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! [ 7 / 11 / 18 ] updated general, description and personality
general
name : lighterfluid
prefix meaning : for their pale eyes and slim frame as a kit.
suffix meaning : for their fluid way of moving.
past name[s] : lighterpaw | lighterkit
gender : genderfluid
pronouns : she / he / they
assigned at birth : male
season of birth : mid-fall
cause of death : --
clan : scrapclan
rank : warrior
mentor : dewstar | riverfrost [ formerly, deceased ]
apprentice[s] : knotdots
parents : palethroat [ dad ] | shredshadow [ dad also ] | polarspirit [ mom, deceased ]
sibling[s] :
littermates: venomscratch [ brother ] | monsterprick [ brother, deceased ] | scorpiongaze [ paternal half-sister ] | weepingpoison [ paternal half-sister, deceased ] | spiderpaw [ paternal half-brother, deceased ] | needlepaw [ paternal half-brother, deceased ]
mate : knotdots
orientation : doesn't care about that
attractions : already found their soulmate
kits : sawyersong [ son ] | phoebeflight [ daughter ]
description
brief appearance : a black cat with large ears, a pincer-like tail, and splotches of white across their front.
structure : lean-muscled and long-legged.
size : a little above average.
scars/disabilities : --
scent : like a street... oily.
key features : striking gaze, long neck fur, pincer tail.
persona
personality : aggressive in every meaning of the word, they're strongly opinionated with a temper, they pick fights often and wont listen to the other side until after they're done beating into them. in spite of this they have a weird natural knack for supporting their family members and try their hardest to be comforting to those they care about when need be, they actually kind of wise beyond their years if you talk to them long enough, and seem to recognize that they're unnaturally obsessed with violence. they aren't about beating around the bush and call it as they see it, they don't see the point in being kind to people unless they've earned it, and will often be perceived as irrevocably rude. [ to be redone ]
skills / strengths : has a lot of passion.
weaknesses / flaws : very standoffish and can't be bothered with most cats besides family.
ambitions / goals : to be the absolute best for their budding family.
fears : that something will happen to his mate or kits.
trivia :
- they orginally were missing fur due to alopecia areata.
- f3 savannah through their father, plaethroat.
- neutered.
history
origin : scrapclanner
backstory : lighterkit was born to palethroat and shredshadow of scrapclan along many siblings- both full and half. their parents were in something of a poly 'relationship'- if you could call it that, they were more in lust than in love, really -and shredshadow managed to get both of his partners pregnant around the same time. he was the second born following his brother, monsterkit, and preceding the other, venomkit, with a thin coat that eventually began shedding away until he was mostly bare skin; this scared his other father, palethroat, a lot but as of besides his alopecia and the occasional cold he's been relatively healthy.
rp history : he's been training with his ancestor, rustytalon, in starclan so that he can protect himself from her rival's descendents and has been absolutely thriving alongside venomkit; he seems closest to him and their half-sister scorpionkit, often cuddling within the den, stealing warmth from the furrier two. he got in a fight with his other half-sister, weepingkit, for bringing harm to both of them recently and got in trouble because of it but doesn't regret it in the slightest.
relationships
bearclan :
[ marigoldsear | Alopiidae | sibling savior ]
"I really don't want to think about what could've happened if she hadn't been there..."
fernclan :
[ name | owner | relation ]
"..."
dampclan :
[ name | owner | relation ]
"..."
flareclan :
[ name | owner | relation ]
"..."
desertclan :
[ whiskerpaw | IWinterGriarI | stranger ]
"He was there when I went to thank Marigoldsear... he looks stringy."
scrapclan :
[ shredshadow | Alopiidae | daddy ]
"... he just doesn't get it."
[ palethroat | Alopiidae | dad ]
"I'm with Venomkit- I hope I'll get as tall as him. He's a pretty good dad too... he might be mad that I attacked Weepingkit, though."
[ polarspirit | Alopiidae | mom ]
"She's very good and most certainly is gonna be mad at me when she hears that I beat up her daughter..."
[ monsterkit | sIeepykit | brother ]
"He shoved me out of the way in the womb and that's the only reason he popped out first- the only reason."
[ venomkit | Alopiidae | brother ]
"I just-- ughhh-- he's... my best friend-- I think? I'm still pissed about what happened."
[ needlekit | SugarySkulls | half-brother ]
"I got him to eat my vomit once; it was fucking hilarious."
[ spiderkit | SugarySkulls | half-brother ]
"Hasn't hit me yet and I am ever grateful for it."
[ scorpionkit | Alopiidae | half-sister ]
"She's a fucking nerd but like... a cool nerd, I guess, she's better at cuddling than you'd think."
[ weepingkit | TeaXBee | half-sister ]
"I hope she chokes on crowfood."
wildclan :
[ name | owner | relation ]
"..."
non-clan :
[ sharpwater | AlbertByakuya666 | stranger ]
"... fucking creep."
dead :
[ rustytalon | Alopiidae | ancestor ]
"She's really cool and thinks I'm gonna grow up to be a real great warrior! I don't want to let her down."
[ metalgleam | Alopiidae | daddy's daddy ]
"He's definitely daddy's daddy alright..."
art
[ my art ]
[ others art ]
roleplaying information
my name and pronouns : avery [ he / him ]
timezone : pacific daylight time [utc -7]
comments : ok
notes : ok
chatzy : ok
skype and group chat : ok
other : talk to me abt it
g/pg : ok
pg13 : ok
m : eh
character (c) me
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"Are you sure this will be a good idea? They are rather... small."
"They're two of the biggest ones! And the two with the most punch in 'em."
What a strange dream...
Something stirred awake beside Lighterkit. Looking up, they could see two adult cats, glittering with stars - the familiar face of Rustytalon, and next to her, a less familiar face, stony-expressioned and grey. Had it been darker, Venomkit might have mistaken him for their father.
[that's right ur surrounded by THREE of my assholes tonight :/]
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Lighterkit was quick to mash themselves against their brother in an attempt to assert their dominance as soon as they were 'awake' enough to function, the larger getting a face full of smothering wrinkles, before stretching out with a small squeaky yawn- eyes finally opening after their tiny display. The kit perks up considerably when he sees Rustytalon though confusion quickly fills his face at the new cat, sniffing the air, wary.
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'Pbbbbtttt' Venomkit exhaled into the kitten in his face, rubbed his eyes on their back, and lifted his head high enough that the other couldn't reach his face. He then put his front paws on the other, and stood up.
"Oh yes, Rustytalon." Metalgleam said in an exasperated tone "Very intimidating."
Rustytalon ignored him. "Look how big you two are getting! Don't mind your grouchy grandpa, he's just concerned." she smiled and ruffled the fur on the grey cat's head to make her point. His expression didn't change.
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Lighterkit let out a strangled mew when they were stepped on, luckily not hearing what the older tom had to say or else they would've had words between them, shoving their brother away before scrambling up to Rustytalon- eyes beaming. "--and I still have more wringl--wrinkles to grow into! I'm going to be huge." He chirped, bouncing slightly, before looking to Metalgleam and cocking his head. "You look like daddy." It was said skeptically. They apparently accepted that Venomkit was just-- there.
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Venomkit giggled, rolling away after being shoved. He curiously approached the adult cats, accepting his own presence just as easily as the other.
"Good." Metalgleam replied "He is my son, after all." He would be very... concerned if he didn't look like him.
"Isn't that great!" Rustytalon declared "You are getting bigger though - so I think it's time to maybe learn a few little battle moves!" She knew this could be a lot of trouble if her enemies caught her, but the tensions were rising, and these kids needed a fighting chance.
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"Daddy's daddy." Lighterkit murmured, almost reverently, before turning his attention about Rustytalon- he bounced in place again, hopping up and down with excitement, clearly ecstatic at the prospect of learning how to fight- they were going to kick butt. "I'm ready!" Yes, the familial affinity for violence was there.
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"You will be! Once you learn proper battle safety!" Rustytalon said "We're just training here, right? So claws in." She flashed her claws momentarily before retracting them.
Venomkit looked down at his own paws, unsheathing his claws just to check on them before putting them away.
"All wounds sustained here are real..." Metalgleam explained "You will feel them, and there will be marks on your bodies when you wake..."
"... If you're wounded!"
"... If you wake."
Rustytalon cast the descendant a glance, before looking at the kits again "Remember, you're still very small, and you don't want to hurt each other."
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Lighterkit made a particularly huffy noise at the safety instruction, sheathing his own as much as possible into the weird folds of his skin and what little fur upon is paws he had, though he seemed to perk up considerably at Metalgleam's ominous phrasing- letting out a rumble of excitement before nodding. "Okay-- okay." They bumped Venomkit again, like an asshole, but like... still playfully too.
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[This thing would be ridiculously long if I went too much into detail because it'll be repetitive, so I'll describe the tasks and you can just write how well Lighter does.]
"Alright, tonight we just wanna really cover strikes, blocks, counters, and what to do in an emergency." Rustytalon said, "First, you two can just watch us demonstrate, then you can try them out on us one at a time."
"Until you get it right." Metalgleam said, almost ominously.
Venomkit did his best 'listening face'..... mouth shut and eyes peacefully half-lidded.
The two adults spent a few minutes pretend-hitting, and describing what they were doing, slowly, before repeating the moves at full speed.
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Rustytalon appears in the baby's dream. This dear, sweet little moldy-avocado-lookin' motherfucker... she thought How excellent.
"Awww, hello there!"
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Lighterkit is more than slightly confused as to where exactly they are, it's very shimmery, it hurts their eyes- is their skin going to burn? Oh, they hope not, another session of aloe rubbing or something doesn't seem nice. She starts considerably with the sudden, unfamiliar voice, that addresses her; she whips around, tail twitching, and skin wrinkling majestically. "Er-- Hello."
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"Look. At. You. Ohh!" Rustytalon leaned in "You are adorable~ I am a StarClan cat, I'm your great-great-great-great-great? grandma. Or, one of them at least. This is a dream, I just thought I'd visit."
The present cat bears slight resemblance to garbage-dad...
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As the she-cat leans in Lighterkit seems to fold their head a little closer to their body but not much else, either brave enough to keep from moving or too naive to realize that they should, skinny tufted tail flicking rather quickly before going eerily still around their haunch. The kit's eyes squint, picking up on the odd resemblance, before lifting up to sit on their hind legs so that a paw to gently pat at their great-great-great-great(?) grandma's cheek- leaving it there afterwards. "Oh- okay then. You think I'm adorable?" Good priorities, Lighterkit.
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"Yes, of course." she purred, delighted. She had missed little kits, having been a nightmarish monster for some years. Now she had the upper hand over Wrencry; she could visit babies without them screaming. Take that, bitch.
I honestly don't know where I'm going with this it's literally just grandma-comes-for-a-visit]]
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A happy noise bubbled up from the wrinkly kitten, slipping into a high-pitched rumble shortly after, the young one clearly contended and purring now. He continued kneading his paws into the cheeks of his great-great-great-great-great(?) grandmas face, careful not to unsheathe his sharp kitten claws into it, before plopping back down with a smile. "You're adorable too, grandma." The kit chirped, tail swaying lightly, and eyes somehow getting seemingly brighter.[ they just hanging out- bein family -hi grandma ]
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"Sounds questionable, but thanks!" she purred. It had been a while since she had spent time with such a young kit so she didn't really know what to do besides handle with caution. She had noticed this one had been sickly... and took it upon herself as resident immune-to-mortal-illness-and-unfazed-by-gross-stuff cat to interact with this one in particular.
[too young and tiny to receive wise teachings in the ancient art of Swag just yet, so I must fumble about trying to put myself in grandma cat shoes]
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"Nooo," the kit crooned when the word 'questionable' had arisen, leaning back onto their haunches to bump their wrinkly forehead against the other's, purring pausing for the kitten to speak only to start back up afterwards. "You remind me of dad who looks like me, kind of, so you are adorable." They chimed, settling down briefly, before bringing their paws back up to the old she-cat's ears; they still managed to keep their claws in despite half trying to climb the other and half trying to embrace her. "We're going to play right?"[ rustytalon then goes on to teach lighterpaw how to maim ]
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"Fair enough," she laughed "Oh, what do you like to play?" she asked as the kit... climbed? She kept her head near to the ground so that they couldn't fall too far - kits had a tendency to drop from the highest spot they can reach. It's baby-physics.
[Naturally~!]
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Obviously, Lighterkit was playing the clambering game at the moment, paws bumping against Rustytalon's head a few times before the young one eventually fell backwards with a light thud and a giggle. "Everything!" It was such a simple and general answer but hey, at least they had the excuse that they were basically an infant right now, smile wide. "I like you, grandma." They tacked on, feelings laid out rather easily, since- once again -they were like three.
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Rustytalon purred and held out a paw. She didn't really know what to expect the response to it would be, but supposed that maybe a paw could be a game, somehow, to an infant. "I like ya too, kiddo."
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She was a right, a paw could be a game to an infant, immediately Lighterkit was bouncing about with rather ecstatic giggles- tail lashing about like a whip with all the excitement -before dropping down his upper half into a prone position and leaping at the foot; he stayed on top of it for a few moments before rolling onto his side and kicking his feet up at the offending body part with a shrill laugh. The kit was having an absolutely fantastic time.[ good pounce, good future killer ]
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"Ahh, would'ya lookit that." she smiled "Already got yer back-kick down, and only some couple a weeks old." she moved her paw a bit slowly, letting them chase it around.
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An eruption of giggles spilled forth from the kitten as they watched the other's foot move about, having relinquished their grip on it so that they could continue to play, batting and swatting out the appendage with needle-sharp claws. Face wrinkles only becoming more prominent as they smiled, letting out happy little chirping noises, and aborted purrs. "I'm gonna be a great fighter!" There was pure determination in their proclamation, only to be undermined as they flopped on to their side with little grace, still giggling.
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"I'm sure you will be, with time and much practice. Get the swing right, learn where the jugular is, all that sh-tuff. Stuff." The old cat had existed for nearly 300 moons, she knew a few things about becoming a great fighter.
And by a few, I mean like, 87 or more, approximately.
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The young kit seemed to ponder this briefly, still laid out in front of the old cat, before stretching out and finally speaking up. "Will you help me?" It sounded incredibly hopeful, cadence higher than ever, peering at their ancestor with large- near owl-ish -eyes and a soft smile. "I'd be a real good learner!"
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"Maybe." she replied "For now, you are much too small. Not enough leg. Grow some more, and put those learning skills to use with all that stuff like uh, eating and keeping on your feet n all that." the old cat didn't want to make promises, or dismiss the idea.
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"Psh-- I already know how to eat!" They didn't comment about keeping on their feet though, they were still growing into their paws and had their fair share of tumbles, they weren't about to lie to great-great-great-great-great grandma about that. They, also, didn't press the issue either; merely said their piece about sustenance consumption and went back to stretching out in front of her, wrinkles disappearing ever so briefly only to come back tenfold when they went lax, rolling around.
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"Oh really?" she smiled, wondering if the kit knew she could watch the kits' every movement. With that in mind, she posed the question "How are your siblings doing? You sure have a lot, and I have not yet met them personally..."
Rustytalon had had no siblings. If she did, she did not remember them, having been kitnapped at such a young age... but this kit had six. Record-breaking.
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"Mhm! I nearly eat as much as Monsterkit!" The child proclaimed proudly, eyes scrunching shut as they boasted, letting out another fit of high-pitched tittering; their eyes widened as the she-cat asked about their littermates, puffing out their cheeks as they thought, tail flicking idly in the meantime. "They're doing alright, I think! Weepingkit's a little bit... weird and Scorpionkit's really anxious but I can't really judge- I'm wrinkly and leaky." Lighterkit shrugged, skin folds dragging across the ground majestically as they did so, tone light.
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"Wrinkles are good, means there's still enough room in your skin to grow." she said "As for leaks uhh... well, we can't keep everything inside, it would build up."
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"I must have lots of growing to do..." The kitten murmured, as if in awe of themself and all their wrinkly bits, before sniffling rather loudly. "The others keep it inside... for the most part." They argued, brow furrowed, a distinct 'v' appearing in the skin of their forehead as they spoke.
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"You do." she said "You'll probably end up somewhere between your dads' heights..." she said, thinking about it. The other two kittens made this one look like a runt, but they were certainly not small. The three were part serval (a fact that I just realized reading Pale's app again last night RIP), not that Rustytalon would know that...
"They probably just pee more." she suggested.
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Lighterkit nodded in assent at the other's explanation, it made sense-- kind of, the others did seem to have to go for potty breaks more often... [ where should we go from here my dude ]
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"Purrrhaps you should get some more rest... Goodnight." she said, letting the kit dream a real dream...
[This one started a couple moons ago, maybe we should start a new one. I got a little idea that'll help set up for the thing later]
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[ lighterkit then dreamt of themselves in a sitcom as a twoleg... hit me up with that idea tho yo ]
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I'll start a new comment so we can go back and read it easier -
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lighterkit: correction, an avocado kitten
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There they are.............. my child.........................
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-holds an arms length away- there we go
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she turns to face u and coughs directly towards ur face
u feel a slight spray
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looks like someone needs a face mask,,,
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can't for the rest of the family to be posted lol
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