Post by phantomstars on Jun 19, 2023 10:16:41 GMT
Name: Death
Desired Name:N/A
Allegiance: Solitary
Rank: N/A
Age: 13
Birth Moon: Fire Moon 2020
Sex: Molly
Gender: Transmasc pangender (they/them)
Appearance(As kit/app): A black and white piebald, with muddy green eyes. Death was a scrawny kit, not under weight pre-say, just small.
Appearance(As adult):
the piebalds appearance wasn't much, a sleek, black and white piebald coat. With abit of bulk from constant training, but not enough to be considered stocky. Their eyes were sharp, a muddy green color to them. But the bags under their eyes, although not intense, were noticeable.
The most notable about the cats appearance the cat were their scars. None mangled their body or anything of the sort. But still they had enough cuts and slashs that it would make someone ask questions. Especially the one on their stomach.
Ref pic:
pin.it/6Bigoiu
Ref pics for when she's a adult:
pin.it/4uq00I8
pin.it/7Kpzn29
pin.it/2eNp3vz
Personality: Stubborn, rebellious, hard headed, abit egotistical. Very slight romantic, attention hog.
Ever since Death could walk they've been a rebellious kit, playing to ruff with the other kits to sneaking out in the dead of night. Nothing was to wild for them! Living in Stone's group wasn't meant for weaklings after all.
When Death puts their mind to something, nothing is going to stop them! No Jinx, not rat, And Certainly no daddy! It didn't matter if Death was going to open the gates for one of the dogs to run free, or sit atopped a moving monster. As long they could do - and were sure they weren't going to die a horrible death - they were going to do it.
Broken leg? No matter! More attention from daddy after all, even if it spoiled their fun for awhile.
Even though Death had no plans of getting a mate [Mates tended to ruin the fun after all!], it had started to oddly intrigue them. Before croak died, rat had seemed..happer, so perhaps a mate would give them the attention and praise they deserved! Eh, or it could be those feral animalistic instincts talking.
History:
When Death was born, Bat, their mother, died shortly after because of complications during Deaths birth. Patch, devastated by Bat's passing, named the kit 'Death kit' in some petty revenge for killing his mate. Hoping that the name would haunt and follow them.
Death, being a bearly week old kit, didn't understand this petty revenge in the slightest at the time. But regardless the name still seemed to please Patch. He left death with random nursing cats in the group, only interacting with death when he had too.
And that's how Death grew up, being tossed between cats. Whoever would waste their time and day on the destructive kit. It was a routine after so many moons, Patch would drop them off with some new lowlife, once Death got bored they would run off. Maybe to the old abandoned house's, where their 'Friends' - or at least the closest thing to they had - would hang out. Perhaps to one of the two-leg nest, where they could tease the dogs the two-legs had.
Whatever it may be it ended the same, they get a few new bruises, cuts, maybe a bloody nose. Then someone from the group would come get them, some times Death would go peacefully. Sometimes they would be dragged all the way home kicking and screaming. But no matter the way they got dragged home, there would be daddy, waiting. And daddy would give them the attention they rightfully deserved.
Death hated when jinx would come to get them, jinx was no fun at all. Jinx, when death went peacefully, would berate and ridicule them all the way home. Yelling about how death should stop being such a brat. Rant until it made Death head pound and spin, but she would just continue. Like some over bearing mother, Death hated it, but it was true. Jinx was the closest thing to a mother they had.
When Death wouldn't go peacefully, Jinx had climbed the latter so much, licked the highest paws, played nice and bowed for the pettiest, and slaughter the lowest, that she wouldn't get in trouble if she man handled the kit. And Death couldn't do one thing about it.
Everyone hated the routine. Maybe not the full thing, but parts and pieces of it. But that didn't matter, the routine was everything. The routine was life.
And then the routine shattered when Shirley came into the picture.
Death did not understand what was so special about Shirley. A escaped breeding mule wasn't much to be excited about. But daddy was. Death could even tell Jinx was confused, but it didn't matter. Daddy had picked his favorite out of the three. And it was Shirley.
Death tried to revive the routine, picked the shattered pieces of it up and tried to place it back into the frame. But someone would shake the imaginary table again and the pieces would hit hard against the floor, shattering the already shattered pieces even more.
Daddy just wouldn't get upset anymore, all because of Shirley. Death tried crazier things, throwing themselves at the dogs, standing in front of cars just to be saved in the nick of time. But daddy? Daddy just didn't care anymore. Daddy had found a replacement for them, a new kit, and that kits name was Shirley.
Death would have to try something new if they wanted daddy's attention. So that's what they were gonna do. Daddy had always wanted to be the top dog, above Uncle Stone. They would just have to become the top dog first.
Before death could even blink, daddy was already standing on the cold dead corpse of uncle Stones body. Death couldn't believe it! They were sure no one could trump uncle Stone so easily, yet daddy did it effortless. And even though daddy had ignored them for the past few moons, they couldn't help but be proud for him. While the other cats left, the ones still loyal to Uncle Stone. The ones still loyal to daddy celebrated through the night.
But Death realized they would have to find another way to become top dog. But Death didn't get a chance to, as them, daddy, Shirley, Jinx, Rat, any other who dared to follow got chased out quickly after.
Now. There was only a few of them. Death. Jinx. Shirley. Rat. And Daddy. Things quickly escalated and deteriorated from there. Death almost felt invisible to the other cats as daddy got sick, he went down fast. Like a ball going down a seemly never ending hill, the ball would hit a few flat spots, but quickly hurdled off the edge, soon it would slam to a stop as it hit a wall.
Death didn't know what to do with themselves on the news of Patch's death. They were now left in Rats care. Despite being Rats nibling, the two had bearly interacted. Much less spoke on a regular basis. Rat, just like patch, had started to become ill. Rat tried everything in his power to have some kind of relationship with Death in the past, but Death never made time in their 'Busy schedule'
But now? Rat, in some weird way like Jinx, was now their father. And Death wasn't having any of it. Jinx had pretty much walked out on the small remaining group, after Patch's death and Rats health started to decline. And the first time in deaths life that they wanted to be left alone, now Rat was going to try inserting himself into their life?
Oh no, non of that was going to be happening.
Death felt like they finally understood their fathers odd petty revenge.
Mother: Bat, deceased.
Father: Patch, deceased.
Full Siblings: None.
Maternal Uncle: Rat, Alive.
Uncle-in-law: Croak,deceased.
Aunt-in-law: Dawn, Alive.
Cousins: Dusk,(deceased.) Twilight,(deceased.) Aurora (alive)
Offspring: None
Desired Name:N/A
Allegiance: Solitary
Rank: N/A
Age: 13
Birth Moon: Fire Moon 2020
Sex: Molly
Gender: Transmasc pangender (they/them)
Appearance(As kit/app): A black and white piebald, with muddy green eyes. Death was a scrawny kit, not under weight pre-say, just small.
Appearance(As adult):
the piebalds appearance wasn't much, a sleek, black and white piebald coat. With abit of bulk from constant training, but not enough to be considered stocky. Their eyes were sharp, a muddy green color to them. But the bags under their eyes, although not intense, were noticeable.
The most notable about the cats appearance the cat were their scars. None mangled their body or anything of the sort. But still they had enough cuts and slashs that it would make someone ask questions. Especially the one on their stomach.
Ref pic:
pin.it/6Bigoiu
Ref pics for when she's a adult:
pin.it/4uq00I8
pin.it/7Kpzn29
pin.it/2eNp3vz
Personality: Stubborn, rebellious, hard headed, abit egotistical. Very slight romantic, attention hog.
Ever since Death could walk they've been a rebellious kit, playing to ruff with the other kits to sneaking out in the dead of night. Nothing was to wild for them! Living in Stone's group wasn't meant for weaklings after all.
When Death puts their mind to something, nothing is going to stop them! No Jinx, not rat, And Certainly no daddy! It didn't matter if Death was going to open the gates for one of the dogs to run free, or sit atopped a moving monster. As long they could do - and were sure they weren't going to die a horrible death - they were going to do it.
Broken leg? No matter! More attention from daddy after all, even if it spoiled their fun for awhile.
Even though Death had no plans of getting a mate [Mates tended to ruin the fun after all!], it had started to oddly intrigue them. Before croak died, rat had seemed..happer, so perhaps a mate would give them the attention and praise they deserved! Eh, or it could be those feral animalistic instincts talking.
History:
When Death was born, Bat, their mother, died shortly after because of complications during Deaths birth. Patch, devastated by Bat's passing, named the kit 'Death kit' in some petty revenge for killing his mate. Hoping that the name would haunt and follow them.
Death, being a bearly week old kit, didn't understand this petty revenge in the slightest at the time. But regardless the name still seemed to please Patch. He left death with random nursing cats in the group, only interacting with death when he had too.
And that's how Death grew up, being tossed between cats. Whoever would waste their time and day on the destructive kit. It was a routine after so many moons, Patch would drop them off with some new lowlife, once Death got bored they would run off. Maybe to the old abandoned house's, where their 'Friends' - or at least the closest thing to they had - would hang out. Perhaps to one of the two-leg nest, where they could tease the dogs the two-legs had.
Whatever it may be it ended the same, they get a few new bruises, cuts, maybe a bloody nose. Then someone from the group would come get them, some times Death would go peacefully. Sometimes they would be dragged all the way home kicking and screaming. But no matter the way they got dragged home, there would be daddy, waiting. And daddy would give them the attention they rightfully deserved.
Death hated when jinx would come to get them, jinx was no fun at all. Jinx, when death went peacefully, would berate and ridicule them all the way home. Yelling about how death should stop being such a brat. Rant until it made Death head pound and spin, but she would just continue. Like some over bearing mother, Death hated it, but it was true. Jinx was the closest thing to a mother they had.
When Death wouldn't go peacefully, Jinx had climbed the latter so much, licked the highest paws, played nice and bowed for the pettiest, and slaughter the lowest, that she wouldn't get in trouble if she man handled the kit. And Death couldn't do one thing about it.
Everyone hated the routine. Maybe not the full thing, but parts and pieces of it. But that didn't matter, the routine was everything. The routine was life.
And then the routine shattered when Shirley came into the picture.
Death did not understand what was so special about Shirley. A escaped breeding mule wasn't much to be excited about. But daddy was. Death could even tell Jinx was confused, but it didn't matter. Daddy had picked his favorite out of the three. And it was Shirley.
Death tried to revive the routine, picked the shattered pieces of it up and tried to place it back into the frame. But someone would shake the imaginary table again and the pieces would hit hard against the floor, shattering the already shattered pieces even more.
Daddy just wouldn't get upset anymore, all because of Shirley. Death tried crazier things, throwing themselves at the dogs, standing in front of cars just to be saved in the nick of time. But daddy? Daddy just didn't care anymore. Daddy had found a replacement for them, a new kit, and that kits name was Shirley.
Death would have to try something new if they wanted daddy's attention. So that's what they were gonna do. Daddy had always wanted to be the top dog, above Uncle Stone. They would just have to become the top dog first.
Before death could even blink, daddy was already standing on the cold dead corpse of uncle Stones body. Death couldn't believe it! They were sure no one could trump uncle Stone so easily, yet daddy did it effortless. And even though daddy had ignored them for the past few moons, they couldn't help but be proud for him. While the other cats left, the ones still loyal to Uncle Stone. The ones still loyal to daddy celebrated through the night.
But Death realized they would have to find another way to become top dog. But Death didn't get a chance to, as them, daddy, Shirley, Jinx, Rat, any other who dared to follow got chased out quickly after.
Now. There was only a few of them. Death. Jinx. Shirley. Rat. And Daddy. Things quickly escalated and deteriorated from there. Death almost felt invisible to the other cats as daddy got sick, he went down fast. Like a ball going down a seemly never ending hill, the ball would hit a few flat spots, but quickly hurdled off the edge, soon it would slam to a stop as it hit a wall.
Death didn't know what to do with themselves on the news of Patch's death. They were now left in Rats care. Despite being Rats nibling, the two had bearly interacted. Much less spoke on a regular basis. Rat, just like patch, had started to become ill. Rat tried everything in his power to have some kind of relationship with Death in the past, but Death never made time in their 'Busy schedule'
But now? Rat, in some weird way like Jinx, was now their father. And Death wasn't having any of it. Jinx had pretty much walked out on the small remaining group, after Patch's death and Rats health started to decline. And the first time in deaths life that they wanted to be left alone, now Rat was going to try inserting himself into their life?
Oh no, non of that was going to be happening.
Death felt like they finally understood their fathers odd petty revenge.
Mother: Bat, deceased.
Father: Patch, deceased.
Full Siblings: None.
Maternal Uncle: Rat, Alive.
Uncle-in-law: Croak,deceased.
Aunt-in-law: Dawn, Alive.
Cousins: Dusk,(deceased.) Twilight,(deceased.) Aurora (alive)
Offspring: None