I am no longer applying. Whoever wins can use my art! who am i: indigo - she/her ✧ hi! i'm indigo, and i'm an avid writer and roleplayer who also enjoys playing cello. my favorite movies include jurassic park and Interstellar (basic, but you can't really beat the classics). I love pokemon very much, and my favorite is reshiram. ✧ activity and experience: i would say about a 7 or 8 in terms of activity ✧ i've had one gens character, mistymoon. however, i'm also very active in tfcrp, where i have quite a few cherished characters that i often roleplay with. i've played a highrank there, belugapaw, who was a medicine cat apprentice. ✧ who: lobsterkit! ✧ the name made me hungry and i like crustaceans a lot. besides, i like the idea of something associated with sharpness (of claws) versus the personality i'm giving him, which is very loving. he's also very cute.✧ how long: i'll keep him for as long as he survives ✧ sexuality and identity: pansexual ✧ amab he/him (for now) ✧ personality: loving, sweet, clingy, big-hearted, generous, gullible, careless, oblivious. he's a bit of a himbo, but he means only the best. loves hugs and cuddles, but since his fur is spiky and bristly and he hugs VERY tightly, others generally don't want to be hugged by him. he himself does not know why they don't want hugs, so he gets very sad when no one hugs him. he loves unconditionally. his kindness is easily taken advantage of, because he thinks helping people means they're finally showing signs of accepting his love. ✧ trivia: he loves hugs, cute animals, and prefers not to look at his prey while he eats them because he feels bad. he's also really strong and clumsy (bone-crushingly so, in the case of a hug), but he doesn't know it because he's kind of oblivious. other trivia: his warrior name would be lobsterfeast. ✧ official accessories: lobster claw necklace or piece of kelp around tail; unofficial accessories: red bird feather, a bit of white bird fluff found on the beach, a shard of sea-glass ✧ research n/a ✧ family dynamics: he constantly annoys his siblings because he's overly affectionate. he always follows them around and pokes his head into whatever they're doing. when he wins the rare form of affection, he always seems to mess things up due to his clumsy strength, though its up to the individual roleplayers to decide how they respond to it. towards his father, he is also very loving, and he is glad his want for cuddles is reciprocated. ✧ cw: gold and silver are pretty colors. ✧ RP example: Where was Briarwoodkit? After scampering forward for what seemed like an entire morning, Umberkit had forgotten to look behind for any sign of her sister. Strange. If she couldn't catch up, Bri would've yelled out or said something. The wind rushing in her ears was too much, or the other brunette she-kit couldn't make a sound. Either way, the ruler of the grove stopped in her tracks. Far she was, deep into ThunderClan territory. The mud that had been dripping from her pelt had long since dried, leaving a layer of caked dirt, cracks spreading like spiderwebs. From the corner of her eye, Umberkit could make out a cave entrance embedded in a grove of dark roots. Was that made by twolegs? Strange. It was pitch dark inside, seemingly abandoned. “Bri?” Umberkit called out to the forest, taking small, hesitant steps towards the artificial cave. “Bri? Briarwoodkit! Bri, where are you?” Nothing answered her. Only a quiet dripping sound. The chocolate-furred kitten sniffed the air tentatively before placing a paw on the floor and then another. One step. Two. Three steps. Four. Five steps. Six. Peering into the cave, she cleared her throat. “Bri? Are you in there?” No response. Her voice echoed into the darkness. There was no choice; Umberkit edged closer to the abyss. Seven steps. Eight. “Bri? Answer me!” Nine steps. Ten. “Bri- ah!” Something beneath the little bear's paw shifted with her step. In a fraction of a blur, loose dirt, dead leaves, and roots surrounded her struggling body. The little kit flailed, grabbing at air. Something grazed her paw. A rock? A sharp stick? There was no pain, not when falling was the greatest enemy. How deep was this hole? Unsheathing her claws, Umberkit let her arms fly into the air, grasping at anything in particular. Her dappled left paw missed a branch. Her right paw- score! Sinking a sharp claw into the soft wood, the doe managed to save her own life. She clung to the branch with fervor, heart palpitating. Down, down, down. There was nothing left that could hold her up. Down, down, down, and so she let herself fall. ✧ Research for male calico: Male calicos have Klinefelter's Syndrome, which means they have an extra X chromosome. They often have shorter lifespans, but the most prominent trait is the inability to reproduce. Lobster is infertile, but won't have many other health complications. https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/1163864/ That's it!
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