⭒. ──. ˚₊‧ ✩ ‧₊˚.── .⭒ ꕀ⋆ 001 ⸝⸝ BACKSTORY ✩´ˎ˗ ╭┈─┈─┈─┈ ─✩⋆ ༘∘ . ╰▹ Woodentalons had carried the memory of Wildpaw like a weight on his shoulders. The sea, which once brought him peace, now felt like a reminder of everything he had lost. Since their d3ath, he hadn’t allowed himself to love again. His heart, once full of warmth, had grown cold. Then came Rynn, a loner with silver fur and eyes like the sea foam. She had appeared at the shore one evening, and though their bond grew slowly, it wasn’t without its tensions. Rynn understood grief, but she didn’t want to live in it forever. And Woodentalons, despite his desire to move forward, couldn’t let go of the past (codeword!). One night, after a long silence between them, Rynn confronted him. “Woodentalons… you’re still holding on to them, aren’t you?” “I lost them,” it replied, his voice rough. “How can I let go of that?” “You can’t live in the past forever", Rynn said, her voice pained. “Wildpaw is gone. They wouldn’t want you to waste your life waiting for something that’s never coming back.” Woodentalons stiffened, pain flashing across his face. “You don’t understand,” it growled. “I don’t need anyone else.” Rynn's blue eyes flashed with frustration. “I’m not asking you to forget them,” she snapped. “I’m just asking you to see what’s right in front of you.” But Woodentalons couldn’t see it, not through the fog of his grief. “You should leave.” The words stung, and Rynn's face fell. With a sharp look of hurt, she turned and disappeared into the night, her silver fur blending with the shadows. Woodentalons stood there, his heart heavy with regret, but too proud to call after her. Days passed, and the absence of her presence on the shore gnawed at him. He couldn’t forget the fight, nor the hollow ache in his chest. But it was too late to undo the damage. Then, moons later, Rynn returned to UrchinClan. This time, she wasn’t alone. She had four kits, their tiny bodies nestled close to her. Rynn walked toward the camp, her head low. She hesitated before speaking to one of the warriors, her voice trembling. “I need to see Woodentalons,” she said, her eyes scanning the camp. “I… I have his kits.” One of the warriors stepped forward. “You’ve come too late,” they growled. “Woodentalons is dead.” Rynn felt as if the world had shifted beneath her paws. “Dead? What do you mean?” The warrior's gaze softened. “He died in battle, fighting a badger that had wandered too close to the camp. I have to admit that he was a brave warrior, he k1lled a full-grown badger, after all. But the exhaustion was... too much.” Rynn stared at her, the shock of the words hitting her like a blow. Her legs wobbled, and for a moment, she couldn’t breathe. The tom who had held her heart—gone. She hadn’t even had the chance to tell him about the kits. Her eyes moved slowly down to the small bundles at her paws. They mewed softly, oblivious to the heartache swirling around them. Another warrior stepped forward, her voice gentle. “We will care for them,” she promised. “They are part of our clan now.” Rynn's heart broke all over again. She looked one last time toward UrchinClan, and without another word, she turned and left. And from that day on, UrchinClan raised the kits with love and care, their paws leaving marks in the sand where their father had once walked. ⭒. ──. ˚₊‧ ✩ ‧₊˚.── .⭒ ꕀ⋆ 002 ⸝⸝ THE KITS ✩´ˎ˗ ╭┈─┈─┈─┈ ─✩⋆ ༘∘ . ╰▹ first-born ꕀ Stagkit ╰▹ AMAB ╰▹ 16 inches once fully grown ╰▹ A white tom, his pelt is scattered with tawny patches. His face is covered by a lot of hair, only his long, tufted ears and his freckled muzzle are sticking out. Through his head floof, two eyes seem to glow. One of them is sage green like the forest, the other eye has the color of the sea. ╰▹ ╭┈─┈─┈─┈ ─✩⋆ ༘∘ . ╰▹ second-born ꕀ Wildnesskit, named after Wild ╰▹ AIAB ╰▹ 11 inches once fully grown ╰▹ A dark brown kit, half of their face is hidden behind their dark head floof. Their round, small ears are adorned with an arrow-like pattern. The same pattern can be found on their legs and tail tip and beneath their bright blue eyes. Along their back, you can see a dark stripe, ending at their short tail. ╰▹ research: bobtail, inters3x ╰▹ ╭┈─┈─┈─┈ ─✩⋆ ༘∘ . ╰▹ third-born ꕀ Seasaltkit, named after Sugar ╰▹ AFAB ╰▹ 9 inches once fully grown ╰▹ A white she-kit, her fluffy pelt is scattered with grey patches. Some of the splotches are darker than others though. Her eyes are two round, mysterious purple orbs, seeming to pierce through everyone's soul. ╰▹ research: ocular albinism ╰▹ ╭┈─┈─┈─┈ ─✩⋆ ༘∘ . ╰▹ youngest ꕀ Amberkit, named after Pecan ╰▹ AMAB ╰▹ 12 inches once fully grown ╰▹ A pale orange tom, his spiky fur is scattered with patches and spots, dark orange in color. His tail is short, similar to his father's, and his entire lower body is light orange. He sees the world through a green and a yellow eye. ╰▹ heterochromia ╰▹
(continued from instructions) ╭┈─┈─┈─┈ ─✩⋆ ༘∘ . ╰▹ All four kittens are half maine-coon btw :3 ⭒. ──. ˚₊‧ ✩ ‧₊˚.── .⭒ ꕀ⋆ 003 ⸝⸝ APPLICATION FORM ✩´ˎ˗ ╭┈─┈─┈─┈ ─✩⋆ ༘∘ . ╰▹ username/nickname + pronouns ✩ kit you're applying for ✩ about you ✩ roleplay examples ✩ personality (positive, neutral, negative) ✩ future gender identity ✩ future sexuality ✩ research ✩ trivia, goals, habits,... whatever you come up with! ✩ other stuff :)) ✩ codeword (stated in the backstory somewhere :3) hide it in a sentence please! ╭┈─┈─┈─┈ ─✩⋆ ༘∘ . ╰▹ write your application in the comments please :D ╭┈─┈─┈─┈ ─✩⋆ ༘∘ . ╰▹ REMEMBER: I AM ALLOWED TO DECLINE ANY APPLICATION, THAT THIS LITTER IS FCFS DOESN'T MATTER! So please stay nice, no guilt tripping and stuff ^^ please, I'm literally begging you qwp ╭┈─┈─┈─┈ ─✩⋆ ༘∘ . ╰▹ Read the general rules of @generations- (RP) please :))