Post by Galaria on Sept 6, 2022 22:14:13 GMT
Name: Miku
Desired Name: Mistywillow
Allegiance: Solitary (Riveclan later)
Rank: N/a (Riverclan's Med cat later)
Age: 36 Moons
Birth Moon: Feather Moon 2018
Sex: Female/She-cat/She/Her
Appearance:
Miku is a she-cat with a slight figure meant for the water's depths. Draped by short but thick fur the color of smoke that drifts in the air from a two-leg's chimney of brick during the colder moons. Despite her slender figure she is honed with muscle beneath the short fur that is trained for swimming against the water's pull and currents she'd encounter and meant for swift movement while on dry land. She is in all right athletic in her small stature but very nimble and light on her paws. Her most prominent feature would be her eyes though that are the color of fresh bud of a flower yet unfurled to the sun during spring and they are keen; not missing much but always thoughtful in the way they observe the things around them; often filled with calm curiosity and understanding.
Personality:
[Compassionate] + [Empathetic] + [Lovable] + [Resourceful] + [Witty]
Miku is generally considered a rather open and friendly person who had a kind heart despite the struggles she has faced. She understands the value of life after losing much in hers so she wants to make sure that when she interacts with people she shows the same respect and compassion to them as she would have wanted others to show her if the roles were reversed. Because of her love for life and people she is considered very empathetic to them and their needs; giving back to them without asking anything in return simply because she can and it's the right thing to do. She is also considered a very good conversationalist and enjoys witty people who match her level of humor.
[Earthy] = [Whimsical] = [Deceptive] = [Ascetic]
Miku had loved the ways of the cycle of life since she was very young and this reflects in her mannerisms as she is often seeking for more adventures when it comes to exploring the world around her. She's very good with plants and sometimes treats her adventures as a fantastical tale. She finds most of her comfort when she is alone and it makes her act a little differently then when she is around actual living cats who can talk back to her and make her snap out of her own head. She's someone who also enjoys routine and is disciplined in her ways as this is a comfort mechanism for her so that she doesn't have a freak out which she sometimes gets when she is forced to return to reality instead of her own make believe world within her head.
[Fearful] - [Mechanical] - [Cynical] - [Calculating]
She never claims to be perfect. She has many a fault just like every other living creature on this planet. She is one who often thinks about her past but tries not too and sometimes she finds herself being a bit withdrawn and distant from everyone else around her because she feels as if she is not seen. She takes comfort and pleasure in keeping a routine because it's safe and constant; controllable, habitual in ways that she doesn't need to fear something that could throw her off balance. She loves exploration; just not the unknown that comes with it that could hurt her or those she cares about. When her attitude gets a bit downcast she is known for being a cynical creature and calculating in her movements so that she does not need to fear or be wary of anything. She is better left alone when her temper takes a turn which although not often does make Miku be painted in a rather bad light
History:
Kithood (0-6) >> The story starts just like any other story similar to those who lived within the trees and brush of the tall treed forests. An unnamed feline heavy with kits attempting to take shelter as lightening flickered above her head and the rain drenching her fur to her half malnourished body from lack of energy to hunt for herself. She'd taken shelter in a old dead tree long gone and cracking down the middle; thankful no other creature lived in the burrow of the tree as that night the thunder drowned out all the noises that would make others close their ears. The mother had a rough birth; two of her three kits notwithstanding life; never having the chance of life more like it thanks to the difficulty of the birthing process. The only living kit was barely alive; frail and small. Much smaller than the others had been but somehow the most will to live despite her tiny size. The mother had lived long enough to care for the kit until she was weaned but just barely before foxes took the mother one harsh winter's morning. Miku did not remember her mother. Not her face, not her name, and not her scent. She just remembered a shadow of a figure in the depths of her memory and the little comfort said memory gave her. She had been found days after her mother had left to hunt for food only to become food herself and Miku did not know what to do. She thankfully, had not found the predator who'd taken her mother's life and instead had unknowingly began in search in the opposite direction. She'd been found by a tom, a loner tom who looked worse for wear like the weight of the world had made a struggle of him during his lifetime. He'd found her when it was close to nightfall and the nocturnal animals were about; saving her from the fate of one of them surely by taking her with him to his makeshift den for the night. His name was Badger and he was the only thing she remembered growing up. The only parental and platonic figure she had in her life after her mother. He was the only reason she managed to survive as long as she had; only if she could see the future and preserve that feeling for what was to come next or even stop the events from happening altogether.
Adolescent (6-18) >> She could never get a break in her life could she? Almost as if the universe was conspiring against her and taking everything good from her grasp to teach her a lesson or something. First it was her siblings she had no memory of but knew deep down that she had. A mother who she barely if only a shadow remembered and then the first and only figure in her life that she latched to in the cruelty of this world ripped from her like claws ripping through her fur and leaving an invisible scar permanently onto her skin beneath. Badger was a grumpy old man who had a love for everything that had to do with the world. From the animals - prey and predator alike - that gravitated within the circle of life to the ways of insects and plants. He'd taught her the value of life and the uses for the plants and others miscellaneous of the forest to benefit of the life that lives within it. She loved him in a way that only she could assume the love of a parent would be like; they had quiet a bond. So it was clear that her emotions were wrecked upon finding his body. It had been a stormy day. Lightening cracking across the sky in bright streaks of energy and the rain a heavy sheet that weight her down as she walked from beneath covers of trees and brush in search of the old coot when he did not return home. She'd found him pinned beneath a tree that had been struck by lightening sometime in the night; crushing him to death. She'd only prayed that it had not been a prolonged one as her childish wails were lost in the wind. It took her a few days to gather herself; to gain the strength to pull his body from the wreckage and bury him properly before abandoning the place she'd once called home; never wishing ever to return or be haunted by his memory.
Adulthood (18+) >> Badger's teaching stood fast with her. His logic, his kindness, and his views where her own. Traveling throughout the land, learning and teaching herself. Helping those she'd crossed paths with as a way of hands on practice. She'd learned much from those she'd met. Both good and bad. Some of the souls she'd met stuck with her throughout her travels while others drifted way like a wisp of smoke of the breeze. But then there were those who she'd connected with on a certain level. Flare, a large tom she'd literally smacked in the face with a fish upon first meeting who'd imprinted such amusement on her. A young she-cat named Clementine who she'd met one lonely night within the shelter of a forgotten run down barn who'd told her so many lies as if hiding herself or for her own amusement only satisfied Miku's itch for a witty conversationalist. Then there was Shellspots. A she-cat who's bond with Miku ran deeper thanks to her connection Shellspots had with Miku's guardian Badger once upon a time when he'd stumbled upon the older she-cat when she was young a kit. The cute faces of Shellspots kits would often satisfy Miku's urge for a family of her own that she could never have. But then, nothing. No more faces, no more memories. Nothing but an empty void as if chunks of who Miku was disappeared altogether. She'd lost her memory along the way; how she had yet to find out. Unknown to her memory. it came from an accident while hunting for herbs that left her with a headache and chunks of her memory missing. She didn't know she was missing them though and she'd quiet forgotten what she had been doing at that time; so she'd left. For a few moons that is. Unknown to her that her presence was missed and noted; frantically being sought after by those very faces and those names she did not know were gone from her mind altogether. That was until she'd encountered them again...
Mother: n/a
Father: n/a, Badger (caretaker - deceased)
Full Siblings:n/a
Maternal Siblings: n/a
Paternal Siblings:n/a
Offspring: n/a
Desired Name: Mistywillow
Allegiance: Solitary (Riveclan later)
Rank: N/a (Riverclan's Med cat later)
Age: 36 Moons
Birth Moon: Feather Moon 2018
Sex: Female/She-cat/She/Her
Appearance:
Miku is a she-cat with a slight figure meant for the water's depths. Draped by short but thick fur the color of smoke that drifts in the air from a two-leg's chimney of brick during the colder moons. Despite her slender figure she is honed with muscle beneath the short fur that is trained for swimming against the water's pull and currents she'd encounter and meant for swift movement while on dry land. She is in all right athletic in her small stature but very nimble and light on her paws. Her most prominent feature would be her eyes though that are the color of fresh bud of a flower yet unfurled to the sun during spring and they are keen; not missing much but always thoughtful in the way they observe the things around them; often filled with calm curiosity and understanding.
Personality:
[Compassionate] + [Empathetic] + [Lovable] + [Resourceful] + [Witty]
Miku is generally considered a rather open and friendly person who had a kind heart despite the struggles she has faced. She understands the value of life after losing much in hers so she wants to make sure that when she interacts with people she shows the same respect and compassion to them as she would have wanted others to show her if the roles were reversed. Because of her love for life and people she is considered very empathetic to them and their needs; giving back to them without asking anything in return simply because she can and it's the right thing to do. She is also considered a very good conversationalist and enjoys witty people who match her level of humor.
[Earthy] = [Whimsical] = [Deceptive] = [Ascetic]
Miku had loved the ways of the cycle of life since she was very young and this reflects in her mannerisms as she is often seeking for more adventures when it comes to exploring the world around her. She's very good with plants and sometimes treats her adventures as a fantastical tale. She finds most of her comfort when she is alone and it makes her act a little differently then when she is around actual living cats who can talk back to her and make her snap out of her own head. She's someone who also enjoys routine and is disciplined in her ways as this is a comfort mechanism for her so that she doesn't have a freak out which she sometimes gets when she is forced to return to reality instead of her own make believe world within her head.
[Fearful] - [Mechanical] - [Cynical] - [Calculating]
She never claims to be perfect. She has many a fault just like every other living creature on this planet. She is one who often thinks about her past but tries not too and sometimes she finds herself being a bit withdrawn and distant from everyone else around her because she feels as if she is not seen. She takes comfort and pleasure in keeping a routine because it's safe and constant; controllable, habitual in ways that she doesn't need to fear something that could throw her off balance. She loves exploration; just not the unknown that comes with it that could hurt her or those she cares about. When her attitude gets a bit downcast she is known for being a cynical creature and calculating in her movements so that she does not need to fear or be wary of anything. She is better left alone when her temper takes a turn which although not often does make Miku be painted in a rather bad light
History:
Kithood (0-6) >> The story starts just like any other story similar to those who lived within the trees and brush of the tall treed forests. An unnamed feline heavy with kits attempting to take shelter as lightening flickered above her head and the rain drenching her fur to her half malnourished body from lack of energy to hunt for herself. She'd taken shelter in a old dead tree long gone and cracking down the middle; thankful no other creature lived in the burrow of the tree as that night the thunder drowned out all the noises that would make others close their ears. The mother had a rough birth; two of her three kits notwithstanding life; never having the chance of life more like it thanks to the difficulty of the birthing process. The only living kit was barely alive; frail and small. Much smaller than the others had been but somehow the most will to live despite her tiny size. The mother had lived long enough to care for the kit until she was weaned but just barely before foxes took the mother one harsh winter's morning. Miku did not remember her mother. Not her face, not her name, and not her scent. She just remembered a shadow of a figure in the depths of her memory and the little comfort said memory gave her. She had been found days after her mother had left to hunt for food only to become food herself and Miku did not know what to do. She thankfully, had not found the predator who'd taken her mother's life and instead had unknowingly began in search in the opposite direction. She'd been found by a tom, a loner tom who looked worse for wear like the weight of the world had made a struggle of him during his lifetime. He'd found her when it was close to nightfall and the nocturnal animals were about; saving her from the fate of one of them surely by taking her with him to his makeshift den for the night. His name was Badger and he was the only thing she remembered growing up. The only parental and platonic figure she had in her life after her mother. He was the only reason she managed to survive as long as she had; only if she could see the future and preserve that feeling for what was to come next or even stop the events from happening altogether.
Adolescent (6-18) >> She could never get a break in her life could she? Almost as if the universe was conspiring against her and taking everything good from her grasp to teach her a lesson or something. First it was her siblings she had no memory of but knew deep down that she had. A mother who she barely if only a shadow remembered and then the first and only figure in her life that she latched to in the cruelty of this world ripped from her like claws ripping through her fur and leaving an invisible scar permanently onto her skin beneath. Badger was a grumpy old man who had a love for everything that had to do with the world. From the animals - prey and predator alike - that gravitated within the circle of life to the ways of insects and plants. He'd taught her the value of life and the uses for the plants and others miscellaneous of the forest to benefit of the life that lives within it. She loved him in a way that only she could assume the love of a parent would be like; they had quiet a bond. So it was clear that her emotions were wrecked upon finding his body. It had been a stormy day. Lightening cracking across the sky in bright streaks of energy and the rain a heavy sheet that weight her down as she walked from beneath covers of trees and brush in search of the old coot when he did not return home. She'd found him pinned beneath a tree that had been struck by lightening sometime in the night; crushing him to death. She'd only prayed that it had not been a prolonged one as her childish wails were lost in the wind. It took her a few days to gather herself; to gain the strength to pull his body from the wreckage and bury him properly before abandoning the place she'd once called home; never wishing ever to return or be haunted by his memory.
Adulthood (18+) >> Badger's teaching stood fast with her. His logic, his kindness, and his views where her own. Traveling throughout the land, learning and teaching herself. Helping those she'd crossed paths with as a way of hands on practice. She'd learned much from those she'd met. Both good and bad. Some of the souls she'd met stuck with her throughout her travels while others drifted way like a wisp of smoke of the breeze. But then there were those who she'd connected with on a certain level. Flare, a large tom she'd literally smacked in the face with a fish upon first meeting who'd imprinted such amusement on her. A young she-cat named Clementine who she'd met one lonely night within the shelter of a forgotten run down barn who'd told her so many lies as if hiding herself or for her own amusement only satisfied Miku's itch for a witty conversationalist. Then there was Shellspots. A she-cat who's bond with Miku ran deeper thanks to her connection Shellspots had with Miku's guardian Badger once upon a time when he'd stumbled upon the older she-cat when she was young a kit. The cute faces of Shellspots kits would often satisfy Miku's urge for a family of her own that she could never have. But then, nothing. No more faces, no more memories. Nothing but an empty void as if chunks of who Miku was disappeared altogether. She'd lost her memory along the way; how she had yet to find out. Unknown to her memory. it came from an accident while hunting for herbs that left her with a headache and chunks of her memory missing. She didn't know she was missing them though and she'd quiet forgotten what she had been doing at that time; so she'd left. For a few moons that is. Unknown to her that her presence was missed and noted; frantically being sought after by those very faces and those names she did not know were gone from her mind altogether. That was until she'd encountered them again...
Mother: n/a
Father: n/a, Badger (caretaker - deceased)
Full Siblings:n/a
Maternal Siblings: n/a
Paternal Siblings:n/a
Offspring: n/a