female • warrior • 22 moons • bisexual • orphaned • of kittypet origin • no siblings • no crush/mate • no kits ════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════Pricklepelt is a slender she-cat, her pelt his thin but sticks up at all times along her spine for reasons unknown. She stands at about thirteen inches and weighs about seven pounds, leaving her looking oddly thin in comparison to her height. She has large ears that are slightly rounded at the tips yet still seem to hold a sort of point to them. Her coloring is that of the average brown tabby however, rather than stripes throughout she has some patches that are speckled. Her chest has a large white patch as well as her hind right paw. Her tail has a blackened tip as do her ears leaving her with some unique markings. She his agile due to her leanness but lacks muscle necessary to put up much of a fight. Her tail is of average length but is rather thin like the rest of her body though it crooks at the end due to a previous injury when trapped inside the room she was born in.
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Absentminded • Breezy • Casual • Deter
mined • Obedient • Noncommittal • Sar
castic • Solitary • Unambitious • Tough
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Adaptable • Capable • Charming • Efficient • Cal
m • Fair • Farsighted • Genuine • Gentle • Good-
Natured • Open-minded • Optimistic • Generous
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Abrupt • Aloof • Anxious • Cautious • Err
atic • Fatalistic • Grim • Irrational • Moo
dy • Obsessive • Paranoid • Possessive
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│└──────────┘ Pricklepelt doesn’t remember much of her past, born into a chaotic household, a kittypet of sorts. However, unlike most kittypets she was never shown affection, often ignored or worse… abused. She lived a life of fear in a small, closed off room filled with multiple cats and multiple litters. She never actually knew who her true mothers was, often shifted between litters, she eventually assumed she was orphaned as, for the most part, no other kits were passed around the way she was. She barely remembered the warm scent of milk often overpowered by the scent of urine and feces that littered the floor and before she was six months old she knew the pain of a broken rib and twisted paw, her handlers being extremely aggressive with her. When she was six moons old, life changed. More two legs came and slowly but surely cats began to vanish, never to return again, their fates forever unknown. She managed to twist her way from a two legs grasp and slip out the slightly cracked door. The event was followed by loud shouts that reverberated through her ears painfully, the sun making her grimace, her head pounding in response but she didn’t stop. She didn’t stop until she found herself deep in the desert, disoriented and dehydrated, dragged down by the violent heat wave that had overwhelmed the arizonan desert. She found herself collapsed in the shade of a tree, her sides heaving, maw parted in a heavy pant. It was there that she ran across her first warrior cat, patrolling with a group of three others. Though she had not crossed their borders she was spotted by the patrol and, non aggressively, approached. The leader of this patrol was the well respected Scorchfur. She could hardly lift her head to meet the concerned voices of her rescuers as they struggled to figure out a way to take her to camp. The normally strict Scorchfur found a soft spot in his heart for the weak and dying she-cat. Eventually they lifted her between two cats and carried her off towards the camp. Coyoteclaw greeted them with curiosity and worried and the she-cat was immediately rushed to Softberry’s den where she stayed for several days before her body fully recovered from not only the heat and dehydration but starvation and physical trauma as well. She joined the clan cats for the first day with absolutely no name to give, just simply cat. She was highly cautious of every warrior that approached her, knowing the capabilities that other cats held. However, she was eventually approached by Coyotestar and almost immediately the female dropped her head in utter respect, feeling the power that danced from the she-cats pelt. She was offered a place in the clan and though hesitant the young she-cat agreed. She was later given the name Pricklepaw, Prickle for the way her pelt stands on end constantly, and eventually given the name Pricklepelt. She learned quickly, like any apprentice and was praised for her efforts, receiving her name at 13 moons.