Post by ♏aple♢ on Sept 1, 2015 18:04:10 GMT
 Rosekit If it’s family, you protect. Doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not. general info
APPEARANCE
Rose isn't exactly the picture of a forest cat. He's not big, strong, grizzly or gruff. You might say 'well he's only two moons old!', but the fact of the matter is that he'll never be any of those things. After all, his mother was a kittypet. His father, too, depending on which version of the story that you believe. Rose will always be a dainty tom, slim and slender with small paws, thin bones, and spindly legs. But he doesn't mind too much, and if any other cat does then who asked them! Rose is perfectly comfortable with his build. It helps him find the best hiding spots! His fur is bright red- hence the name. He takes after his mother's brilliantly vibrant fur- something that Poinsetta was ecstatic about. She adored her kits, and in both he and his sister's case would go on about how lovely their coats were. His pelt is short and not too dense- terrible for the northern weather certainly, but good for running and jumping. And keeping clean! His eyes are a rich golden- a telltale sign of the breed, while his nose and pawpads are both soft brick red.  personality
Hi there! I'm Rose. My friends call me Rosie though. Well.... my siblings. I haven't really met too many other cats yet. But I'm excited to! If they're all as nice as my family, or as fun as in mama's stories, then they must be great! I wanna meet everyone. Housecats and watercats and even big scary mountain cats! I bet if you're nice to them, even the scary ones won't be so mean. Holly says thats dumb, and that I can't be friends with everyone. It kind of hurts my feelings. I don't like getting made fun of, and Holly teases us a lot just cause he's the oldest. But I'll show him! I'll make all the friends! I don't like fighting. Even playfighting. I get bruised real easy, and mama says its just because I'm little. Maybe once I get bigger I'll be better at it, but i still don't like hurting other cats! Even as a game! But you know what I do like? Being the big strong cat who saves the other ones. Thats called a knight. Cept I don't fight with claws, I do with words! I can convince even the biggest, meanest badger to let me have his food! Or stop a bear from eating kits! Thats called being pervasive i think. Mama says that I'm gonna be real good at talking when I get older. I hope so! I'll use words to protect my family if anything bad ever happens for real, and I'll protect the friends that I make too! I won't let anything bad happen to them, ever!
HISTORY Poinsetta was a mysterious she-cat. Beautiful red with the most intense green eyes and a mischevious smile that turned heads. Kittypet born, a hopeless romantic with her head in the clouds who never had a full grasp of the world. And a compulsive liar. She couldn't help it- it just happened. Every time you asked her something the answer would be different. In one story she was the last in a long line of royalty, while in another she was a seabound orphan, living with the twolegs on their water dens. It was hard to get a clear picture of just what ever really did happen in her life. There were few reliable witnesses, and even fewer who would testify one way or another. It would be impossible to say how her life would have turned out had she never gotten pregnant. But she had. Three kits, she'd given birth to. Each named after flora. Holly. Handsome and hardy, a gray and white tom with a sharper edge. Rose. Reliable and relaxing, a tom with her own brilliant red fur who could never be seen without a smile. And Mistle. Modest and musical, head just as in the sky as her mother's. She loved her kits. Or hated them, depending on the day. Nothing could ever be too stable with Poinsetta. But they adored her. She was the only parental figure in their life, after all. Whenever they asked about another parent or siblings, the story would change. Sometimes Poinsetta will have had six litters previous, all strapping and grown, with a gruff sea-tom with a forlorn disposition. Sometimes she'd been a queen of the city, madly in love with her second in command but pregnant to another. Sometimes she was alone, and the kits had no other parent. They'd been sent to her by the stars, she'd say. Mistle loved each and every variation, green eyes wider with each retelling. Rose thought such a life- or lives- too full of adventure. He wouldn't like to travel so much, he would miss his home. And Holly, well Holly just didn't believe that a cat could lead so many lives at once and still only be one. Holly thought she was a liar. They lived in the basin, the four of them. On the outskirts of the Sunset Plains. Why Poinsetta had gone there to bear her kits, in the midst of a war, was a mystery. And it would forever remain a mystery. Because in a war, there are always civilian casualties. War made cats savage. It turned their vision red and buried their common sense beneath a need for revenge- no matter who the target. Cats mistook cats for others all the time. It just so happened that Poinsetta looked a bit too much like the cat who killed her would-be murderer's brother. Or maybe she had killed him? It's too late to find out now. It happened at dawn. One moment she was sleeping with her kits, and the next fur was flying. She fought. She died. Holly thought he could fight. Though he could protect his siblings. He died even more quickly. Rose wanted to fight. In the confusion and chaos Mistle convinced him to play dead. Both Rose and Mistle survived. The chaos settled, the killer fled. The family stayed. But what could two kits, not even yet weaned, do to survive on their own? THREAD TRACKER This section is not necessary, but is provided if a member wishes to keep track of the threads that this character participates in. | ooc info  ☆ NAME☆ Maple ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS☆ STARLINGFUR TURTLEFROST TORNPELT CHERRYKIT WOLFKIT SNIPEKIT HAWKKIT Mistlekit |