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Description
Art courtesy of Silvadil (full body) and skitty22 (head shots)

Name: Cadia
Kit Name: Camellia
Age: adult
Born On:
Birth Season:
Gender: female
Breed: Maine Coon, Domestic Shorthair/ Snowshoe, Somali, Havana Brown
Tribe: Water-Tribe
Profession: Guard Apprentice
Ability: secondary
Relationship Tracker: Cadia Relationship TrackerMy sweet garbage child.
Note that exiles are listed according exclusively to their tattoos.
:icontgb-watertribe:
The Living
Lyra:
- "My former mentor! She really is wonderful, I was so lucky to be her apprentice even before she became Water-Tribe's deputy. She taught me so many things and made me feel proud to be a part of Water-Tribe. It's so strange that she's just had her second litter of kits though. Makes me feel old."
Naeli:
- "I'm so so happy that one of my younger siblings got to come to Water-Tribe! Wren is great, I love having her around. Truth be told, I'm glad I've never really had to babysit her though. She's really laid back but I feel like having to look after any sibling too long would get kind of tedious. As it is, we're both really independent and I think that works well."
Pangur:
- "Nice kid! He caught me having a mud bath, which I kind of wish hadn't happened,

Skills:

Feel With Your Mind
- You can feel the shape of objects with your mind - this includes surroundings! As your mastery of this skill grows, you can begin to sense not only the exterior surfaces of things, but also their interiors. ie. sense the insides of a cats body, their heartbeat, the inner workings of a tree, the pockets in a magma rock

Watch it Float
- You can make things float! You start with little things such as water drops, but as you practice you can make bigger/heavier things float too!

Sensibility
- You can manipulate the details of things! ie braid a knot or carve a drawing. As you practice, your telekinesis becomes more precise!

Come to Me
- You can call any object you wish to you from any place. The farther + larger the object, the higher skill required.

Pressure Wave
- You can create a pressure wave with your telekinetic energy! The more you practice, the stronger the wave.

Airwalking
- You can lift your own body of the ground by pushing at the earth with your powers! The more you practice, the longer + higher you can go!

Orientation: Who knows. Probably none.

Appearance: During her kithood, Cadia is blessed with an abundance of hair. She's really soft and fluffy, almost to the point of being round-ish. Her fur is sort of feathery in texture, so that her markings may appear fuzzy or faded at times. As she ages they will gradually solidify into more permanent shapes. Her one defining "hair" feature is a spry curl on the top of her head. She is elegantly built, with long features and legs.

Family:

Mother- Shasta, Orange-Earth
Father- Farox, Green-Air
Siblings- Caspia (Sylvani, Pink-Earth), Campion (Jace, Blue-Light), Cress (Idek, Blue-Shadow)

Personality:
(will expand, change and fill out as she ages)

[Confident / Detached / Assertive / Egotistical / Chipper / Manipulative]

Confident
Cadia has very few doubts about her existence. She seems to lack a bit in the self-conscious area, but tries to use that to her advantage. She is often one of the first cats to introduce herself, and has absolutely no problem making friends with strangers. However, her confidence may also mean that she is more likely to demand a lot of others, and have some trouble in understanding why some cats are shy.

Detached
Cadia lacks interest in relationships and particularly relationship problems. She has no pity for anyone with these sorts of issues, and will quickly become disgusted by what she calls "petty meanies" who allow their private issues to become a part of daily life. She also has a difficult time retaining loyalty to those around her. As much as she loves her family, Cadia could easily be persuaded to abandon them in favor of her own interests. She just doesn't like to get emotionally involved, which may seem like an entirely negative factor, but it also keeps her level headed, and makes it difficult to compromise her composure. She tends to asses situations using her head and not her heart.

Assertive
Cadia has no problems in asserting her existence, and even her dominance if she thinks it's necessary. She is prone to getting into a lot of scuffles, and as long as it doesn't do any damage to her appearance, she would be perfectly happy to leave with no hard feelings. However, this does depend somewhat on the circumstances of the argument (playfighting is just playfighting). If there are hard feelings, she may not forgive them easily. Particularly during her kithood, Cadia is very loud about her disapproval of both behaviors and individuals. If she doesn't like you, you'll know it.

Egotistical
If Cadia had to choose one thing that she loved the most, it would be herself. She is, after all, the only thing that she knows more than anyone else. That, in her mind, is something quite worthy of being possessive over. This may also do some damage to her loyalty, for she is not prone to looking out for those whose interests conflict with her own. She can be self-centered, but Cadia is also open to the idea of self-sacrifice, as long as she would be able to determine that the individual she sacrificed herself for is definitely more important or worthy than herself.

Chipper
Particularly during her kithood, Cadia seems to have a pretty good attitude about life and everything in general. She’s glad to be alive, and glad to let everyone know it. When she’s not too busy being loud and annoying about asserting her dominance, she is actually a very pleasant individual to be around. Cadia is often un-phased by the many trials of life, and could smile in the most desperate, hopeless situations.

Manipulative
Because of her particular interest in self, Cadia may be prone to at least attempting to manipulate others in order to get things done. She doesn’t necessarily do this for selfish reasons, however. She may use manipulation in order to get justice for someone who has been wronged (which may coincidentally include herself). She believes in the greater good, so anyone who gets in the way of that really ought to go.

History:
Born into Earth-Tribe under the name Camellia, she had one sister (Caspia), one brother (Campion), and one half-brother (Cress). Her parents, Orange-Earth Shasta and Green-Air Farox, belonged to different tribes, and of all things during her kithood, this perhaps bothered young Camellia the most. She did not consider herself particularly close to either of her parents, although Shasta received the majority of her affection as a mother-figure.

WIP

Additional Information:

Relationships
None yet.

Roleplay Sample
[Yellow-Shadow/Cenek/The Sink Hole] There it was again, a sudden feeling of warmth and desolation where before a cool spring breeze had blown. When he could, Cenek generally avoided the Sink Hole for the dangers it posed and the uneasy reputation it had gained since the very moment the Tribes had first spotted it on their journey north. Its spanning shores where hungry sand lapped the paws were not convenient for timely traveling, and the hassle was rarely worth it. But on some occasions he felt drawn to this place, though admittedly not consciously. His feet dragged him towards it, the limp body of a mouse held tight in his jaws, the tail swinging loosely in the wind. Or, it had. He could always feel the Sink Hole long before sightings of pale sand, or even smell that raw stench of salt, coupled with what could easily have been rot. He felt it as a shifting beneath his skin, prickling and pulling at the roots of his fur. He would fluff up a little on instinct, pupils constricting to paper-thin slits. But he kept walking, a steady gait in liquid fashion. Cenek, despite his seemingly military upbringing and rather disagreeable beliefs on many subjects, was not a strict moving creature. He did not strut. His muscles did not bulge when he walked, they rippled, and he swam through the shadows, danced when it was beneficial to his purpose. Now, as the scent of warm sand grew stronger, his gaze fell empty, and a little strand of salivation dripped from his maw. He had been dreaming again, always the things over which his mind obsessed, but never what he wanted most .Where was the Silver-Shadow, where was Killian? It tugged painfully at his mind, some days, to know that he could not speak with the ghost of that fiend. The anger and frustration he so often felt was becoming more fluid, switching targets with ease and ebbing less often than it should. He had fought a Green-Fire simply because the tom had attracted the affections of his apprentice. Not to mention the Green-Light, who had fought him for insulting the Silver-Fire and all her kin. It was only a matter of time, he supposed, until his frustrations caused him an amount of injury from which he would not recover. And whose fault was this? His, of course. But before he had thought it was only the fault of others. Now his beliefs were changing. The things that Killian had taught him were destroying him now. He couldn’t wage war with every non-existent enemy to cross his path. It was exhausting, it was wrong. /Why did you do this to me/? The closer his legs brought him to the Sink Hole, the more he wilted. It was apparent in which direction he was headed, what his destination must be. But his path sloped south, so that instead of meeting the mysterious pit directly, he came closer to both his former home and the territory to which Air-Tribe now belonged. Those wing-painted freaks. He hated them too, though for what reason he could not remember. Cenek paused in his journey. This pace was as good as any other. With a swing of his head, he flung the limp body of the mouse out into the sands, where it flopped with a splat and sank hastily below the surface. /What now, Spirits/? As usual, there came no answer. Perhaps if the growling mouth upon his face were silver, they would speak to him. But it remained yellow, a stain on white fur. And rightfully so. He sniffed, scowling slightly at what center his eyes could not see. What a waste of time. What a waste of food! Flinging valuable resources into the unknown wasn’t going to bring anyone back, or solve any problems. He groaned, pacing back and forth in an almost childish manner. “I want it back!” He yelled at the sand. “You don’t need it as much as the living!” This, to no avail.

Description
Art courtesy of Silvadil (full body) and skitty22 (head shots)

Name: Cadia
Kit Name: Camellia
Age: adult
Born On:
Birth Season:
Gender: female
Breed: Maine Coon, Domestic Shorthair/ Snowshoe, Somali, Havana Brown
Tribe: Water-Tribe
Profession: Guard Apprentice
Ability: secondary
Relationship Tracker: Cadia Relationship TrackerMy sweet garbage child.
Note that exiles are listed according exclusively to their tattoos.
:icontgb-watertribe:
The Living
Lyra:
- "My former mentor! She really is wonderful, I was so lucky to be her apprentice even before she became Water-Tribe's deputy. She taught me so many things and made me feel proud to be a part of Water-Tribe. It's so strange that she's just had her second litter of kits though. Makes me feel old."
Naeli:
- "I'm so so happy that one of my younger siblings got to come to Water-Tribe! Wren is great, I love having her around. Truth be told, I'm glad I've never really had to babysit her though. She's really laid back but I feel like having to look after any sibling too long would get kind of tedious. As it is, we're both really independent and I think that works well."
Pangur:
- "Nice kid! He caught me having a mud bath, which I kind of wish hadn't happened,

Skills:

Feel With Your Mind
- You can feel the shape of objects with your mind - this includes surroundings! As your mastery of this skill grows, you can begin to sense not only the exterior surfaces of things, but also their interiors. ie. sense the insides of a cats body, their heartbeat, the inner workings of a tree, the pockets in a magma rock

Watch it Float
- You can make things float! You start with little things such as water drops, but as you practice you can make bigger/heavier things float too!

Sensibility
- You can manipulate the details of things! ie braid a knot or carve a drawing. As you practice, your telekinesis becomes more precise!

Come to Me
- You can call any object you wish to you from any place. The farther + larger the object, the higher skill required.

Pressure Wave
- You can create a pressure wave with your telekinetic energy! The more you practice, the stronger the wave.

Airwalking
- You can lift your own body of the ground by pushing at the earth with your powers! The more you practice, the longer + higher you can go!

Orientation: Who knows. Probably none.

Appearance: During her kithood, Cadia is blessed with an abundance of hair. She's really soft and fluffy, almost to the point of being round-ish. Her fur is sort of feathery in texture, so that her markings may appear fuzzy or faded at times. As she ages they will gradually solidify into more permanent shapes. Her one defining "hair" feature is a spry curl on the top of her head. She is elegantly built, with long features and legs.

Family:

Mother- Shasta, Orange-Earth
Father- Farox, Green-Air
Siblings- Caspia (Sylvani, Pink-Earth), Campion (Jace, Blue-Light), Cress (Idek, Blue-Shadow)

Personality:
(will expand, change and fill out as she ages)

[Confident / Detached / Assertive / Egotistical / Chipper / Manipulative]

Confident
Cadia has very few doubts about her existence. She seems to lack a bit in the self-conscious area, but tries to use that to her advantage. She is often one of the first cats to introduce herself, and has absolutely no problem making friends with strangers. However, her confidence may also mean that she is more likely to demand a lot of others, and have some trouble in understanding why some cats are shy.

Detached
Cadia lacks interest in relationships and particularly relationship problems. She has no pity for anyone with these sorts of issues, and will quickly become disgusted by what she calls "petty meanies" who allow their private issues to become a part of daily life. She also has a difficult time retaining loyalty to those around her. As much as she loves her family, Cadia could easily be persuaded to abandon them in favor of her own interests. She just doesn't like to get emotionally involved, which may seem like an entirely negative factor, but it also keeps her level headed, and makes it difficult to compromise her composure. She tends to asses situations using her head and not her heart.

Assertive
Cadia has no problems in asserting her existence, and even her dominance if she thinks it's necessary. She is prone to getting into a lot of scuffles, and as long as it doesn't do any damage to her appearance, she would be perfectly happy to leave with no hard feelings. However, this does depend somewhat on the circumstances of the argument (playfighting is just playfighting). If there are hard feelings, she may not forgive them easily. Particularly during her kithood, Cadia is very loud about her disapproval of both behaviors and individuals. If she doesn't like you, you'll know it.

Egotistical
If Cadia had to choose one thing that she loved the most, it would be herself. She is, after all, the only thing that she knows more than anyone else. That, in her mind, is something quite worthy of being possessive over. This may also do some damage to her loyalty, for she is not prone to looking out for those whose interests conflict with her own. She can be self-centered, but Cadia is also open to the idea of self-sacrifice, as long as she would be able to determine that the individual she sacrificed herself for is definitely more important or worthy than herself.

Chipper
Particularly during her kithood, Cadia seems to have a pretty good attitude about life and everything in general. She’s glad to be alive, and glad to let everyone know it. When she’s not too busy being loud and annoying about asserting her dominance, she is actually a very pleasant individual to be around. Cadia is often un-phased by the many trials of life, and could smile in the most desperate, hopeless situations.

Manipulative
Because of her particular interest in self, Cadia may be prone to at least attempting to manipulate others in order to get things done. She doesn’t necessarily do this for selfish reasons, however. She may use manipulation in order to get justice for someone who has been wronged (which may coincidentally include herself). She believes in the greater good, so anyone who gets in the way of that really ought to go.

History:
Born into Earth-Tribe under the name Camellia, she had one sister (Caspia), one brother (Campion), and one half-brother (Cress). Her parents, Orange-Earth Shasta and Green-Air Farox, belonged to different tribes, and of all things during her kithood, this perhaps bothered young Camellia the most. She did not consider herself particularly close to either of her parents, although Shasta received the majority of her affection as a mother-figure.

WIP

Additional Information:

Relationships
None yet.

Roleplay Sample
[Yellow-Shadow/Cenek/The Sink Hole] There it was again, a sudden feeling of warmth and desolation where before a cool spring breeze had blown. When he could, Cenek generally avoided the Sink Hole for the dangers it posed and the uneasy reputation it had gained since the very moment the Tribes had first spotted it on their journey north. Its spanning shores where hungry sand lapped the paws were not convenient for timely traveling, and the hassle was rarely worth it. But on some occasions he felt drawn to this place, though admittedly not consciously. His feet dragged him towards it, the limp body of a mouse held tight in his jaws, the tail swinging loosely in the wind. Or, it had. He could always feel the Sink Hole long before sightings of pale sand, or even smell that raw stench of salt, coupled with what could easily have been rot. He felt it as a shifting beneath his skin, prickling and pulling at the roots of his fur. He would fluff up a little on instinct, pupils constricting to paper-thin slits. But he kept walking, a steady gait in liquid fashion. Cenek, despite his seemingly military upbringing and rather disagreeable beliefs on many subjects, was not a strict moving creature. He did not strut. His muscles did not bulge when he walked, they rippled, and he swam through the shadows, danced when it was beneficial to his purpose. Now, as the scent of warm sand grew stronger, his gaze fell empty, and a little strand of salivation dripped from his maw. He had been dreaming again, always the things over which his mind obsessed, but never what he wanted most .Where was the Silver-Shadow, where was Killian? It tugged painfully at his mind, some days, to know that he could not speak with the ghost of that fiend. The anger and frustration he so often felt was becoming more fluid, switching targets with ease and ebbing less often than it should. He had fought a Green-Fire simply because the tom had attracted the affections of his apprentice. Not to mention the Green-Light, who had fought him for insulting the Silver-Fire and all her kin. It was only a matter of time, he supposed, until his frustrations caused him an amount of injury from which he would not recover. And whose fault was this? His, of course. But before he had thought it was only the fault of others. Now his beliefs were changing. The things that Killian had taught him were destroying him now. He couldn’t wage war with every non-existent enemy to cross his path. It was exhausting, it was wrong. /Why did you do this to me/? The closer his legs brought him to the Sink Hole, the more he wilted. It was apparent in which direction he was headed, what his destination must be. But his path sloped south, so that instead of meeting the mysterious pit directly, he came closer to both his former home and the territory to which Air-Tribe now belonged. Those wing-painted freaks. He hated them too, though for what reason he could not remember. Cenek paused in his journey. This pace was as good as any other. With a swing of his head, he flung the limp body of the mouse out into the sands, where it flopped with a splat and sank hastily below the surface. /What now, Spirits/? As usual, there came no answer. Perhaps if the growling mouth upon his face were silver, they would speak to him. But it remained yellow, a stain on white fur. And rightfully so. He sniffed, scowling slightly at what center his eyes could not see. What a waste of time. What a waste of food! Flinging valuable resources into the unknown wasn’t going to bring anyone back, or solve any problems. He groaned, pacing back and forth in an almost childish manner. “I want it back!” He yelled at the sand. “You don’t need it as much as the living!” This, to no avail.