[Kit] Slate (Niach)

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Name;; Niach


Kit Name;; Slate


Gender;; Female


Age;; 0 moons


Tribe;; Earth (Future Fire)


Breed;; Russian Blue / Australian Mist / Rag Doll X Himalayan Lynx Point / Mainecoon.


Accessories;; None.


Ability;; Secondary (Fire / Shield)


Rank;; Kit


Tribe Tattoo;; None (Future Pink-Fire)


Soulbound;; None


Skills;; None


Personality;;
|Brave || Straight-Forward || Stubborn || Feisty || Irritable || Motivated || Oddball|

Brave; WIP

Straight-Forward; WIP

Stubborn; WIP

Fiesty; WIP

Irritable; WIP

Motivated; WIP

Oddball; WIP


Family;;

Name | Gender | Status | Tribe | Profession

Father:
Castail | Male | Alive | Fire-Tribe | Deputy

Mother:
Vendetta | Female | Alive | Earth-Tribe | Guard

Siblings:
Bloom (Meilani) | Female | Alive | Earth-Tribe | Kit
Rain (Ladislava) | Male | Alive | Earth-Tribe | Kit
River (Psych) | Male | Alive | Earth-Tribe | Kit


Background;;
WIP


Relationships;;
= Soulbound
= Family
= Acquaintance
= Friend
= Good friend / Best friend
= Crush / Attraction
= Love / Mate
= Discomfort / Dislike









RP Example;;
(Taken from an rp with ~Verilidali.)

||Pink-Orange-Earth | Shasta | Bog of Moving Rocks|| Each step was slow, measured out in a manner that would maximize mobility and minimize pain. The trail of paw prints left behind in the rapidly-deteriorating snow and sticky mud was uneven, revealing a lurch to the gait of whomever had left the tracks. White toes sinking into the spongy, a young Pink-Orange-Earth picked her way carefully toward the edge of the Bog of Moving Rocks. Faintly, the feeling of being watched struck her, though the she-cat brushed it aside as unwarranted paranoia, something she had, over the span of her life, grown accustomed to.

Vision hindered by the rolling fog that made itself at home around the bog, Shasta angled her ears backward with discomfort. The desire to turn back and return to camp seemed to be a constant persistence, yet she ignored it. An unsettling desire, a curiosity that was natural, urged the young feline to proceed. She had heard the stories that circulated in regards to the marsh, had woken from many nightmares regarding that very location, and yet she found herself drawn to the murky bog like a moth to a flame.

Shasta had explored the area once previously. And no harm came to you. Stop being such a coward. Though she mentally chided herself for thinking like a terrified kit, the Pink-Orange-Earth found her surroundings to be somewhat disconcerting.

The faint sound of movement not far off caused the small brown and cream she-cat to halt, and her ears pricked nervously. Green hues flickered anxiously from side to side, and the distinct sound of paws squelching through slush and muck reached her. A bubble of panic welled up within Shasta’s chest, her muscles screeching that she should turn, should run, and do anything other than stand like a stump in the mud! Jerking around to take off, a hiss of pain surged from between the she-cat’s parted jaws, and she stumbled. In her haste, all concern for her wounded shoulder had fled. Though the wound was neither fatal nor of dire concern, Shasta’s movement was greatly hindered, and she had been taking great care not to strain her throbbing shoulder.

Subconsciously, the young Earth-Triber’s ears swivelled in the direction the paw steps appeared to originate and, disregarding the pain that lanced through her injuries, Shasta took off in the opposite direction. She didn’t care where she was going, or where she ended up, all she wanted was to get away from whatever horrible creature could be advancing upon her! Quite unexpectedly, the she-cat found herself slamming muzzle-first into a rather solid entity.

Hitting the muddy, sodden ground in a dazed heap, the Pink-Orange-Earth stared blankly up at the clouding sky. She had always been a tad reckless when swathed in a bout of fear, but usually she was careful not to crash into anything . . . or, rather, she tried to be. Her blind terror often made things such as trees, bodies of water, rocks, and even other cats completely invisible to her conscious mind. Though her eyes may see the obstacle, it was as though her mind refused to comprehend its presence.

Regardless of whether she had crashed into an inanimate object, or another creature, Shasta squeaked out a meek apology. “Sorry about that . . .”


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