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Tryout for an adoptable kitten from Basil and Lully. c:

Basic Information

Name: Hecate

Kit Name: May (Derived from Lully’s dear friend, Mi)

Age: Newborn

Gender: Female

Tribe: Born into Light-Tribe

Rank: Kit

Skills (Primary):

-None Currently

Relatives and Relationships

Mentor: N/A

Soulbound: N/A

Family:

Mother: Basil | Silver-Light | Sycophantism
Father: Lully | Yellow-Water | Snowwire Siblings: Morton | Blue-Light | Toadfoal Antonia | Pink-Earth | CowElk
Icarus | Blue-Air | Zaabu
Rose | Black-Water | pavrzlove

"Lily" | Undetermined | Snowwire
"Caydin" | Undetermined | ?
"Parsley" | Undetermined | Sycophantism

Apperance

Physical Attributes: Even in her youth, it's plain to see her genetics favored her father in terms of her overall build. Her short, stocky frame maintains just enough lean streamlining to keep her appearing fit, but she'll never accomplish the regal look of a tall, sleek shorthair. Her head, triangular in shape, is graced with a strong chin and muzzle of medium length lined with pearly, needling fangs. Bright eyes drink in the world surrounding her, almond-shaped and hued in a rich Caribbean green along the outer iris, fading into an oceanic cerulean ringing the dark pupils. Hecate considers them her best attribute, using them to her best advantage of pitiful or kittenish displays if she thinks it might result in getting what she's currently seeking.Corded muscle is already developing over heavy bones, yielding the young kitten with a prowling, low-slung gait that will only grow more pronounced with age. Sturdy legs support this highly animated kit, almost always churning like a well-oiled machine from her abundant supply of vivacious energy spent on exploring her boundaries (and occasionally trying to press beyond them). Hecate's fluffy baby fur is already plush with the promise of a luxuriously long adult coat like her sire, and once shed into her adult coat, will be the same silky texture of her mother's gleaming pelt. The vast majority of her color is velvety gunmetal gray, a few shades lighter than the abyssal obsidian of her mother and several notches darker than that of her father.Breaking the mold of deep, neutral pigment is white patterning which accents wonderfully. Hecate's face is masked in a tuxedo's alabaster mask, broken only by the arcing, triangular patch from nose to forehead of fragmented smoke pelage, a pitch isle in a sea of winter snow. A small diamond of white adorns the tip of the mask's apex, like a star cresting over the top of a moonlight-silhouetted mountain. Apart from this and the continued white that bibs her neck only to continue along her undercarriage, she boasts one long sleeve of the pale frosted tint along her left foreleg as well as the round digits of her right paw. The asymmetrical stockings suit the young she-cat all the same, an oddly appropriate happenstance given her offbeat rhythm of life. Accessories: None currently! Will add as she collects and demands ALL THE THINGS during adolescence.

Personality

Importuning: If one thing can be said for this young she-cat, it's that she has a penchant for knowing exactly what she wants. And oftentimes, she wants it five minutes ago. Hecate has no qualms with asking for her desired treasures, be they tangible in nature or simply valuable in terms of information. Unfortunately, if her perceived needs are not met to satisfaction or are refused, she can become persistent with her implored wishes or even demanding of them. Harping is not beneath her, and she will resort to irritating heckling if she believes it will procure the intended results she seeks. This is oftentimes a last resort, as her preference of attracting the metaphorical flies with honey as opposed to vinegar has been prove more effective route more times than not.

Loquacious: From the moment she was able to formulate and begin threading together words, Hecate has been an incredibly loquacious individual. She could talk the ears off of a fox if they were docile enough to sit complacently by while she babbled on. Engaging with strangers for her is as effortless as a Primary Water-Triber walking on water. It doesn't matter to this she-cat one bit if she's known you for five minutes or five moons, she'll merrily natter on if allowed to let her verbose vocabulary and whimsical ruminations get away from her. Gossip is the wine of her small world, any decadent secret or snippet she can swindle is sure to be parroted off to everyone she encounters afterwards, despite whether or not there's truth to the rabble she's spreading.

Ostentatious: The one thing she likely prizes over a secret to subtly spread through a web of acquaintances is accruing physical trinkets. She's almost draconic in her hoarding habits, having a keen eye for precious metals, gleaming gemstones, and artful accessories. Hecate can certainly seem like a prissy little princess with her overall attitude alongside her coveting of crafted goods to adorn herself with. Much like a magpie, if another were to offer her a shiny object to keep without a cost attached, they'd easily sway her opinion of them into a favorable and preferential light. As she ages, there's no doubt it will become a mission of Hecate's to acquire a myriad of embellishing ornaments to wear and change on a routine basis. Grandiose jewelry serves to compliment her extravagant personality elements.

Sprightly: Hecate is an incredibly animated creature, constantly in motion in one way or another. Her excessive chatter is punctuated by theatrical gestures, while listening is disrupted by fidgety paws and a incessantly twitching tail. It seems as if her energy knows no bounds, constantly evoked by her vivaciously wayward persona to push beyond the realm of fatigue into a state of overdrive until the time for burnout comes. Because of this constant verve, when Hecate does finally settle down for sleep she crashes out harder than a mountain of rocks. Waking her during sleep is the equivalent of attempting to rouse the dead from their graves; unlikely to be successful, and certain to earn a disgruntled, incomprehensible response if accomplished. The term 'nap' does not seem to exist in her vocabulary. Suggesting one to her would probably be laughable.

Overconfident: With confidence levels that verge on the side of arrogance, Hecate isn't to be mistaken for a cat with insecurities. She may be growing up on the smaller side of the spectrum, but she doesn't let that impede her perseverance. Being born to the Silver-Light and Yellow-Water has given the youth the impression that, with such prestigious lineage of veteran officers as her predecessors, she can do anything she puts her mind to. Even if those ideas are particularly outlandish for her inexperienced little self to feasibly attempt, attempt them she shall with unmatched vitriol and vigor burning in her veins as she presses ever onward in her goals. Hecate's rather enchanting charisma is almost contagious in its potency, to the point where she'll attempt to infuse a bit of backbone in even the meekest of cats.

History

Before the Beginning [Prologue]:

What had started seemingly so long ago in the meadows where Lully had confessed the five simple words "I think I like you," to the Bombay Silver-Light had slowly grown like a carefully kindled flame. Despite the waves of tragedy crashing against each Tribe, Basil and Lully managed to make the most of time spent with one another during the calm respites of the caiman onslaught that plagued the newly claimed territories. It was after an assault by the armored marsh-dwellers that the Green-Water was reunited by the sight of the Silver-Light, alive and whole, who then requested his presence alone. It was then she told him her first amazing discover; she was pregnant. The parents-to-be soon found themselves mother and father of four fuzzy kittens within the leader's den.With the caiman threat drawing to an end and the Ceremony of Light granting the first litter their tattoos, Basil and Lully watched them take up new ranks as apprentices within their assigned tribes. It would only be a matter of slowly elapsing time before the mated pair would seek the comforts of doting parenthood again...

Roleplay Example

{Yellow-Water | Sterling | Waters of Ezrael} Irises cut from rich citrine glared silently at the radiant sun above in gross disapproval. Impassive, it merely returned her harsh stare twofold with the added bolstering of intense heat. Moth to a flame, her dark, smoky coat drew in the blistering sunlight greedily, threatening to push the she-cat to the verge of heatstroke as well as blindness if she kept up her current antics. Begrudgingly, Sterling lowered her gaze, blinking and giving a slight shake of her head to clear the spots from her vision. The unprotected grass lacing the outskirts of cool, glassy lake was doing nothing to help her plight. Rumbling her disapproval, at last she rose, padding on heavy paws at a lazy trot towards the shoreline, letting the self-stirred breeze comb its invisible fingers through her baking pelage.The passage from dry land to formless fluid was effortless, accomplished with the hardly conscious spark of thought that brought her yellow tattoo cascading across her face and shoulder in a delicate amber glow. Paw pads spreading on the liquid’s surface gave instant relief, coiling the cool temperate up her limbs as splashes from her gait caught in the overly thick coat. Soothed by her element she slowed to a temporary standstill at the lake’s center, scanning the opposite coast with a trained eye her former tribe occupation refused to relinquish. What she saw she could only chalk up to be the worst fishing attempt she’d ever witnessed by a pale feline in the distance.”If you’re trying to catch lunch yourself, you’re doing it wrong.” She called, pursuing the retreating silhouette as it cloaked itself in the shadow of a boulder, drawing nearer from whimsical amusement with a slow, rolling pace.

Description

Tryout for an adoptable kitten from Basil and Lully. c:

Basic Information

Name: Hecate

Kit Name: May (Derived from Lully’s dear friend, Mi)

Age: Newborn

Gender: Female

Tribe: Born into Light-Tribe

Rank: Kit

Skills (Primary):

-None Currently

Relatives and Relationships

Mentor: N/A

Soulbound: N/A

Family:

Mother: Basil | Silver-Light | Sycophantism
Father: Lully | Yellow-Water | Snowwire Siblings: Morton | Blue-Light | Toadfoal Antonia | Pink-Earth | CowElk
Icarus | Blue-Air | Zaabu
Rose | Black-Water | pavrzlove

"Lily" | Undetermined | Snowwire
"Caydin" | Undetermined | ?
"Parsley" | Undetermined | Sycophantism

Apperance

Physical Attributes: Even in her youth, it's plain to see her genetics favored her father in terms of her overall build. Her short, stocky frame maintains just enough lean streamlining to keep her appearing fit, but she'll never accomplish the regal look of a tall, sleek shorthair. Her head, triangular in shape, is graced with a strong chin and muzzle of medium length lined with pearly, needling fangs. Bright eyes drink in the world surrounding her, almond-shaped and hued in a rich Caribbean green along the outer iris, fading into an oceanic cerulean ringing the dark pupils. Hecate considers them her best attribute, using them to her best advantage of pitiful or kittenish displays if she thinks it might result in getting what she's currently seeking.Corded muscle is already developing over heavy bones, yielding the young kitten with a prowling, low-slung gait that will only grow more pronounced with age. Sturdy legs support this highly animated kit, almost always churning like a well-oiled machine from her abundant supply of vivacious energy spent on exploring her boundaries (and occasionally trying to press beyond them). Hecate's fluffy baby fur is already plush with the promise of a luxuriously long adult coat like her sire, and once shed into her adult coat, will be the same silky texture of her mother's gleaming pelt. The vast majority of her color is velvety gunmetal gray, a few shades lighter than the abyssal obsidian of her mother and several notches darker than that of her father.Breaking the mold of deep, neutral pigment is white patterning which accents wonderfully. Hecate's face is masked in a tuxedo's alabaster mask, broken only by the arcing, triangular patch from nose to forehead of fragmented smoke pelage, a pitch isle in a sea of winter snow. A small diamond of white adorns the tip of the mask's apex, like a star cresting over the top of a moonlight-silhouetted mountain. Apart from this and the continued white that bibs her neck only to continue along her undercarriage, she boasts one long sleeve of the pale frosted tint along her left foreleg as well as the round digits of her right paw. The asymmetrical stockings suit the young she-cat all the same, an oddly appropriate happenstance given her offbeat rhythm of life. Accessories: None currently! Will add as she collects and demands ALL THE THINGS during adolescence.

Personality

Importuning: If one thing can be said for this young she-cat, it's that she has a penchant for knowing exactly what she wants. And oftentimes, she wants it five minutes ago. Hecate has no qualms with asking for her desired treasures, be they tangible in nature or simply valuable in terms of information. Unfortunately, if her perceived needs are not met to satisfaction or are refused, she can become persistent with her implored wishes or even demanding of them. Harping is not beneath her, and she will resort to irritating heckling if she believes it will procure the intended results she seeks. This is oftentimes a last resort, as her preference of attracting the metaphorical flies with honey as opposed to vinegar has been prove more effective route more times than not.

Loquacious: From the moment she was able to formulate and begin threading together words, Hecate has been an incredibly loquacious individual. She could talk the ears off of a fox if they were docile enough to sit complacently by while she babbled on. Engaging with strangers for her is as effortless as a Primary Water-Triber walking on water. It doesn't matter to this she-cat one bit if she's known you for five minutes or five moons, she'll merrily natter on if allowed to let her verbose vocabulary and whimsical ruminations get away from her. Gossip is the wine of her small world, any decadent secret or snippet she can swindle is sure to be parroted off to everyone she encounters afterwards, despite whether or not there's truth to the rabble she's spreading.

Ostentatious: The one thing she likely prizes over a secret to subtly spread through a web of acquaintances is accruing physical trinkets. She's almost draconic in her hoarding habits, having a keen eye for precious metals, gleaming gemstones, and artful accessories. Hecate can certainly seem like a prissy little princess with her overall attitude alongside her coveting of crafted goods to adorn herself with. Much like a magpie, if another were to offer her a shiny object to keep without a cost attached, they'd easily sway her opinion of them into a favorable and preferential light. As she ages, there's no doubt it will become a mission of Hecate's to acquire a myriad of embellishing ornaments to wear and change on a routine basis. Grandiose jewelry serves to compliment her extravagant personality elements.

Sprightly: Hecate is an incredibly animated creature, constantly in motion in one way or another. Her excessive chatter is punctuated by theatrical gestures, while listening is disrupted by fidgety paws and a incessantly twitching tail. It seems as if her energy knows no bounds, constantly evoked by her vivaciously wayward persona to push beyond the realm of fatigue into a state of overdrive until the time for burnout comes. Because of this constant verve, when Hecate does finally settle down for sleep she crashes out harder than a mountain of rocks. Waking her during sleep is the equivalent of attempting to rouse the dead from their graves; unlikely to be successful, and certain to earn a disgruntled, incomprehensible response if accomplished. The term 'nap' does not seem to exist in her vocabulary. Suggesting one to her would probably be laughable.

Overconfident: With confidence levels that verge on the side of arrogance, Hecate isn't to be mistaken for a cat with insecurities. She may be growing up on the smaller side of the spectrum, but she doesn't let that impede her perseverance. Being born to the Silver-Light and Yellow-Water has given the youth the impression that, with such prestigious lineage of veteran officers as her predecessors, she can do anything she puts her mind to. Even if those ideas are particularly outlandish for her inexperienced little self to feasibly attempt, attempt them she shall with unmatched vitriol and vigor burning in her veins as she presses ever onward in her goals. Hecate's rather enchanting charisma is almost contagious in its potency, to the point where she'll attempt to infuse a bit of backbone in even the meekest of cats.

History

Before the Beginning [Prologue]:

What had started seemingly so long ago in the meadows where Lully had confessed the five simple words "I think I like you," to the Bombay Silver-Light had slowly grown like a carefully kindled flame. Despite the waves of tragedy crashing against each Tribe, Basil and Lully managed to make the most of time spent with one another during the calm respites of the caiman onslaught that plagued the newly claimed territories. It was after an assault by the armored marsh-dwellers that the Green-Water was reunited by the sight of the Silver-Light, alive and whole, who then requested his presence alone. It was then she told him her first amazing discover; she was pregnant. The parents-to-be soon found themselves mother and father of four fuzzy kittens within the leader's den.With the caiman threat drawing to an end and the Ceremony of Light granting the first litter their tattoos, Basil and Lully watched them take up new ranks as apprentices within their assigned tribes. It would only be a matter of slowly elapsing time before the mated pair would seek the comforts of doting parenthood again...

Roleplay Example

{Yellow-Water | Sterling | Waters of Ezrael} Irises cut from rich citrine glared silently at the radiant sun above in gross disapproval. Impassive, it merely returned her harsh stare twofold with the added bolstering of intense heat. Moth to a flame, her dark, smoky coat drew in the blistering sunlight greedily, threatening to push the she-cat to the verge of heatstroke as well as blindness if she kept up her current antics. Begrudgingly, Sterling lowered her gaze, blinking and giving a slight shake of her head to clear the spots from her vision. The unprotected grass lacing the outskirts of cool, glassy lake was doing nothing to help her plight. Rumbling her disapproval, at last she rose, padding on heavy paws at a lazy trot towards the shoreline, letting the self-stirred breeze comb its invisible fingers through her baking pelage.The passage from dry land to formless fluid was effortless, accomplished with the hardly conscious spark of thought that brought her yellow tattoo cascading across her face and shoulder in a delicate amber glow. Paw pads spreading on the liquid’s surface gave instant relief, coiling the cool temperate up her limbs as splashes from her gait caught in the overly thick coat. Soothed by her element she slowed to a temporary standstill at the lake’s center, scanning the opposite coast with a trained eye her former tribe occupation refused to relinquish. What she saw she could only chalk up to be the worst fishing attempt she’d ever witnessed by a pale feline in the distance.”If you’re trying to catch lunch yourself, you’re doing it wrong.” She called, pursuing the retreating silhouette as it cloaked itself in the shadow of a boulder, drawing nearer from whimsical amusement with a slow, rolling pace.