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Thanks so much for the invitation ;v;
I'm apologizing again for throwing in another derpy wall of text. Thank you if you decided to offer your time reading. ;7;

WARNING: WALL OF GIGANTIC DERPY TEXT AHEAD.

Meow...?

Name: Cilfer Cuffin Catsidthe or C.C.
Pet name: Cherish
Reason for Visiting: Family Vacation
Age: 14 years old (physically a 11-12 year old human child or a 12 month old kitten)
Height: 5'0" ft.
Weight: 85 lbs (human) or 3 lbs (kitten)
Species: Ailuranthrope A.K.A. Werecat (Savannah kitten)
Birthday: July 4
Blood Type: A+

Personality:
Shrewd and thick-skinned, he may come off cold and unsociable towards others especially to those he deems as strangers. He would rather be in solitude than in the presence of people he has no care about and yet contradict himself by yearning for love and affection.

He is often considered to be immature and selfish when in reality he thinks like a grown-up. He doesn't take any situation lightly and tries to take measures especially when put in a crisis. He generally has little to no concern towards the other people in the inn. At the sign of danger, he would immediately flee the premises and take advantage of his cat form unless he suddenly gets guilty or something.

Once he's learned to warm up to someone though, his childish and sweet side tends to show. He'll later regret showing a single ounce of kindness towards anyone and pretend he still doesn't care by dismissing it as a feline whim. He also has an unconscious likelihood to be possessive over people he learned to like.

History:
"I don't remember much about what happened to me or my family. Personally, they are just mere memories that felt like it happened so many years ago. Sometimes I confused them with dreams... nothing but unreliable illusions and wishful thinking that my younger and incompetent self has concocted. I was sure of one thing though... I knew I had an older brother. The oldest memory I have of him is his feline form that was much bigger, stronger, and more majestic than mine. I could only make out that we were in the forest that was blanketed with a thick sheet of white snow. I guess it was winter that time since it was much colder than I could bear, being a very small and helpless kitten that I was. Brother was carrying me in a small blanket so I couldn't clearly tell what was happening. It seems we were running away from something though... I can't see but they had that horrible stench of humans and their mongrels of a bloodhound. Sounds of my brother's weary breathing and swift yet light footsteps were being drowned away by the noise of barking and gunshots... and those noises seem to keep on getting louder over time. When the barking got too loud I knew they were near, everything just shook and I knew my brother was toppled over. Fear and anxiety just took me over as the sounds of snarling, biting, and slashing just happened in mere seconds... and I just felt like I was tossed. What was happening to me...? Is brother alright...? I couldn't feel my brother's warm breathing anymore and I felt I was simply falling and falling. Did I die? If I did... I didn't want it to hurt once I reach the bottom of the abyss. Since this is going downwards... I assumed God didn't want me since I was supposed to go up. I wonder... the adults always say hell was filled with fire so it's going to be hot isn't it...? I never expected I would feel something so rock solid... it hurt but I suddenly felt numbed the moment sheer coldness enveloped my small body. Wait... I thought this was hell... but why it so cold and was this water? I opened my eyes to see I was at a bottom of a cliff... in a flowing chilling river to make things worse. Rather than be thankful I was alive, I found myself struggling to breathe... I felt like my body is being torn from different directions and getting hit against rocks or stray wood. The current was so strong that trying to swim for dear life is rendered futile. Out of desperation, I cried for my brother to save me as I was being swept away... only seeing a glimpse of him getting overwhelmed by those mutts... At that moment, part of me wished that fate would just take me already from this suffering but spare brother and part of me wished I was stronger and older so I could've protected him. Everything just turned black now since I couldn't take it anymore...

"I woke up, feeling like I was beaten up so badly since every part of me ached so much. Is death supposed to hurt like this? I guess not since it's not supposed to be so noisy either. There was this little boy who made an unnecessary fuss at the fact I was awake, excitedly calling out to his parents about my improved condition. I guess I was saved, judging from how the boy said he’s so happy at the fact he didn't give up nursing me when he found me. As much I feel indebted towards them, I can't help but feel annoyed with how ignorant these humans are for just bringing home a creature that wasn't just some mere stray cat. Even though I didn't like them... I couldn't help but also feel safe for some reason. Probably a few weeks went by until I healed completely and the kid, who mentioned his name is Cody, brought me outside of the house. He told me that since I'm all okay now I can go where ever I want. Strange how he spoke to me as if I was a person too, telling me advice like how to cross the street or look for a doctor if I'm sick... and the most ridiculous one is that I should call this number he gave me so he could help me if I'm in trouble. How does this naive little kid expect a kitten to call and just meow throughout the entire conversation?! I couldn't help but find this kid to be really dumb and yet... I didn't want to leave him. I can't believe I grew attached to this dummy... but I never regretted this decision to follow him back. I couldn't understand what I felt when he said, "Welcome home, Cherish", a feeling that humans would probably consider as love. Ridiculous and childish the pet name, Cherish, may be... I never disliked it and I went with this name for years to come. I guess it was a happy five years of my typical cat life, being with the family of three and watching my young master grow up everywhere except for his unfortunately dumb brain. Despite the certain flaws, I loved them so much that I didn't feel like a pet but rather a member of their family. I sometimes forget I'm no regular housecat for never transforming into my human form all this time, forgetting what it is like to be human. Even though I was having a great time, I never forgot about my brother still. Part of me will always believe he is somewhere out there alive and well, no longer clinging to false hope that I'll ever see him again. I could only wish he was out there, happy and able to move on without me by now.

"On the sixth winter, the entire family wanted to go for a winter wonderland vacation in some inn called "The Clover Club" by the mountains. I was glad they decided to bring me along since it sounded fun but I couldn't seem to shake off a bad feeling that something was wrong. Little did I know that fun isn't the only thing that came with the package deal towards this godforsaken place... On the very first day we got there, we realized once checked-in… we could never checkout. We also later find out we could no longer leave beyond the inn's territory. Strange how any effort will be rendered futile for some reason... it was like nature itself was preventing escape since snowstorms suddenly appear out of nowhere and stop anyone cold in their tracks. Even though no one in the inn has ever managed to escape at all, the parents never lost hope as they pondered on how we could all escape. The parents discussed it among themselves while staying in our seemingly "safe" room. To keep my young master from worrying too much, I tried to be playful with him. I was happy it worked as he thought we should play a little game of "hide-and-seek", a game I'm ever so professional at. He was "it" so he stayed in the room with his parents, counting off the seconds I am given to hide. I went out the room and hid behind a large curtain just along the hall, not straying too far so I could give Cody a good chance to find me. He gets all happy if he finds me after all and I always found his smiles charming. I waited and waited... until I realized something was wrong... Was my hiding spot too hard to find? I decided to let myself be found now as I went back to the room, expecting to be welcomed by a warm and tight hug. What greeted me was an empty room that was absent of any life... well... at least just mere traces of it as I saw everything was dyed deep red. I couldn't breathe as I tried to process what had just happened; it was as if my heart stopped. I felt sick to the gut at the macabre sight, the awful smell, and most of all... the undeniable reality that these pools of blood belonged to people I knew… my family. My disgust was immediately overwhelmed by shock... and my shock just evolved to unbearable anguish. The thought of being helpless from preventing a tragedy swallowed me once again. I was just outside… so close by... I could’ve— If I was there with them, would I have been able to protect them... or just join them and disappear forever as well? Oh the possibilities… but somehow the second one didn’t seem too bad. I actually wished that I've been killed as well... then maybe I could still be held by those loving arms again of my dear master... But it looks like I will never be granted that chance again…

"I never knew living was so bittersweet... especially after losing, twice, the people I loved so much... my family. I have no one to turn to anymore…”

Likes:
- Family
- Fish (especially salmon)
- Sleeping
- Feathers
- Yarns
- Milk
- High places
- Fluffy and soft things

Dislikes:
- Anyone calling him other things aside from C.C.
- Being touched by strangers
- Dogs
- Hot drinks
- Large bodies of water
- Cat fanatics
- Cheap cat food
- Hugs

Additional Facts:
- Cilfer Cuffin is derived from "Silver Coffin" while Catsidthe is derived from "Cat Sith". C.C. unfortunately doesn't remember his family name though... but he vaguely remembers it sounding like "cat shit".
- He swore revenge upon the murderer(s) of his family, even if it turns out they are the evil spirits of the inn.
- He often roams around in his cat form, trying to pretend and pass off as one of the cats who take refuge in the inn.
- The red bow is worn by both his cat and human form. Although the rest of his clothes don't just disappear or reappear like magic... if you know what I mean.
- The red bow is probably the most important possession to him. It once belonged to Cody's mother who wore it in her younger years and Cody is the one who gave it to the small kitten.
- The clothes that he wears once belonged to Cody whose size is fortunately similar to his. Cody's age and frame is that of an eleven year old.
- Since he hasn't used his human form for so many years, his cat traits (hair color and patterns, slit-shaped pupils, ears, tail, and canines) can't be hidden or made to look more human.
- He still does typical feline mannerisms even as a human: licking oneself, sitting like a cat, purring when contented, curling when sleeping, perching on high places, and pouncing when he's playful
- He still has trouble walking around with two legs so he has a need to cling to the person beside him.
- Catnip still affects him even in his human form.
- Despite hating dogs with a passion, there is only one he learned to like and occasionally hang out with although he would never admit it.
- He shares a room with a certain adorable yet unfortunately idiotic young werewolf along with his tall and hot brother.

Preferred Role Play methods:
Chatroom, skype, and comments

Description

Guest Character Application
Thanks so much for the invitation ;v;
I'm apologizing again for throwing in another derpy wall of text. Thank you if you decided to offer your time reading. ;7;

WARNING: WALL OF GIGANTIC DERPY TEXT AHEAD.

Meow...?

Name: Cilfer Cuffin Catsidthe or C.C.
Pet name: Cherish
Reason for Visiting: Family Vacation
Age: 14 years old (physically a 11-12 year old human child or a 12 month old kitten)
Height: 5'0" ft.
Weight: 85 lbs (human) or 3 lbs (kitten)
Species: Ailuranthrope A.K.A. Werecat (Savannah kitten)
Birthday: July 4
Blood Type: A+

Personality:
Shrewd and thick-skinned, he may come off cold and unsociable towards others especially to those he deems as strangers. He would rather be in solitude than in the presence of people he has no care about and yet contradict himself by yearning for love and affection.

He is often considered to be immature and selfish when in reality he thinks like a grown-up. He doesn't take any situation lightly and tries to take measures especially when put in a crisis. He generally has little to no concern towards the other people in the inn. At the sign of danger, he would immediately flee the premises and take advantage of his cat form unless he suddenly gets guilty or something.

Once he's learned to warm up to someone though, his childish and sweet side tends to show. He'll later regret showing a single ounce of kindness towards anyone and pretend he still doesn't care by dismissing it as a feline whim. He also has an unconscious likelihood to be possessive over people he learned to like.

History:
"I don't remember much about what happened to me or my family. Personally, they are just mere memories that felt like it happened so many years ago. Sometimes I confused them with dreams... nothing but unreliable illusions and wishful thinking that my younger and incompetent self has concocted. I was sure of one thing though... I knew I had an older brother. The oldest memory I have of him is his feline form that was much bigger, stronger, and more majestic than mine. I could only make out that we were in the forest that was blanketed with a thick sheet of white snow. I guess it was winter that time since it was much colder than I could bear, being a very small and helpless kitten that I was. Brother was carrying me in a small blanket so I couldn't clearly tell what was happening. It seems we were running away from something though... I can't see but they had that horrible stench of humans and their mongrels of a bloodhound. Sounds of my brother's weary breathing and swift yet light footsteps were being drowned away by the noise of barking and gunshots... and those noises seem to keep on getting louder over time. When the barking got too loud I knew they were near, everything just shook and I knew my brother was toppled over. Fear and anxiety just took me over as the sounds of snarling, biting, and slashing just happened in mere seconds... and I just felt like I was tossed. What was happening to me...? Is brother alright...? I couldn't feel my brother's warm breathing anymore and I felt I was simply falling and falling. Did I die? If I did... I didn't want it to hurt once I reach the bottom of the abyss. Since this is going downwards... I assumed God didn't want me since I was supposed to go up. I wonder... the adults always say hell was filled with fire so it's going to be hot isn't it...? I never expected I would feel something so rock solid... it hurt but I suddenly felt numbed the moment sheer coldness enveloped my small body. Wait... I thought this was hell... but why it so cold and was this water? I opened my eyes to see I was at a bottom of a cliff... in a flowing chilling river to make things worse. Rather than be thankful I was alive, I found myself struggling to breathe... I felt like my body is being torn from different directions and getting hit against rocks or stray wood. The current was so strong that trying to swim for dear life is rendered futile. Out of desperation, I cried for my brother to save me as I was being swept away... only seeing a glimpse of him getting overwhelmed by those mutts... At that moment, part of me wished that fate would just take me already from this suffering but spare brother and part of me wished I was stronger and older so I could've protected him. Everything just turned black now since I couldn't take it anymore...

"I woke up, feeling like I was beaten up so badly since every part of me ached so much. Is death supposed to hurt like this? I guess not since it's not supposed to be so noisy either. There was this little boy who made an unnecessary fuss at the fact I was awake, excitedly calling out to his parents about my improved condition. I guess I was saved, judging from how the boy said he’s so happy at the fact he didn't give up nursing me when he found me. As much I feel indebted towards them, I can't help but feel annoyed with how ignorant these humans are for just bringing home a creature that wasn't just some mere stray cat. Even though I didn't like them... I couldn't help but also feel safe for some reason. Probably a few weeks went by until I healed completely and the kid, who mentioned his name is Cody, brought me outside of the house. He told me that since I'm all okay now I can go where ever I want. Strange how he spoke to me as if I was a person too, telling me advice like how to cross the street or look for a doctor if I'm sick... and the most ridiculous one is that I should call this number he gave me so he could help me if I'm in trouble. How does this naive little kid expect a kitten to call and just meow throughout the entire conversation?! I couldn't help but find this kid to be really dumb and yet... I didn't want to leave him. I can't believe I grew attached to this dummy... but I never regretted this decision to follow him back. I couldn't understand what I felt when he said, "Welcome home, Cherish", a feeling that humans would probably consider as love. Ridiculous and childish the pet name, Cherish, may be... I never disliked it and I went with this name for years to come. I guess it was a happy five years of my typical cat life, being with the family of three and watching my young master grow up everywhere except for his unfortunately dumb brain. Despite the certain flaws, I loved them so much that I didn't feel like a pet but rather a member of their family. I sometimes forget I'm no regular housecat for never transforming into my human form all this time, forgetting what it is like to be human. Even though I was having a great time, I never forgot about my brother still. Part of me will always believe he is somewhere out there alive and well, no longer clinging to false hope that I'll ever see him again. I could only wish he was out there, happy and able to move on without me by now.

"On the sixth winter, the entire family wanted to go for a winter wonderland vacation in some inn called "The Clover Club" by the mountains. I was glad they decided to bring me along since it sounded fun but I couldn't seem to shake off a bad feeling that something was wrong. Little did I know that fun isn't the only thing that came with the package deal towards this godforsaken place... On the very first day we got there, we realized once checked-in… we could never checkout. We also later find out we could no longer leave beyond the inn's territory. Strange how any effort will be rendered futile for some reason... it was like nature itself was preventing escape since snowstorms suddenly appear out of nowhere and stop anyone cold in their tracks. Even though no one in the inn has ever managed to escape at all, the parents never lost hope as they pondered on how we could all escape. The parents discussed it among themselves while staying in our seemingly "safe" room. To keep my young master from worrying too much, I tried to be playful with him. I was happy it worked as he thought we should play a little game of "hide-and-seek", a game I'm ever so professional at. He was "it" so he stayed in the room with his parents, counting off the seconds I am given to hide. I went out the room and hid behind a large curtain just along the hall, not straying too far so I could give Cody a good chance to find me. He gets all happy if he finds me after all and I always found his smiles charming. I waited and waited... until I realized something was wrong... Was my hiding spot too hard to find? I decided to let myself be found now as I went back to the room, expecting to be welcomed by a warm and tight hug. What greeted me was an empty room that was absent of any life... well... at least just mere traces of it as I saw everything was dyed deep red. I couldn't breathe as I tried to process what had just happened; it was as if my heart stopped. I felt sick to the gut at the macabre sight, the awful smell, and most of all... the undeniable reality that these pools of blood belonged to people I knew… my family. My disgust was immediately overwhelmed by shock... and my shock just evolved to unbearable anguish. The thought of being helpless from preventing a tragedy swallowed me once again. I was just outside… so close by... I could’ve— If I was there with them, would I have been able to protect them... or just join them and disappear forever as well? Oh the possibilities… but somehow the second one didn’t seem too bad. I actually wished that I've been killed as well... then maybe I could still be held by those loving arms again of my dear master... But it looks like I will never be granted that chance again…

"I never knew living was so bittersweet... especially after losing, twice, the people I loved so much... my family. I have no one to turn to anymore…”

Likes:
- Family
- Fish (especially salmon)
- Sleeping
- Feathers
- Yarns
- Milk
- High places
- Fluffy and soft things

Dislikes:
- Anyone calling him other things aside from C.C.
- Being touched by strangers
- Dogs
- Hot drinks
- Large bodies of water
- Cat fanatics
- Cheap cat food
- Hugs

Additional Facts:
- Cilfer Cuffin is derived from "Silver Coffin" while Catsidthe is derived from "Cat Sith". C.C. unfortunately doesn't remember his family name though... but he vaguely remembers it sounding like "cat shit".
- He swore revenge upon the murderer(s) of his family, even if it turns out they are the evil spirits of the inn.
- He often roams around in his cat form, trying to pretend and pass off as one of the cats who take refuge in the inn.
- The red bow is worn by both his cat and human form. Although the rest of his clothes don't just disappear or reappear like magic... if you know what I mean.
- The red bow is probably the most important possession to him. It once belonged to Cody's mother who wore it in her younger years and Cody is the one who gave it to the small kitten.
- The clothes that he wears once belonged to Cody whose size is fortunately similar to his. Cody's age and frame is that of an eleven year old.
- Since he hasn't used his human form for so many years, his cat traits (hair color and patterns, slit-shaped pupils, ears, tail, and canines) can't be hidden or made to look more human.
- He still does typical feline mannerisms even as a human: licking oneself, sitting like a cat, purring when contented, curling when sleeping, perching on high places, and pouncing when he's playful
- He still has trouble walking around with two legs so he has a need to cling to the person beside him.
- Catnip still affects him even in his human form.
- Despite hating dogs with a passion, there is only one he learned to like and occasionally hang out with although he would never admit it.
- He shares a room with a certain adorable yet unfortunately idiotic young werewolf along with his tall and hot brother.

Preferred Role Play methods:
Chatroom, skype, and comments