spin on the fly.
Despite his slightly harsh mannerisms, Palethroat is slow to anger and quick to forgive - given the cat deserves forgiveness. He's heavy in his convictions and won't be easy to bend once he's made his mind up on something. First impressions are lasting impressions. A 'bad' cat will always be 'bad', just as a fox will always be a fox, even if it changes its pelt. This innate distrust extends especially to outsiders. He's still learning to soothe himself around new cats, but eventually they would have his loyalty and devotion, should they prove themselves to him and the clan. It would take a very long time and a lot of gentle coaxing for him to overcome a cold first impression of another cat and change his mind.
In short, Palethroat seems unapproachable but is really a big teddy bear who will fight other cats who talk too much guff.
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Crush; open my guys
Mate; none
Kits; none
Kin; pm me! Who wants a tuff brother?
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Extras; god he's a mess
[b]form credit goes to .insanities.
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