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Description
ToyHouseTracker
General
Name: Snake
Past names: Snakefeather, snakepaw, snakekit
Nicknames: None
Starting Age and Date: 3 years 02/11/23
Current Age: 3 years
Sex: Female
Gender/Pronouns: She/her
Physical Appearance: Feminine
Rank:
Past Rank(s): Kit, Apprentice, Bone bearer
Likes: Swimming, combat, fish
Dislikes: whining, birds, snakes
Fears: Heights
Habits: Zoning out,
Appearance
General Description: Snakefeather is on the more dainty side with long and silky fur. She has various shades of muted browns and beige, her coat adorned with rosette markings. She gained her namesake of "feather" from her long and floofy tail and mane-like fur around her neck and cheeks.
Fur Color: Brown
Fur Texture and Length: Sleek and whispy. Her fur is quite long everywhere but enhanced by her neck, cheeks and tail. Waterproof barrier like a duck's
Eyes: Green
Build: Sleek but athletic, ideal for streamlined swimming
Scars: Minor small ones over her body, nothing worth noting
Missing Limbs: None
Accessories: None
Personality
Over all:
Positive
- Ambitious: If Snake wants something, she will put her all into achieving it, and often wont stop hyper-fixating on it until she has gotten it.
- Confident: Not one to be nervous or shy in any situation, quite obvious in the way she holds herself.
- Adaptful: Can quickly adjust to tricky situations or environments and be on the road for a plan to get out of it.
Neutral
- Reserved: Snake likes her alone time, and will often keep to herself in large gatherings, all a very small friend group.
- Snarky: A sharp tongue, that can be rather quick with come backs
Negative
- Manipulative: Snake has a way of sweet talking people into doing what she wants, its like a game to her, the longer the more challenging.
- Prideful: Whilst not necessarily a negative treat, more often than not her prideful side can lead to quite nasty interactions if damaged.
Hidden
- Vengeful: Snake isn't afraid to get her hands dirty to get back at those who have wronged her.
Relationships
Mother: Maplespirit (NPC) (Deceased)
Father: Unknown Kittypet (NPC)
Sibling(s): None
Mate: None
Ex-Mate: None
Crush(es): None
Offspring: 4 deceased kits
Extended Family: None
Close Friends: None
Friends: None
Acquaintances: None
Enemies: None
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Sexuality: Straight
Availability: Open to both serious and flings!
Likes: Complex coats, broader, cocky attitudes
Dislikes: Nervous/meek cats, smaller males
History
Pre-RP
Snake, previously known as Snakefeather, was born into a she-cat only clan - all offspring were usually sired by loners, rouges, kittypets or flings with rival clans. Their territory resided in a deep swamp, allowing the cats to evolve to have a waterproof coating to their fur and slightly webbed toes. Snake was very content within her clan, her mother being the leader of the group and having a high rank herself within the clan, until she fell pregnant to a tom cat from a rival clan... out of the four kits that she gave birth to, only one managed to survive... yet it was a small scruff tom cat who could barely survive the first night. Despite knowing the rules that kept the clan she-cat only, Snake begged her mother to make an exception, to allow her to keep her only kit that had survived. The pleading went on deaf ears, the kit being ripped from her grasp and taken out of the campsite. Whether he was given to a two-leg den or left out deep in the swamp, snake never knew.
Overcome with grief, Snake distanced herself from her clan day by day, until that grief turned into bitterness...
Before the great end cats had mysteriously began missing from camp....
Current
N/A
Roleplay
RP Preference: Anywhere, not fussed
RP Style: 3rd person, past tense, literate and ideally more than a few sentances.
Timezone: GMT
RP Example:
The young she-cat sighed in relief as the pressure of the rogue was off of her, although quickly replaced by a Tom cat who sent the other cat scrambling away with speed. She watched her flee, getting up to stand, her chest heaving with the effort and strain- she was beyond exhausted and now that the adrenaline was starting to fade she could feel the sharp pains of her wounds creeping in, a good few had been somewhat deep. Her ears flicked towards the Tom-cat, wide eyes staring back at him, she half believed him after all there wouldn’t be much point to scaring the other feline off only to continue the beating. But at the same time this was a cat from the same group who had attacked her clan. Finding her words she twisted her face in thought ”Im Quailpaw..” there was a question just a the tip of her tongue, her curiosity winning over. ”Not to be rude but may I ask why you helped me, you know considering” Quailpaw braced herself in case he lunged at her, but honestly it was more for her benefit than attacking, she was much to tired to fight and she doubted she’d have such luck again.