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TGB . Grey-Fire . Niach

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Art by the beautiful Bayflight. <3 Thank you so much. ;u;


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:bulletpink:Name;; Niach



:bulletpink:Kit Name;; Slate



:bulletpink:Gender;; Female



:bulletpink:Age;; 1 Season-cycle



:bulletpink:Tribe;; Fire-Tribe



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



:bulletpink:Accessories;; None.



:bulletpink:Ability;; Secondary (Fire / Shield)



:bulletpink:Rank;; Apprentice



:bulletpink:Tribe Tattoo;; Pink-Orange-Fire



:bulletpink:Soulbound;; None



:bulletpink:Skills;; SKILL 1; Block the Pebble | SKILL 2; Running Over Lava | SKILL 3; Small Shield



:bulletpink:Personality;;

|Brave || Straight-Forward || Stubborn || Feisty || Irritable || Motivated|


Brave; Though perhaps not the strongest cat in her tribe, Niach is definitely a brave one. She isn’t the type to back down from a challenge, be it from one of the other apprentices, or a cat twice her size. Even when the threat of the caimans loomed over the land, Niach felt no shred of fear. Some may envy such bravery – most pity it. There is nothing to be proud of if foolish courage gets you killed.


Straight-Forward; Some cats have a special filter between their brain and their mouth which prevents unsavoury comments from pouring out . . . Niach not so much. When something is on her mind, whether the opinion is favourable or frowned upon, she isn’t the type of she-cat who will keep such things to herself. This trait isn’t always appreciated, but it does save time beating around the bush and helps get right down to business.


Stubborn; Sometimes it’s good to have a strong backbone – and sometimes it’s better to go with the flow. While Niach has definitely mastered the unbending side of the spectrum, she has yet to accept the fact that she can’t always be right and has to listen to the wisdom of others. Although she’s doing her best, the spunky young Fire has quite the stubborn streak . . . especially when it comes to being told what to do.


Feisty; Always wanting to prove her worth and be valued for her strengths, Niach does not take kindly to being criticized. She has a horrible habit of arguing against anyone who dares fling a taunt in her direction, and she strives to stand out among her peers. While the young Pink-Orange would prefer to get along with everyone, she can’t help getting just a bit hot-headed and snippy on occasion. She’s just as strong as any ol’ tom, and she’ll claw the whiskers of any cat who dares to disagree!


Irritable; For whatever ridiculous reason, Niach is extremely impatient and short-tempered. One whisker out of place or a casual misinterpreted glance can set the she-cat off. Even the unwanted disruption caused by a cricket chirruping in the night is enough to put Niach in a foul mood. May the Spirits help any feline who has the misfortune of stumbling upon the lass after she’s woken up on the wrong side of her nest.


Motivated; With something of an inferiority complex and the constant feeling of being over-shadowed by her daintier, prettier sister, Niach tends to overwork herself. If the Tribe needs prey or there’s training to be done, she’s always at the front of her line in an attempt to prove her value. Secretly she covets the attention of the Silver-Fire, while at the same time trying to keep him at a distance. If he loves his little Meilani better, then fine! Niach doesn’t need her father’s recognition, as long as the rest of her Tribe notices her.




:bulletpink:Background;;

Niach’s first retained memory is that of other mewling kits and warmth. Her eyes had only just started to open, her tiny body still somewhat useless as far as travelling is concerned. The scent was earthy, and entirely different from the warm, ashy smell carrier around by all Fire-Tribe cats. No, the scent was that of Earth-Tribe, and of her mother and her siblings.


Though memories of the Earth-Tribe nursery are few and far between, some still linger amid the shattered peace and wide-spread confusion that hazes other parts of Niach’s earlier days. After Firo had ventured into the Bog of Moving Rocks, and uncovered the chilling truth there, all cats of Earth-Tribe had been forced to relocate.


By the time Niach reached six moons, she had known three different homes. At first, adjusting to life in Fire-Tribe was challenging. Though her sister was sent to dwell with the cats of Air-Tribe, the other three kits had the fortune of ending up together within Fire-Tribe (Spirits have mercy on Castail). Even with Rain and River nearby, the changes were still difficult to accept. She had to see her father every day – which was quite frustrating for the bitter young cat – and she had to accept that her mother would no longer be nearby.


Still, Niach found comfort in the kind but firm teachings of her mentor, Asher. As reluctant to be bossed around as she was, the newly apprenticed Fire-triber could not help respecting the older tom. Barely out of adolescence, he was a skilled warrior and a great teacher.


(More to be added as she ages and interacts.)



:bulletpink:Family;;


Name | Gender | Status | Tribe | Profession


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


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


Siblings:
Bloom (Meilani) | Female | Alive | Air-Tribe | Apprentice
Rain (Ladislava) | Male | Alive | Fire-Tribe | Apprentice
River (Psych) | Male | Alive | Fire-Tribe | Apprentice



:bulletpink: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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Bayflight's avatar
Niach!  :dummy:  So glad she's done ;u; <333