Post by Dipper on Jul 6, 2021 7:20:06 GMT
Art by RainingMountains, the design was bought by me!
Name: Thistle
Desired Name: Thistletuft
Allegiance: --
Rank: --
Age: 12 Moons
Birth Moon: Worm Moon 2020
Sex: She-cat
Appearance:
Thistle is a mottled calico made up of very muted greys and browns, her underbelly is a dull cream. Her fur tends to stick out every which way and never seems to want to lay flat, no matter how much she tries to groom it down. She has a small but sturdy frame with powerful back legs. Her eyes are a striking amber and her face bears several scars.
Personality:
Brash - Gregarious - Daring - Reckless
There are no strangers as far as Thistle is concerned, only friends she hasn't met yet. She tends to race through life headfirst without a second thought given to what dangers might lay ahead. She's the first to fling herself into battle, the first to rise to a challenge, she speaks and likes for others to listen, humility is a trait she sometimes lacks. She isn't unkind or rude by any means, just perhaps a little too assertive when she thinks she knows the best way to do something.
She's the dudebro friend at the frat party, the 'hold my beer' guy who ends up in the hospital for whatever stupid challenge she refused to back down from. Thistle is a fun cat to be around, perhaps a bit alarming at times and too unconcerned with her safety, but she has a good heart down beneath all the unbridled feral energy she puts out to the world.
History:
Being born in a litter as large as hers was doesn't leave a whole lot of time to be cared for in any particular way. If you asked her about her family she would tell you she has nothing bad to say about them, but nothing good either. She had three brothers and three sisters in her litter, when she left her family behind that number had dwindled from six siblings to three, through tragedy and sickness. Their deaths still creep up on her from time to time, but she tries not to let it weigh her down.
Thistle's parting from her family wasn't the result of anything serious or negative, she cared for them the same way any cat would care for their kin. But her paws itched to run, to be free, to meet others and find purpose in her life, a purpose she would never find trapped under the watch of her mother and father.
As she creeps into her eleventh moon she wonders more and more who she is, where she belongs, and she's recently made her way to the forest territories where she intends to make herself literally everyone's problem.
Mother: Sandy - Alive
Father: Hutch - Alive
Full Siblings:
Minty(f), Birch(m), Rango(m) - Alive
Pokey(m), Kira(f), Sketch(f) - Deceased
Maternal Siblings: --
Paternal Siblings: --
Offspring: None