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Description

Edit:
08/05/15: Edited to make him a kitten again.
08/30/15: I hope he looks alright. Also, I had to edit his image a bit to add horns since he's a wee felmark ^^'
|| Basic Information ||

[Names]
True Name: Gingivere
Nick Name: Ging
[Name Info]
Gingivere: Pronounced "Jin-jee-vee-r" | Chosen by original creator. Presumably because of his color palate.

Ging: Pronounced "Jin-j" | Shortened variation of his name | Used by miscellaneous others.
[Gender]
Male
[Age]
Current Age: 3 moons | 1/4 year
Birth Season: Early-Mid Summer
Zodiac Sign: Cancer ♋

[Stats]
Dexterity: 3/10

Strength: 5/10

Constitution: 6/10

Wisdom: 4/10

Intelligence: 5/10

Charisma: 7/10
* These are not finalized as he is still quite young.

|| Appearance ||

[Description]
A small, plump felmark, Gingivere is a chubby little kitten. The tom's autumn-colored coat of white, sienna, and dusty ginger is kittishly soft downy fluff, thus adding to his appearance as a large kitten. He sports fairly large paws that hint to him growing to be quite big like his father, and tiny horn of dusty brown in the shape of his mother's have started to sprout. Pink skin colors his nose and pads, and vivid eyes of sharp chartreuse speak all the emotion that his poker face leaves untold.

[Breed]
Moggy - 100% | Breed make-up unknown

[Distinct Colors]
Crisp White | Dusty Ginger | Light Sienna | Pale Tawny

[Pelt]
Pattern: Striped - Body is adorn in wavy, blotchy stripes.
Fur Type: Downy - Soft and poofy | Feathery and airy like a kittens, with less-than-average oiliness.

[Scars]
N/A

[Size]
Small | Bigger than most his age- babu chub.

[Build]
Small with baby chub.

[Gait]
Clumsy and discombobulated.

[Scent]
While he is still young, the tom smells sweetly of his mother and of typical kitten musk. Occasionally, he'll smell of dirt and freshly torn roots.

[Muscle]
Because he is sill very young and has yet to lose his kitten fat, he has little muscle mass.

[Blood Type]
AB

[Notable Features]
Large Eyes: The reason for Gingivere's large eyes is a mystery alongside his genetics, but it is believed to be attributed to such. It is believed that they appear even bigger because his face remains so stoic, thus giving the role of showing his feelings and expressions to his little soul windows | Many wonder if the eeriness of his big eyes will dissipate with age, or if he will always remain with jumbo peepers.

[Artifact]
N/A

|| Court Information ||

[Court]
Birth Court: Spring Court
Past Court: N/A
Current Court: Spring Court

[Title]
N/A

[Rank]
Kitten

[Artifact Powers]
N/A

|| Pedigree ||

[Immediate Family]
Father:
Carbon ♂ | Winter | Location - Winter Court
Mother:
Snowbell ♀ | Spring | Location - Spring Court
Littermates:
Winifred ♀ | Spring | Location - Spring Court
Skipper ♂ | Spring | Location - Spring Court
Other Siblings:
Oliver ♂ | Spring | Location - Spring Court [buried]
Victor ♂ | Spring | Location - Spring Court [buried]
Ryder ♂ | Spring | Location - Spring Court [buried]
[Extended Family]
Father's Father:
??? ♂ | Winter | Location - ???
Father's Mother:
??? ♀ | Winter | Location - ???
Mother's Father:
Flamer ♂ | Spring | Location - Spring Court [buried]
Mother's Mother:
Chelsea ♀ | Spring | Location - Spring Court [buried]
Mother's Stepmother:
Flora ♀ | Spring | Location - Spring Court [buried]
Aunts/Uncles:
Watercress ♂ | Spring | Location - Spring Court [buried]
Willow ♀ | Spring | Location - Spring Court
Ruth ♀ | Spring | Location - Spring Court
Joseph ♂ | Spring | Location - Spring Court
Eustace ♂ | Spring | Location - Spring Court
Dace ♀ | Spring | Location - Spring Court

Cousins:
N/A

|| Personality ||

"....puurrrr...."

| Positive
| Neutral
| Negative
[Affectionate | Distant | Curious | Thoughtful | Impressionable | Stoic]
Affectionate: While not the most verbal felmark, Gingivere is not one to refrain from showing his love to those around him. He is very attached to his kinmates and even those who surround him in his home. Love is not in short supply with him. Though he might not show his adoration with his facial features, the wide and glittering gaze he sports and the randomly offered rubs and cuddles he gives to those nearby do well enough to exhibit his affection.

Distant: Gingivere is a felmark of few words, and of fewer interactions with most others. While not cold in personality, many see the kitten as somewhat standoffish as he doesn't go out of his way to communicate and chat with others. If he has a problem, he'll either handle it himself or look to his kinmates for assistance. This isn't to say he doesn't like talking with others- he just spends more time in his own thoughts. His emotions are covered by the thickest of veils and only in the rarest of occasions will anyone other than his family know how Ging is really feeling. The reason behind this is currently unknown.

Curious: As boundless as his imagination, Gingivere's sense of curiosity and quizzical nature often leads him into adventure in the hopes of better understanding the world around him. He constantly wishes to feed his mind and have a clearer image of the wild energy that constantly swirls around the lands and courts. In fact, if he can, Gingivere will study anyone and everyone's actions and listen to whatever explanation they offer about their duties. Gingivere wishes to learn all he can and isn't a stranger to stalking even the Timekeepers when the mood strikes him.

Thoughtful: Little Gingivere is quite the avid dreamer and is often found lost in thought His colorful and free-spirited thought process more than makes up for his lack of verbal expression and his sky-bound imagination is unrivaled by others. This felmark may have simply wishes, but has vastly expanded desires that linger about both his mind, which is constantly awake in the truest sense even when he is asleep.

Impressionable: Due to his great desire to learn, this kit is very attached to knowledge he receives. Gingivere takes almost everything he hears with more than a grain of salt and this often leads him to misunderstanding a situation or being completely wrong when he believes incorrect information. Such is a double-edged sword for the tom as though he wishes to learn about everything he can, learning from the wrong felmark could potentially pose a problem.

Stoic: The seriousness of this young felmark is nearly unbelievable for the majority of those around him as it is thought impossible for one as young as a kit to be so mature. His emotions are extremely well-guarded and his thoughts rule all of his actions, so he isn't one to be rash, dramatic, or overly passionate. In all truth, he is the most reserved and well-behaved of his generation and takes this with little pride. He doesn't see himself as different from others his age- just as more in touch with his inner thoughts as he takes the time to listen to his brain before acting as others do. However, his lack of luster often makes him seem boring and not worth spending time with until they really know him. Which is hard, since, well...it's hard to get close to him on a level he can understand.

* Do note that Gingivere is still quite young, thus his personality isn't set in stone for now.

[Extras]
Gingivere was initially born with a pelt striped in rather bright ginger, thus earning him the name he received. However, as he aged, it seemed the former color dimmed quite a bit and the young tom lost much of his vibrant, dreamy colors that he had once been self-enamored with.

Gingivere is very fond of his brother and sister and has a very strong respect for his littermates and idolizes them for different reasons.

|| Sexuality ||

[Sexual Orientation]
Unknownsexual

[Romantic Orientation]
Unknownromantic

[Preferences]
As of yet, Gingivere is unsure of what he prefers in terms of love beyond that of a platonic nature. In fact, he might be so enthralled with his own thoughts and dreams that he may not even understand that sex and romance is really a thing...Hoooooowwweveeeerrrrr, he does like brightly colored things (wink wink nudge nudge).

[Lovely Goals]
X | Feel attraction towards someone

X | Have a first crush

X | Have a real crush

X | Have a same-sex crush

X | Share a nest with someone

X | Learn the meaning of love

X | Experience love at first sight

X | Share a tender moment with someone

X | Partake in 'cutesy' talk

X | To be blinded by love

X | To see through another's eyes

X | Have an open relationship

X | Have a short-term relationship

X | Have a quick fling

X | Lose her virginity

X | Have a long-term relationship

X | Find true love

X | Bear a litter of kittens

X | Die while in love

[Crush]
N/A

[Previous Relations]
N/A

[Current Status]
Single

[Current Lover]
N/A

[Mate]
N/A

[Kits]
N/A

[Fertility]
Unknown at current age

|| History ||

[Prologue]
The somewhat short story of the young, little Gingivere starts off with the simple meeting of a Spring-Court and a Winter-Court. The she-mark of the Spring was a pretty white queen by the name of Snowbell who was kind and loving, although a well-experienced combatant. The winter-horned tom was a grey and white tabby by the name of Carbon. The two had met during a trip out in the Sticks, where Snowbell's familiar- a canary named Casey- had gone missing. Carbon and his familiar, a Steller's Jay named Arrow, ran into the distressed she-mark and helped her locate the tiny yellow bird, rescuing him from a serpent. From that point on, the two were close friends.

It wasn't long before the pair of felmark fell for one another and made themselves mates. Snowbell eventually became pregnant, however, the season was harsh during the time of her birth and the queen had fallen very ill when her litter of three were born. The tiny toms were born weak, but all four kinmates ended up surviving, and the trio were named Olivier, Victor, and Ryder. However, after a week, all three had perished, leaving Snowbell an empty shell of her former self.

Yet not all was lost! Snowbell and Carbon were still very close as a couple, and it wasn't too terribly long before the pair had manage to produce another litter of kittens, and this time, the three were big, fat, healthy, and strong. These three were named Winifred, Gingivere, and Skipper.
[Kithood]
Gingivere grew up in the happy, warm environment that was the Spring Court camp. The trio were glued to their mother, the little ginger kit especially, though they often saw their father and were greatly fond of him as well. Ging often spend his time attached to his mother's hip, and in the rare occasion that he wasn't with his kinmates, he was busy watching the court activities from afar with wondering eyes. He had always wanted to understand why the felmark and familiars did what they did and how the world around him worked in such a seamless fashion. As he grew older, more days were spent wasted on lingering daydreams and broadened dreamscapes as he wishes to learn all and dream all. But soon would come the day where his world of odd spectaculars would alter.

|| Trivia ||

[Memes]
Relationships | Height | Voice Actor | RP Tracker | Expressions | Spectrum

[Voice Actor]
Colleen O'Shaughnessey | Yūichi Shibata | Bleach

[Playlist]
...

[Likes]
Touch- he likes to express himself through things like cuddling and sharing tongues.

Colors- he adores all the various hues that make the world around him unique.

Dreaming- he spends most of his time lost in thought and greatly enjoys the worlds he fabricates.

[Dislikes]
Arguments- he finds they make him very uncomfortable.

Darkness- not being able to see gravely scares him.

Loudness- harsh noise distracts him to the point where he cannot think.

[Secret]
For now, nothing...

[Dreams]
X | Make a best friend

X | Gain a rival

X | Help someone else out

X | Discover the meaning of life

[Fears]
X | Dying

X | Lose a friend

X | Make an archenemy

X | Kill someone else

X | Lose a family member

X | Lose his ability to see
|| Familiar Information ||

N/A for now...

|| Roleplay Information ||

[RP from PokéPark on Pokefarm - Babayaga the Delphox]
Honey gold eyes leered in the darkness of the rain which was now much stronger than the former sprinkle of droplets it had evolved from. A faint hiss sounded against the pattering of the shower overhead as the droplets evaporated off the plume of fur that the fox Pokemon donned. Babayaga's upper lip curled as a growl escaped her lungs, flattening her large ears to the best of her ability. With her thick tail lashing uneasily, the slender Delphox shrank back further into the underground, which seemed to grow tighter around her the further she moved. In her current size- even being one of the smaller creatures in the breed- was still much more problematic when it came to hiding. So easy it had been to shy away into a tangle of dense vegetation to avoid the rain as a Fennekin- even a Braixen. But now Baba seemed to be the brunt of nature's frustrations as the falling droplets broke through the barrier that the dark canopy of foresty trees had once held in strength before the thin membranes of the leaves grew heavy and limp with water.

Sizzling. Sizzling was not good. It proved too loud of a sound, even for the rain-filled air that gave a soft splatter with every collision between the draining sky and accepting earth. It would only take one Pokemon with the keenest of hearing to pinpoint the sizzle- even higher chances that they would catch sight of the steam- and Baba was doomed. There was hardly a chance she could win a battle on a sunny day, let alone a heavily rainy one. The dangerous threat of being found was too much for the frantic creature to take and the towering Fox Pokemon tore off into a run on all four- appearing quite awkward albeit, but faster than she would've got it travelling upright on her hind legs. She had to get out of this drizzly wood and as she fled, a trail of steam followed more slowly in pursuit as it floated from her hissing pelt. It didn't take long for the Fire-Type to come across a cavern, and though it smelled of foreign scents that made her skin crawl with paranoia, the thought of remaining out in the cold wetness of the outside world when she was already becoming sopping wet was more than enough to send her packing into the cave without a hint of hesitation.

Upon entering the stony mouth of the landscape, Baba had not an inkling as to where she was, what else was in inside with her, and how well she would fare before the weather let up. In an attempt to quash any feelings of terror or regret for entering the unusual cavern, the scrawny Delphox elicited a thin streak of flame from her honey-toned muzzle and grinned a bit at the sound of loud fizzling as the jet of fire evaporated what water she trailed in from the stone floor and charred a small portion of the area. And while the spot was still hot with embers, the tall fox creature hurriedly hunkered down and curled into as tight of a ball as she could ever get. The sudden warmth was enticing and drew a purr from deep within her throat, though the feeling was short-lived as the rest of her damp hide smothered out the lasting little lives of heat. But at least she could dry there in peace. Hopefully....

[RP from The Golden Butterfly - Xeno, White-Earth]
Only a few days had passed since Xeno's return to Earth Tribe from that of the Light, and the camp still rang with the familiar tune of earthy aromas. And yet, the young she-cat could discern the tang of a few new scents that added discord to the harmonious song she once knew. As such, the occasional figure sporting a new face would cross her path as Xeno took the time to explore the camp confines, hoping to find where all the others of her ranking congregated. And it had been one of those said unfamiliar faces who had brought her to where she now sat.

This early in the morning, the she-cat had forgotten what was said as to pull her from the warmth of the camp into the mountain range in which Mt. Corvo stood, nor why she ultimately cared what the handsome Blue-Earth had to say. All that Xeno could recall was how huffy the older scholar had gotten after a few choice words shared between them. Not even enough to formulate a full conversation, in the she-cat's mind, but enough to send the cat she now knew as Sleet up the mountainside.

Boredly toying with a patch of brittle blades of grass, crisp from the dry, mountainous air, Xeno yawned and blinked. Bleary-eyed and cold, she felt her dark pelt twitch with a shudder and her large ears flick with annoyance. If it had been later in the day, the scholar apprentice would have been more welcoming of the fresh chill as she had been long-awaiting the Autumn and Winter moons, but as she current sat far from her nest and drained of what little energy she had so early in the dawn, Xeno secretly wished it had been a more sunny season.

Glancing upward over her shoulder, as her back had been turned to face the mountain in which the Blue-Earth climbed, Xeno sighed. "For a scholar, he sure is stupid," she murmured to herself, not wishing for her warm throat to be greeted with harsh air that Mt. Corvo had to offer. Reluctantly, she got shakily up to her paws and stood with an arch in her back. Once stretched out and limber, she turned on her paws and started trudging up the tough terrain. Who else would go and stop the idiot before he got too high and fell? After all, Xeno was the only other one there. How did he lure me here again anyways?

[Timezone]
CDT | UTC/GMT -5 hours

| Desirable
| Acceptable
| Undesireable
| Contemplating
[Pardon the hectic choices- I'm new to RPing on DA, so I suspect a bit of experience is required before I can decide which are my favorite types of roleplays ^^']
Note RP
Skype RP
Comment RP
Google Document RP
Chatroom RP
Drawing/Sketch RP
Other

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Name, design, and art ©
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Familiar Seasons © pavrzlove

Description

Edit:
08/05/15: Edited to make him a kitten again.
08/30/15: I hope he looks alright. Also, I had to edit his image a bit to add horns since he's a wee felmark ^^'
|| Basic Information ||

[Names]
True Name: Gingivere
Nick Name: Ging
[Name Info]
Gingivere: Pronounced "Jin-jee-vee-r" | Chosen by original creator. Presumably because of his color palate.

Ging: Pronounced "Jin-j" | Shortened variation of his name | Used by miscellaneous others.
[Gender]
Male
[Age]
Current Age: 3 moons | 1/4 year
Birth Season: Early-Mid Summer
Zodiac Sign: Cancer ♋

[Stats]
Dexterity: 3/10

Strength: 5/10

Constitution: 6/10

Wisdom: 4/10

Intelligence: 5/10

Charisma: 7/10
* These are not finalized as he is still quite young.

|| Appearance ||

[Description]
A small, plump felmark, Gingivere is a chubby little kitten. The tom's autumn-colored coat of white, sienna, and dusty ginger is kittishly soft downy fluff, thus adding to his appearance as a large kitten. He sports fairly large paws that hint to him growing to be quite big like his father, and tiny horn of dusty brown in the shape of his mother's have started to sprout. Pink skin colors his nose and pads, and vivid eyes of sharp chartreuse speak all the emotion that his poker face leaves untold.

[Breed]
Moggy - 100% | Breed make-up unknown

[Distinct Colors]
Crisp White | Dusty Ginger | Light Sienna | Pale Tawny

[Pelt]
Pattern: Striped - Body is adorn in wavy, blotchy stripes.
Fur Type: Downy - Soft and poofy | Feathery and airy like a kittens, with less-than-average oiliness.

[Scars]
N/A

[Size]
Small | Bigger than most his age- babu chub.

[Build]
Small with baby chub.

[Gait]
Clumsy and discombobulated.

[Scent]
While he is still young, the tom smells sweetly of his mother and of typical kitten musk. Occasionally, he'll smell of dirt and freshly torn roots.

[Muscle]
Because he is sill very young and has yet to lose his kitten fat, he has little muscle mass.

[Blood Type]
AB

[Notable Features]
Large Eyes: The reason for Gingivere's large eyes is a mystery alongside his genetics, but it is believed to be attributed to such. It is believed that they appear even bigger because his face remains so stoic, thus giving the role of showing his feelings and expressions to his little soul windows | Many wonder if the eeriness of his big eyes will dissipate with age, or if he will always remain with jumbo peepers.

[Artifact]
N/A

|| Court Information ||

[Court]
Birth Court: Spring Court
Past Court: N/A
Current Court: Spring Court

[Title]
N/A

[Rank]
Kitten

[Artifact Powers]
N/A

|| Pedigree ||

[Immediate Family]
Father:
Carbon ♂ | Winter | Location - Winter Court
Mother:
Snowbell ♀ | Spring | Location - Spring Court
Littermates:
Winifred ♀ | Spring | Location - Spring Court
Skipper ♂ | Spring | Location - Spring Court
Other Siblings:
Oliver ♂ | Spring | Location - Spring Court [buried]
Victor ♂ | Spring | Location - Spring Court [buried]
Ryder ♂ | Spring | Location - Spring Court [buried]
[Extended Family]
Father's Father:
??? ♂ | Winter | Location - ???
Father's Mother:
??? ♀ | Winter | Location - ???
Mother's Father:
Flamer ♂ | Spring | Location - Spring Court [buried]
Mother's Mother:
Chelsea ♀ | Spring | Location - Spring Court [buried]
Mother's Stepmother:
Flora ♀ | Spring | Location - Spring Court [buried]
Aunts/Uncles:
Watercress ♂ | Spring | Location - Spring Court [buried]
Willow ♀ | Spring | Location - Spring Court
Ruth ♀ | Spring | Location - Spring Court
Joseph ♂ | Spring | Location - Spring Court
Eustace ♂ | Spring | Location - Spring Court
Dace ♀ | Spring | Location - Spring Court

Cousins:
N/A

|| Personality ||

"....puurrrr...."

| Positive
| Neutral
| Negative
[Affectionate | Distant | Curious | Thoughtful | Impressionable | Stoic]
Affectionate: While not the most verbal felmark, Gingivere is not one to refrain from showing his love to those around him. He is very attached to his kinmates and even those who surround him in his home. Love is not in short supply with him. Though he might not show his adoration with his facial features, the wide and glittering gaze he sports and the randomly offered rubs and cuddles he gives to those nearby do well enough to exhibit his affection.

Distant: Gingivere is a felmark of few words, and of fewer interactions with most others. While not cold in personality, many see the kitten as somewhat standoffish as he doesn't go out of his way to communicate and chat with others. If he has a problem, he'll either handle it himself or look to his kinmates for assistance. This isn't to say he doesn't like talking with others- he just spends more time in his own thoughts. His emotions are covered by the thickest of veils and only in the rarest of occasions will anyone other than his family know how Ging is really feeling. The reason behind this is currently unknown.

Curious: As boundless as his imagination, Gingivere's sense of curiosity and quizzical nature often leads him into adventure in the hopes of better understanding the world around him. He constantly wishes to feed his mind and have a clearer image of the wild energy that constantly swirls around the lands and courts. In fact, if he can, Gingivere will study anyone and everyone's actions and listen to whatever explanation they offer about their duties. Gingivere wishes to learn all he can and isn't a stranger to stalking even the Timekeepers when the mood strikes him.

Thoughtful: Little Gingivere is quite the avid dreamer and is often found lost in thought His colorful and free-spirited thought process more than makes up for his lack of verbal expression and his sky-bound imagination is unrivaled by others. This felmark may have simply wishes, but has vastly expanded desires that linger about both his mind, which is constantly awake in the truest sense even when he is asleep.

Impressionable: Due to his great desire to learn, this kit is very attached to knowledge he receives. Gingivere takes almost everything he hears with more than a grain of salt and this often leads him to misunderstanding a situation or being completely wrong when he believes incorrect information. Such is a double-edged sword for the tom as though he wishes to learn about everything he can, learning from the wrong felmark could potentially pose a problem.

Stoic: The seriousness of this young felmark is nearly unbelievable for the majority of those around him as it is thought impossible for one as young as a kit to be so mature. His emotions are extremely well-guarded and his thoughts rule all of his actions, so he isn't one to be rash, dramatic, or overly passionate. In all truth, he is the most reserved and well-behaved of his generation and takes this with little pride. He doesn't see himself as different from others his age- just as more in touch with his inner thoughts as he takes the time to listen to his brain before acting as others do. However, his lack of luster often makes him seem boring and not worth spending time with until they really know him. Which is hard, since, well...it's hard to get close to him on a level he can understand.

* Do note that Gingivere is still quite young, thus his personality isn't set in stone for now.

[Extras]
Gingivere was initially born with a pelt striped in rather bright ginger, thus earning him the name he received. However, as he aged, it seemed the former color dimmed quite a bit and the young tom lost much of his vibrant, dreamy colors that he had once been self-enamored with.

Gingivere is very fond of his brother and sister and has a very strong respect for his littermates and idolizes them for different reasons.

|| Sexuality ||

[Sexual Orientation]
Unknownsexual

[Romantic Orientation]
Unknownromantic

[Preferences]
As of yet, Gingivere is unsure of what he prefers in terms of love beyond that of a platonic nature. In fact, he might be so enthralled with his own thoughts and dreams that he may not even understand that sex and romance is really a thing...Hoooooowwweveeeerrrrr, he does like brightly colored things (wink wink nudge nudge).

[Lovely Goals]
X | Feel attraction towards someone

X | Have a first crush

X | Have a real crush

X | Have a same-sex crush

X | Share a nest with someone

X | Learn the meaning of love

X | Experience love at first sight

X | Share a tender moment with someone

X | Partake in 'cutesy' talk

X | To be blinded by love

X | To see through another's eyes

X | Have an open relationship

X | Have a short-term relationship

X | Have a quick fling

X | Lose her virginity

X | Have a long-term relationship

X | Find true love

X | Bear a litter of kittens

X | Die while in love

[Crush]
N/A

[Previous Relations]
N/A

[Current Status]
Single

[Current Lover]
N/A

[Mate]
N/A

[Kits]
N/A

[Fertility]
Unknown at current age

|| History ||

[Prologue]
The somewhat short story of the young, little Gingivere starts off with the simple meeting of a Spring-Court and a Winter-Court. The she-mark of the Spring was a pretty white queen by the name of Snowbell who was kind and loving, although a well-experienced combatant. The winter-horned tom was a grey and white tabby by the name of Carbon. The two had met during a trip out in the Sticks, where Snowbell's familiar- a canary named Casey- had gone missing. Carbon and his familiar, a Steller's Jay named Arrow, ran into the distressed she-mark and helped her locate the tiny yellow bird, rescuing him from a serpent. From that point on, the two were close friends.

It wasn't long before the pair of felmark fell for one another and made themselves mates. Snowbell eventually became pregnant, however, the season was harsh during the time of her birth and the queen had fallen very ill when her litter of three were born. The tiny toms were born weak, but all four kinmates ended up surviving, and the trio were named Olivier, Victor, and Ryder. However, after a week, all three had perished, leaving Snowbell an empty shell of her former self.

Yet not all was lost! Snowbell and Carbon were still very close as a couple, and it wasn't too terribly long before the pair had manage to produce another litter of kittens, and this time, the three were big, fat, healthy, and strong. These three were named Winifred, Gingivere, and Skipper.
[Kithood]
Gingivere grew up in the happy, warm environment that was the Spring Court camp. The trio were glued to their mother, the little ginger kit especially, though they often saw their father and were greatly fond of him as well. Ging often spend his time attached to his mother's hip, and in the rare occasion that he wasn't with his kinmates, he was busy watching the court activities from afar with wondering eyes. He had always wanted to understand why the felmark and familiars did what they did and how the world around him worked in such a seamless fashion. As he grew older, more days were spent wasted on lingering daydreams and broadened dreamscapes as he wishes to learn all and dream all. But soon would come the day where his world of odd spectaculars would alter.

|| Trivia ||

[Memes]
Relationships | Height | Voice Actor | RP Tracker | Expressions | Spectrum

[Voice Actor]
Colleen O'Shaughnessey | Yūichi Shibata | Bleach

[Playlist]
...

[Likes]
Touch- he likes to express himself through things like cuddling and sharing tongues.

Colors- he adores all the various hues that make the world around him unique.

Dreaming- he spends most of his time lost in thought and greatly enjoys the worlds he fabricates.

[Dislikes]
Arguments- he finds they make him very uncomfortable.

Darkness- not being able to see gravely scares him.

Loudness- harsh noise distracts him to the point where he cannot think.

[Secret]
For now, nothing...

[Dreams]
X | Make a best friend

X | Gain a rival

X | Help someone else out

X | Discover the meaning of life

[Fears]
X | Dying

X | Lose a friend

X | Make an archenemy

X | Kill someone else

X | Lose a family member

X | Lose his ability to see
|| Familiar Information ||

N/A for now...

|| Roleplay Information ||

[RP from PokéPark on Pokefarm - Babayaga the Delphox]
Honey gold eyes leered in the darkness of the rain which was now much stronger than the former sprinkle of droplets it had evolved from. A faint hiss sounded against the pattering of the shower overhead as the droplets evaporated off the plume of fur that the fox Pokemon donned. Babayaga's upper lip curled as a growl escaped her lungs, flattening her large ears to the best of her ability. With her thick tail lashing uneasily, the slender Delphox shrank back further into the underground, which seemed to grow tighter around her the further she moved. In her current size- even being one of the smaller creatures in the breed- was still much more problematic when it came to hiding. So easy it had been to shy away into a tangle of dense vegetation to avoid the rain as a Fennekin- even a Braixen. But now Baba seemed to be the brunt of nature's frustrations as the falling droplets broke through the barrier that the dark canopy of foresty trees had once held in strength before the thin membranes of the leaves grew heavy and limp with water.

Sizzling. Sizzling was not good. It proved too loud of a sound, even for the rain-filled air that gave a soft splatter with every collision between the draining sky and accepting earth. It would only take one Pokemon with the keenest of hearing to pinpoint the sizzle- even higher chances that they would catch sight of the steam- and Baba was doomed. There was hardly a chance she could win a battle on a sunny day, let alone a heavily rainy one. The dangerous threat of being found was too much for the frantic creature to take and the towering Fox Pokemon tore off into a run on all four- appearing quite awkward albeit, but faster than she would've got it travelling upright on her hind legs. She had to get out of this drizzly wood and as she fled, a trail of steam followed more slowly in pursuit as it floated from her hissing pelt. It didn't take long for the Fire-Type to come across a cavern, and though it smelled of foreign scents that made her skin crawl with paranoia, the thought of remaining out in the cold wetness of the outside world when she was already becoming sopping wet was more than enough to send her packing into the cave without a hint of hesitation.

Upon entering the stony mouth of the landscape, Baba had not an inkling as to where she was, what else was in inside with her, and how well she would fare before the weather let up. In an attempt to quash any feelings of terror or regret for entering the unusual cavern, the scrawny Delphox elicited a thin streak of flame from her honey-toned muzzle and grinned a bit at the sound of loud fizzling as the jet of fire evaporated what water she trailed in from the stone floor and charred a small portion of the area. And while the spot was still hot with embers, the tall fox creature hurriedly hunkered down and curled into as tight of a ball as she could ever get. The sudden warmth was enticing and drew a purr from deep within her throat, though the feeling was short-lived as the rest of her damp hide smothered out the lasting little lives of heat. But at least she could dry there in peace. Hopefully....

[RP from The Golden Butterfly - Xeno, White-Earth]
Only a few days had passed since Xeno's return to Earth Tribe from that of the Light, and the camp still rang with the familiar tune of earthy aromas. And yet, the young she-cat could discern the tang of a few new scents that added discord to the harmonious song she once knew. As such, the occasional figure sporting a new face would cross her path as Xeno took the time to explore the camp confines, hoping to find where all the others of her ranking congregated. And it had been one of those said unfamiliar faces who had brought her to where she now sat.

This early in the morning, the she-cat had forgotten what was said as to pull her from the warmth of the camp into the mountain range in which Mt. Corvo stood, nor why she ultimately cared what the handsome Blue-Earth had to say. All that Xeno could recall was how huffy the older scholar had gotten after a few choice words shared between them. Not even enough to formulate a full conversation, in the she-cat's mind, but enough to send the cat she now knew as Sleet up the mountainside.

Boredly toying with a patch of brittle blades of grass, crisp from the dry, mountainous air, Xeno yawned and blinked. Bleary-eyed and cold, she felt her dark pelt twitch with a shudder and her large ears flick with annoyance. If it had been later in the day, the scholar apprentice would have been more welcoming of the fresh chill as she had been long-awaiting the Autumn and Winter moons, but as she current sat far from her nest and drained of what little energy she had so early in the dawn, Xeno secretly wished it had been a more sunny season.

Glancing upward over her shoulder, as her back had been turned to face the mountain in which the Blue-Earth climbed, Xeno sighed. "For a scholar, he sure is stupid," she murmured to herself, not wishing for her warm throat to be greeted with harsh air that Mt. Corvo had to offer. Reluctantly, she got shakily up to her paws and stood with an arch in her back. Once stretched out and limber, she turned on her paws and started trudging up the tough terrain. Who else would go and stop the idiot before he got too high and fell? After all, Xeno was the only other one there. How did he lure me here again anyways?

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