hi!! im venus, and this is my application for passionkit :] im a non-binary highschooler who enjoys writing and drawing! i just love passionkit’s design and i think she could have a really fun dynamic and plot being sensitive to water while living in a water-based clan. i am writing this on my phone so i cant make it fancy, so please forgive me for that! i promise my love for the kit is all the same even if i can’t do aesthetics :] passionkit will be amab, being a transgender she-cat later in life. she will discover this late apprenticehood to early warriorhood. she will go by she/her pronouns :] she will also be bisexual with a preference for toms! my activity is very good when i have the time to be on scratch! i do, however, put my life and mental health above this website and i have the possibility of disappearing from time to time. no worries though— ill make a formal announcement if i were to ever leave for good! i will do the roleplay example after my rambles if that’s alright :] passionkit was initially a very bright-spirited and rambunctious kitten. he would be found getting into all sorts of mischief and chattering on to the warriors of seaclan, who he looked up to greatly! he didn’t mind having the feathers and flames other seaclan cats lacked. they were his clanmates, and he was theirs however, he quickly began to weaken as the days went by. dehydration was setting in, and initially passionkit couldn’t figure out a reason why. he didn’t thirst like the other seaclan cats did, the thought of water didn’t satisfy him as it satisfied others. so he simply didn’t drink crying to his parents, abalonestar would take him across the island to pyroclan’s lands to drink (at least i assume abalonestar would be the one doing it, could be any cat really). at first the kitten didn’t understand why he was being taken away from his territory, but the lava pools called to passionkit like the water never had, and he drank that was the first time passionkit truly realized he wasn’t like the others passionkit became withdrawn. he felt disconnected from his clan, from his parents, like never before. he no longer flared his wings and sparked his fire, as they were only proof he didn’t belong. he tucked his wings tight against his body, vowed to never light his feathers alight. passionkit would be named passionpaw, and cringe as he found his way to his short-legged mentor, towering over a seacat even at his young age. it hurt his heart. all he wanted was to be like his father. his mother. his clan during his apprenticehood, passionpaw will fall into a deep depression. he longed to splash in the waves like his fellow apprentices did, to feel the cool water on his face. but he wasn’t given that power. he was destined to burn in the place he wanted so badly to be his home passionpaw spent many nights crying, often seeking comfort in either abalonestar or koidash. he preferred to sleep in the leaders den with his father and mother where no cat would see him than in the apprentice den where he stuck out like a sore paw. though cats tried to reassure him, passionpaw felt lost. despite his grievances, he felt an undying loyalty to seaclan. this would be the thing to save him passionsuffix would receive his full name, and a sort of nirvana would fall over him— no, her— in the coming moons. passionsuffix wasn’t a seacat, and she never would be. but she /was/ SeaClan through and through. she would devote her life to her clan and the warrior code, just as her father had, and it wouldn’t matter how different she looked, or that she couldn’t touch the waves she was a SeaClan cat, and that was all she ever needed to be this realization would most likely occur after a major event in passion’s life! while I can’t say for certain what this will be as her future is unforeseeable, this is the end result i would like to see :] i would also like to see passion one day find an opportunity to fly, as he will never learn how living in seaclan with all flightless cats and wanting to deny his wings the privilege of flight as an apprentice. perhaps he will find an opportunity where taking to the skies could benefit his clan? i will be providing a roleplay example that takes place during passionpaw’s apprenticeship. it can be found in the notes and credits :]
the green-leaf sun beat down onto the beach’s sands; pelts of green, blue, and purple settled into the shade of the fossilized coral reef that consumed the otter-cats’ camp. some cats dipped themselves into the shallow, flooded pits that littered the ground between dens, eyes closed in relaxation. passionpaw found himself lying beside his father, basking in the shade of the coral mound, tail wound tightly around his body with insecurity. passionpaw felt energized, as if he could take on the entirety of the shores, and yet he stayed rigid against the dusty violet pelt of his father. he wouldn’t get up, wouldn’t romp in the sands. no other seacat would dare to do so in this weather, so neither would he. the heat was something to beat, not to embrace, after all. passionkit closed his eyes, paws and tail tingling with the desire to bounce to his paws, to flutter and leap and spin. to touch the very sun with his paws. but he didn’t. he stayed still. unmoving. because that’s what seaclan cats were supposed to do. and he would be seaclan cat even if it took his whole life. art + design - @AuroraPrariealis
