Name • Chippedkit
Gender • Female.
(If different) Gender Assigned At Birth • Male, maybe.
Personality • [ sensitive • sympathetic • easily offended • defensive • fierce • sassy • lively • vicious • awkward • self-conscious • emotional • mature ]
Chippedkit is a very....sensitive kit to see, hear, or even look at, and almost crying everyday, the basic target for bullying, not that she could help it any, at all. The sensitivity makes her attentive to others feelings quite well, and has a large amount of empathy, and very sympathetic. Chippedkit get's, rather easily hurt, and easily offended to other's words, and gets hurt a lot at sarcastic jesters, or stuff exactly, like that, and is extremely defensive of her beliefs, and defensive of others, but isn't very good at using her words to protect others, and instead, failing in the progress if she tries. She isn't really all that sensitive all the time, but at times, she is, and sometimes the bullies get the taste of their own medicine, being quite a fierce one, and has a lot of sass because of this, and is extremely lively, and full of spirit, a fierce, and determined soul, with a lot of vicious tendencies when she isn't crying her head off, and holds her ground, half the time, but at times, is extremely awkward. She's rather self-conscious too, and often doubts herself often, scratch that, very often, but doesn't show it much, or at all, but her emotional ways shows it more often than she actually wants. She hates it, she really does, but she honestly can't help it, she can't help it at all. Chippedkit is extremely short tempered, and easily frustrated because of this, and honestly easily gets angered and sensitive at the slightest little things.
Appearance • A perfect copy of Silverleap, almost. Chippedkit is a very medium furred cat, but has lots of fluff all over, and most of the fluff is her tail and ears, which are quite fuzzy, and containing lots, and lots of fluff in and out of the ear. She's a very lean, and athletic frame, with a graceful look to her, and quite petite, to say the least, giving her an elegant poise to her figure, and look to her, due to her RiverClan genes she possesses. But her figure also has a bit of a stalky look to it, with long, thin legs, due to her Dusk Syndicate genes as well. Her paws are small and neat, and are just as poised and elegant as her frame and figure its self. Chippedkit's is the perfect copy of Silverleap, with a gray base to her coat, dotted with markings of a spotted tabby, just like her father, with a long, pointed muzzle, with freckles all over her face as well. Her fur is the softest thing in the world, and the fluffiness of her coat, adds to that a lot of the softness, and it feels rather smooth and sleek as well. Her eyes, however, are just like her mother's, a gentle, smooth river blue hue, with a hint of her father's color in the blue depths, a hint of duck yellow in the mix of it.
Other/Questions • - I slightly based her off me, me and my problems.
- She needs a patient mentor, like, seriously.
- She gets frustrated when she can't do something.
- Her Theme Song is Stitches, and What Doesn't Kill you Makes you Stronger.
- She doesn't like immature apprentices very much.
PPD • 3.98 [Due to poor inactivity.]
Roleplay Sample • Taken from Thunderclan Territory, Pg. 227
Her whiskers twitched, and she almost felt sorry for the poor tom. Almost. The dark tabby's tail lashed as she stared down the tom, a gleam of amusement, and almost sadness in her eyes. Another broken creature, bent by the evils of this world, of her power. Such a sad thought, such...saddening thing to watch, a soulless looking tom, broken by the very thing he didn't want. It was saddening, and amusing at the same time. Mossdrop never wanted to be such a thing she was, she never wanted this. It was all to protect her siblings from her mentor, her mentor who wanted to corrupt her, and so he did. The once passionate starclan supporter became the monster, and the monster became Mossdrop. Such a saddening thing to think about. The tabby she cat ear's twitched as she stared coldly at the tom, tail flicking as she watched him. What a poor, miserable creature... She thought, amusement flickering in her gaze as she stared him down, head tilted in a horrifying way. "You'll anything hmm?" Mossdrop gave a grin, a terrifying grin, an oh so terrifying grin. "Anything..even if it means you'll die...even if you die slowly...ever so slowly...?" She chuckled, a dark glint in her optics as she circled the tom. It was his time to pay, time to pay for the crimes he committed. "You betrayed me...and you will pay your life for that, a high, high price to pay, or your brother will get the full blow instead..."
Mossdrop replied, eyes filled in amusement, and a hungry, revenge filled look. It would be a terrifying sight to see, if you could. A very terrifying sight. "If you betray me again, you will be certain you won't live another day without living in fear knowing, I'll be watching, and waiting for you, and then I won't kill with any hesitation. Or, perhaps your brother won't live another day..." The molly's voice was quite angry filled, and rather amused, as if she was playing with him, like a puppet and his strings, and making sure he didn't betray Ratnight, or her, ever. She was going to make sure he paid with his life, and his brother. She wasn't going to play around if he did betray her.