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Name; Chip|Age; 42 Moons|Gender; Female
Clan; None|Rank; Outsider (Formerly Kittypet) |Sexuality; Bisexual
Crush; Open |Mate; None|Kin; Unknown, she doesn't remember them
Personality; When around others she's often seen as playful, flirty and overall kind to others despite her honesty sometimes coming out as blunt. She's also known to be quite motherly and protective of younger strays she meets, often offering them what she caught if they're hungry. When alone however, she often seems unfocused and stuck in her thoughts, a dull expression almost always on her face. Despite being usually honest, expressing her struggles has always been something difficult for her to do especially now as everyone else is also struggling, so why should she throw her troubles onto them as well? Some may see her as foolish for holding onto hope her twolegs will come but in actuality she's simply quite stubborn towards the cats who suggest getting over it and is quick to turn a blind eye to any reasoning they give her.
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Chip has wavy short-furred brown fur that darkens around her face and limbs, her large eyes are a pale yellow and she has a slender build. She has quite large, tall ears and a burn scar starting at her right shoulder and ending at her cheek. She also has a green plaid break away collar with a bow on the front that she has yet to take off. Her owner named her chip which is short for chocolate chip though some have also mentioned wavy potato chips dipped in chocolate in reference to her curly fur. Chip hadn't had a very eventful life, she's lived with her two housefolk for as long as she could remember and had no recollection of her mother which, while she sometimes feels curious about her whereabouts, it never seemed to bother her much. She has quite the odd habit of bringing home pretty rocks, some smooth and some jagged, along with colorful leaves when they cover the forest floor during leaf-fall. She had often kept them dug in the ground or hidden since her twolegs, much to her dismay, would of got rid of them whenever she brought them into the house. When talking to the other kittypets, it hadn't been uncommon for them to see her running her paw across one of her smooth rocks as she simply enjoys the feeling which sometimes makes others perceive her as a bit odd. The fire started when she was roaming outside and she rushed to find her housefolk but the fire had already begun to claim her house and without a thought, she rushed in. She searched as much as she possible could, unfortunately, the smoke was messing with her senses and she heard a scream of pain, she recognized it as her own voice but didn't know why until she registered an aching pain on her shoulder that crawled up her neck. She had been hit by burning debris and her fur was burning, she knew she couldn't keep going and rushed out before rolling on the ground to stop the fire, unfortunately it left a nasty scar starting from her right shoulder and up her neck stopping at her cheek. After the fire, she searched for her twolegs once more but in the end never found out whether they escaped and simply left her behind or their lives had also been claimed by the fire. For now, she lives amongst the remains of her old home, a part of her hoping her housefolk will come running back to find her as they were the only family she had. She's collected a multitude of rocks and leaves over the years, which reside in a fairly large pile besides the spot she uses as a nest of sorts. When near her house, she often talks as if her twolegs are there with her and conversating with her afraid that if she doesn't, they'll completely fade away from her mind like her mother had.
Relationships wrote:
Positive(+)|Neutral(=)|Negative(-)
Relationships tba
i'd like for her to be a potential prophecy cat
ngl giving her a scar so i can attempt drawing wounds since I'm planning on drawing my cats
