NAME: Basil, but she prefers Amanita unless she actually trusts you.
AGE: 34 Moons
GENDER: Cis Female
SEXUALITY: Pansexual, Demiromantic
APPEARANCE: Basil is a beautiful, primarily gray she-cat with a pronounced white chest and white paws, with gray cheetah-spots covering everywhere but her chest. She lacks a tail, however.
RANK: Rogue
PERSONALITY: Some people seem to think Basil is weird. She is, don't get her wrong, but in her head, everything she has ever done just makes perfect sense. She adores mushrooms and herbs, and only pesters patrols along clan borders to try and talk to their medicine cats. All she cares about is her pursuit of knowledge, and she'll do just about anything to get it. If someone is being very generous, she could be called determined, but what it really is is a single-minded determination to get exactly what she wants. Why wouldn't the world give her what she wants, anyway? She's been through the wringer and came out even more prepared to tear any pelts in her way. She's willing to betray, undermine, and sabotage any group she gets accepted into for her one and only goal: Learn of every herb, mushroom, and berry and root in the world. Starting with Fernclan's knowledge.
HISTORY: Basil's mother was a Fernclan she-cat who went missing early into her warrior career. Turns out, she had eloped with a young loner she met as an apprentice, and had a litter of kittens with him shortly after. Two of the kittens were black tabbies like their father, but little Basil was the spitting image of her mother, down to her violet eyes. Because of this, her clan mother kept Basil close, telling her all about her old clan, and the herb knowledge she had picked up seeing as Basil kept bringing leaves and mushrooms home to ask what they were. This simply stoked the fire in Basil, and on the eve of her 12th moon, she ran off to go find Fernclan and see what they could teach her, too, leaving her family behind. Fernclan was a far ways off, given her mother never wanted to return, and Basil didn't actually know how to GET to Fernclan, but she just kept trying. She went through many perils, losing her tail in a bear trap, only to get saved by a twoleg and nursed back to health. Too bad for that twoleg though, because Basil would not be kept from her goal, so once she saw an opportunity, she bolted. Another year of her life was wasted in a group of violent rogues, who she ended up betraying and leading into a pack of dogs so she didn't have to deal with them chasing her. They survived, sure, but they assumed SHE had died. Which is perfectly serviceable for her. She's only recently smelled a sent like her mother's, which must mean Fernclan. She is so close to her goal, now...
FAMILY: Mother Blackflake, father Greg, siblings ??? and ??? (Open for anyone to take!)
MATE/CRUSH: Open crush, no mate
MISC:
- she's so silly (do not wrong her she will never forget your betrayal)
- willing to put up with anything for The Pursuit
- the mushroom on her head is kept there with tree sap!
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NAME: Pouncepitch
AGE: 137 Moons
GENDER: Old Man (He/they)
SEXUALITY: Asexual Aromantic
APPEARANCE: Good ol' Pouncepitch is a primarily black-furred, old tom with greying fur around his paws, tail, ears, and forehead. He has half-blind, pale pink eyes that used to be a deep reddish brown. He usually has a maple leaf or two in his fur, as his grandkit always brings him the leaves she's hunted.
RANK: Elder
PERSONALITY: Pouncepitch is tired. He had a long life, and he's more than ready to sit in beams of sunlight and tell stories. Being the oldest cat in the clan is a lot of work, too, believe you him, especially when he keeps an ear on the kits. He has great love for his clan, a clan he watched grow when he could still watch well, but he's more than exhausted. His body may be failing in a dozen different ways, but his mind never wavered, and he's still very alert with what senses he still has. Though, he uses most of these senses just to pick on the younger warriors, to keep them on their toes. Never know when this lanky, tired old cat will nip at your heels or critique your stance. Pouncepitch never means anything cruel by it, he simply wants his clan to be the best before he leaves. Until then, he'll loudly recite clan history, or make up songs to entertain the kits and apprentices. Or, he'll be making shady bets with his fellow elders on the young cats hijinks.
HISTORY: Pouncepitch had a boring upbringing. Classic warrior father, classic queen mother who quickly returned to duties after he was weaned. Pouncepaw was active, alert, and an excellent student, absorbing information like a sponge. So much that he use to interrupt his mentor and the older cats to finish their sentences early so they could get to work. He was made a warrior, named pitch for his dark fur, and had a long, boring warriorhood. He helped a clanmate, Ripplewish, have kits seeing as neither wanted a relationship but both wanted progeny, and dutifully watched and trained his kin whenever they needed. He took a shine especially to his only daughter Dappledark, so when she died giving birth a while after he retired, he was inconsolable. Then Ripplewish passed, then his other two kits from the disease. All alone aside from the one, tiny mewling kit, all within a year. Pouncepitch is incredibly protective over his little Pitchkit--named after himself, of course--and he still keeps active and going just to make sure she survives. If she didn't, and he was all alone...
FAMILY: (looks at Ebonydawn) (looks at Ebonydawn) n/a for parents bc it might be fun for this geezer to be related to some other folks. Grandkit is Pitchkit, who is thankfully alive. Co-parent Ripplewish, daughter Dappledark, identical sons Dashwhisper and Fallclaw, all recently deceased.
MATE/CRUSH: N/a.
MISC:
- old...
- lost most of his tail in some accident. he's told a different story to every apprentice, and is just waiting for the chaos to erupt.
- very, very close to death, but he fights to stay here until Pitchkit is an adult, at least. starclan can take him then. until then, he scowls and ignores his warrior ancestors.
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NAME: Pitchkit
AGE: 5 Moons
GENDER: She-cat
SEXUALITY: Eventually, lesbian
APPEARANCE: Pitchkit looks a lot like her grandpa, but different in a few ways. She's primarily pitch black, with darker gray gradients on her back, tail, ears, forehead, and paws. Though, the bottoms of all her paws are white.
RANK: Kit
PERSONALITY: Quiet, strange little guy. Pitchkit has taken in all of Pouncepitch's stories and desires to be just like him, but she wants to take her time and do it right. Her grandpa made so many mistakes, and she doesn't wanna make any. What if he gets mad at her for not being good enough??? She worries that he, or everyone, dislikes her because of her birth coincidentally happening just before the death of most of her immediate family. She never knew them, and thus struggles to feel sad about any of it, but she knows how much her grandpa mourns when he thinks she isn't looking. So she's gonna be the best she can be, never make any mistakes, and hopefully she'll be the next leader of Fernclan! To really make her grandpa happy! Maybe it'll fix everything. She hopes, anyway.
HISTORY: Within her tiny lifespan, most of her family aside from her grandpa passed. Otherwise, she's just a little guy right now.
FAMILY: Grandpa Pouncepitch, deceased mother Dappledark, uncles Dashwhisper and Fallclaw, and grandma Ripplewish.
MATE/CRUSH: n/a, too baby
MISC:
- probably thinks everyone older than her is THE coolest
- her grandpa's #1 hypeman. whenever he starts a story she yowls at the top of her tiny lungs for everyone to be quiet and listen. much to his embarrassment
- absolutely follows the warriors around camp and mimics their actions. she wants to be an apprentice so so bad.
