Symphony Character Adoption Agency - CD + OPEN! :)

[PrettyInPunk]

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Username: Dyanwolfe.
Name: Cookie
Gender: Female
Breed/Species: Mouse
Preferences and Requirements for adoption: Please use. Can change name.
Today's Date: May 18.
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[Jiloon]

Username: Jiloon
Kennel Number: 125
Lineart Link/Credits: Lines by Apple
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[April410]

WIP, Construction being done.

~Holiday by GreenDay


Username
I'm April410

Kennel Number
284 is her number

Use
Ok, let me begin with the fact I NEVER look for characters. I just don't. The fact that she caught my eye and made me fall in love makes her so special to me. I cannot lose her. I don't know what I'd do without her now.

So what will I do with her? Everything! She would be my excuse to draw canines, write stories- finally- and just to love. She will definitely be pampered as she would be something new to draw, and taken to art shops, and think about she'd be plastered everywhere (signature anyone?!). Wildfire would finally have a partner in crime (and I'll be able to write about that mischief). I promise you she will have a forever home, and a comfy one at that, if I get to use her and have her.

Now, take it away Aspen, you would do better than me at explaining...

- About Me, Aspen -

Likes
♦ Rock Music ♦
♦ Her guitar ♦
♦ Fedoras ♦
♦ Her best friend, Wildfire ♦
♦ Moving against others grain ♦
♦ "Pushing Buttons" ♦
♦ Pulling Pranks ♦
♦ Teasing Others ♦
♦ Protesting ♦
♦ Working Alone ♦
♦ Being an Alpha ♦

Name
Aspen, like the beautiful tree.

Gender
Female, last time I checked.

Age
17 in your years. Uh, 122 in "dog years" I guess, wouldn't know, I'm not one of those canines owned by someone.

Species
Canine, Probably a wolf-fox hybrid, didn't know my father so I wouldn't know. My mother never talked about him.

Personality
Well, so you ask who I am, what I am about? For what exactly. Oh yes, well here is my spiel yet again. I'm different. You should know that by now. I don't just stand there waiting for my next command, I just do whatever I want, Like my cat friend over here- best friend anyone could ever have. I don't care if it "grinds your gears" you should just back off and let me believe what I want, don't you dare try to change me.

So? Ya, I guessed you didn't like me, most don't. as I said I'm different. I actually know what's going on in the world unlike half the others. I actually care in what I believe in, and because of that I'm different.

Oh, I'm pretty clever too, I swear I'm half fox- really have to check into that. In fact Wildfire and I are planning on setting up some of these pranks this afternoon, no, you cannot know, you'd just have to watch and see.

Dislikes
♦ Being told what to do
♦ Being misunderstood
♦ Being homeless
♦ Fighting

History/Background

She was born to a loving mother, a few years back with adorable older brothers and sisters. They were a happy family even though her mother was a single parent, working hard for her family. When she was really young, her mother got very ill. Although they did everything they could to both ease her stress and try to get her better, her mother passed away, but not without giving a gift to each of her children. Aspen received a guitar, one that she always wanted, but with no parents to take care of them, and their father was yet to be found, she got separated from her siblings and entered the foster system.

After a few adoptions that ultimately sent her back to the system, due to her unruly and loud nature, she gave up. She was a teenager and that means no one would adopt her. She ran away from her foster parents and started traveling across the states with the little money she had and her guitar across her shoulder. On a dark and rainy night, Aspen was playing on a street corner, when Wildfire passed by. Listening to the music Aspen was playing, she came over and after a little conversation, both teens ended up staying the night at Wildfire's house.

They became instant friends. Wildfire put more faith in her than anyone ever had in Aspen's lifetime since her mother, and Aspen was absolutely comfortable as they shared each other's ideas, and were partners in crime with all of the pranks they set up, and both were misunderstood. They were and are as close as they can be, as if they were sisters.

3yearsuperround
♦ Unique Views ♦ Easy to disagree with ♦ Intelligent ♦ Clever ♦ Stubborn ♦ Loyal ♦ Loud ♦ Humorous ♦ Unruly at times ♦ Commonly Depressed ♦ Mischievous

[Micki.]

Unfortunately, still a WIP!


Username:

Micki.

Kennel Number:

Kennel One Hundred and Thirty-Two [132]

Reason You Want It:

I'm so awful at writing these, buttt here it goes.

When I first saw her, I was beyond shocked. It's not very often that I see a character that I like, and it's even more rare that I see them at adoption agencies. She stood out to me, though, and made me really want to have her. I'm actually not very fond of pink, nor domestic felines (especially if they're not really fluffy), but somehow this pretty girl really captured my heart.

From the moment I saw her, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I knew exactly the personality I wanted her to have. I knew exactly what I wanted her history to be like. She definitely inspires me, gives me a lot of muse, and I want her more than I can describe.

Use:

This girl will be written about consistently, and constantly. She will get art, but honestly not as much as she might with others. This is due to the fact that I don't often buy art and generally draw it all myself instead. She would without a doubt be one of my main characters. I really adore the ideas that I've come up with for her, so she would never be abandoned. Also, I may just end up writing a novel involving her and some other characters with similar stories.

-- Basics --


Name:

Taika (TIE kah);; Tai/Tie

--meaning;; Finnish name meaning "Magic", or "Spell".

--reason;; Her master was a Finnish man at the time of their meeting. He named her because of her ability to always show up at his door step, no matter what he did.

Age:

Seven Hundred and Eighty-Six [786];; Twenty-Nine [29]

--birthday;; May 06, 1228

Technically speaking, Taika is seven hundred and eighty six years old. However, when she is in human form she appears to be only twenty-nine.

Gender:

Female

Species:

Pagan Familiar;; Shifter

Pagan Familiar;; Guardian/Protector Type
Shifter;; Cat;; Lion;; Human

Domestic Cat;; Bengal x Egyptian Mau x American Shorthair
Big Cat;; Lion;; American Lion
Human;; Caucasian;; Irish

-- Disposition --


Personality

--in a nutshell;;
hearts next to each trait indicate how strongly that quality is represented in her.

◘ absent-minded [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ adaptable [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ adventurous [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ ambitious [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ amusing [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ ardent [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ blunt [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ cheeky [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ circumspect [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ clever [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ competitive [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ decisive [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ defiant [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ fastidious [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ goofy [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ grumpy [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ helpful [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ hot-tempered [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ independent [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ industrious [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ intelligent [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ loyal [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ opinionated [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ persistent [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ powerful [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ protective [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ quarrelsome [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ quiet [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ quirky [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ realistic [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ reckless [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ reliable [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ reluctant [♥♥♥♥♥]...
◘ sarcastic [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ stoic [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ stubborn [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ talkative [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ tidy [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ tolerant [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ witty [♥♥♥♥♥]
--in depth;;

WIP;; working very hard to finish! '...' mean that quality has already been described: 1/40

Taika is certainly not the only familiar around, but she's much more unique and powerful than most others. She has much more influence in her relationship with Mikka than most familiars do with their witches.

This is due to many reasons, but mainly her stubborn defiance and refusal to let Mikka control her. She often questions Mikka's decisions, and often gets into arguments with him concerning pretty much anything (and everything). She is very unwilling to accept most of his decisions, but she does generally ends up accepting them despite her reluctance to do so.

--quirks;;
◘ articulates bones

She enjoys articulating bones quite a bit.

Taika has always been into odd things, but they were always things that she liked looking at, not things that she could actually do. She simply admired articulated skeletons and other oddities, such as taxidermy two headed cows. However, Mikka convinced her that it would be nice to try articulating skeletons since she found them so interesting.

She did, indeed, try articulating a skeleton with Mikka's help. Taika discovered that it was actually incredibly fun, and has since articulated many skeletons. Her favorite to articulate are relatively large animals, including wombats.

◘ button collector

Taika is an avid button collector.

She's been collecting buttons since 1231, so she has amassed quite a lot by now. Her collection consists mainly of old, rare buttons and buttons with cute designs. Taika has all sorts of buttons in her collection: giraffe buttons, small buttons, old buttons, broken buttons, green buttons.

Tai has loved buttons nearly all of her life. She loves the way they look. She loves the way they feel. She loves the way they shine. Taika loves buttons a lot. However, while she loved buttons, she'd never really thought of collecting them before 1231.

On June 15, 1231 she found a wooden button with a pentagram carved into it. It was dirty, broken and looked a bit, well, rough. For some reason, this button really caught her attention, though, and Taika kept it. After that, she began seeking out unique buttons, and after a while, Tai began collecting nearly every button she could, not just unique ones.

◘ dreamcatcher

Dreamcatchers are magical beings given powers by the Norse gods to weave in and out of the dreams of others. Whenever they appear in dreams they prevent the dreamer from having nightmares, and often grant the dreamer good fortune while they are awake. Generally dreamcatchers can move fluidly from one person's dreams to the next, but sometimes a dreamcatcher will get stuck, only able to appear in one person's dreams. The period of time that a dream catcher spends with one dreamer is called a catching spell. Dreamcatchers, unlike dreamdwellers, cannot normally speak while appearing to a dreamer, due to their limited power. Sometimes dreamcatchers are able to grant their dreamers a specific type of dream or a recurring item/thing that sets the dreams apart from other dreams. Dreamcatchers are one of the reasons animals or people will show up in a person's dreams continuously.

Taika is a dreamcatcher due to her master, Mikka, and his magic. She generally stays with a dreamer for a very long time, anywhere from six months to a few years. She gets very attached to those whose dreams she visits, so she often visits her dreamers after their first catching spell. However, after the first catching spell, Taika generally only visits for a night or two. Often she'll visit past dreamers while trying to find a new dreamer worthy of her powers.

Tai often grants her dreamers dreams that are very detailed, but not realistic. Generally one of her dreamers has dreams that are tribal in nature, very similar to the style of her unnatural markings. They often involve a lot of bold black lines and pastel colors. Taika enjoys giving her dreamers dreams involving farms, pirates/ships, and the 13th-19th centuries. Symbols often found in the dreams that she gives are shoe buckles, buttons and bones.

◘ hates jewelry

She really cannot stand jewelry.

She refuses to wear jewelry, with the exception of a button necklace that Mikka gave her, and strongly dislikes when others wear most jewelry. Tai is more likely to dislike someone if they are wearing jewelry when she first meets them. However, she is more okay with naturalistic jewelry, such as a rope necklace or a seashell bracelet, and can sometimes be fond of them.

Taika seems to harbor a particular hatred for pearl and diamond jewelry. She thinks that they are an ugly, gaudy way to show your 'sophistication' or wealth. She can't, for the life of her, understand why someone would spend ungodly amounts of money on diamond and/or pearl jewelry.

◘ juice obsession

She really, really loves juice.

Even as a feline, Tai enjoyed fruits. However, when she became Mikka's familiar, she began using her ability to shift into a human more often than previously. Mikka introduced her to juices, and she's been completely obsessed ever since. Taika enjoys pretty much all juices, her favorite being orange juice and pomegranate juice.

Since Mikka introduced her to juice, they have had juice in their home every day. If they're not stocked with at least two juices, Taika is very unhappy and will complain to Mikka endlessly. For this reason, their home generally has 3-5 containers of juice.

◘ pirate obsession

Who doesn't love pirates?

Taika is certainly in love with pirates. In fact, she's pretty obsessed with pirates. She loves their personas and their sense of adventure. She loves, and respects, their unique codes of honor. Tai has actually learned quite a few different pirate codes of honor, and loves them all. She also really loves ships, and she's always been especially fond of captains because the idea of steering a boat and commanding a crew thrills her.

When she first met Mikka she had no idea that he was a pirate. She liked him much more after she found out that he was a pirate, but she was still unsure that he was really her witch. In time, Taika found out that he was the captain of a pirate ship. After she learned this little bit of information, she had no doubts whatsoever that he was indeed her witch and she was his familiar.

Tai has been among pirates many times because of Mikka, but she's never lost her fascination with them.

◘ shoe buckle obsession

Taika is completely and utterly obsessed with shoe buckles.

She's always liked them quite a bit, and used to kind of sorta collect them. She likes their shape and shine especially, and seems to be overly fond of old ones. Tai also seems to be overly fond of very large shoe buckles, and has many of them in her possession.

Because of her obsession with shoe buckles, one of Mikka and Taika's linking objects is a shoe buckle. It's very, very old and quite large. Generally this shoe buckle is kept in Mikka's pocket or tucked into his watch band, but he has a matching one that he sometimes wears.

◘ sleeping habits

She has some slightly peculiar sleeping habits.

Taika greatly prefers sleeping in her human form, but will occasionally sleep in her cat or lion forms. If she sleeps in her cat or lion form then she has to sleep in Mikka's bed, tucked under his chin or arm.

When she sleeps in her human form, she has even more oddities. She has to sleep with absolutely no clothing on, except for a single sock on her left foot. If she has clothing other than this sock on, then she cannot fall asleep. If she doesn't have a sock on her left foot, then it is equally hard for Tai to fall asleep.

She also has to shower right before going to sleep. Taika is used to being able to see in the dark, so she doesn't like not being able to. For this reason, she also has to have a night light to be able to go to sleep. This night light can't be just any night light, though. If her 'night light' isn't a long, white candle then she is very unhappy and will not go to sleep.

If Taika doesn't have the noise of a ticking clock in her bedroom then it can be incredibly difficult for her to fall asleep. For this reason, she's got several clocks lying about in her home.

◘ speaking habits

She has some strange speaking habits.

She talks with herself quite often. Not the normal, talking-to-myself-about-my-day-or-whatever, either. While she does do this, it's much more common for Tai to carry out a full conversation with herself. Often times when she's talking to herself she gets into arguments. This has caused her to discover that she can be quite the butthole sometimes.

Adding to the previous quirk, Taika often talks to herself in radio speak. She'll be making a sandwich for herself and saying things like, "Alpha bravo charlie, come in. Over. Alpha bravo charlie reporting in, over. Alpha bravo charlie, making a sandwich, be prepared to eat in t-10 seconds. Over. Alpha bravo charlie, roger that, standing by. Over." This habit originally started as her speaking radio talk to Mikka to help with his PTSD after WWII. However, it's a habit that just kind of stuck with Tai through the years.

◘ time obsession

Tai has always been very interested in time.

Taika loves time. She likes the concept of something that's endless and forever. She likes that it's considered to be something that's there without a doubt and can't be denied. However, time is also a completely man-made concept, and there have been studies that have come up with evidence that suggests that it doesn't really exist at all. Of course, this idea is rejected by most, but Taika is completely okay with this idea. She even finds this idea to be interesting and a bit thrilling.

Her interest in time has caused her to do many experiments with it in her magic. It's also caused her to have a great love for clocks, watches and anything that can tell time. In fact, she's got several of these that she likes to keep around.

Likes:
hearts show how much she likes the thing

◘ magic [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ Mikka [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ myths [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ nature [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ socks [♥♥♥♥♥]

Dislikes:
hearts show how much she dislikes the thing

◘ amateurs [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ intolerance [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ misunderstandings [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ pearls [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ prosecution [♥♥♥♥♥]

-- Traits of a Familiar --


◘ Type of Familiar ◘

Origins:

Pagan.

Type of Familiar:

Guardian/Protector Type.

Information About Type:

There are several types of familiars that exist-- some are meant to lead witches on a darker path or to corrupt them, and others are meant to help a witch learn and grow as a person.

Most familiars are fairly bad news, as they tend to corrupt witches and lead them into very dark magic. This is because most familiars are somewhat like demons and have been created in Hell to corrupt souls. These means that a potentially good witch will often end up in Hell because they were convinced to use dark magic. Most familiars are also not able to use magic for themselves.

However, Taika is not anything like most familiars.

She is a guardian/protector type of familiar. These types of familiars are not created, not in Hell or anywhere else. Instead, they are born. They're born to find the witch that they are destined to protect and guard for the rest of their lives. Once they find them, they must create a bonding item that binds their souls together for eternity. This bond can only be broken by breaking the item. They can be reincarnations of past witches, or they can be the start of a bloodline. Either way, this type of familiar generally has some sort of experience with magic and can often do small magic.

Taika is the start of her bloodline. She is much more powerful than most familiars, including others of her same type. She has many abilities that even the most experienced witches will likely never have.

◘ Specifically Taika ◘

Master/Witch:

Veijo Erkki Miikka Karjalainen.

He is called Miikka, Erkki or Mr. Karjalainen, NEVER Veijo. Variations of these names, such as Mikka, Mika, Erki, Eric and Mr. Kar are also acceptable. Taika never remembers the second i in Miikka, so she writes it without (which is why that's what he's referred to as in this form).

He's a very, very tall man (6'4", to be exact) with dark, fairly messy hair and light blue eyes. Generally, Mikka has a decent amount of stubble and he's very well muscled, but not to the point of being deemed 'buff'. He appears to be in his mid 30s, but he is actually 347 years old.

He was born in 1667 Scotland, but soon moved to England and became a part of the Royal Fleet. He turned pirate after discovering how corrupt the king was, stealing the fastest ship and best crew in the fleet. He had a very strict code of honor that he enforced rather harshly, and Mikka would gladly kill over it. Mikka was a pirate until 1963.

Mikka fought in both world wars. He was an English private in WWI, and one of the finest English pilots during WWII. WWII gave him a pretty severe case of PTSD that was debilitating at times. After both wars, he went back to the life of a pirate. However, for a while after WWII he was only partially devoted to the life of a pirate and lived briefly in Finland.

He had an aging curse cast on him shortly after his twentieth birthday. This spell was meant to make him stay young and spry, living for 100 years, and then die at the end of these 100 years. Mikka didn't like this, as he did not wish to watch his loved ones grow old and die. Soon after this curse was cast upon him, Mikka began practicing magic and tried desperately to find a way around this curse. He met Taika near the end of this curse, and she ended up granting him immortality.

At the beginning of his magic practices he was neither this nor that. His magic had bits and pieces taken from several other types of magic, and Mikka was involved with gods from many different cultures. He was mainly involved with Greek and Norse gods, though. He's now a Pagan shaman, and always takes Taika with him.

Abilities:
hearts represent how adept she is at this
◘ control other animals [♥♥♥♥♥]

Taika can control other animals.

However, she can only control some other animals. She has the ability to control animals that are much more simple than she is, and she can only control them for short periods of time. Often Tai controls things such as crickets and lizards. This is very difficult for her to manage, but she can sometimes control animals with just a bit less intelligence than her.

◘ control water [♥♥♥♥♥]

She can control water.

She can control water pretty well. Generally this takes a pretty great deal of concentration, but it's not too hard for her to accomplish. Taika can't control outrageous amounts of water, but small amounts are not hard at all for her to control.

◘ grant immortality [♥♥♥♥♥]

Tai can grant immortality.

This is pretty difficult for her to accomplish, but she can manage. She must put your immortality into an object. This means that if that object is broken you will no longer be immortal. Another catch is that Taika can grant you the ability to live forever, but this doesn't mean that you are unable to be killed.

Bonding Item(s):

◘ old, wooden button
◘ Mikka's family pocket watch
◘ Mikka's watch band
◘ old shoe buckle

-- History/Background --

WIP.

Taika spend a very, very long time looking for her witch. Nearly all of her history consists of traveling the world searching for him.

3yearsuperround

[Micki.]

Posting this WIP form to encourage myself to finish it. c:


Username:
Micki.
Kennel Number:
184
Use:
- About the character -
Name:
Gender:
Male;; Stallion
Species and/or specific breed:
Equine;; Spanish Mustang
Frame-Sabino
Personality:
History/Background:
- Other information -
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. [optional]:
3yearsuperround

[Micki.]

All forms still a WIP unfortunately!

Username:

Micki.

Reason You Want It:

--Kaelin;;

When I was scrolling through the kennels, she popped out at me.

She was really simple and had plenty of elements that seemed out of place or that could be improved. However, for some reason she really stuck with me, and I really liked her. I got an idea for her personality right away, but I was very unsure of going for her or not because there were still elements that seemed wrong on her. I ended up coming up with a revamp for her that was pretty drastic, but it made me think of a part of her story.

After revamping her, I decided that I definitely loved her, and the character I wanted her to be. Overall, I think her pelt design is still rather simple, but very charming. I feel as though she'll be a great addition to my characters, especially my group
--Orhamm;;

Well, when he was first put into the kennels I was absolutely in love with him. His spots seemed a bit out of place, sure, but overall he was gorgeous. I'm a sucker for natural designs with unnatural hints, and I'm definitely a sucker for blues/teals/greens. However, I didn't have the time nor the motivation to go for him.

Since I had no motivation last round, I was unsure if I was going to go for him this time either. This round I provided him with an adult form and I fell in love all over again. His adult form made me able to more easily see the path that I wanted to take with him. I could easily see him as a strong, powerful leader-- someone who had been long awaited by both the gods and the lions. My new idea for him excited me, and made me confident enough to try for him this round.

I'm a real sucker for the character I've created with him, and I would love, without a doubt, to be able to call him mine.
--Pythia;;

Use:

They would all be neua lions, which are a subspecies of lion that I created. They're very special to me and definitely some of my main characters. Neua lions are currently being developed and each one that I own has a special place in their pride. They also all have their own story and they're somehow important to the subspecies as a whole. None of them would be an exception to this. If I win them, they will get oodles of stories written about them, and hopefully oodles of art as well. I may end up writing a novel about neua lions, and if I did then they would all be included. Also, they will likely get mates and have cubs (later on for Kaelin, but possibly soon for Pythia and Orhamm). c:

Neua Lions:

Physically, they're very similar to the extinct American Lion. They're very large, much larger than other lion subspecies. Males generally have very luscious manes, which can be similar to an African lion's mane or more unique. Females also have manes, but they're generally smaller and more like hair. Males generally have tails similar to most lions, but they're made of much more fur. Females often have tails more closely resembling the tail of other big cats (snow leopards, clouded leopards and leopards being the most common). Both genders can be born with bob tails, but it's fairly rare.

They're often born with natural colored pelts that get unnatural marking soon after birth. The markings are slow to reach their full intensity. Generally, their markings start to appear anywhere from a week to a month after they're born. Any sooner than a week and they're thought to be special lions. Later than five months and they're also thought to be special lions. Lions who don't develop unnatural markings are also thought to be special. As they start to reach adulthood, the unnatural markings on Neua lions fade away and they're left with a natural pelt. Once they're adults, they have to 'earn' their markings back.

The lions themselves are closely linked with the Greek gods. They receive their markings from a god, this god takes the markings away when they're adults and then gives them back once they have earned them. Each lion is given a god, much like a Catholic child is given a saint, and this god watches over them very closely. Each lion gets to choose his god, but it's said that each lion will choose the god he is destined to, and the gods already know which god they will pick. After all, if they didn't, then how would a lion get his first unnatural markings? Some special lions are even believed to be able to speak with their god. It's thought that lions that started to get their unnatural markings before one week, after five months or didn't get any at all had this happen because their god saw fit to bless them with some sort of special power.

Note***
These are a subspecies of my creation, please do not steal any of the ideas here (directed towards lurkers, not judges, of course)! c:

Glossary:

◘ Name Day; noun

A name day can describe a birthday. The 2nd name day is when lions choose their patron god (sometimes the 3rd name day in other prides).

Kennel Five [5]

Adult Form. Click for the fullsize ref. c:


-- Basics --


Name:

Kaelin (KAY len);; Kae

--meaning;; variant of Kay, Greek name meaning "Keeper of the Keys", and "Pure".

Age:

Three years [3] ;; late teens

--birthday;; December 07

Gender:

Female

Species:

Wild Feline;; Lion;; Neua Lion (information above forms)

-- Disposition --


Personality

--in a nutshell;;
hearts next to each trait indicate how strongly that quality is represented in her.

◘ active [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ bold [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ capable [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ clear-headed [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ comforting [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ courageous [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ courteous [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ dedicated [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ dutiful [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ home-loving [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ fair [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ follower [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ forthright [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ goofy [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ grateful [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ hard-working [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ helpful [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ honorable [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ humble [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ impatient [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ impulsive [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ independent [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ intelligent [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ kind [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ logical [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ loyal [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ meticulous [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ misfit [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ naive [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ observant [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ quiet [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ quirky [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ rational [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ religious [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ responsible [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ resourceful [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ selfless[♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ serious [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ tidy [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ tolerant [♥♥♥♥♥]

--in depth;;

WIP;; working very hard to finish! '...' mean that quality has already been described: 0/40
--quirks;;
◘ coffee bean interest

Kaelin has been interested in coffee beans for quite a while now.

There are fields, just beyond the boundaries between Polemikos and Eirenopoios, where coffee beans grow naturally. A childhood friend of hers, Erasmus, showed the field of beans to her. At first, Kaelin refused to try them because they smelled funny. However, after much prompting, she finally tried the coffee beans. They tasted okay to her, but she found them interesting.

Kae liked to observe the effects that they had on others. Some became more energized after eating these little beans, and they appeared to help wake others that had passed out (much like smelling salts). She also discovered that they could be made into pretty nice necklaces.
◘ lemur obsession

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◘ protector of the keys

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◘ sleeping habits

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◘ talking habits

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Likes:
hearts show how much she likes the thing

◘ cloud-watching [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ coffee beans [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ rain [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ rocks [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ small creatures [♥♥♥♥♥]

Dislikes:
hearts show how much she dislikes the thing

◘ being alone [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ conflict [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ death [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ nighttime [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ responsibility [♥♥♥♥♥]

-- Connection to the Gods --

◘ Patron God/Goddess ◘

Patron God/Goddess:

Hestia, goddess of the home, family, heart and keeper of the keys to Olympus.

Reason/Kaelin:

WIP.

Reason/Hestia:

WIP.

Relationship:

WIP.

-- History/Background --

Her pelt changed from white and gray, and very simple, so cream and brown, and more complex when she was a year old. In neua culture, this is believed to be a symbol that the lion is evil and will bring nothing but bad luck.

Her parents tried to make her leave the pride, and most other lions were in agreement that this was what should happen. Orhamm put an end to this. However, her parents did not want her, so he took her in and raised her as his own. He had no mate and no family other than her. He instilled in her that family was the most important thing, and that she should always put family above everything else.

Other lions often made fun of her still, and they often couldn't understand how a long awaited prophecy such as Orhamm could raise such an "evil creature". Despite this, he took the best care of her that he could and tried to shelter her from the harsh words of others.

Kaelin's patron goddess, Hestia, is keeper of the key to Olympus.

However, there is a prophecy that says that a treasonous god will steal these keys from her with the intention of taking over Olympus. This prophecy also states that one of her lions, the most unexpected of them all, will be the only one able to retrieve the keys from this thieving god. The lion will then keep the keys to Olympus and protect them with their life, returning them to Hestia only at the time of their death. Kaelin is the lion of this prophecy, and this is the way that she earned her unnatural markings back.

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Kennel One Hundred and Eighty-One [181]

Adult Form. Click for the fullsize ref. c:


-- Basics --


Name:

Orhamm (OR uhm)
--meaning;; surname meaning "Serpent".

Age:

Seven years [7] ;; early thirties

--birthday;; December 07

Gender:

Male

Species:

Wild Feline;; Lion;; Neua Lion (information above forms)

-- Disposition --


Personality

--in a nutshell;;
hearts next to each trait indicate how strongly that quality is represented in him.

◘ adaptable [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ astute [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ charismatic [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ clever [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ communicative [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ confident [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ courageous [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ courteous [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ dutiful [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ encouraging [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ engaging [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ fair [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ forgiving [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ good-hearted [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ guiding [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ helpful [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ honest [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ honorable [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ indecisive [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ independent [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ industrious [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ innovative [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ leader [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ level-headed [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ lonely [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ lovable [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ loyal [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ misunderstood [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ modest [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ nonreligious [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ opinionated [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ passionate [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ paternal [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ private [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ respectful [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ responsible [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ selfless [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ supportive [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ tolerant [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ witty [♥♥♥♥♥]
--in depth;;

WIP;; working very hard to finish! '...' mean that quality has already been described: 0/40
--quirks;;
◘ Oneirophobia

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◘ weather obsession

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◘ frog obsession

Orhamm has a very odd obsession with frogs. WIP
◘ sleeping habits

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◘ religious beliefs

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Likes:
hearts show how much he likes the thing

◘ family [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ cloud-watching [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ rain [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ birds [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ nature [♥♥♥♥♥]

Dislikes:
hearts show how much he dislikes the thing

◘ prophecies [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ responsibilities [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ wars [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ politics [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ foolishness [♥♥♥♥♥]

-- Connection to the Gods --

◘ Patron God/Goddess ◘

Patron God/Goddess:

Zeus, Greek god of the sky, lightning, thunder, law, order, justice and ruler of all gods.

Reason/Orhamm:

WIP.

Reason/Zeus:

WIP.

Relationship:

WIP.

-- History/Background --

Orhamm's unnatural markings appeared a day after his birth, much earlier than most cubs. This, combined with the appearance of his unnatural markings, made others believe that he was a long awaited leader. His parents and others often spoiled him as a cub, but he never wanted them to.

Since the beginning of the neua lions, there has been a prophecy that has foretold of a magnificent leader. This prophecy states that the leader will have markings of the sky and grass appear soon after birth. When this leader grows older, he will become leader of his Pride. He will war long and hard with the other prides, only to come out victorious over all. He will cause Zeus to be proud, and the gods will come down from Olympus and reward him and his pride. This leader will have no family, and if he does, his family will be the undoing of him.

Orhamm is this leader, but he doesn't feel much like he is.

Notes to be used:
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Kennel Three Hundred and Fifteen [315]

Adult Form. Click for the fullsize ref. c:


-- Basics --


Name:

Pythia (pie THAY uh);; Thia

--meaning;; name of the Oracle of Delphi.

Age:

Six years [6] ;; late twenties

--birthday;; January 29

Gender:

Female

Species:

Wild Feline;; Lion;; Neua Lion

Pride:

Eirenopoios

--meaning;; Greek word for "Peacemaker".

--origins;;

This pride is believed to be formed by Athena, goddess of peace, wisdom, battle strategies, intelligence and skill. Supposedly they were one of the Original Five, the first prides made by the gods, and first to be made (along side the Polemikos). The first prides, Polemikos and Eirenopoios, were created at the exact same time to keep balance in the lands. Polemikos were the violent, much more hostile of the two, and Eirenopoios were said to be charged with keeping the peace between all neua lions.

Position:

Healer, Prophetess and Mentor

-- Disposition --


Personality

--in a nutshell;;
hearts next to each trait indicate how strongly that quality is represented in her.

◘ adaptable [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ affectionate [♥♥♥♥♥]...
◘ blunt [♥♥♥♥♥]...
◘ calm [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ capable [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ charming [♥♥♥♥♥]...
◘ clever [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ curious [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ dreamer [♥♥♥♥♥]...
◘ dutiful [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ engaging [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ forgiving [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ gentle [♥♥♥♥♥]...
◘ happy [♥♥♥♥♥]...
◘ helpful [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ hopeful [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ hot-tempered [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ independent [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ intelligent [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ level-headed [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ loyal [♥♥♥♥♥]...
◘ messy [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ opinionated [♥♥♥♥♥]...
◘ passionate [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ perfectionist [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ persevering [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ powerful [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ quiet [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ quirky [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ reasonable [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ respectful [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ responsible [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ selfless [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ shy [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ skilled [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ tolerant [♥♥♥♥♥]...
◘ trustworthy [♥♥♥♥♥]...
◘ unbiased [♥♥♥♥♥]...
◘ unique [♥♥♥♥♥]...
◘ zealous [♥♥♥♥♥]
--in depth;;

WIP;; working very hard to finish! '...' mean that quality has already been described: 12/40

There is not a lion in all the lands that is like Pythia. Sure, some lions are healers and some are prophetesses, but none have her unique spirit, abilities and quirks.

She readily feels, and shows, her tenderness to others and she is rarely anything but gentle towards others. Pythia is gentle, but also very honest, sometimes bluntly so (without meaning to be). She is a very happy and hopeful lion, often showing blind faith in both those that have earned it and those that have not. She has many dreams and wishes that they could all be accomplished. Her happy dreamer ways are considered by most to be very charming, and generally it is hard to resist loving Thia.

She is extremely opinionated, often frustratingly so, but she is also very open to the ideas and oddities of others. She feels as though she has no right to judge most, and is very understanding of most lions. However, she is often used as a judge during games and trials in her pride because she is very unbiased. Pythia always listens to all sides of a situation and makes the best decision based on the information given by everyone, and she never shows favoritism.

Often times lions come to her to talk in confidence that she will not tell anyone of their worries. Pythia never betrays the trust of others unless it is necessary. She is fiercely loyal and will follow those that have earned her trust to the ends of Earth and back. Once her trust and loyalty are earned, there is hardly anything that will break them.
--quirks;;
◘ sleeping habits

Pythia has a few, well, oddities when it comes to sleeping.

She has a bed of feathers in her den, but she can only sleep on this bed if it is not a new moon. This bed must have precisely five blue feathers where her head will rest, and, above all, it must have the dust of two crushed vines sprinkled over it once a month. Otherwise, she will not sleep. These things are to ward off evil and protect her while she sleeps.

During new moons, she must make a bed of grass and sleep on it. This bed of grass must be sprinkled with crushed black roses, and must have two red feathers where her tail will rest. Pythia must make an unbroken line of white sand at the entrance of her den. These things protect her while she sleeps and honors all of the lives that have been lost over the years.

She also prefers to sleep with a bowl of water to the left of her den's entrance. This is for any spirits that may wonder into her den while she slumbers. The water is supposed to provide them with refreshment and help them on their journey back to the underworld. It is a sign of respect and honor.

These rituals used to be commonly practiced by their ancestors, but have all but died out in modern day. Pythia is one of very few neua lions that still believes in these practices.
◘ feather collector

Pythia is an avid feather collector.

She has a very large collection of all sorts of feathers-- blue feathers, large feathers, striped feathers, feathers colored rainbow. She uses some of her feathers, generally the soft, fluffy white ones that come from ostriches, to make herself a comfortable bed in her den. Other feathers, such as small red feathers of a frigatebird, to make incense and to help heal others.

Pythia began collecting feathers as a very young cub. She used to be drawn to purple and green feathers especially, and loved to put them in her hair. Thia loved to make necklaces and bracelets to wear of these magnificent green and purple feathers. However, as Pythia got older she stopped wearing feathers as they could interfere with her healing. She still makes feather accessories as gifts to other lions and occasionally wears them for formal rituals.
◘ vine obsession

She has always been fascinated by vines.

As a cub, Pythia used to try balancing on hanging vines and swinging on them. She got endless amounts of joy from swinging on them, especially if she could manage to stand up while swinging. She could often have been found in the forests batting repeatedly at the vines. At one point, Pythia believed that they were the cut hair of gods and that was why they were so strong.

When she was very young, Pythia thought the concept of a vine was horrific, yet beautiful. It was something that lived off of another being, and often times caused a lot of harm to it's host, which horrified her beyond belief. However, it was only trying to survive and was an essential part of their ecosystem, and Thia thought that this was wondrous.

Growing up, Pythia's fascination with vines led her to experiment with them. Part of her wanted to prove that her 'crazy' notion about vines being connected to the gods. It seemed to her that if they were indeed connected to the gods that she would be able to put them to use somehow. After becoming the main healer of her pride, Pythia experimented with using vines to help heal others. She discovered that some vines were more useful than roots.
◘ workaholic

Thia is, in a manner of speaking, a workaholic.

She's always been someone that dove into something and committed to it fully, even as a cub, so why should her work be any different? If anything, she has even more reason to be committed to her work.

Pythia spends almost all of her time healing others. The time that she doesn't spend healing is spent gathering more supplies, experimenting with more ways to heal, writing down prophecies and foretold events, writing down spells, practicing spells and mentoring future healers and prophets/prophetesses. She gets nearly no free time and what little she does get she seems to not want to except and busies herself with work-relating things anyways.

Thia's tendency to put all of herself into her work has caused meant a great deal of sacrifice, including not having a mate or cubs. She could easily have both of these things, and she could easily take less time working, but Pythia puts all of herself into her work so that she doesn't have to put any of herself into personal relations. It's a sort of defense mechanism because she's scared of being hurt.
◘ eyesight

Pythia's eyesight is a bit strange.

She's mostly color blind in her her right eye, and can only see colors around the edge of her vision field. This doesn't really have much impact on her, as she doesn't really care that she's partially color blind. Her sight in her left eye is mostly normal-- proper depth perception and color, clear.

However, it's still different than others' sight. In her left eye, she can actually see more than others can. She can see auras around people, based on their current aura, and she can see colors representing how they feel. Sometimes, she may even see the words they speak as a color based on their tone, etc. Pythia may also see a lion's god standing next to them.

Both eyes have these abilities, but it's mostly useless in her right eye since she cannot see color.
◘ fear of large birds

She is very afraid of large birds.

While Thia might love collecting feathers, she's not very fond of birds. Small birds, sure, she likes them decently enough. Big birds, no. She is very terrified of large birds, and will gladly admit they make her uneasy to be anywhere near them. Pythia has never been very fond of large birds.

As a cub she used to do anything to avoid them, but the other cubs seemed to always want to chase them around. One of the other cubs' favorite games was chasing ostriches and cornering them. Pythia took part in this game several times, though she didn't enjoy it, to fit in some.

During one game an ostrich retaliated, charging at the group of cubs, and one of the other cubs was killed. This was the point when Thia began to really fear them, and since then she will not step foot near an ostrich.
◘ fruit love

Pythia has a very strong love for fruit.

Many others may call it an obsession, but she doesn't believe that she's obsessed with it. She just greatly enjoys the way that fruit taste. She can often be found with a large supply of fruit and eats it on a regular basis. Her favorite fruit are starfruit, avocado and bananas.

Thia has even began experimenting with using fruits to heal others, and, so far, it seems that fruit are more helpful than some herbs. Avocados, for example, are very useful for healing wounds of the eyes and face. Bananas are adept at speeding up the healing process of wounds. Starfruits can be used to help keep wounds from getting infected.
◘ poor swimmer

She cannot swim very well.

As a cub, Pythia never learned how to swim properly. Her parents tried to teach her on more than one occasion, but she never seemed to want to learn. She was terrified of the river; it had strong currents, especially to a cub, and she had heard tale of large scaly beasts that could easily snatch a cub from it's parents. These made her very unwilling to get into the water, despite her parents best efforts.

Thia felt somewhat bad for refusing her parents, but she was sure she would never have to swim a river. After all, she planned on being a healer, not a warrior.

To this day, Pythia has never had to cross a river and thankfully so. She would likely drown if she had to cross a river, as she is still very poor at swimming. She has been meaning to learn for quite some time now, but she's never had occasion to, and she's far to busy working to take time off for such silly things.
◘ fear of fire

Thia has a fear of fire.

She can be near a fire for rituals, spells, healing and cooking. However, she is far from comfortable around fires and prefers not to get too close to them. Like many older lions, Pythia believes that fires are ugly things, meant to scorch and burn the soul. When an animal is cooked over a fire, it's said that the fire burns the soul away so that you will not become possessed.

Part of the reason she dislikes fires is because they scorch souls. Another reason is the damage that they do to their habitat. During the dry season, plains and forests are often lit ablaze by lightning. The fire can destroy the home of thousands in a matter of hours, and that is not something Pythia wants to mess with. It doesn't seem right for something to be so powerful unless it's the workings of the gods.
◘ connection with stones

She has a strong natural connection to stones.

Many lions have strong natural connections to things in nature. Pythia happens to be connected to stones, particularly onyx and jade. Her connection with these stones is stronger than most lions' connections with nature.

As a cub, Thia's grandmother nurtured her connection to stones. Her grandmother taught her that the connection was based in her heart, not mind, and to unlock more ability she needed to feel it, not think it. With her grandmother's guidance, Pythia soon became able to move stones without touching them, though only for a small distance. She was also taught to make stones glow faintly.

Pythia can now move stones as far as she would like and make them glow brighter than the stars. She has become so connected with stones that she can easily levitate them as well. With a bit more concentration and work, Pythia can also get the stones to change shape. All of her abilities work best with jade and onyx, though, and it can be extremely difficult for her to work with some other types of stones.

Likes:
hearts show how much she likes the thing

◘ feathers [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ healing [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ nature [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ rapids [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ small birds [♥♥♥♥♥]

Dislikes:
hearts show how much she dislikes the thing

◘ big birds [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ fire [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ prophecies [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ seers [♥♥♥♥♥]
◘ wars [♥♥♥♥♥]

-- Connection to the Gods --

◘ Patron God/Goddess ◘

Patron God/Goddess:

Apollo, Greek god of the sun, dreams, reason, arts, knowledge, healing and prophecy.

Reason/Pythia:

Pythia chose Apollo as her god for many reasons.

She's always had the ability to predict the future, and her wounds always seemed to heal faster than those of others. She also enjoyed watching the pride healer work and loved the idea of healing other lions. For these reasons, she believed that Apollo would be a logical choice.

Her belief that she could see the future often caused others to mockingly call her a seer, but she did not believe that this was accurate at all. A seer is an unholy creature that often lies, twists the future and words of others. Pythia used to have very vivid dreams that would later come true, especially as a child. These dreams slowly faded as she grew, disappointing her greatly.

Ultimately, she chose Apollo in hopes that she indeed had a gift that he would give back to her.

Reason/Apollo:

Apollo chose Pythia to watch over for a lot of different reasons.

As a cub Pythia could look from her world to that of the gods. This was not a gift that was given to her by the gods, but it did allow her to see into the future. From the moment of her conception, Apollo was interested in her for this reason. He believed that it made her very powerful and very unique. Being the god of prophecy, he naturally wanted to have her as his own and fought hard for the right.

After her birth, she proved to be even more interesting. Pythia seemed to have a strong curiosity and loyalty, especially concerning her ability to see into the future. Apollo even noticed that her wounds healed much faster than other lion's. Once she became a healer in training, Pythia far surpassed other's ability to learn. Soon, she also surpassed her teacher's own ability to heal the ailments of others, quickly becoming one of the best healers ever to live.

Relationship:

Their relationship is quite a bit more unique than most patron/lion relationships.

Pythia is very learned in both healing and prophecy. In fact, she's so skilled at them that she can talk to Apollo, both while awake and in dreams. He will appear to her to talk sometimes, and she has the ability to call him to her whenever she would like, despite him never giving her this ability.

Apollo is a patron god to many lions, and had been a patron god to many more, but he incredibly fond of Pythia. His love for her exceeds the love that most patrons have for their lions, and runs so deep that he needs no occasion to talk to her. Often he will seek her out simply because he enjoys her company.

Apollo has been rumored to help her heal some lions. It's also been rumored that Pythia is Apollo's gift to all of the world; that she is his pride, and he will always appear to her in times of need.

-- History/Background --

She had a fairly normal cub hood. She's a long awaited healer and prophetess that is supposed to be able to save all, and she is the only one that will be able to save Orhamm if he has a family. She is also the only one that can cross between mortal worlds and the world of the gods.

Notes to be used:
- As a cub Pythia used to cross the threshold between the mortal world and the world of the gods in slumber. This was not a gift that was given to her by the gods, as no god is powerful enough to grant this gift to a lion, but an ability she was born with. Nevertheless it was one she had, and it allowed her to peek into the future.

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[BlueRocketMouse]

Username:
Ditzy Derp

Kennel Number:
347

Reason & Use:
I’m not entirely sure how it happened but Lark just drew me in instantly. Her design is natural and simple, but at the same time, it still manages to be eye-catching. I want to shower this beautiful girl in even more art than she already has, as well as write more about her. As you’ll soon see, the story I wrote for Lark’s background has quite a few time skips, so even with what I already have for her, there’s plenty of places left for me to explore with writing.

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Name:
Lark

Past Aliases:
Larkkit
Larkpaw
Larkfeather

Gender:
Female

Species:
Domestic Cat

Age:
16 Moons

Personality:
|Playful|Energetic|Enthusiastic|Clingy|Optimistic|
Lark's history as a feral cat shows most clearly in her alertness. Attentive and bursting with energy, Lark is always ready to react to any surprise that may come her way. Perhaps even a little too much. Anyone who's sat next to her for any period of time knows she can be extremely jittery, especially when she’s had to be still for a while. It's even worse when Lark is in cramped quarters. Others often joked about her secretly being a WindClan cat with how skittish and at times claustrophobic she is. Despite her jumpiness, however, Lark is a competent hunter. She reacts to things very quickly, and has rarely missed a fish since her apprentice days. Her speed and agility are also forces to be reckoned with on the battlefield. Lark's build is sleek and lithe, so she can be rather tricky to pin in a fight.

Lark recognizes the usefulness of her agility in more than just fighting. It helps a great deal during games like "Tag" or "Warriors and Rogues" (basically "Cops and Robbers"). Lark practically lives for leisure time with her friends and family. She loves playing games with others, particularly those that involve a lot of moving around. It can be easy to forget Lark was at one point a strong Warrior in a clan of wild cats when you see her running and chasing after leaves or bugs like a kit. However, ignoring such a fact can be dangerous if it leads you to cross her. It might seem at times like kithood never left her, but neither did her training. Lark is not afraid to use force if she feels that she or someone she cares about is being threatened.

Lark is just as quick in growing attached to others as she is in defending them, sometimes quite literally. A positive outlook on life and an infectiously cheery attitude make her fast friends with most cats, though she can become rather clingy or protective. Even if someone she meets doesn't instantly proclaim them friends on the spot, Lark doesn't typically give up on them, assuming they haven't given her a reason to be wary of them. Lark is an idealist in every sense of the word, often trying to overlook others' flaws no matter how glaring they might be. You could say she believes in Murphy's Law, only backwards: "If there is any possibility something will go right, it will." Sadly, this also means Lark can be very gullible at times. It's not too difficult for someone to earn her trust, then turn around and take advantage of her.
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"You must either live with us and respect our ways, or return to your Twolegplace and never come back. You cannot live with a paw in each world."
~Lionheart to Rusty, Into the Wild

History:
A dark shape sat patiently in the shadows of a Twoleg nest, gazing forlornly at the tall woods just a few foxlengths away. Cold night winds chilled him to the bone, but he refused to retreat to the warmth of his den just yet. He'd waited many moons for this moment, and he wasn't going to let a little breeze keep him away from it for even longer.

The sound of high-pitched mewling caught his attention, his ears suddenly pricking up. A sleek, pale blue head shining silver in the moonlight poked through a hole in the wooden fence, scanning the area for danger. Content with the results of her survey, she pushed the rest of her body through the hole, followed closely behind by two tiny kits. The waiting tom rushed over to meet them, giving the blue she-cat a lick on the cheek and twining his tail with hers. “Frostfeather,” He purred warmly. “You came.”

“Of course I did, Percy.” Frostfeather replied, flicking Percy’s ear playfully. “I promised, didn’t I? Four moons after they were born, that’s what we said. Well, I counted!” Her cheerful gaze floated down to her daughters, who were staring curiously at Percy, eyes wide. “Dawnkit,” She said, nodding at the first kit, whose shiny blue coat was even lighter than her mother’s and speckled with white, as though someone had leaped into the river and splashed her with snowy fur. “...and Larkkit.” Whereas Dawnkit clearly took after her mother, Larkkit’s silver tabby pelt clearly resembled her father’s, and her striking purple eyes looked right at home next to Percy’s deep indigo ones.

“Is this our father?” Larkkit asked, scampering away from Dawnkit and Frostfeather to investigate Percy.

“He doesn’t smell like a RiverClan cat.” Dawnkit observed, curling her nose at the unfamiliar Twoleg smells that clung to his fur. “Is he a kittypet?”

“No, he’s not a kittypet.” Frostfeather reassured Dawnkit, who now padded slowly after her sister. “He’s not a clan cat either, but he is your father.” Larkkit suddenly pounced onto Percy’s tail-tip.

“Well, I’m a strong RiverClan warrior, so I’m going to chase the scary rogues away!” She squealed gleefully.

“Not without me you won’t!” Dawnkit cried before joining Larkkit on Percy’s tail, apparently more comfortable now that she knew she had her sister backing her up.

“Now now, be nice you two.” Frostfeather scolded, but Percy played along and allowed the kits to climb onto his back, pretending to be pinned to the ground.

“They’re just being kits,” He said with a laugh as the two batted and nipped lightly at his ears. A few moments passed before they tumbled off him, turning their attention to pouncing on each other instead. “What lively little furballs you two are.” Percy commented as he stood up, licking a few stray hairs back into place.

Frostfeather purred contentedly, softly nuzzling her mate’s flank. “...You know, they’ll be apprentices soon.” The words gave a sudden weight to the cool night air. Percy paused in midlick, then gave a small nod and finished with a sigh.

“My offer from before still stands. If it ever gets too tough out there in the forest, I know plenty of places to find food and shelter here in the Twolegplace. I can take care of you. All of you.” He turned to Frostfeather, his hard azure stare boring into her, a strange mix of concern and determination. She held it for several heartbeats before breaking it to look back at the trees beyond the fence.

“I appreciate your offer, Percy,” Frostfeather spoke slowly and time seemed to hold still, the whole world waiting on her words. Even Dawnkit and Larkkit had stopped their rambunctious play to watch what their mother was going to say. “…But the forest is our home. Our ancestors have lived there for countless seasons. We belong by the river. We couldn’t possibly leave it.” Frostfeather held back the thought that she was already stretching her loyalties as it was by having kits with a loner, instead giving Percy a gentle lick on his forehead. "I know you've been worried since the day you saved me from that fox, but I'm not some soft, overfed kittypet." She motioned to Dawnkit and Larkkit with her tail. "We are RiverClan cats. We hold the cunning of leopards and the strength of tigers in our paws." Frostfeather's mouth formed her familiar smile, and she moved her tail to rest over Percy's shoulders, which had fallen into a small slump as she spoke. "We'll be fine."

Although he didn't respond at first, the sad smile Percy returned was all Frostfeather needed to know he'd understood. Her clanmates were her kin. Her heart belonged to them as much as it did to him. Slowly, Frostfeather's tail slipped off of Percy and she stood up. The moon had long passed its highest point in the sky and was well into its descent. Dawnkit's and Larkkit's youthful energy had comletely dissipated, and the two stood swaying against each other, occasionally letting out tiny yawns. "It's time we went home," Frostfeather announced wearily, gathering her kits with her tail. "We'll be back to visit soon, once they've been given their apprentice names."

Percy's chest ached at the thought of another long, painful wait to see his mate and kits again. He knew that there was too high a risk of being caught for them to visit regularly, and this time their meeting wouldn't be as far away as the last one—two or three moons at most. Even so, as he sat watching that silvery-blue outline disappear, swallowed by the inky darkness past the fence, Percy couldn't help but feel like he had an eternity of solitude ahead of him.

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"Dawnpaw! Dawnpaw, wake up!" Dawnpaw groaned at the chattering voice next to her ear and the all-too-familiar feeling of an insistent paw jabbing repeatedly at her flank. Groggily, she blinked open her eyes and found herself staring into the glee-filled face of an overly excited Larkpaw. "Ivyclaw and Minnowsplash said we have dawn patrol today. Can you believe it, Dawnpaw? Our first dawn patrol! Come on, it's even in your name, how can you not be excited?"

"That's great for you, but some of us actually don't have dawn patrol and would like to continue with our sleep, thank you very much." Snapped a grouchy Gorsepaw from the other side of the apprentice den. Dawnpaw began to formulate a retort, but Larkpaw didn't seem bothered by the older tom's remark and her will to speak withered as she saw her scramble outside.

"Come on, they're waiting for us!" Stretching, Dawnpaw gave herself a few quick licks before joining her sister outside. As expected, their mentors were waiting in the center of the camp, with Ivyclaw sitting patiently, tail-tip twitching slightly, and Minnowsplash watching Larkpaw bounce enthusiastically to and fro. Not too far away, Fallensnow, Frostfeather and Timbershade were waiting as well, and Dawnpaw assumed they’d been chosen to form the last half of their patrol.

“Where are we going to go patrol?” Larkpaw asked Minnowsplash

“Sunningrocks.” Ivyclaw replied before her mentor could answer. “Greenleaf will be here soon and ThunderClan has been growing bolder in trying to warm their pelts on them. We need to make sure they know to keep their paws on the other side of the border.”

Timbershade gave Ivyclaw a surprised look. “Ivyclaw…You said yourself that ThunderClan cats have been becoming more aggressive over Sunningrocks. Are you sure it would be wise to take Larkpaw and Dawnpaw with such a high chance of running into another patrol? They haven’t even been apprentices for a full moon yet!”

“I think I know what my apprentice is or isn’t capable of, Timbershade,” Ivyclaw mewed icily. “And if not, these are still skills she’ll need to learn eventually if she hopes to become a true RiverClan warrior.” She cast a glance at Dawnpaw, who suddenly felt hot in her fur and inconspicuously scooted closer to Larkpaw. A tense silence passed as the two warriors stood glaring at each other before Timbershade final gave in with a sigh.

“Very well. You know your apprentice than I do, and if Minnowsplash believes this is also within Larkpaw’s ability, I have no quarrels.” Minnowsplash started when the older warrior mentioned his name, but he quickly gave a nod of his head.

“It should be exciting,” The ginger tabby mewed with a smile towards his apprentice, but Larkpaw could hear the hesitation in his voice. Frostfeather seemed as if she were about to object further, but Fallensnow tapped her shoulder with his tail, gesturing for her to leave the subject. It would not do for Frostfeather to appear as though she was trying to soften her kits, and this was a fact she knew quite regrettably had to be accepted.

Larkpaw and Dawnpaw walked side by side as the patrol left the camp. Dawnpaw was painfully aware of the disapproving look Ivyclaw sent when she struggled to cross the thin stretch of water surrounding the small island that was their home. Larkpaw too noticed this, and once they reached the other side she tried to cheer her sister up with a comforting lick on the ear and a playful nudge. Dawnpaw flashed her a faint smile in return, but felt little reassurance.

A heavy fog of silence hung over all seven cats. Even Larkpaw, normally the most spirited of the bunch, walked with her tail low and ears flattened back. The brief conflict at the camp had been resolved, but the tension had still followed them, gradually becoming stronger with each pawstep until it quivered beneath their pelts like a storm about to break.

It wasn't until they arrived at Sunningrocks that any cat finally spoke. The fur on Fallensnow's back rose bristling and his icy eyes were narrowed. "ThunderClan's scent is fresh. Keep alert, they might still be around." Almost as if on cue, a harsh yowl split the air and five menacing shapes stepped out from behind the trees. A gray and white tom padded in front of them, ears shoved forward and lips drawn back to show snarling teeth.

"Sunningrocks belong to ThunderClan," He growled in a tone that did not invite debate, unsheathing his claws. The RiverClan patrol in turn unsheathed their own claws, taking defensive positions. Dawnpaw couldn't help but notice that the others had fanned out so that she and Larkpaw were behind them, something that brought her both a trickle of relief and annoyance. We're not kits! She thought, looking over at Larkpaw, but it seemed as though the white tabby had not even noticed, let alone taken offense.

"Sunningrocks have always belonged to RiverClan," Timbershade replied firmly but coolly. "Turn back now and we won't attack. We do not wish to fight you, Cloudtail."

The ThunderClan deputy's muscles bunched beneath his white-splotched pelt. "Maybe you cowards don't, but we're prepared to fight for what's ours!" With a screech, Cloudtail flung himself at Timbershade.

It was as if the last raindrop had fallen into a dangerously full river that caused a thunderous torrent to burst over. Angry yowls and cries pierced through the air as the cats lunged at each other. Larkpaw stuck close to Dawnpaw, their sides pressed together and their eyes darting frantically around in case someone tried to sneak up behind them.

At first, it seemed as though there were enough cats in their patrol to fight off the invaders even without what meager help they might be able to provide given their lack of battle training. These thoughts were cut by a screech from Fallensnow, who turned and ran from the clearing, his eyes screwed tightly shut and blood dripping down his face onto the ground. The ragged golden tabby he'd been fighting turned his attention towards Dawnpaw and Larkpaw, his emerald eyes glinting menacingly. "Has RiverClan become so desperate for fighters that they're sending kits out?" He sneered at them, his larger figure seeming to loom far overhead. "This is a fight for real warriors, you kits should get back to the nursery where you belong."

Larkpaw brought herself into an attack stance, one of the few she knew from the single session of battle training she'd had. She forced herself to look bravely in the tabby's eyes, and though Dawnpaw could feel from her quaking that Larkpaw was just as scared as she was, she did the same. If there was any chance of them winning, it would be with them working together. "We're not kits, we're apprentices! We can beat you." Larkpaw mewed defiantly.

"Alright then, let's see if you're better than your fishfaced Clanmate." Dawnpaw and Larkpaw rolled to opposite sides as the tabby pounced forward. A spike of concern shot through Dawnpaw as she realized they'd been separated already, but she shoved it away and took the chance to rake her claws down his haunches. She leapt back as he turned to face her with a growl, prepared to dart back around and do it again, when Larkpaw suddenly launched herself onto the ThunderClan warrior's back. Sinking her hindclaws in between his shoulder blades, Larkpaw batted relentlessly at his ears and face, sending him into a howling fury. Dawnpaw felt something flutter inside her and she wondered briefly if they could actually pull this off.

That hope came crashing down when Larkpaw was flung off, letting out a pained oof! as the wind was knocked out of her. "Larkpaw!" Dawnpaw cried, rushing to help her fallen sister. Her shout caught the attention of Ivyclaw, who was struggling under a cream and brown she-cat. Noticing the bleeding tom that had whirled angrily towards the young apprentices, Ivyclaw summoned a burst of strength to throw off the cat pinning her to the ground. She started to race towards Dawnpaw and Larkpaw, but Frostfeather was faster. With all the determination of a mother protecting her kits, Frostfeather barreled into the tabby’s side, knocking him off his paws. As they hit the ground, she used their momentum to roll safely out of range of his claws. However, the other warrior was quicker to recover than Frostfeather expected and took advantage of her momentary disorientation to aim a powerful kick at her with both hindlegs.

Frostfeather’s arc through the air was interrupted by one of the tall boulders jutting from the ground, which she slammed into with an audible thud. Dawnpaw and Larkpaw looked on in horror, the world seeming to slow down as if to ensure they did not miss this moment that lasted only a few heartbeats but felt like moons, to leave no doubt as to what had just happened. The sound of fighting cats died away in their ears. It was dim, distant, unimportant—the only thing that mattered was the image of their mother lying motionless in a growing circle of crimson.

Chancing a glance away from his fight with Cloudtail, Timbershade spotted Frostfeather’s still figure. There was no doubt that RiverClan was losing this fight. He ducked under a swipe from Cloudtail, jumping back out of his immediate range, and started to call for a retreat. The order never had a chance to leave his throat. A series of sharp yowls suddenly pierced through the din. Within heartbeats, more cats began to jump out from the river and join the battle. Timbershade felt relief wash over him. Fallensnow must’ve reached camp and alerted them to what was happening.

With their increased numbers, it didn’t take long for the tide to turn against the ThunderClan cats. While the rest of the warriors fought to push the last of the invaders back into the forest, Moonfire bounded over to where Dawnpaw and Larkpaw were crouched over Frostfeather. Wordlessly, they moved a few pawsteps aside and the medicine cat quickly went to work, covering the wound with cobwebs to stop the bleeding, but he knew it was a fruitless effort. She was too far gone for any cat to save. “She walks with StarClan now.” Moonfire rasped in grim tone.

Larkpaw let out a wail and Dawnpaw buried her face in her mother’s fur. Moonfire surveyed the clearing first for any more severely wounded, then for the cats with the least injuries. “Owlclaw, you and Dustpetal take Frostfeather back to the camp. I need to finish up here. Take Dawnpaw and Larkpaw with you. Ask Berrywhisker to give them some thyme for the shock.” The two cats nodded, padding over to the Frostfeather’s body. Dustpetal draped her tail gently over the apprentices’ shoulders.

“Your mother was a brave warrior.” She mewed softly. Dawnpaw’s tail drooped and Larkpaw gave a small sniffle. Dustpetal bent down to help Owlclaw lift up Frostfeather, signaling with her ears for the two of them to follow. Out of the corner of her eye, Larkpaw could see Ivyclaw licking a wound on her shoulder, purposely turned so that she would not have to watch them as they left.

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“Let all cats old enough to swim gather for a clan meeting!”

Larkpaw felt a tingle of excitement as Mothstar spoke the words that would commence the ceremony she’d been training all these moons for. She and Dawnpaw sat proudly at the center of the camp, watching as the rest of their Clanmates gathered around them, chattering among themselves in anticipation. Once every cat had settled in, Mothstar signaled for silence with a wave of her tail. “I, Mothstar, leader of RiverClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend them to you as warriors in their turn.” The leader looked between the two sisters as she called each of their names. “Dawnpaw, Larkpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your lives?”

Larkpaw’s tail-tip flicked happily and Dawnpaw’s eyes shone as they both gave their replies. “I do.”

“Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior names. Dawnpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Dawnwing. StarClan honors your courage and your cleverness. Larkpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Larkfeather. StarClan honors your enthusiasm and your spirit. We welcome both of you as full warriors of RiverClan.” Mothstar placed her muzzle on each of their heads and they in turn gave her shoulder fur a respectful lick. With the ceremony concluding, the gathered RiverClan cats began chanting the new warriors’ names boldly into the sky.

“Dawnwing! Larkfeather! Dawnwing! Larkfeather!” Both of them could hear their former mentors cheering the loudest, Minnowsplash practically doing flips and Ivyclaw’s face caught in a rare warm smile, green eyes glowing with pride and hope. After six long, hard moons of training, they had finally made it to the end of the tunnel. Dawnwing turned and opened her mouth to say something to Larkfeather, but she immediately stopped herself. Larkfeather was still beaming, as always, but the expression seemed off, in the slight way only the closest of friends and family ever noticed.

“Larkfeather? Are you alright?” Dawnwing asked as the chanting died down and cats began to return to their duties. Larkfeather started with a blink as Dawnwing called her name before giving a quick nod.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine!” She answered, trying to give a reassuring wave of her tail.

Dovewing still felt worry clawing through her pelt but she wasn't the type to press. "Alright then...If you say so."

Larkfeather's smile regained some of its comforting familiarity and she nudged Dovewing's side playfully. "Come on. We're warriors now! That means we get to sleep in the big warriors den with the others."

Dovewing let out an amused mewl. "Not tonight we don't. We still have to sit vigil for the night before we're officially warriors, remember?"

"Oh, right. I'd forgotten about that," Larkfeather replied sheepishly. Her expression turned mischievous. "Hey, there's still some time left before sundown. I have the perfect prank for Herringpaw and Mosspaw as celebration for us leaving the apprentice den."

"Oh? Do tell." Dovewing mewed with a small giggle as the two padded off behind the nursery to plot.

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Dawnwing had a feeling of deja vu when she woke to the incessant prodding of a paw. Her beginning of a sleepy reply was stopped by a whisper in her ear. "Meet me outside, I want to talk to you." Groggily, Dovewing pulled herself up, stepping cautiously around the rest of her denmates. A thin blanket of clouds covered the moon, letting through only the faintest light by which to see and making it appear as though it were only a fading ghost in the sky. About a foxlength away stood a shadowed figure, but Dawnwing knew exactly who it was.

"Larkfeather, it's barely past moonhigh," She mewed quietly as she walked over. "What do you want to tell me?"

Larkfeather glanced around, ensuring that they were the only two there. "I've been visiting Percy." She began slowly.

"And? So have I," Dawnwing said, stifling a yawn. "He's our father."

"But I've been going more than just once in a few moons like we usually do," Larkfeather licked her chest fur uncomfortably before continuing. "You remember what he told us, right? That we'd be safe in the Twolegplace?"

"I do but..." Dawnwing gasped. "You're not leaving are you? I know it can be hard sometimes but we're warriors! It's like you always said when we were apprentices. We can get through anything together."

Larkfeather's violet eyes glimmered. "Yeah, we can! That's why..." She gave a heartbeat of hesitation. "...why I want you to come with me. We could spend so much more time with each other and with Percy, and we'll never have to worry about foxes or patrols or anything like that. Just us."

"That'd be wonderful," Dawnwing sighed. "But I can't leave our Clanmates. And even though I never got over being a drypaw, I'd still miss seeing the river every day."

Larkfeather smiled sadly. "You should've been Dawnfeather. You'd honor our mother's name so much more than I can." Nuzzling her sister warmly, she added, "I still want you to be. Even if the rest of the clan calls you Dawnwing, I want you to think of yourself as Dawnfeather. For both mother and me. Okay?"

The finality with which Larkfeather was speaking brought pangs to Dawnwing's heart, but she nodded firmly. "I will. And you can call me that whenever I go to visit," A hint of a frown formed on her mouth. "But what will you be, if you're giving me your name?"

Larkfeather had a thoughtful look. "I'll be just Lark," She finally answered. "Not its feather or wing or song. Just a lark." Her gaze turned in the direction of Twolegplace. "I should get going, before anyone sees us." She murmured, drawing back from Dawnwing. "If anyone asks where I am, tell them I went hunting. I'll leave my scent by the gorge. When I don't come back and they find it, they'll think I fell in."

Dawnwing listened to the plan in silence. It was disquieting to think that she'd have to pretend Larkfeather was dead until she herself joined StarClan. But Larkfeather is gone. She's just Lark now. "May StarClan light your path." She mewed softly.

"And yours." Lark purred in response. She padded towards the edge of the camp and slipped quietly into the river, leaving hardly a ripple in the black water. When she reached the other side, she turned to take one last look at the island that had been her home for so long, but the misty darkness had already swallowed it.

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