Post by Gale on Aug 14, 2017 16:38:29 GMT -5
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Four. She could count each squirming body on one paw, sans a single toe. Feeble, furs of florid bands, fawn faces, and aged ambers, kneading at her side with passive cries no fuller than a mouse's. Sons, of roses and clover, hawks and doves, each tucked protectively next to the dusky queen, harbored in the covert nursery. Warm, safe under an overlay of gloom, pierced only by slowly dancing spots and the occasional flicker of a passing clanmate. An odd breath of peace among a forest of stolid thorns. Privacy amid the clan, estranged for family, concepts labeled unsettling to the civil mind. Larchtail did welcome it, though. Reserved fatigue and patience, the resurgence of graciousness evident not only in her own subdued countenance but in their visitors. One of which could be heard carefully stepping over wild thyme and between swaying brackens, sparsely disrupting the palpable peace. Larchtail's efforts to ascertain the solicitor's identity were neglected as one mellifluous voice peeked between sundown's lull. "Larchtail?"
"Gorsefur, you're back—" Her response came light, head lifting to meet his, after a shuffled pause, ducking beneath pale branches and dry nettle with something small tucked beneath his teeth. Diminutive but borne with more care than common fare. The lightness in her flat chest abruptly curdled, lips thin as it deposited was on the moss. Slight eyes turned to Gorsefur, caustic with expectations.
"Smallowl and I went out looking for Kitefeather," She knew this much, just as he knew of her disapproval. "This..." He seemed breathless, looking at the kitten between his paws though even Larchtail could see the delicate smile on his lips. "Her kitten was all we could find." The blind could see where this was heading, the deaf could hear the tacit pleas between Gorsefur's explanation. It wouldn't have been him bringing the stranger's youth if intentions fell on another. For some time, the only sounds between the two were infantile whines.
"Very well."
This adoption is for Larchtail's illegitimate daughter. Raised as her own alongside four other, now deceased, brothers.
You may create a new character for this role, use the cat provided, or use a preexisting one. However, if you plan on deviating and developing your own character for the role or implanting a current one there are some requirements (or preferences) to keep in mind!
What relationship can you expect to find between these two? The air between mother and child, usually cordial, an instinctive appreciation and admiration for one another; entirely absent. Larchtail harbors a high enmity for her daughter, unconcealed, mute resentment placed on the young not a full sun after being placed among her four sons, suckling—blind and deaf. Rarely does she speak outright about this distaste and what it means to her, but subtle actions and terser mannerisms, reservations on the topic all serve well enough, in near putrid clarity. Your character's impressions and relationship with Larchtail will be up for you to decide, at your discretion.
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HONEYFROST
"BROWN TABBY BICOLOR WITH GREEN EYES"18 MOONS, FEMALE, WARRIOR
Honeyfrost. Notorious for a heart of gold and vehement passion, potent enough to shake the forest's every wandering root and winding river, coursing over the hearths and between crackling pines. Never one to flaunt of flail, humble and green, a sapling thriving under sun or shadow, new to adversity. She's brave, none would deny it, but self-reliant, solitary, finding dismal harmony within the clan and frequenting actions of out spite. Tactlessly committing to reckless ideals and blindly trusting, Honeyfrost's known to discover grace both where it's hidden and doesn't even exist.
Honeyfrost. Notorious for a heart of gold and vehement passion, potent enough to shake the forest's every wandering root and winding river, coursing over the hearths and between crackling pines. Never one to flaunt of flail, humble and green, a sapling thriving under sun or shadow, new to adversity. She's brave, none would deny it, but self-reliant, solitary, finding dismal harmony within the clan and frequenting actions of out spite. Tactlessly committing to reckless ideals and blindly trusting, Honeyfrost's known to discover grace both where it's hidden and doesn't even exist.
image © Igor Prusac
Four. She could count each squirming body on one paw, sans a single toe. Feeble, furs of florid bands, fawn faces, and aged ambers, kneading at her side with passive cries no fuller than a mouse's. Sons, of roses and clover, hawks and doves, each tucked protectively next to the dusky queen, harbored in the covert nursery. Warm, safe under an overlay of gloom, pierced only by slowly dancing spots and the occasional flicker of a passing clanmate. An odd breath of peace among a forest of stolid thorns. Privacy amid the clan, estranged for family, concepts labeled unsettling to the civil mind. Larchtail did welcome it, though. Reserved fatigue and patience, the resurgence of graciousness evident not only in her own subdued countenance but in their visitors. One of which could be heard carefully stepping over wild thyme and between swaying brackens, sparsely disrupting the palpable peace. Larchtail's efforts to ascertain the solicitor's identity were neglected as one mellifluous voice peeked between sundown's lull. "Larchtail?"
"Gorsefur, you're back—" Her response came light, head lifting to meet his, after a shuffled pause, ducking beneath pale branches and dry nettle with something small tucked beneath his teeth. Diminutive but borne with more care than common fare. The lightness in her flat chest abruptly curdled, lips thin as it deposited was on the moss. Slight eyes turned to Gorsefur, caustic with expectations.
"Smallowl and I went out looking for Kitefeather," She knew this much, just as he knew of her disapproval. "This..." He seemed breathless, looking at the kitten between his paws though even Larchtail could see the delicate smile on his lips. "Her kitten was all we could find." The blind could see where this was heading, the deaf could hear the tacit pleas between Gorsefur's explanation. It wouldn't have been him bringing the stranger's youth if intentions fell on another. For some time, the only sounds between the two were infantile whines.
"Very well."
This adoption is for Larchtail's illegitimate daughter. Raised as her own alongside four other, now deceased, brothers.
You may create a new character for this role, use the cat provided, or use a preexisting one. However, if you plan on deviating and developing your own character for the role or implanting a current one there are some requirements (or preferences) to keep in mind!
- Should be female, though I may accept a male.
- They must be within 15 and 25 moons of age, 18 is preferred.
- Considering the age range provided this character should be a warrior, but they may also be an older apprentice.
- This character may have any appearance within the laws of realism, they do not have to look physically related to Larchtail in the slightest. That being said, you may also utilize the cat depicted in the images.
- Their personality and overall disposition will be entirely up to you, callous and cold or generous and gentle; go wild.
- While this character's adoptive parent will be Larchtail (and her former NPC mate, Gorsefur) this character will have, at the very least, a different mother. We can discuss the circumstances that landed your character in Larchtail's care.
What relationship can you expect to find between these two? The air between mother and child, usually cordial, an instinctive appreciation and admiration for one another; entirely absent. Larchtail harbors a high enmity for her daughter, unconcealed, mute resentment placed on the young not a full sun after being placed among her four sons, suckling—blind and deaf. Rarely does she speak outright about this distaste and what it means to her, but subtle actions and terser mannerisms, reservations on the topic all serve well enough, in near putrid clarity. Your character's impressions and relationship with Larchtail will be up for you to decide, at your discretion.
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