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Art and Design by WhenDuskFalls

Present Name | Dustcurl
Former Name(s) | Dustkit, Dustpaw

Prefix Meaning | Dust-, for her sandy markings and dust-like freckles on her face.
Suffix Meaning | -curl, for her impish, sultry personality as well as her twisty, lithe fighting style.

Designated Gender | dFab

Preferred Gender | Female

Pronouns | She/Her

Age | 39 Moons

Last Age-Up Date | 6/28/2018

Date of Birth | February 15, 2018

Physical Description | Dustcurl is a slim, beautiful seal lynx point with bright, blizzard-blue eyes. She has one folded ear, short to medium length fur, and has lithe, well-toned long legs.

Unique Identifying Features | One ear is folded down, striking arctic blue eyes, "freckles" under the eyes, and a tail that ends in a tuft due to a certain nervous habit that Dustcurl has of over-grooming her tail. Most of the fur has been shorn short besides the more elusive tip--perhaps only spared because Dustcurl has found herself fond of the look. Should her grooming of the tail cease, the fur will grow back in normally like any other tail.

Breed | Moggy

Affiliation | GorseClan

Former Mentor | Tornclaw
Apprentice | N/A

Former Apprentice | Nightpaw --> Nightbringer

Behaviour |
Calm/Cool Headed | Sharp/Intuitive | Charming | Manipulative | Lazy

+Calm/Cool Headed+
This warrior doesn't let things get to her. Really, the only stuff that riles her up are insults to her brothers or attempts to maim/hurt them. Dustcurl has learned to be extremely laid back and finds that the best way to go about life is to live it as uninhibited as possible. This way of life ensures that one won't take things too hard, too seriously, or too intensely. It would take quite a bit of trauma to shake Dustcurl up.

+Sharp and Intuitive+
Dustcurl is an extremely intelligent cat. She can construct and deconstruct social situations and their consequences in her head at breakneck speeds, in order to support her manipulative streak. She is also very logical and practical, which makes her extremely proficient at strategizing battles. Because she is naturally gifted at finding cats’ weaknesses, she can create and predict outcomes of battles based on the variables at play, and plan accordingly. She is excellent at constructing battle tactics and exploiting environmental advantages in battle.

~Charming~
Dustcurl makes it her personal mission to be as welcoming and pleasant as possible, especially when it is to her benefit to do so. She doesn't have to try very hard, and her charming nature is very natural for her. Dustcurl's voice greatly helps in this department, the sultry, smooth drip of words tends to put cats at ease, and is very beneficent to her popularity with toms and mollies alike. Dustcurl's charm makes her a pleasant, deceptively friendly presence on the border, and she'll likely be inclined to make saucy conversation and mechanations rather than threats.

- Manipulative -
Dustcurl has learned how to combine her fetching good looks and her sharp intelligence into a perfect manipulation machine. She knows just what to do to make sure she gets what she wants, and is very rarely caught--unless she wants to be. She can twist cats in the most disturbing ways with only her words and her appearance, though most of her manipulations are to get out of work and support her lazy nature. This dangerous skill has become a fearsome strategy in battle/espionage tactics--to where Dustcurl has made attempts to manipulate enemies into bowing to her whims.

- Lazy and Indolent -

This trait goes hand in hand with Dustcurl's manipulative tendencies, as she often uses her tricks to get out of doing work. She will often use her quick tongue and impish ways to get other cats to do or get things for her when she's too lazy to get up and do it herself. She'll even go so far as to flirt or lead on cats regardless of gender if she thinks it'll get them to do stuff for her. She has absolutely no boundaries when it comes to her slothful ways.

Strength | Cunning - Charm/Ability to Persuade Others - Endurance Running - Combat - Stamina - Agility

Weakness | Laziness - Strength - Patience - Ability to Empathize - Rebel Complex/Authority Issues

  Strength | ••••○○○○○○○○ [4/12]

          Defense | ••••••○○○○ [6/10]

          Agility | •••••○○○○○ [5/10] +2 In Camp

          Endurance | 20

          Intelligence | ••••••••○○ (8)

          Tracking | ••○○○○○○○○ (2)

Sexual Orientation | Pansexual with slight Polysexual tendencies (Likes to have multiple sexual partners, but knows when to commit to one person)
Romantic Orientation | Panromantic
Relationship Status | Experienced but Single
Mate | N/A
Past Partners/Flings | Sootstar (Sootmask at the time), Flameburst, Amberheart, Snowystar (Snowybrook at the time)
Attracted To | Confidence and dark pelts especially. No one in particular at this moment.

Other Friendships/Relationships |

To Be Added As Roleplay Progresses

Mother | Redwhisker - Alive - GorseClan - NPC

Father | Tallears - Alive - GorseClan - NPC

Siblings | Stormfrost - Alive in GorseClan - Brother - Saffita101
Sunfreckle - Alive in GorseClan - Brother - WhenDuskFalls

Other Relatives | N/A

Backstory |

Kithood
Dustkit's childhood was more or less the standard, run of the mill experience you might expect of a clan kitten. Her mother, Redwhisker, was loving and stern--able to keep Dustkit and her two brothers, Stormkit and Sunkit, out of harm's way. In her early days, Dustkit took a shine to her mother's personality and attitude, and began to take on some of those qualities that she so admired. When not under the watchful eye of Redwhisker, Dustkit often found herself being the one to break apart her brothers' squabbles and tiffs, mimicking the stoic calm of their mother in order to reign in Sunkit and Stormkit's chaos. However, Dustkit was far from a rule-follower, and despite her maternal (and sometimes bossy) attitude towards her brothers, she happened to be a large contributor to the litter's mischief. Even in those younger days, Dustkit found herself more inclined to charm her way out of labor than do actual work--so when Tallears began to take a special interest in Sunkit and Stormkit's fights, Dustkit naively felt nothing but relief. At least their father wasn't pushing her to go and scuffle with her brothers. That just sounded like a lot of work, and she was definitely not into it. Initially, she thought nothing of Tallears' complete disinterest in her future. Dustkit thought it was more than enough that Tallears was kind and accepting of her, and wouldn't think to question his lack of a deeper connection with her until her later moons.

Apprenticeship
Upon their sixth month of life, Dustkit and her siblings ranked up to 'paws and were given mentors. Dustpaw, though initially excited and energetic about her training, was swiftly deflated as the leader gave her Tornclaw as a mentor. The tom was older in moons, and hadn't a funny bone in his body. He was rude, strict, and expected Dustpaw to give her entire being over to his training without hesitation. And it was this exact expectation that caused Dustpaw to dig in her heels and do the opposite. Her first moon of apprenticeship was nothing but skipping training sessions in lieu of running the moor or prowling the mountainside for yummy, easy bird's eggs to eat. Dustpaw began to gain a reputation for being shiftless and wickedly charming, her silver tongue and pretty face getting her out of many apprentice's tasks and punishments. To her delight, each act of pure laziness and manipulation brought Tornclaw to the edge of insanity. He couldn't figure out why she was acting so far below her potential, and only tightened his stranglehold on Dustpaw's training, hoping to exhaust the insolence out of her. It worked for a tenuous pawful of days, but that was all that was needed. With Dustpaw back in the training hollow and not off taking a nap, she could clearly see the dangerous rivalry that had all but exploded between her brothers.

Suddenly, Dustpaw's days of being carefree and inattentive felt incredibly selfish. The young she-cat could only watch for the first few sessions, needing to work arduously (read: painfully) with Tornclaw in order to catch up. But she was not pleased with her observations, and for once, she wished she could join in the work rather than sit on the sidelines, helpless. In the sparring sessions she witnessed, Dustpaw was able to put her sharp intellect to use and begin to piece together the true nature of her family life, and why her brothers seemed so hellbent on beating each other to a pulp. It appeared that she hadn't been the only one to be given a difficult mentor, as Stormpaw seemed to be getting pushed further and further by Spiderwalker and, many times, Tallears as well. Dustpaw's gut would twist every time she saw her father enter the training area, but even with her concern over Stormpaw and Sunpaw, she couldn't help but feel a spark of jealousy. Her brothers had always garnered the attention of Tallears, seemingly with no effort at all. Meanwhile, Dustpaw had been seriously slacking in her first moon as an apprentice, and her father had barely even a word to say to her or Tornclaw about it. In fact, the more Dustpaw thought about her relationship with Tallears, the more she was sure that he'd never taken a true interest in her at all. He had never wanted to see her training. Had never even shown a slight interest in seeing Stormpaw or Sunpaw spar with her--not even when they were kits. No, his eyes were all for his sons. Nothing left for Dustpaw.

Over the next three moons, Dustpaw's training made a complete about-face. Her initial concern about her brothers had been swamped over by an intense jealousy, a desire to prove to her father that she was worthy of his attention and thoughtful, stern tutelage. Tornclaw was aghast at the she-cat's shocking change of attitude when it came to her training, but he damn well took full advantage of it. Dustpaw was pounded into the ground from dawn until dusk, and most of the time even later and earlier. Her kitten chub melted off her body, leaving only a lean, ferocious molly with a knack for silken words and devastating strikes. Dustpaw became so focused on proving her battle prowess to Tallears that even Tornclaw began to grow concerned, often having to forcefully shove Dustpaw out of the training hollow and into the territory for other important apprentice lessons. But no matter how fierce Dustpaw grew, no matter how deftly her claws sliced through the air, or how swiftly her agile body could strike its target--Tallears did not notice. It was as if she were still that lazy, mischievous kit with no ambition. Dustpaw pushed herself harder, drove her body to nearly harmful lengths in order to garner her father's attention. But it never came. The apprentice was never going to be good enough--even if she were finally permitted to spar with her brothers, even if she won. It wouldn't matter. But Dustpaw would never fully realize this until one fateful day, when she noticed Stormpaw entering camp--battered as if he'd gotten into a scuffle with a nasty rogue.

Intrigued, but not totally stupid, Dustpaw set her intense training aside to make time to observe her brother, that initial concern from the very beginning once again sparking in her chest. Something was not right. Dustpaw watched as Stormpaw returned from his training, day after day, in varying degrees of hurt and disarray. It didn't take her much longer to finally confirm her suspicions, her ambitious burn to please her father suddenly switching to a deep, frigid dislike. Dustpaw carefully approached Stormpaw, gently broaching the subject with him, and trying her best to be there for him, and support his choices. Protect him and Sunpaw as best as she could. Protect Stormpaw from their father's poisonous ambition, and Sunpaw from the truth that would shatter his happy-go-lucky world. From then on until her last moons as an apprentice, Dustpaw swore to be loyal to her brothers, to love them no matter what. And not let her own selfish whims and desires blind her to their sufferings. She finished out her apprentice days bonding as much as possible with her siblings, while easily finishing the rest of her training. Though she probably would have wanted to push herself as hard as she had been before, she just couldn't do it. She couldn't let it consume her time and take her away from watching over Sunpaw and Stormpaw. Especially Stormpaw, who needed someone to talk to so much, despite him never saying so. Dustpaw happily made this small sacrifice, to some small grumblings from Tornclaw--but all was well in the end, and both mentor and apprentice could more than confidently say that Dustpaw was incredibly ready to become a warrior.

Warriorhood

Dustpaw gained the name Dustcurl, for her silver tongue and twisty, snake-like fighting style. It was a name she was proud to bear, and even prouder to bear it next to her newly appointed warrior siblings: Stormfrost and Sunfreckle. Life as a fresh warrior treated Dustcurl quite nicely. She was a beautiful young she-cat, with a long line of suitors--not all from GorseClan. Sootmask made his impression on her at several Gatherings, and Dustcurl made her attractions and intentions clear one late night, after holding up Sootmask long enough so that they were the last ones in the clearing. Needless to say, that night ended up pretty great for both parties involved. After that, Dustcurl found herself in a stage of self-exploration and sexual awakening. She found herself entertaining many sexual partners, and sampling some dating relationships, though nothing too serious ever presented itself. Dustcurl held no bias over borders, gaining trysts from Amberheart, a molly of MapleClan, Snowybrook of StreamClan, and Flameburst from GorseClan as well. But Dustcurl managed to reign in her bout of sexual relationships once she was gifted with a dour little tom for an apprentice: Nightpaw. While Nightpaw lacked the social graces that Dustcurl had, he certainly showed great promise and reminded Dustcurl of her brothers in a number of ways. Nightpaw was curious and sweet like Sunfreckle, yet serious and ambitious like Stormfrost. He was a delightfully refreshing mix of both, and Dustcurl found herself enjoying his training just as much as he was. Nightpaw was a fast learner, and soon picked up on Dustcurl's fighting style, making the two quite a fearsome duo in paired battle. He showed extreme proficiency in fighting, much like Dustcurl, and it came to no surprise when he finally earned the name Nightbringer for his fearsome tactics. Dustcurl was as proud as she'd ever been, both of her apprentice, and of herself for training such a fine young warrior.

Since then, Dustcurl has proven her mettle and worth to GorseClan time and time again--though not without a great amount of manipulation and charm to help her along the way. She still gives in to her more lazy impulses from time to time, but rest assured when there is a call to action, Dustcurl is never one to shy away. She also keeps careful tabs on her brothers, especially since Sunfreckle became deputy--with how much weight Tallears placed on Stormfrost's leadership early in life, Dustcurl is very fearful of the rising tensions between her siblings....

CONTACT INFO:

Your Preferred Name | Batty

Discord User | BattyBasic

Time Zone | UTC-05:00 Eastern Time

Your Preferred Pronouns | She/Her

Description

This application is to be used ONLY for Lost Land.

Art and Design by WhenDuskFalls

Present Name | Dustcurl
Former Name(s) | Dustkit, Dustpaw

Prefix Meaning | Dust-, for her sandy markings and dust-like freckles on her face.
Suffix Meaning | -curl, for her impish, sultry personality as well as her twisty, lithe fighting style.

Designated Gender | dFab

Preferred Gender | Female

Pronouns | She/Her

Age | 39 Moons

Last Age-Up Date | 6/28/2018

Date of Birth | February 15, 2018

Physical Description | Dustcurl is a slim, beautiful seal lynx point with bright, blizzard-blue eyes. She has one folded ear, short to medium length fur, and has lithe, well-toned long legs.

Unique Identifying Features | One ear is folded down, striking arctic blue eyes, "freckles" under the eyes, and a tail that ends in a tuft due to a certain nervous habit that Dustcurl has of over-grooming her tail. Most of the fur has been shorn short besides the more elusive tip--perhaps only spared because Dustcurl has found herself fond of the look. Should her grooming of the tail cease, the fur will grow back in normally like any other tail.

Breed | Moggy

Affiliation | GorseClan

Former Mentor | Tornclaw
Apprentice | N/A

Former Apprentice | Nightpaw --> Nightbringer

Behaviour |
Calm/Cool Headed | Sharp/Intuitive | Charming | Manipulative | Lazy

+Calm/Cool Headed+
This warrior doesn't let things get to her. Really, the only stuff that riles her up are insults to her brothers or attempts to maim/hurt them. Dustcurl has learned to be extremely laid back and finds that the best way to go about life is to live it as uninhibited as possible. This way of life ensures that one won't take things too hard, too seriously, or too intensely. It would take quite a bit of trauma to shake Dustcurl up.

+Sharp and Intuitive+
Dustcurl is an extremely intelligent cat. She can construct and deconstruct social situations and their consequences in her head at breakneck speeds, in order to support her manipulative streak. She is also very logical and practical, which makes her extremely proficient at strategizing battles. Because she is naturally gifted at finding cats’ weaknesses, she can create and predict outcomes of battles based on the variables at play, and plan accordingly. She is excellent at constructing battle tactics and exploiting environmental advantages in battle.

~Charming~
Dustcurl makes it her personal mission to be as welcoming and pleasant as possible, especially when it is to her benefit to do so. She doesn't have to try very hard, and her charming nature is very natural for her. Dustcurl's voice greatly helps in this department, the sultry, smooth drip of words tends to put cats at ease, and is very beneficent to her popularity with toms and mollies alike. Dustcurl's charm makes her a pleasant, deceptively friendly presence on the border, and she'll likely be inclined to make saucy conversation and mechanations rather than threats.

- Manipulative -
Dustcurl has learned how to combine her fetching good looks and her sharp intelligence into a perfect manipulation machine. She knows just what to do to make sure she gets what she wants, and is very rarely caught--unless she wants to be. She can twist cats in the most disturbing ways with only her words and her appearance, though most of her manipulations are to get out of work and support her lazy nature. This dangerous skill has become a fearsome strategy in battle/espionage tactics--to where Dustcurl has made attempts to manipulate enemies into bowing to her whims.

- Lazy and Indolent -

This trait goes hand in hand with Dustcurl's manipulative tendencies, as she often uses her tricks to get out of doing work. She will often use her quick tongue and impish ways to get other cats to do or get things for her when she's too lazy to get up and do it herself. She'll even go so far as to flirt or lead on cats regardless of gender if she thinks it'll get them to do stuff for her. She has absolutely no boundaries when it comes to her slothful ways.

Strength | Cunning - Charm/Ability to Persuade Others - Endurance Running - Combat - Stamina - Agility

Weakness | Laziness - Strength - Patience - Ability to Empathize - Rebel Complex/Authority Issues

  Strength | ••••○○○○○○○○ [4/12]

          Defense | ••••••○○○○ [6/10]

          Agility | •••••○○○○○ [5/10] +2 In Camp

          Endurance | 20

          Intelligence | ••••••••○○ (8)

          Tracking | ••○○○○○○○○ (2)

Sexual Orientation | Pansexual with slight Polysexual tendencies (Likes to have multiple sexual partners, but knows when to commit to one person)
Romantic Orientation | Panromantic
Relationship Status | Experienced but Single
Mate | N/A
Past Partners/Flings | Sootstar (Sootmask at the time), Flameburst, Amberheart, Snowystar (Snowybrook at the time)
Attracted To | Confidence and dark pelts especially. No one in particular at this moment.

Other Friendships/Relationships |

To Be Added As Roleplay Progresses

Mother | Redwhisker - Alive - GorseClan - NPC

Father | Tallears - Alive - GorseClan - NPC

Siblings | Stormfrost - Alive in GorseClan - Brother - Saffita101
Sunfreckle - Alive in GorseClan - Brother - WhenDuskFalls

Other Relatives | N/A

Backstory |

Kithood
Dustkit's childhood was more or less the standard, run of the mill experience you might expect of a clan kitten. Her mother, Redwhisker, was loving and stern--able to keep Dustkit and her two brothers, Stormkit and Sunkit, out of harm's way. In her early days, Dustkit took a shine to her mother's personality and attitude, and began to take on some of those qualities that she so admired. When not under the watchful eye of Redwhisker, Dustkit often found herself being the one to break apart her brothers' squabbles and tiffs, mimicking the stoic calm of their mother in order to reign in Sunkit and Stormkit's chaos. However, Dustkit was far from a rule-follower, and despite her maternal (and sometimes bossy) attitude towards her brothers, she happened to be a large contributor to the litter's mischief. Even in those younger days, Dustkit found herself more inclined to charm her way out of labor than do actual work--so when Tallears began to take a special interest in Sunkit and Stormkit's fights, Dustkit naively felt nothing but relief. At least their father wasn't pushing her to go and scuffle with her brothers. That just sounded like a lot of work, and she was definitely not into it. Initially, she thought nothing of Tallears' complete disinterest in her future. Dustkit thought it was more than enough that Tallears was kind and accepting of her, and wouldn't think to question his lack of a deeper connection with her until her later moons.

Apprenticeship
Upon their sixth month of life, Dustkit and her siblings ranked up to 'paws and were given mentors. Dustpaw, though initially excited and energetic about her training, was swiftly deflated as the leader gave her Tornclaw as a mentor. The tom was older in moons, and hadn't a funny bone in his body. He was rude, strict, and expected Dustpaw to give her entire being over to his training without hesitation. And it was this exact expectation that caused Dustpaw to dig in her heels and do the opposite. Her first moon of apprenticeship was nothing but skipping training sessions in lieu of running the moor or prowling the mountainside for yummy, easy bird's eggs to eat. Dustpaw began to gain a reputation for being shiftless and wickedly charming, her silver tongue and pretty face getting her out of many apprentice's tasks and punishments. To her delight, each act of pure laziness and manipulation brought Tornclaw to the edge of insanity. He couldn't figure out why she was acting so far below her potential, and only tightened his stranglehold on Dustpaw's training, hoping to exhaust the insolence out of her. It worked for a tenuous pawful of days, but that was all that was needed. With Dustpaw back in the training hollow and not off taking a nap, she could clearly see the dangerous rivalry that had all but exploded between her brothers.

Suddenly, Dustpaw's days of being carefree and inattentive felt incredibly selfish. The young she-cat could only watch for the first few sessions, needing to work arduously (read: painfully) with Tornclaw in order to catch up. But she was not pleased with her observations, and for once, she wished she could join in the work rather than sit on the sidelines, helpless. In the sparring sessions she witnessed, Dustpaw was able to put her sharp intellect to use and begin to piece together the true nature of her family life, and why her brothers seemed so hellbent on beating each other to a pulp. It appeared that she hadn't been the only one to be given a difficult mentor, as Stormpaw seemed to be getting pushed further and further by Spiderwalker and, many times, Tallears as well. Dustpaw's gut would twist every time she saw her father enter the training area, but even with her concern over Stormpaw and Sunpaw, she couldn't help but feel a spark of jealousy. Her brothers had always garnered the attention of Tallears, seemingly with no effort at all. Meanwhile, Dustpaw had been seriously slacking in her first moon as an apprentice, and her father had barely even a word to say to her or Tornclaw about it. In fact, the more Dustpaw thought about her relationship with Tallears, the more she was sure that he'd never taken a true interest in her at all. He had never wanted to see her training. Had never even shown a slight interest in seeing Stormpaw or Sunpaw spar with her--not even when they were kits. No, his eyes were all for his sons. Nothing left for Dustpaw.

Over the next three moons, Dustpaw's training made a complete about-face. Her initial concern about her brothers had been swamped over by an intense jealousy, a desire to prove to her father that she was worthy of his attention and thoughtful, stern tutelage. Tornclaw was aghast at the she-cat's shocking change of attitude when it came to her training, but he damn well took full advantage of it. Dustpaw was pounded into the ground from dawn until dusk, and most of the time even later and earlier. Her kitten chub melted off her body, leaving only a lean, ferocious molly with a knack for silken words and devastating strikes. Dustpaw became so focused on proving her battle prowess to Tallears that even Tornclaw began to grow concerned, often having to forcefully shove Dustpaw out of the training hollow and into the territory for other important apprentice lessons. But no matter how fierce Dustpaw grew, no matter how deftly her claws sliced through the air, or how swiftly her agile body could strike its target--Tallears did not notice. It was as if she were still that lazy, mischievous kit with no ambition. Dustpaw pushed herself harder, drove her body to nearly harmful lengths in order to garner her father's attention. But it never came. The apprentice was never going to be good enough--even if she were finally permitted to spar with her brothers, even if she won. It wouldn't matter. But Dustpaw would never fully realize this until one fateful day, when she noticed Stormpaw entering camp--battered as if he'd gotten into a scuffle with a nasty rogue.

Intrigued, but not totally stupid, Dustpaw set her intense training aside to make time to observe her brother, that initial concern from the very beginning once again sparking in her chest. Something was not right. Dustpaw watched as Stormpaw returned from his training, day after day, in varying degrees of hurt and disarray. It didn't take her much longer to finally confirm her suspicions, her ambitious burn to please her father suddenly switching to a deep, frigid dislike. Dustpaw carefully approached Stormpaw, gently broaching the subject with him, and trying her best to be there for him, and support his choices. Protect him and Sunpaw as best as she could. Protect Stormpaw from their father's poisonous ambition, and Sunpaw from the truth that would shatter his happy-go-lucky world. From then on until her last moons as an apprentice, Dustpaw swore to be loyal to her brothers, to love them no matter what. And not let her own selfish whims and desires blind her to their sufferings. She finished out her apprentice days bonding as much as possible with her siblings, while easily finishing the rest of her training. Though she probably would have wanted to push herself as hard as she had been before, she just couldn't do it. She couldn't let it consume her time and take her away from watching over Sunpaw and Stormpaw. Especially Stormpaw, who needed someone to talk to so much, despite him never saying so. Dustpaw happily made this small sacrifice, to some small grumblings from Tornclaw--but all was well in the end, and both mentor and apprentice could more than confidently say that Dustpaw was incredibly ready to become a warrior.

Warriorhood

Dustpaw gained the name Dustcurl, for her silver tongue and twisty, snake-like fighting style. It was a name she was proud to bear, and even prouder to bear it next to her newly appointed warrior siblings: Stormfrost and Sunfreckle. Life as a fresh warrior treated Dustcurl quite nicely. She was a beautiful young she-cat, with a long line of suitors--not all from GorseClan. Sootmask made his impression on her at several Gatherings, and Dustcurl made her attractions and intentions clear one late night, after holding up Sootmask long enough so that they were the last ones in the clearing. Needless to say, that night ended up pretty great for both parties involved. After that, Dustcurl found herself in a stage of self-exploration and sexual awakening. She found herself entertaining many sexual partners, and sampling some dating relationships, though nothing too serious ever presented itself. Dustcurl held no bias over borders, gaining trysts from Amberheart, a molly of MapleClan, Snowybrook of StreamClan, and Flameburst from GorseClan as well. But Dustcurl managed to reign in her bout of sexual relationships once she was gifted with a dour little tom for an apprentice: Nightpaw. While Nightpaw lacked the social graces that Dustcurl had, he certainly showed great promise and reminded Dustcurl of her brothers in a number of ways. Nightpaw was curious and sweet like Sunfreckle, yet serious and ambitious like Stormfrost. He was a delightfully refreshing mix of both, and Dustcurl found herself enjoying his training just as much as he was. Nightpaw was a fast learner, and soon picked up on Dustcurl's fighting style, making the two quite a fearsome duo in paired battle. He showed extreme proficiency in fighting, much like Dustcurl, and it came to no surprise when he finally earned the name Nightbringer for his fearsome tactics. Dustcurl was as proud as she'd ever been, both of her apprentice, and of herself for training such a fine young warrior.

Since then, Dustcurl has proven her mettle and worth to GorseClan time and time again--though not without a great amount of manipulation and charm to help her along the way. She still gives in to her more lazy impulses from time to time, but rest assured when there is a call to action, Dustcurl is never one to shy away. She also keeps careful tabs on her brothers, especially since Sunfreckle became deputy--with how much weight Tallears placed on Stormfrost's leadership early in life, Dustcurl is very fearful of the rising tensions between her siblings....

CONTACT INFO:

Your Preferred Name | Batty

Discord User | BattyBasic

Time Zone | UTC-05:00 Eastern Time

Your Preferred Pronouns | She/Her