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NOTE: The kitten full body image has different palette because Mottlekit is slowly growing to her actual look. Her future pelt is shown on the pelt images.
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Basic Information

: Name :: Mottlekit
: Past Names: -
: Nicknames:: Mottie, Mini-mum, Bright eyes
: Rank :: Kit
: Clan :: Willowclan

: Age :: 0-6 moons
: Gender :: She-cat
: Breed :: Birman/Unknown mix

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Appearance

: General appearance :: Big, orangeish brown she-kit with white muzzle, stomach, chest and paws, ginger patches and darker stripes running down her back.

: Build :: Muscular, Fluffy sausage
: Fur Texture :: Long, Soft
: Eye Color :: Baby blue (like every kitten)
: Notable features :: Big size

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Personality

{ Motherly| Picky | Passionate | Flirty | Sweet | Intelligent | Loyal }

Motherly "There, there. I’ll keep you safe…"

> If Mottlekit is anything, she is motherly. It might sound a bit out of place, as she herself is a kit still. But she is always fussing over other kittens, telling everyone to be careful and listen to their mother. Her biggest dream is to become a good mother, like her own mother or grandmother. Her big size easily gets her mistaken to be older than other kittens anyway, and she doesn’t mind it at all. She couldn’t wait to grow up and be a queen one beautiful day!

Picky "I doubt I can eat that… I want squirrel instead!"

> Mottlekit is very picky about everything. Where she sleeps, her food, and possibly her mate in the future. She still somehow manages to keep her big size, no matter how little she accepts to eat. This can make her extremely annoying to feed,

Passionate "You shouldn’t do it at all if you don’t put your heart to it!... This counts in love too…"

> Mottlekit has a certain passion for everything she does. She usually doesn’t play with other kits, but when she does, she puts her head and mind in it the best she can. She's also a passionate friend; you will never get rid of her when you've befriended her.

Flirty "Well, aren’t you a handsome tom…"

> Mottlekit's passion is often said to be a little much, as she also gets passionate about flirting. Her dream of becoming a mother someday has driven her on a hunt for mate, even at such young age. She never goes overboard with her flirting though, if she is told to go away and stop, she will. She doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, but it happens a little too often anyway. This behaviour will probably increase as she grows.

Sweet "Me, sweet? Ahh noo…."

> A trait she picked up from her mother. She's very sweet to everyone, kits, mothers, fathers... Not once will she pick a fight with anyone, and is willing to help everyone. She feels that all of her clan is her family, thus she acts like it. She’s extremely sweet to her closest friends and family though.

Intelligent "I got it now!"

> Trait picked from her father. Her passionate attitude has pushed her to be extra thoughtful of her doing, and she puts her mind into absolutely everything she does. She rarely makes mistakes because of this (atleast at kit age, nobody knows what happens at apprenticehood), but if she does, she tries to laugh them off. She thrives to try everything again and again, until succeeding. This might make her a bit of a perfectionist.

Loyal "I shall never betray your trust. You can always count on me!"

> Again her passion kicks in. She despises cats that cheat greatly, and will not tolerate such things. She herself would never consider leaving a mate, or a friend. A friend in need is her friend indeed! Her loyalty might make her a tad aggressive towards others. Her trust is easily betrayed, but she still wont quit being loyal. It’s a life long trait.

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History

: Kitten ::

> Mottlekit was born to Sweetsoul and Wolfcall, in Willowclan. Continuing Emberstar’s huge family line, with obvious traits of belonging to the family. Her big size got her noticed, her orange pelt really obviously descending from Emberstar and Sweetsoul. But the hint of brown and her intelligence was obviously a trait gotten from her father, Wolfcall. She was born just now, but as she slowly learns to walk, and operate on her own, her love for her clan increases. She can’t wait to see what life has to offer.

:: To Be Continued…. ::

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Likes

- Kittens
- Sweet toms
- Toms in general
- Being around other cats
- Flowers
- Calm environment
- New things
- Twoleg things
- Silence

Dislikes

- Big things such as tall trees and rocks
- Mud
- Flies
- Bad parenting
- Cheaters
- Cats who abandon responsibilities

Fun Facts
- Mottlekit is actually very curious and brave, but prefers to stay at the camp, looking after others (even at young age)
- She can’t climb very well or at all
- Her biggest life goal is to have a family. This is considered a bit odd for a cat her age.
- Mottlekit hums a lot, and she is said to have a calming effect to kittens and even older cats
- She thinks scars on toms are very attractive, and proves the tom being a great fighter
- She’s strong but can’t really understand why cats fight, when there could be peace
- Her strength and tactical skills would make her a very outstanding fighter, but she refuses to think that she’d ever do such thing

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Relationships

{ Family }
: Father :: Wolfcall
: Mother :: Sweetsoul
: Siblings :: Flamekit, Bunnykit, ??? (Will add once applications get in )

: Mentor/Apprentice :: None/None

: Crush :: None
: Mate/s :: None
: Kit/s :: None

{Thoughts and Feelings}
Despise
Loathe
Hate
Notable distrust
Neutral
Mixed Feelings
Acquaintance
Positive Acquaintance
Friend
Good Friend
Best Friend
Respect
Honours and submits to
Crush
Prominent Crush
Love
Cannot live without
Family
Mate
Apprentice
Mentor
Dead

:: Stoneclan ::
{Bullets} Name/Link :: Rank :: Owner
"Thoughts"

:: Willowclan::
{Bullets} Name/Link :: Rank :: Owner
"Thoughts"

:: Heatherclan ::
{Bullets} Name/Link :: Rank :: Owner
"Thoughts"

:: Iceclan ::
{Bullets} Name/Link :: Rank :: Owner
"Thoughts"

:: Other ::
{Bullets} Name/Link :: Rank :: Owner
"Thoughts"

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Roleplay Sample: 'From a forum Miscreant Marauders'

Bree appearing into the Cafeteria had made Joshua more than nervous. He was always nervous around someone with such authority, not just his Commander. The German tensed up even more when his Commander seemed to head straight at the cake.
Considering his options, Joshua quickly decided that he’d probably survive the day with his sweet stash, and he was a gentleman. It was extremely rude to leave a lady without food, if you were going to eat something yourself.Besides that, Bree looked like she had been working hard, and she deserved something to eat more than he did, obviously.

Joshua was completely dumbfounded by Bree’s next actions thought. She was… stepping off? Giving him the cake. His eye wide with the realisation of how much power he must have if the /Commander/ herself was stepping off because of him. The fact gave him a weird, light feeling and he forced himself to shake his head and accept it.
He could share though. And he definitely would. Who knew when the Commander would repay him for… Sharing a cake with her at lunch. That sounded more idiotic than it was in his mind. The German was glad that he didn’t say it out loud.

When he finally got off from his thought, he had noticed that Bree had moved to another target, the steak. He blinked, looking at the piece of cake, and back. Shrugging, he walked to it, and took it. Well, he probably wouldn’t dare to go to the Commander and ask if she wanted to share.
His thoughts soon switched to the Commander and that male mercenary with her. The whole Cafeteria was quiet for a while, until the male spoke.

"…. Though I acknowledge that I am fresh and probably quite tempting, I'm afraid that I am not on the menu today."

Josh quirked his eyebrows. That was either a bad joke or a worse pick up line. Slightly shifting on his feet, to see what had happened, his eye wide yet again.

“Is that… Is that a fork?”
He muttered, mostly to himself, staring at Nick’s hand and the fork still in it. Ow. That must’ve hurt a lot. Joshua almost whimpered, not knowing how he –as a medic- was supposed to react to something like this. He decided that it was better to be quiet and get out of sight while he still could do so. The mercenary would realise that he’d need medical attention by himself, Josh wouldn’t dare to think that he’d be stupid enough not to.

So he turned on his heels, stared forward, and started walking, trying to erase the whole scene from his mind.

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Character Submissions

[Apprentice]
[0/4]

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

[Warrior]
[0/4]

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

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Roleplay Options + Time Zone

:: Chats : Open
:: Skype : Open
:: Notes : Open
:: Comments : Closed

:: Time Zone :: UTC/GMT +2 hours

:: Roleplay Rating :: PG-18
: { Meaning that I'll rp anything you'd like, but if you mean to do something over PG-13 rated, I'd prefer to do it in private, like Skype, or notes. } :

:: Rp Tracker: -

:: Plot list: -

:: Other memes: -

Description

NOTE: The kitten full body image has different palette because Mottlekit is slowly growing to her actual look. Her future pelt is shown on the pelt images.
--------------------

Basic Information

: Name :: Mottlekit
: Past Names: -
: Nicknames:: Mottie, Mini-mum, Bright eyes
: Rank :: Kit
: Clan :: Willowclan

: Age :: 0-6 moons
: Gender :: She-cat
: Breed :: Birman/Unknown mix

--------------------

Appearance

: General appearance :: Big, orangeish brown she-kit with white muzzle, stomach, chest and paws, ginger patches and darker stripes running down her back.

: Build :: Muscular, Fluffy sausage
: Fur Texture :: Long, Soft
: Eye Color :: Baby blue (like every kitten)
: Notable features :: Big size

--------------------

Personality

{ Motherly| Picky | Passionate | Flirty | Sweet | Intelligent | Loyal }

Motherly "There, there. I’ll keep you safe…"

> If Mottlekit is anything, she is motherly. It might sound a bit out of place, as she herself is a kit still. But she is always fussing over other kittens, telling everyone to be careful and listen to their mother. Her biggest dream is to become a good mother, like her own mother or grandmother. Her big size easily gets her mistaken to be older than other kittens anyway, and she doesn’t mind it at all. She couldn’t wait to grow up and be a queen one beautiful day!

Picky "I doubt I can eat that… I want squirrel instead!"

> Mottlekit is very picky about everything. Where she sleeps, her food, and possibly her mate in the future. She still somehow manages to keep her big size, no matter how little she accepts to eat. This can make her extremely annoying to feed,

Passionate "You shouldn’t do it at all if you don’t put your heart to it!... This counts in love too…"

> Mottlekit has a certain passion for everything she does. She usually doesn’t play with other kits, but when she does, she puts her head and mind in it the best she can. She's also a passionate friend; you will never get rid of her when you've befriended her.

Flirty "Well, aren’t you a handsome tom…"

> Mottlekit's passion is often said to be a little much, as she also gets passionate about flirting. Her dream of becoming a mother someday has driven her on a hunt for mate, even at such young age. She never goes overboard with her flirting though, if she is told to go away and stop, she will. She doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, but it happens a little too often anyway. This behaviour will probably increase as she grows.

Sweet "Me, sweet? Ahh noo…."

> A trait she picked up from her mother. She's very sweet to everyone, kits, mothers, fathers... Not once will she pick a fight with anyone, and is willing to help everyone. She feels that all of her clan is her family, thus she acts like it. She’s extremely sweet to her closest friends and family though.

Intelligent "I got it now!"

> Trait picked from her father. Her passionate attitude has pushed her to be extra thoughtful of her doing, and she puts her mind into absolutely everything she does. She rarely makes mistakes because of this (atleast at kit age, nobody knows what happens at apprenticehood), but if she does, she tries to laugh them off. She thrives to try everything again and again, until succeeding. This might make her a bit of a perfectionist.

Loyal "I shall never betray your trust. You can always count on me!"

> Again her passion kicks in. She despises cats that cheat greatly, and will not tolerate such things. She herself would never consider leaving a mate, or a friend. A friend in need is her friend indeed! Her loyalty might make her a tad aggressive towards others. Her trust is easily betrayed, but she still wont quit being loyal. It’s a life long trait.

--------------------

History

: Kitten ::

> Mottlekit was born to Sweetsoul and Wolfcall, in Willowclan. Continuing Emberstar’s huge family line, with obvious traits of belonging to the family. Her big size got her noticed, her orange pelt really obviously descending from Emberstar and Sweetsoul. But the hint of brown and her intelligence was obviously a trait gotten from her father, Wolfcall. She was born just now, but as she slowly learns to walk, and operate on her own, her love for her clan increases. She can’t wait to see what life has to offer.

:: To Be Continued…. ::

--------------------
Likes

- Kittens
- Sweet toms
- Toms in general
- Being around other cats
- Flowers
- Calm environment
- New things
- Twoleg things
- Silence

Dislikes

- Big things such as tall trees and rocks
- Mud
- Flies
- Bad parenting
- Cheaters
- Cats who abandon responsibilities

Fun Facts
- Mottlekit is actually very curious and brave, but prefers to stay at the camp, looking after others (even at young age)
- She can’t climb very well or at all
- Her biggest life goal is to have a family. This is considered a bit odd for a cat her age.
- Mottlekit hums a lot, and she is said to have a calming effect to kittens and even older cats
- She thinks scars on toms are very attractive, and proves the tom being a great fighter
- She’s strong but can’t really understand why cats fight, when there could be peace
- Her strength and tactical skills would make her a very outstanding fighter, but she refuses to think that she’d ever do such thing

--------------------

Relationships

{ Family }
: Father :: Wolfcall
: Mother :: Sweetsoul
: Siblings :: Flamekit, Bunnykit, ??? (Will add once applications get in )

: Mentor/Apprentice :: None/None

: Crush :: None
: Mate/s :: None
: Kit/s :: None

{Thoughts and Feelings}
Despise
Loathe
Hate
Notable distrust
Neutral
Mixed Feelings
Acquaintance
Positive Acquaintance
Friend
Good Friend
Best Friend
Respect
Honours and submits to
Crush
Prominent Crush
Love
Cannot live without
Family
Mate
Apprentice
Mentor
Dead

:: Stoneclan ::
{Bullets} Name/Link :: Rank :: Owner
"Thoughts"

:: Willowclan::
{Bullets} Name/Link :: Rank :: Owner
"Thoughts"

:: Heatherclan ::
{Bullets} Name/Link :: Rank :: Owner
"Thoughts"

:: Iceclan ::
{Bullets} Name/Link :: Rank :: Owner
"Thoughts"

:: Other ::
{Bullets} Name/Link :: Rank :: Owner
"Thoughts"

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Roleplay Sample: 'From a forum Miscreant Marauders'

Bree appearing into the Cafeteria had made Joshua more than nervous. He was always nervous around someone with such authority, not just his Commander. The German tensed up even more when his Commander seemed to head straight at the cake.
Considering his options, Joshua quickly decided that he’d probably survive the day with his sweet stash, and he was a gentleman. It was extremely rude to leave a lady without food, if you were going to eat something yourself.Besides that, Bree looked like she had been working hard, and she deserved something to eat more than he did, obviously.

Joshua was completely dumbfounded by Bree’s next actions thought. She was… stepping off? Giving him the cake. His eye wide with the realisation of how much power he must have if the /Commander/ herself was stepping off because of him. The fact gave him a weird, light feeling and he forced himself to shake his head and accept it.
He could share though. And he definitely would. Who knew when the Commander would repay him for… Sharing a cake with her at lunch. That sounded more idiotic than it was in his mind. The German was glad that he didn’t say it out loud.

When he finally got off from his thought, he had noticed that Bree had moved to another target, the steak. He blinked, looking at the piece of cake, and back. Shrugging, he walked to it, and took it. Well, he probably wouldn’t dare to go to the Commander and ask if she wanted to share.
His thoughts soon switched to the Commander and that male mercenary with her. The whole Cafeteria was quiet for a while, until the male spoke.

"…. Though I acknowledge that I am fresh and probably quite tempting, I'm afraid that I am not on the menu today."

Josh quirked his eyebrows. That was either a bad joke or a worse pick up line. Slightly shifting on his feet, to see what had happened, his eye wide yet again.

“Is that… Is that a fork?”
He muttered, mostly to himself, staring at Nick’s hand and the fork still in it. Ow. That must’ve hurt a lot. Joshua almost whimpered, not knowing how he –as a medic- was supposed to react to something like this. He decided that it was better to be quiet and get out of sight while he still could do so. The mercenary would realise that he’d need medical attention by himself, Josh wouldn’t dare to think that he’d be stupid enough not to.

So he turned on his heels, stared forward, and started walking, trying to erase the whole scene from his mind.

--------------------

Character Submissions

[Apprentice]
[0/4]

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

[Warrior]
[0/4]

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

--------------------

Roleplay Options + Time Zone

:: Chats : Open
:: Skype : Open
:: Notes : Open
:: Comments : Closed

:: Time Zone :: UTC/GMT +2 hours

:: Roleplay Rating :: PG-18
: { Meaning that I'll rp anything you'd like, but if you mean to do something over PG-13 rated, I'd prefer to do it in private, like Skype, or notes. } :

:: Rp Tracker: -

:: Plot list: -

:: Other memes: -