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|| Information ||

[Name] : Dizzykit | Inkpaw | Inktail

[Age] : 6 moons

[Gender] : Female

[Breed] : Singapura x Abyssinian/Oriental

[Appearance] : A dark toned she-cat with a petite frame and big green-yellow eyes. She has three layers of colouration to her pelt; the main body colour is grey, her muzzle and stomach are a pale grey while her head, back and tail are touched with a darker tone of grey. Her ears and the tip of her tail holds an almost dark black jet colour. She always wears an orange ribbon as a scarf around her neck. Her fur length is average but she's quite fuzzy. Contrary to the rest of her body, her tail has long and silky smooth fur.

[Rank] : Apprentice

[Clan] : Tidalclan

|| Personality ||

|| Random/Cheeky/Bubbly || Inky is one of these cats that reflects nothing of their true personality through their physical appearance. Once you get to know her--hell, when you just meet her, you can already see that she's like no other. She acts weirdly and has no valuable explanations for her actions. She can be quite unpredictable, caught doing the weirdest things.. Though it all appears to be logically normal through this she-cat's eyes. Her way of thinking is questionable. It seems as though she is not to be trusted, considering how random and cheeky she can be. But it's all done with no malice. Some would say that she has quite the bubbly personality, but most would think of her as annoying and weird.

|| Kind-hearted || Despite her odd behaviour, Inky shows to be very passionate and considerate about the living beings around her, whether they are allies or foes, which makes her dangerously approachable. You can hiss all you want, or snarl, you'll only end up making her crack up and misunderstand this as simple goofing around, which she would gladly take part of.

|| Generous || Inky's hardly possessive with the things she stumbles on. She sees no need in keeping a treasure if someone else craves it far more than she does. Plus, during mealtime, she'll share her own share of the fresh-kill pile with almost anyone /minus kits/ who seems too thin-skinny for her liking. She'll even go without food if she sees another cat far more desperate than her, clan-mate or not.

|| Sensitive || She has a very fragile heart. As good as she is at misunderstanding threats into games, this she-cat can easily be hurt. It always depends on how you approach or confront her. Though it's hard to upset the she-cat, it can be so easy at the same time.

|| Stupid/Gullible || Inky's definitely not the brightest cat around. She gets mixed up very easily and founds it hard to concentrate during training sessions. Everything distracts her; from the rustle in the leaves to the flapping sounds of flying birdies. She's bad at remembering names too, so to compensate with that she calls cats by something that's very distinctive on their physical appearance or from a trait of their personality, which makes her a very observant little warrior as she comes up with a name the very instant she meets a stranger. And like most kittens, she is a believer and will take even the strangest tales to be the very truth-- of course, depending on how it was brought up.

|| Extras ||

- Inkpaw is pretty much invading in every way possible. She doesn't know what a 'personal space' is and tends to invade it despite all the warnings given to her. She a lost cause. Just give up, she'll never respect your space. Better get used to her 'touching'.
- She's a lot like a ferret. She moves a lot, nip at other cats' paws and most importantly, she loves to use her tongue when creating another cat. It's her own way to 'shake hands'. She doesn't know why she does it, but she loves to lick others in the face and will follow their pull or movement if they try to avoid her licking.
- Her orientation is strictly straight. She doesn't understand homosexuality. (Too young)
- She snores and drools a lot.
- Her ultimate goal is to meet every single cat in the clans. EVERY single cat.

|| History ||
| Prologue |
Our story starts during the middle spring; the day was warm with newly bloomed buds and flowers. The cold was now long gone and forgotten, life spreading out from every corner of the land. The day was inviting, and a nice stroll in the forest was all the more tempting, especially for a house pet. Yes, as surprisingly as it sounded, Inkpaw’s mother was a once a kittypet, Suhey was her name. She loved spending time outdoors, probably because her past owners were gardeners, always stuck in the backyard of their cottage. Suhey spent most of her days out and her nights in, though one morning, she got lost after been scared by a roaming fox. She tried to find her way back home but with little success. She was lost in the forest, unaware of the path to take and confused by all the new smells. She loved her owners, she couldn’t bare the thought of living without them. In her search, the she-cat ended up thickening her distance between her and her home. And being more of an outdoor cat, Suhey was okay in fending for herself. She was a good huntress and rather good at battling, though she’d mostly avoid confrontations. She couldn’t afford an injury now, especially in the middle of the forest. Her cunningness and carefulness had definitely helped her to keep herself safe for all this time.

It felt like moons ago since she had seen or encounter another cat, even though their smell lingered around the forest, fresh or stale, she was always hesitant to manifest herself to them, doubting her own judgements. She had never seen wild cats before, nor was she aware of their existants. But one night, Suhey had no other choice but to confront her fears as she stumbled upon another cat. He was of a small breed, his legs bulky and his eyes huge like moons. Though despite all that, what stood out the most was his long black whiskers. He seemed civil, even approached her claiming being just that. She wasn’t going to refuse the company of a fellow cat after spending so many nights by her own. She’s been alone for far too long, nearly driving her crazy. But instead of feeling relieved by the sight of another cat, Suhey only realized with a pang that this cat was not from where she had come from. He was a born forest cat, with no attachment to any humans in whatsoever. Of course she was saddened by the information, her hopes of returning home to her owners crumbling to pieces. The cat introduced himself as Longwhisker, funny name for a cat honestly, though he seemed to share the same feeling about her name. After hearing her story, Longwhisker offered her to come back to his clan with him. She clearly needed a good night sleep and something to eat before resuming her journey. Reluctant, Suhey accepted his offer and so, heading straight to Tidalclan.

She was even more surprised to hear that all this time, she’s been travelling through Aspenclan’s territory without encounter not even one cat before she reached Tidalclan’s border. It struck her as odd, but perhaps she was just being too obsessively attentive to her surroundings. She had to admit trying to avoid the smell whenever she crossed it. The border held subtle scents of cats, probably explaining why it took her until now to get spotted. Tidalclan was a beautiful piece of land, its territory almost completely covered in sand. Suhey enjoyed her stay-- though was hardly welcomed by the other cats. They seemed irked by her, disdained even. She had no idea why they were so distant and judgemental. Wasn’t she a cat just like they were? Offended by their cold behaviour, Suhey brought up the subject to Longwhisker, the only cat civil enough with her. And as he answered her, Suhey felt a strong feeling of discontentment. Why was she bothering to fit in anyway? It wasn’t like she was planning to stay here forever. She was simply catching back her breath and regaining her energy for the journey to come. Simple as that. And as she told Longwhisker about it, the tom begged her to differ. Surely she wasn’t planning to leave just yet. Aspenclan’s cats were growing active and they surely would not welcome a ‘kittypet’ with open arms in their territory that easily, even just cross it. Once more, she found herself unable to leave... The longer she stayed, the more she grew close to the tom. He even started opening up to her, telling her how he used to be made fun of just because of his size. As a Singapura cat, he was born with smaller bones. They all believed that his size would definitely prevent him of achieving his goals on becoming Tidalclan’s strongest warrior. And thus he wasn’t the strongest, but he sure was a piece of cat to fight against. Suhey was charmed by his past, seeing as she was misjudged by the others just like he was when he was a kit. They doubted her to stay among them just because of her ‘kittypet’ title. Maybe she could prove them wrong?

| Kitten |
As summer came to an end, Suhey was struck by another unexpected news. She was pregnant. Of course she saw that coming, Longwhisker and her had gotten so much closer by the end of spring. It was only logical for her to fall pregnant.. She already tried to leave three times now; the first time she was forced to stay in Tidalclan due to Aspenclan’s activity, the second time being Longwhisker convincing her to remain a little bit longer, and the third time.. being her falling pregnant with his kits. She couldn’t leave any more. It would simply break her mate’s heart and her own as well. Resigned to remain a clan cat for the rest of her life, Suhey accepted her new rank as a queen with a heavy heart. Some of the cats had grown used to her and recommended her to change her name into a more suitable warrior name, but she refused, holding her name preciously to her heart. It was how her owners had named her. It was the last thing she still had from them, that and the lovely orange ribbon around her neck. Since she wasn’t going back to them.. might as well keep what little was left of them.. She gave birth to only one kitten. Odd considering how litters were mostly consisted of two or more cats. Some blamed her ‘kittypet’ roots to be responsible for this, others saw it as a bad omen, but it was never discussed in more depths and so, the topic was brought abruptly to a close. Suhey named her kitten Dizzykit, seeing how excited the small kitten always got whenever someone entered the den. She’d rush up to them and get in their paws. Some would simply pad over her while others tripped down, caught off guard by her sudden bursting. When it occurred, they’d knock her out in their attempt to keep balance, making her perform a very clumsy dance which always made a few queens laugh to. Everything was going smoothly; Longwhisker always came to visit, spending quality time with his family, though he was only able to come during dusk or later at night. Dizzykit was most of the time napping at these hours, cuddled up to her mother’s warm belly. But she still got to see him once in awhile.

Another tragedy had yet to strike the small family of three. Longwhisker was found severely injured close to the border, probably after defending his territory from a predator or a trespasser. He sadly succumbed to his injuries on the way back to camp. Suhey was devastated by the news. It shook her brutally, reminding her of the dangers clan life was constantly bringing upon them. And then, she saw no purpose in staying here any longer. The only thing preventing her from leaving was now gone.. gone forever. But she couldn’t simply leave with her daughter.. Dizzykit was just three moons old, still too weak and too young to travel along with her... The very thought of staying was breaking the she-cat to pieces. She longed for the safety of her home, for the smell of the cottage, the delicacy of a bowl full of cream, the touch of her owners.. The next night, Suhey made up her mind. She was leaving, and this time, no cat would stop her. Well.. that’s what she thought. Dizzykit refused to leave her mother’s side. It was either she took her along or she stayed, but that was out of the question. Suhey tried to reason with her, reassure and convince her that everything was going to be alright, but she wouldn’t listen. Dizzykit wanted her mother and nothing else. As she feared that Dizzykit’s pleads were going to attract the attention of the currently sleeping cats, Suhey concluded the heartbreaking scene with a very hard decision. She pulled off her ribbon, the ribbon she liked so much, and wrapped Dizzykit in it. The she-kit blinked, confused. She was well aware of how much this item meant to her mother, why was she giving it away? Suhey lowered down, her eyes full of love and warmth.

“Dizzykit.. I promise that I’ll come back to get you once you are grown up and strong. I know it’s hard to part ways, and you probably don’t believe me but.. here. Keep my ribbon with you. It’s my most precious treasure. Do you really think I would leave it behind without thinking of getting it back someday?”

Suhey’s smile quivered as she spoke, and she gave her kitten one last stroke of her tongue, tucking her in her mossy bed, hushing her. Dizzykit watched her mother go, sorrowful, but deep down she knew her mother wouldn’t abandon her. She’ll come back. All that Dizzykit needed to do was grow up into a healthy and strong cat, right?

| Apprentice |
When she reached the age of 6 moons, Dizzykit and the other kittens her age were called to receive their apprentice title and a mentor. When her turn came, the leader found himself at a loss of this small she-kit’s name. No one had ever told him, not even Longwhisker nor his mate. As he questioned her about her current name, Dizzykit went blank, unable to word it out. Was it nervousness? Or was she simply overwhelmed by all that crowd? She rarely came out of her den, only just to play with the other kittens while the other queens watched after them. As the silence went undisturbed, the leader took upon him to give this she-kit a new name. She was to be named, Inkpaw from now on. Her new name didn’t really please the she-kit since her mother was the one giving her her former name. It meant a lot to her..

”It’s okay.. you can take my name if you want. As long as I have mother’s ribbon with me, I’ll be alright.”

|| Family ||

[Father] : Longwhisker /Deaceased/
[Mother] : Suhey /status Unknown/

[Mate] : N/A
[Kit(s)] : N/A

|| Relationship ||

= Mentor
= Family

= Uncertainty | = Discomfort
= Acquaintance | = Friend
= Good friend | = Best friend
= Attraction | = Crush
= Love | = Mate
= Dislike | = Despise
= FEAR

---

[ TidalClan ]

Rabbitfoot
|/ Pending...

Greenery
|/ Pending...

Feather
|/ Pending...

[ RaggedClan ]

Whisky
|/ Pending...

[ AspenClan ]

None yet

[ Clanless Cats ]

None yet

|| RP Accessibilities ||

|| Chat RP // SEMI-OPEN
|| Note RP // CLOSED
|| Forum RP // PENDING
|| Skype RP // OPEN
|| Comment RP // PENDING

[RP Example] :
/Rp from City-of-Sundown with Paige and Erskine/

Paige halted right before exiting the other end of the alleyway, the road just ahead. But before stepping out, she swung her head around, her bangs swaying over her eyes as she responded to his own answer.

“Good response,” she murmured, taking her copper eyes off the tom to sweep the road of any unwelcoming presence. Luckily, with the strength of the sun, it was nearly impossible for any infected cats to have made it out there. Yet again, we could never be too sure.

“It can’t be worse than here... It just can’t,” she meowed, her voice glinting with grief. Not too long ago, just a few days after she returned, Paige discovered with horror that Asher, one of her closest friends, had recently gone missing.. perhaps victim of the white eyes. Asher was simply given a task.. a mere task and was probably caught off guard by one of those monsters. As hard as it was to accept, Asher was probably dead. But she couldn't help wonder.. had he gone missing because of her? Was he searching for her or for Damian when tragedy stroke?

“OUCH--FAK!” Paige suddenly hissed, her pads burning against the hot concrete. She immediately backed away, scratching the idea of padding along the road.

“There’s no way we’re going to walk on that road. It’s boiling hot... let’s just go along the streets. We’ll just have to run for it whenever we need to cross a corner-- now that I think of that--” she paused to look at him. Her eyes dancing over his sturdy form.

“You’re completely black. Are you going to be all right? I don’t wanna have to carry you all the way back in case you collapse under the heat or suffocate in that fluffiness of yours. I don’t even think I could possibly carry you,” she cracked a smile, somewhat amused by the thought.

Artwork © Ellie (me)
#OfStarsAndClans © =KellzFire & *Zaabu

Program used: Tablet (Bamboo), Photoshop CS, SAI

Description

|| Information ||

[Name] : Dizzykit | Inkpaw | Inktail

[Age] : 6 moons

[Gender] : Female

[Breed] : Singapura x Abyssinian/Oriental

[Appearance] : A dark toned she-cat with a petite frame and big green-yellow eyes. She has three layers of colouration to her pelt; the main body colour is grey, her muzzle and stomach are a pale grey while her head, back and tail are touched with a darker tone of grey. Her ears and the tip of her tail holds an almost dark black jet colour. She always wears an orange ribbon as a scarf around her neck. Her fur length is average but she's quite fuzzy. Contrary to the rest of her body, her tail has long and silky smooth fur.

[Rank] : Apprentice

[Clan] : Tidalclan

|| Personality ||

|| Random/Cheeky/Bubbly || Inky is one of these cats that reflects nothing of their true personality through their physical appearance. Once you get to know her--hell, when you just meet her, you can already see that she's like no other. She acts weirdly and has no valuable explanations for her actions. She can be quite unpredictable, caught doing the weirdest things.. Though it all appears to be logically normal through this she-cat's eyes. Her way of thinking is questionable. It seems as though she is not to be trusted, considering how random and cheeky she can be. But it's all done with no malice. Some would say that she has quite the bubbly personality, but most would think of her as annoying and weird.

|| Kind-hearted || Despite her odd behaviour, Inky shows to be very passionate and considerate about the living beings around her, whether they are allies or foes, which makes her dangerously approachable. You can hiss all you want, or snarl, you'll only end up making her crack up and misunderstand this as simple goofing around, which she would gladly take part of.

|| Generous || Inky's hardly possessive with the things she stumbles on. She sees no need in keeping a treasure if someone else craves it far more than she does. Plus, during mealtime, she'll share her own share of the fresh-kill pile with almost anyone /minus kits/ who seems too thin-skinny for her liking. She'll even go without food if she sees another cat far more desperate than her, clan-mate or not.

|| Sensitive || She has a very fragile heart. As good as she is at misunderstanding threats into games, this she-cat can easily be hurt. It always depends on how you approach or confront her. Though it's hard to upset the she-cat, it can be so easy at the same time.

|| Stupid/Gullible || Inky's definitely not the brightest cat around. She gets mixed up very easily and founds it hard to concentrate during training sessions. Everything distracts her; from the rustle in the leaves to the flapping sounds of flying birdies. She's bad at remembering names too, so to compensate with that she calls cats by something that's very distinctive on their physical appearance or from a trait of their personality, which makes her a very observant little warrior as she comes up with a name the very instant she meets a stranger. And like most kittens, she is a believer and will take even the strangest tales to be the very truth-- of course, depending on how it was brought up.

|| Extras ||

- Inkpaw is pretty much invading in every way possible. She doesn't know what a 'personal space' is and tends to invade it despite all the warnings given to her. She a lost cause. Just give up, she'll never respect your space. Better get used to her 'touching'.
- She's a lot like a ferret. She moves a lot, nip at other cats' paws and most importantly, she loves to use her tongue when creating another cat. It's her own way to 'shake hands'. She doesn't know why she does it, but she loves to lick others in the face and will follow their pull or movement if they try to avoid her licking.
- Her orientation is strictly straight. She doesn't understand homosexuality. (Too young)
- She snores and drools a lot.
- Her ultimate goal is to meet every single cat in the clans. EVERY single cat.

|| History ||
| Prologue |
Our story starts during the middle spring; the day was warm with newly bloomed buds and flowers. The cold was now long gone and forgotten, life spreading out from every corner of the land. The day was inviting, and a nice stroll in the forest was all the more tempting, especially for a house pet. Yes, as surprisingly as it sounded, Inkpaw’s mother was a once a kittypet, Suhey was her name. She loved spending time outdoors, probably because her past owners were gardeners, always stuck in the backyard of their cottage. Suhey spent most of her days out and her nights in, though one morning, she got lost after been scared by a roaming fox. She tried to find her way back home but with little success. She was lost in the forest, unaware of the path to take and confused by all the new smells. She loved her owners, she couldn’t bare the thought of living without them. In her search, the she-cat ended up thickening her distance between her and her home. And being more of an outdoor cat, Suhey was okay in fending for herself. She was a good huntress and rather good at battling, though she’d mostly avoid confrontations. She couldn’t afford an injury now, especially in the middle of the forest. Her cunningness and carefulness had definitely helped her to keep herself safe for all this time.

It felt like moons ago since she had seen or encounter another cat, even though their smell lingered around the forest, fresh or stale, she was always hesitant to manifest herself to them, doubting her own judgements. She had never seen wild cats before, nor was she aware of their existants. But one night, Suhey had no other choice but to confront her fears as she stumbled upon another cat. He was of a small breed, his legs bulky and his eyes huge like moons. Though despite all that, what stood out the most was his long black whiskers. He seemed civil, even approached her claiming being just that. She wasn’t going to refuse the company of a fellow cat after spending so many nights by her own. She’s been alone for far too long, nearly driving her crazy. But instead of feeling relieved by the sight of another cat, Suhey only realized with a pang that this cat was not from where she had come from. He was a born forest cat, with no attachment to any humans in whatsoever. Of course she was saddened by the information, her hopes of returning home to her owners crumbling to pieces. The cat introduced himself as Longwhisker, funny name for a cat honestly, though he seemed to share the same feeling about her name. After hearing her story, Longwhisker offered her to come back to his clan with him. She clearly needed a good night sleep and something to eat before resuming her journey. Reluctant, Suhey accepted his offer and so, heading straight to Tidalclan.

She was even more surprised to hear that all this time, she’s been travelling through Aspenclan’s territory without encounter not even one cat before she reached Tidalclan’s border. It struck her as odd, but perhaps she was just being too obsessively attentive to her surroundings. She had to admit trying to avoid the smell whenever she crossed it. The border held subtle scents of cats, probably explaining why it took her until now to get spotted. Tidalclan was a beautiful piece of land, its territory almost completely covered in sand. Suhey enjoyed her stay-- though was hardly welcomed by the other cats. They seemed irked by her, disdained even. She had no idea why they were so distant and judgemental. Wasn’t she a cat just like they were? Offended by their cold behaviour, Suhey brought up the subject to Longwhisker, the only cat civil enough with her. And as he answered her, Suhey felt a strong feeling of discontentment. Why was she bothering to fit in anyway? It wasn’t like she was planning to stay here forever. She was simply catching back her breath and regaining her energy for the journey to come. Simple as that. And as she told Longwhisker about it, the tom begged her to differ. Surely she wasn’t planning to leave just yet. Aspenclan’s cats were growing active and they surely would not welcome a ‘kittypet’ with open arms in their territory that easily, even just cross it. Once more, she found herself unable to leave... The longer she stayed, the more she grew close to the tom. He even started opening up to her, telling her how he used to be made fun of just because of his size. As a Singapura cat, he was born with smaller bones. They all believed that his size would definitely prevent him of achieving his goals on becoming Tidalclan’s strongest warrior. And thus he wasn’t the strongest, but he sure was a piece of cat to fight against. Suhey was charmed by his past, seeing as she was misjudged by the others just like he was when he was a kit. They doubted her to stay among them just because of her ‘kittypet’ title. Maybe she could prove them wrong?

| Kitten |
As summer came to an end, Suhey was struck by another unexpected news. She was pregnant. Of course she saw that coming, Longwhisker and her had gotten so much closer by the end of spring. It was only logical for her to fall pregnant.. She already tried to leave three times now; the first time she was forced to stay in Tidalclan due to Aspenclan’s activity, the second time being Longwhisker convincing her to remain a little bit longer, and the third time.. being her falling pregnant with his kits. She couldn’t leave any more. It would simply break her mate’s heart and her own as well. Resigned to remain a clan cat for the rest of her life, Suhey accepted her new rank as a queen with a heavy heart. Some of the cats had grown used to her and recommended her to change her name into a more suitable warrior name, but she refused, holding her name preciously to her heart. It was how her owners had named her. It was the last thing she still had from them, that and the lovely orange ribbon around her neck. Since she wasn’t going back to them.. might as well keep what little was left of them.. She gave birth to only one kitten. Odd considering how litters were mostly consisted of two or more cats. Some blamed her ‘kittypet’ roots to be responsible for this, others saw it as a bad omen, but it was never discussed in more depths and so, the topic was brought abruptly to a close. Suhey named her kitten Dizzykit, seeing how excited the small kitten always got whenever someone entered the den. She’d rush up to them and get in their paws. Some would simply pad over her while others tripped down, caught off guard by her sudden bursting. When it occurred, they’d knock her out in their attempt to keep balance, making her perform a very clumsy dance which always made a few queens laugh to. Everything was going smoothly; Longwhisker always came to visit, spending quality time with his family, though he was only able to come during dusk or later at night. Dizzykit was most of the time napping at these hours, cuddled up to her mother’s warm belly. But she still got to see him once in awhile.

Another tragedy had yet to strike the small family of three. Longwhisker was found severely injured close to the border, probably after defending his territory from a predator or a trespasser. He sadly succumbed to his injuries on the way back to camp. Suhey was devastated by the news. It shook her brutally, reminding her of the dangers clan life was constantly bringing upon them. And then, she saw no purpose in staying here any longer. The only thing preventing her from leaving was now gone.. gone forever. But she couldn’t simply leave with her daughter.. Dizzykit was just three moons old, still too weak and too young to travel along with her... The very thought of staying was breaking the she-cat to pieces. She longed for the safety of her home, for the smell of the cottage, the delicacy of a bowl full of cream, the touch of her owners.. The next night, Suhey made up her mind. She was leaving, and this time, no cat would stop her. Well.. that’s what she thought. Dizzykit refused to leave her mother’s side. It was either she took her along or she stayed, but that was out of the question. Suhey tried to reason with her, reassure and convince her that everything was going to be alright, but she wouldn’t listen. Dizzykit wanted her mother and nothing else. As she feared that Dizzykit’s pleads were going to attract the attention of the currently sleeping cats, Suhey concluded the heartbreaking scene with a very hard decision. She pulled off her ribbon, the ribbon she liked so much, and wrapped Dizzykit in it. The she-kit blinked, confused. She was well aware of how much this item meant to her mother, why was she giving it away? Suhey lowered down, her eyes full of love and warmth.

“Dizzykit.. I promise that I’ll come back to get you once you are grown up and strong. I know it’s hard to part ways, and you probably don’t believe me but.. here. Keep my ribbon with you. It’s my most precious treasure. Do you really think I would leave it behind without thinking of getting it back someday?”

Suhey’s smile quivered as she spoke, and she gave her kitten one last stroke of her tongue, tucking her in her mossy bed, hushing her. Dizzykit watched her mother go, sorrowful, but deep down she knew her mother wouldn’t abandon her. She’ll come back. All that Dizzykit needed to do was grow up into a healthy and strong cat, right?

| Apprentice |
When she reached the age of 6 moons, Dizzykit and the other kittens her age were called to receive their apprentice title and a mentor. When her turn came, the leader found himself at a loss of this small she-kit’s name. No one had ever told him, not even Longwhisker nor his mate. As he questioned her about her current name, Dizzykit went blank, unable to word it out. Was it nervousness? Or was she simply overwhelmed by all that crowd? She rarely came out of her den, only just to play with the other kittens while the other queens watched after them. As the silence went undisturbed, the leader took upon him to give this she-kit a new name. She was to be named, Inkpaw from now on. Her new name didn’t really please the she-kit since her mother was the one giving her her former name. It meant a lot to her..

”It’s okay.. you can take my name if you want. As long as I have mother’s ribbon with me, I’ll be alright.”

|| Family ||

[Father] : Longwhisker /Deaceased/
[Mother] : Suhey /status Unknown/

[Mate] : N/A
[Kit(s)] : N/A

|| Relationship ||

= Mentor
= Family

= Uncertainty | = Discomfort
= Acquaintance | = Friend
= Good friend | = Best friend
= Attraction | = Crush
= Love | = Mate
= Dislike | = Despise
= FEAR

---

[ TidalClan ]

Rabbitfoot
|/ Pending...

Greenery
|/ Pending...

Feather
|/ Pending...

[ RaggedClan ]

Whisky
|/ Pending...

[ AspenClan ]

None yet

[ Clanless Cats ]

None yet

|| RP Accessibilities ||

|| Chat RP // SEMI-OPEN
|| Note RP // CLOSED
|| Forum RP // PENDING
|| Skype RP // OPEN
|| Comment RP // PENDING

[RP Example] :
/Rp from City-of-Sundown with Paige and Erskine/

Paige halted right before exiting the other end of the alleyway, the road just ahead. But before stepping out, she swung her head around, her bangs swaying over her eyes as she responded to his own answer.

“Good response,” she murmured, taking her copper eyes off the tom to sweep the road of any unwelcoming presence. Luckily, with the strength of the sun, it was nearly impossible for any infected cats to have made it out there. Yet again, we could never be too sure.

“It can’t be worse than here... It just can’t,” she meowed, her voice glinting with grief. Not too long ago, just a few days after she returned, Paige discovered with horror that Asher, one of her closest friends, had recently gone missing.. perhaps victim of the white eyes. Asher was simply given a task.. a mere task and was probably caught off guard by one of those monsters. As hard as it was to accept, Asher was probably dead. But she couldn't help wonder.. had he gone missing because of her? Was he searching for her or for Damian when tragedy stroke?

“OUCH--FAK!” Paige suddenly hissed, her pads burning against the hot concrete. She immediately backed away, scratching the idea of padding along the road.

“There’s no way we’re going to walk on that road. It’s boiling hot... let’s just go along the streets. We’ll just have to run for it whenever we need to cross a corner-- now that I think of that--” she paused to look at him. Her eyes dancing over his sturdy form.

“You’re completely black. Are you going to be all right? I don’t wanna have to carry you all the way back in case you collapse under the heat or suffocate in that fluffiness of yours. I don’t even think I could possibly carry you,” she cracked a smile, somewhat amused by the thought.

Artwork © Ellie (me)
#OfStarsAndClans © =KellzFire & *Zaabu

Program used: Tablet (Bamboo), Photoshop CS, SAI