disclaimer.... rambles...so many rambles...send help asap ———— ☀ ———— "Perhaps.... she was poisoned." They laughed, their tails lashing back and forth. In the dark, their eyes betrayed nothing, just blank slits growing with the moonlight. Their laughs echoed around the hardened stone, making them sound like a full legion of cats. "Maybe she fell into a lake of infected water!" More laughs followed. "She's so messed up, I bet her parents threw her out at birth. They said she was born in a hurricane, right by the sea. When her mother looked down at her, she recognized evil and threw her into the stooorrmmm!" The biggest cat threw their paws into the air and imitated the sounds of thunder and wind. "Honestly, she frightens me." Said a small one. "Different things can set her off. She's like a different cat every time you meet her." "Yes, she's horrid." "Wicked." "Ugly." "Weird." ———— ☀ ———— hii <33 Welcome to my application for the lovely and beautifully designed...Wren!! lowkey, I am so hyped for this. I would love to win Wren, but you having fun reading my application... it's a win-win, right? ———— ☀ ———— section uno ♡ i. @ratpurr ♡ ii. Clemmie ♡ iii. Wren ♡ iv. I've had three characters in the past. A rogue called Bliss, a ShadowClan warrior named Cobrablight, and another ShadowClan cat named Damseldazzle. Honestly, I made them a long time ago and now I don't like how I wrote them. I've honestly improved my writing skills a whole lot, but I'm lowkey a bit rusty right now. Currently, I don't have any active characters in the four clans right now. ———— ☀ ———— section dos ♡ v. Gender feels irrelevant to Wren, perhaps she doesn't understand it, or perhaps she just merely does not care. Currently, she goes by she/her, but in the future, she will probably use any/all pronouns. Love is a foreign topic to Wren, feeling almost unreachable and bland. She rather despises it. The touch of a loved one, twining tails, romantic words of love... blech. She is extremely demiromantic and will have to have a majorly strong bond with someone to feel romantic love. Like perhaps five or six threads just to develop a crush. Since gender is irrelevant to Wren, she probably couldn't care less about the gender of someone she loves. ♡ vi. quick rundown of her personality - DISCLAIMER: very very very rough draft [ + ] extremely intelligent, nimble, quick-witted, self-reliant, [ = ] quiet, vague, adaptable [ - ] selfish, two-faced, deceitful, insincere, martyr, emotionless Wren is two-faced. She adores to play the martyr, the victim, the one to be pitied. It's rather easy to see through. Her demeanor is so unusual, and she almost has two different personalities. Her first she internally calls The Masked Version of Me and loves to wear it around suitors and new cats. It is coy, charming, and outright funny. It makes her, frankly, an enjoyable cat to be around. Perhaps even a good cat, at that. When she's with her family/close friends, the mask almost falls onto the ground and burns into nothing but ashes. This chemical girl infects everything it touches. Her selfish and emotionless nature is rather despised by everyone. Sometimes certain things set off her chemical personality. Sometimes it follows a pattern, sometimes it may just simply be the attitude of a cat... Wicked. She is simply wicked. Wren is blankly oblivious to the taunting and laughing of other cats at her expense or perhaps she ignores it on purpose. She hates pity. Pity towards herself. ———— ☀ ———— section tres aka RAMBLES Wren misses her mother. Her mother was the one whom she felt closest to in the world. After her death, Wren swore vengeance upon the entire world and vowed (*to the star goddesses?) that somehow she would find her siblings and return home. She often has dreams she single handedly saves her mother and her father and is the envy of the entire world. When Wren is around her siblings, she almost seems like a mix of her two personalities. Selfish and unemotional, but protective and sometimes outright hilarious. Of all her siblings, Junco is the one she feels most protective of and often will refer to them as 'my icklejuncokins' almost in a way meant to embarrass. Wren adores her siblings so much, and she feels like they are the only cats she truly loves whom of which are alive. Her siblings speak lightly of Mother in Wren's presence, as it may cause her to break down in a puddle of tears. As emotionless as she is, Wren is not afraid to cry to guilt-trip or convince someone of something. She merely cries to get them to stop damaging Mother's memory with all this boo-hoo nonsense. She adores her height. She feels it makes her powerful. Wren's sole job is to find her siblings. She believes that she will find them, and it is destiny. No matter what- they will be found. She swears on her mother, she will find them no matter what.
