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started working on her writen application | october 7th
finished her history | october 9th
did some general tweaks to her history, sexual info and relations | october 9th

**Warning; There is some mature/triggering content in her history.

[General Information]
[name] Quartz
[name origin] Her owners have a strange love for collecting various types of rocks, and named her after one of their favorites.
[age] 9 months
[sex] Female
[breed] Moggy
[rank] Boss Ass Bitch
[mentor] N/A
[clan] None (Kittypet)
[theme songs] Little Fang - Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks |&| My Secret Friend – IAMX feat. Imogen Heap

[Physical Traits]
[general] Quartz is a fair-sized she-cat with an odd pink-hued pelt and a kinked tail.
[pelt] Because she takes baths so often her pelt is very soft and feathery, especially her oddly shaped tail. It also happens to be stained pink, because her owners bathe her in beet water. Her natural pelt color is a milky white, and fades from the pale rose to her natural color every few weeks.
[eyes] Her eyes are a deep, rich brown.

[scent] She carries a rather sweet scent, that of course comes along with the unnatural scent of her owners she lives with.
[build] She is pretty average-sized for a house cat, if a bit small. Her arms are a bit more muscular than you’d expect thanks to her love of climbing and scratching.
[scars] Her only physical deformity is her tail, which is bent in the middle. This happened when she was a few moons younger than she is now, when it was stepped on by a rather large owner, and after not receiving medical attention her tailed ended up healing crooked. If you point it out she’ll probably beat you over the head so do not do that yeah
[voice actor] TBA

[Sexuality Information]
[mate] None
[orientation] Polyamorous Bisexual Panromantic jegus that's a mouthful
[preferences] Although she has a preference for she-cat sexually, Quartz can see herself falling in love with anyone, regardless of gender; although she certainly doesn't want to anytime soon. She loves darker pelts, and felines with strong features, although she has met a few soft ladies that have caught her eye. As for attitude she usually prefers someone who will challenge her and keep things interesting, especially other stubborn she-cats, and tends to go for older felines. She also has a very hard time seeing herself settling down with just one feline, although it could be simply because she is still young. Quartz is very open to new options, as long as she understand what's going on and is in full control.
[history] She has unwillingly done some sexual activities in the past, and because of this tends to lash out in those ways when cornered or angered simply because she doesn’t really understand what happened to her.
[activity] Quartz enjoys teasing other cats, although she has not engaged in any sexual activities as of lately.

[Personality]
[spoiled] ...
[manipulative] ...
[jokester] ...
[curious] ...
[guarded] ...
[fiery] …
[clingy] …
[stubborn] …
[antagonistic] ...
[sadistic] ...

[History]
Quartz’s parent’s story isn’t as romantic as most’s. Her mother was simply a young kittypet who met her father one evening while in heat, and before she knew it her belly was plump with kits. This, of course, wasn’t what her owners wanted. As soon as they noticed her heavy belly, ripe with kits, she was thrown outside and the door was locked behind her. She was so confused and hurt; what was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to feed herself? Desperate, the young queen tried to find the male she’d met the one night, although she didn’t really know if he was a rogue or a housecat like she was. Pregnant and terrified, she searched through the city, looking everywhere for the dark tabby. After a few nights, she eventually crashed in an alley between two brick buildings, where the trash cans were filled with throw-out owner food. She was determined not to let her kits have a bad life because of this. They didn’t need owners; they could be strong rogues just like any cat. They would be happy, and she would do anything for her babies.
City life was harder than it looked. The queen had found a small box to call her new home, as long with an old cloth for comfort, but food was harder to come by than it looked. After only a few weeks of living in the city, the queen came into labor in the middle of the night. She as scared, but after a long night she managed to give birth to two little she-kits. She named them Tia and Jasper, after a few other kittypets she had met a while back. The two were weak, and Jasper was especially sickly compared to her older sister. When the kits were old enough to walk, the three traveled around the city quiet a lot. Always moving to make sure they never upset any of the owner’s who’s alleys they stayed in. That was one thing their mother always made sure they understood; to respect the owners. Even if they might be frightening at times, they were all kind creatures who would help them if they were nice to them in return. Although it was difficult always moving about, Twilight tried to make time for her kits to play. Tia was a very energetic kit and mischievous kit, despite their circumstances. Despite her love for rough-housing, she knew not to sugarcoat things in life. She was forced to grow up quite quickly, with a tough living situation and a sickly sister. Tia was about 6 moons old when they finally met another family of cats, she became curious; especially about the eldest daughter. They usually avoided other felines because they caused trouble, but these cats were different. The eldest daughter was about six moons older than her, and seemed to share a similar interest in Tia as she had for her. The two families discussed eating spots and how to avoid being stepped on before parting ways, but not before the eldest daughter was able to tell Tia to meet her someplace special. The older she-cat, who went by the name of Carla, met her behind a bid a few houses down from where Tia’s family was currently sleeping. She promised the younger she-cat that if she came to visit her every night, she’d teach her a few things. Carla was a pretty she-cat, and was also pretty street-smart. During the night she would teach the little white she-cat little tricks on how to get food from tomcats, and how to pretend to be older than she was. Tia adored the street-cat. All of the things she was taught came in handy in her everyday life, even if it confused her mother when he did them. However, one late night, Carla taught her something she said was something only older cats knew how to do. If she wanted to be older and strong enough to protect her family, Carla said, she’d have to do it to. It made Tia uncomfortable, and the little white she-cat tried to break free from the older she-cats grasp but she refused to let her go. After that night, Tia never went out to see her again. She felt violated and confused. After this, Tia became very guarded and manipulative. She still cared about her sister and her mother, but was afraid of showing her soft side again.
Jasper’s sickness never seemed to get any better, and it was worrying their mother. She knew her daughter wasn’t fit to survive out on the streets like this; it wasn’t right. One day when Quartz returned from patrolling the area to make sure there were not any other cats around their den, her mother was gone and Jasper lay in the center of the alley, unmoving. Utter panic washed through her as the young she-cat quickly tried to wake up her sister, but all she managed to get were a few small squeaks from the other she-cat. Without her mother around, Tia felt trapped. What was she supposed to do? How could her mother just disappear like that? After a few moments of standing still in panic, she realized what she should do. The humans… They’d help her, right? They were kind creatures, like her mother said, so they had to help her! Dashing out of the alley the little she-cat began crying out, managing to grab the attention of a small pack of the fleshy creatures as they walked by. They made soft cooing noises and followed Tia into the alley, where she could only pray they understood what was happening. One of the humans crouched down and scooped Jasper into her arms, and before Tia could even stand another one grabbed her. They didn’t hurt them in any way, just held them close as she murmured in their strange language to one another. Tia held on tightly to the being, shaking slightly. She couldn’t lose both of her family in just one day. Jasper had to be okay. These humans had to help her. The two were taken inside of a loud monster, never leaving the human’s grasp, until they reached a human den somewhere that seemed very far from the city. The smell of the air was different than in the city; rather than the cold, toxic taste of the air, it felt clean and free. Tia would have been relaxed if not for her sister’s condition, and her mother’s whereabouts. The only thing keeping her from breaking down was the soft stroking of the human’s hand against her back, and hearing the strange creature’s heartbeat. The humans took care of them, giving them both delicious food and water from shiny bowls. Jasper’s fever went down and she began regaining her strength, and for once they were truly safe. Overtime, Tia grew a heavy resentment towards her mother, for what happened. How could she simply leave them like that? Without a single word... She was no mother of her's. The two humans that had rescued them became their owners, giving them a nice den to live in and letting them explore the wildness outside of the den at times. It was a few moons before Tia, now named Quartz, began to explore further into the wilderness. She eventually ran into a beautiful she-cat with a strange name; Finchfang. The wild cat wasn’t too happy with the young house cat being on her “territory”, but Quartz didn't exactly care. She was far more interested in this she-cat and learning about these “Clans” she went on about. After a few moments, the young housecat managed to convince the tabby to talk with her rather than act as hostile as she was, and the two relaxed in the grass just outside Finchfang’s Clan’s territory for a few hours, before the brown tabby had to return to her duties. Quartz has since then began exploring the Clan’s boarders, and has an especially fun time fooling with the Clan cats. Honestly, she felt like they were all idiots. But, entertaining idiots to say the least.
...

[Family]
[dam] Twilight (NPC)
[sire] Bon Jovi (NPC)

[siblings] Freckle

[mate] None

[Relationships]

.key .
[ Freckle - I supposed I have to love her, despite how annoying she can be at times. ]
| | |

[Twilight - I don't want to talk about her. She's a cruel vixen, and I couldn't care less if she was dead or alive. ]
| | |

[Finchfang – She's certainly something, isn't she? ]
| |

[Roleplay Example]
After a split moment of hesitation, Havenpaw took a small breath and followed behind her short-tailed friend into the tunnel. It wouldn’t be much use to turn tail and run back to camp now. Lightpaw would just find her there and be even more upset with her for trying to avoid the question. It was probably best for her to just try to keep a calm act and keep her maw closed when or if her friend begins asking questions. Perhaps she could try and distract her from it… She wasn’t entirely sure she would be able to keep it cool, however. Even now, just heading to the place, she felt her pelt itch with anxiety and her stomach wasn’t feeling too great. This wasn’t going to be a fun time.
Tufted ears perked as soon as her head poked through the other end of the tunnel, the hushed sound of waves crashing in the distance filled the air. With wide green eyes, the younger apprentice gazed about the area, feeling a slight sense in awe at how relaxing yet ominous the environment felt. From the cool, damp air to the soft grass beneath her feet and the cool shade of the canopy, it certainly was a place to treasure. Havenpaw had her head tilted back to view up at the treetops when the golden tabby glanced over at her to inform the younger apprentice they had a bit of a way to walk just yet. Taking another breath, Havenpaw gave a small nod in response and turned to follow shortly behind her friend. Although, the decision to stick so close to Lightpaw wasn’t such a great one, she thought. The sooner they got there, the sooner the interrogation would start.
Up until this moment, the marbled tabby still had a very real idea that she would somehow be able to avoid answering. But now it suddenly hit her like a wave that her persistent friend wasn’t going to give up so easily. The dusty she-cat dragged her gaze down to her paws as she walked after this realization, and noticed that her paws were trembling ever so slightly.

[Other Roleplay Information]
[comments] If you absolutely do not know how to write a note, sure.
[notes] Preferred.
[skype] It might take longer to reply but okey (l3-p0tato, name is Tatum)
[timezone] Eastern
[ratings] plz give me M rated roleplays please

Description

started working on her writen application | october 7th
finished her history | october 9th
did some general tweaks to her history, sexual info and relations | october 9th

**Warning; There is some mature/triggering content in her history.

[General Information]
[name] Quartz
[name origin] Her owners have a strange love for collecting various types of rocks, and named her after one of their favorites.
[age] 9 months
[sex] Female
[breed] Moggy
[rank] Boss Ass Bitch
[mentor] N/A
[clan] None (Kittypet)
[theme songs] Little Fang - Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks |&| My Secret Friend – IAMX feat. Imogen Heap

[Physical Traits]
[general] Quartz is a fair-sized she-cat with an odd pink-hued pelt and a kinked tail.
[pelt] Because she takes baths so often her pelt is very soft and feathery, especially her oddly shaped tail. It also happens to be stained pink, because her owners bathe her in beet water. Her natural pelt color is a milky white, and fades from the pale rose to her natural color every few weeks.
[eyes] Her eyes are a deep, rich brown.

[scent] She carries a rather sweet scent, that of course comes along with the unnatural scent of her owners she lives with.
[build] She is pretty average-sized for a house cat, if a bit small. Her arms are a bit more muscular than you’d expect thanks to her love of climbing and scratching.
[scars] Her only physical deformity is her tail, which is bent in the middle. This happened when she was a few moons younger than she is now, when it was stepped on by a rather large owner, and after not receiving medical attention her tailed ended up healing crooked. If you point it out she’ll probably beat you over the head so do not do that yeah
[voice actor] TBA

[Sexuality Information]
[mate] None
[orientation] Polyamorous Bisexual Panromantic jegus that's a mouthful
[preferences] Although she has a preference for she-cat sexually, Quartz can see herself falling in love with anyone, regardless of gender; although she certainly doesn't want to anytime soon. She loves darker pelts, and felines with strong features, although she has met a few soft ladies that have caught her eye. As for attitude she usually prefers someone who will challenge her and keep things interesting, especially other stubborn she-cats, and tends to go for older felines. She also has a very hard time seeing herself settling down with just one feline, although it could be simply because she is still young. Quartz is very open to new options, as long as she understand what's going on and is in full control.
[history] She has unwillingly done some sexual activities in the past, and because of this tends to lash out in those ways when cornered or angered simply because she doesn’t really understand what happened to her.
[activity] Quartz enjoys teasing other cats, although she has not engaged in any sexual activities as of lately.

[Personality]
[spoiled] ...
[manipulative] ...
[jokester] ...
[curious] ...
[guarded] ...
[fiery] …
[clingy] …
[stubborn] …
[antagonistic] ...
[sadistic] ...

[History]
Quartz’s parent’s story isn’t as romantic as most’s. Her mother was simply a young kittypet who met her father one evening while in heat, and before she knew it her belly was plump with kits. This, of course, wasn’t what her owners wanted. As soon as they noticed her heavy belly, ripe with kits, she was thrown outside and the door was locked behind her. She was so confused and hurt; what was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to feed herself? Desperate, the young queen tried to find the male she’d met the one night, although she didn’t really know if he was a rogue or a housecat like she was. Pregnant and terrified, she searched through the city, looking everywhere for the dark tabby. After a few nights, she eventually crashed in an alley between two brick buildings, where the trash cans were filled with throw-out owner food. She was determined not to let her kits have a bad life because of this. They didn’t need owners; they could be strong rogues just like any cat. They would be happy, and she would do anything for her babies.
City life was harder than it looked. The queen had found a small box to call her new home, as long with an old cloth for comfort, but food was harder to come by than it looked. After only a few weeks of living in the city, the queen came into labor in the middle of the night. She as scared, but after a long night she managed to give birth to two little she-kits. She named them Tia and Jasper, after a few other kittypets she had met a while back. The two were weak, and Jasper was especially sickly compared to her older sister. When the kits were old enough to walk, the three traveled around the city quiet a lot. Always moving to make sure they never upset any of the owner’s who’s alleys they stayed in. That was one thing their mother always made sure they understood; to respect the owners. Even if they might be frightening at times, they were all kind creatures who would help them if they were nice to them in return. Although it was difficult always moving about, Twilight tried to make time for her kits to play. Tia was a very energetic kit and mischievous kit, despite their circumstances. Despite her love for rough-housing, she knew not to sugarcoat things in life. She was forced to grow up quite quickly, with a tough living situation and a sickly sister. Tia was about 6 moons old when they finally met another family of cats, she became curious; especially about the eldest daughter. They usually avoided other felines because they caused trouble, but these cats were different. The eldest daughter was about six moons older than her, and seemed to share a similar interest in Tia as she had for her. The two families discussed eating spots and how to avoid being stepped on before parting ways, but not before the eldest daughter was able to tell Tia to meet her someplace special. The older she-cat, who went by the name of Carla, met her behind a bid a few houses down from where Tia’s family was currently sleeping. She promised the younger she-cat that if she came to visit her every night, she’d teach her a few things. Carla was a pretty she-cat, and was also pretty street-smart. During the night she would teach the little white she-cat little tricks on how to get food from tomcats, and how to pretend to be older than she was. Tia adored the street-cat. All of the things she was taught came in handy in her everyday life, even if it confused her mother when he did them. However, one late night, Carla taught her something she said was something only older cats knew how to do. If she wanted to be older and strong enough to protect her family, Carla said, she’d have to do it to. It made Tia uncomfortable, and the little white she-cat tried to break free from the older she-cats grasp but she refused to let her go. After that night, Tia never went out to see her again. She felt violated and confused. After this, Tia became very guarded and manipulative. She still cared about her sister and her mother, but was afraid of showing her soft side again.
Jasper’s sickness never seemed to get any better, and it was worrying their mother. She knew her daughter wasn’t fit to survive out on the streets like this; it wasn’t right. One day when Quartz returned from patrolling the area to make sure there were not any other cats around their den, her mother was gone and Jasper lay in the center of the alley, unmoving. Utter panic washed through her as the young she-cat quickly tried to wake up her sister, but all she managed to get were a few small squeaks from the other she-cat. Without her mother around, Tia felt trapped. What was she supposed to do? How could her mother just disappear like that? After a few moments of standing still in panic, she realized what she should do. The humans… They’d help her, right? They were kind creatures, like her mother said, so they had to help her! Dashing out of the alley the little she-cat began crying out, managing to grab the attention of a small pack of the fleshy creatures as they walked by. They made soft cooing noises and followed Tia into the alley, where she could only pray they understood what was happening. One of the humans crouched down and scooped Jasper into her arms, and before Tia could even stand another one grabbed her. They didn’t hurt them in any way, just held them close as she murmured in their strange language to one another. Tia held on tightly to the being, shaking slightly. She couldn’t lose both of her family in just one day. Jasper had to be okay. These humans had to help her. The two were taken inside of a loud monster, never leaving the human’s grasp, until they reached a human den somewhere that seemed very far from the city. The smell of the air was different than in the city; rather than the cold, toxic taste of the air, it felt clean and free. Tia would have been relaxed if not for her sister’s condition, and her mother’s whereabouts. The only thing keeping her from breaking down was the soft stroking of the human’s hand against her back, and hearing the strange creature’s heartbeat. The humans took care of them, giving them both delicious food and water from shiny bowls. Jasper’s fever went down and she began regaining her strength, and for once they were truly safe. Overtime, Tia grew a heavy resentment towards her mother, for what happened. How could she simply leave them like that? Without a single word... She was no mother of her's. The two humans that had rescued them became their owners, giving them a nice den to live in and letting them explore the wildness outside of the den at times. It was a few moons before Tia, now named Quartz, began to explore further into the wilderness. She eventually ran into a beautiful she-cat with a strange name; Finchfang. The wild cat wasn’t too happy with the young house cat being on her “territory”, but Quartz didn't exactly care. She was far more interested in this she-cat and learning about these “Clans” she went on about. After a few moments, the young housecat managed to convince the tabby to talk with her rather than act as hostile as she was, and the two relaxed in the grass just outside Finchfang’s Clan’s territory for a few hours, before the brown tabby had to return to her duties. Quartz has since then began exploring the Clan’s boarders, and has an especially fun time fooling with the Clan cats. Honestly, she felt like they were all idiots. But, entertaining idiots to say the least.
...

[Family]
[dam] Twilight (NPC)
[sire] Bon Jovi (NPC)

[siblings] Freckle

[mate] None

[Relationships]

.key .
[ Freckle - I supposed I have to love her, despite how annoying she can be at times. ]
| | |

[Twilight - I don't want to talk about her. She's a cruel vixen, and I couldn't care less if she was dead or alive. ]
| | |

[Finchfang – She's certainly something, isn't she? ]
| |

[Roleplay Example]
After a split moment of hesitation, Havenpaw took a small breath and followed behind her short-tailed friend into the tunnel. It wouldn’t be much use to turn tail and run back to camp now. Lightpaw would just find her there and be even more upset with her for trying to avoid the question. It was probably best for her to just try to keep a calm act and keep her maw closed when or if her friend begins asking questions. Perhaps she could try and distract her from it… She wasn’t entirely sure she would be able to keep it cool, however. Even now, just heading to the place, she felt her pelt itch with anxiety and her stomach wasn’t feeling too great. This wasn’t going to be a fun time.
Tufted ears perked as soon as her head poked through the other end of the tunnel, the hushed sound of waves crashing in the distance filled the air. With wide green eyes, the younger apprentice gazed about the area, feeling a slight sense in awe at how relaxing yet ominous the environment felt. From the cool, damp air to the soft grass beneath her feet and the cool shade of the canopy, it certainly was a place to treasure. Havenpaw had her head tilted back to view up at the treetops when the golden tabby glanced over at her to inform the younger apprentice they had a bit of a way to walk just yet. Taking another breath, Havenpaw gave a small nod in response and turned to follow shortly behind her friend. Although, the decision to stick so close to Lightpaw wasn’t such a great one, she thought. The sooner they got there, the sooner the interrogation would start.
Up until this moment, the marbled tabby still had a very real idea that she would somehow be able to avoid answering. But now it suddenly hit her like a wave that her persistent friend wasn’t going to give up so easily. The dusty she-cat dragged her gaze down to her paws as she walked after this realization, and noticed that her paws were trembling ever so slightly.

[Other Roleplay Information]
[comments] If you absolutely do not know how to write a note, sure.
[notes] Preferred.
[skype] It might take longer to reply but okey (l3-p0tato, name is Tatum)
[timezone] Eastern
[ratings] plz give me M rated roleplays please