Post by ItchyIggy on Jan 24, 2023 8:02:42 GMT
Stone |
CHARACTER APPLICATION Desired Name-- Up to RP. Previously Bramble. Allegiance-- Solitary. Age-- Six moons. Birth Moon-- Snow Moon, 2021. Sex-- Tom. Appearance-- A fluffy brown tabby. His coat mostly consists of a mix of dark brown, with prominent light brown highlights and black stripes poking out around his face. His ears have congregated enough hair as he has grown to produce little tufts that meet at their ends. His eyes are a sharp yellow, and his jaw is mostly white. Personality-- Bramble has a complicated personality. He is loyal to a fault but can have a hard time opening up and feeling comfortable around cats who are new to him. He is observational yet still naive. He always strives to be an asset to whoever he is with. A perfectionist at heart, Bramble can constantly be found trying to improve himself on things he isn't the best at, which makes for both an excellent worker, but also a mentally exhausted cat from time to time. When comfortable, Bramble is a joyous little creature. He can consistently be seen with a smile, attempting to play or make whoever is near him laugh. Despite his insecurities, he always works to make whoever he is next to content and will not rest if someone he cares about is unhappy. An important thing to note about Bramble is that he is indeed mute. Though he does not talk, he can make noises and tends to use them in attempt to communicate. Parents-- Unknown. Sibling(s)-- Unknown Friends-- Mackerel History-- Bramble was born on the cold streets of Twolegplace to a loving mother. He'd spent his early moons under her care, until their peaceful life was interrupted by an angry twoleg. The creature had been looking to capture them for a while, and successfully managed to do so. He doesn't have many memories of before his mother's capture; in fact, the most he can remember is her scent, her cuddling him, her scramble to hide him, and him watching her be carted away. Shortly after her departure enters his most recent caretaker, Mackerel. Mackerel was an elderly, grumpy, orange tabby tom who'd also happened to live in the area surrounding the place little kit had been left in. After his mother had been taken, Mackerel had begrudgingly begun to 'care' for him, often leaving fresh-kill for him to feast upon after he'd finished a hunting trip for himself. Naturally, as time went on, Bramble began to accompany him on his hunting trips, alongside trying his best to help out wherever he could. This was when Bramble quickly found himself being more of a nuisance than a help. However, as time went on, the kit's perseverance shined through, and he eventually began to be able to pull his weight. During this time, he'd been graciously given his current name, as the kit had no way of expressing his name gifted to him by his mother. He began to learn from the loner's escapades, his endurance growing and hunting skills developing. While he still couldn't effortlessly catch food on his own, he'd certainly been able to successfully catch prey. However, his skillset for foraging seemed to shine the most during his time with Mackerel. The tom easily located disserted scraps to eat, which came in handy as prey was certainly not prevalent in the Twolegplace. All was going well in Bramble's new life. But all good things must come to an end. One bright morning, Bramble had awoken before his friend. Determined to make his him proud, the kit had set out to find scraps for the morning, seeing as they'd been unsuccessful with finding proper meals the day before. They'd instead spent the day prior finding a new place to live, due to their old home becoming increasingly overrun with twolegs as of late. He'd spent all morning looking for scraps, only managing to find pitiful excuses for food. Disappointed with his haul for the morning, the kit had wandered back into the abandoned warehouse they'd taken cover in for the night, when he'd heard a loud, low growl sound from Mackerel, followed by yowling. Quickly, he'd run over to help his friend. The kit's heart dropped as he was suddenly faced with a pack of angry, large rats. They swarmed around the old tom, launching onto him one by one. Bramble had scurried in, doing his best to try and get the focus off of his friend. In doing so, one of the rats had turned their attention to the kit, redirecting its hostile attacks onto him. Bramble did his best to fight back, using every ounce of strength he had to defend his friend and new home. Despite his best efforts, the little tom had still ended up being helped by Mackerel. Being carried by the elderly tabby, Bramble could only watch helplessly as they made a daring escape, both cats' bodies littered with wounds. Of the two, Bramble himself was the least wounded. Mackerel, however... They'd run for what'd seemed like hours, travelling through a dense forest, coming to a stop near a small river that's stream was interrupted with steppingstones. It was there that Mackerel had set him down, and Bramble finally had the opportunity to assess the tom's many wounds. His heart sank at the sight; it certainly wasn't good. He'd scrambled to Mackerel as he slowly laid down, resting his tired body against the hard floor. Bramble remained by his side as the elderly cat's breathing slowed, And thus, we are greeted with the current day, wounded and tired Bramble, who is desperately searching for some help. Fire Moon Edit: Bramble, now renamed Stone, has been taken in by the ever-so-daunting Chester to be cared for by Stellar. He is getting to know his newfound family and beginning to develop a sense of comradery and trust. |
