*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ๋࣭⭑"...Tears are falling endlessly, They drip, drip, drip, drip, scatter all around..." ๋࣭⭑ *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hello! I'm @SilverFeatherPro101 (aka Silver)! I am an artist/roleplayer who has been on scratch in various roleplays for a good 7 years, and have been in TSS since April of 2025. I've had a handful of characters, such as Krakenvirtue, Wildfirelament and Epiphanypearl! I'm applying for, as you can guess, the one and only Northernkit! The minute I saw this dude I started actually tweaking out. I mean- comeon. It's a MERMAID cat. With a GORGEOUS design. The hair, the patterns, the northern lights theme? How could I not apply? So, here I am, at the alter of the TSS litter project on my hands and knees for this creature. *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ๋࣭⭑"...See how fast it disappears It sinks, sinks, sinks, sinks until there's nothing left of me..." ๋࣭⭑ *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Northernkit AMAB - In the future unlabeled He/Him - In the future Any/All. Gay - Prefers male or masc aligning individuals. [+] Imaginative, Adventurous, Playful, [=] Curious, Dramatic, Dynamic, Performative [-] Childish, Tactless, Egotistical As he gets older, the following traits will be added: [+] Meticulous, Passionate, Whimsical [-] Narcissistic, Cunning, Rebellious Northernkit is an ethereal sight to behold, as if born from the tales he holds so dear. A poet and a dreamer is he, a teller of tales so tall they reach the very stars he seems to constantly be lost in. In fact, North acts more like a character out of a story than an actual cat. His words are verbose and riddled, with a penchant for rhymes. A bit airheaded, Northernkit doesn't 'read the room' very well. His antics and eccentric nature, while well-intentioned, can tend to be a bit self-absorbed, obnoxious and even flat-out rude at times, especially when he doesn't seem to know when to quit, but despite his lack of social awareness, he craves attention and praise like he needs it to survive. He is a lover of stories, and makes up quite a few of his own! All of which *he* is the main character in, of course. Though it becomes a problem when the line of reality and fantasy is blurred, and it's hard to tell what of his words is truth or tale. And maybe, as a young kit, he believes it all. That the mystique and grandeur that he is so obviously destined for feels real to him, that fairy tales do come true. But as Northernkit gets older and he sees life and the world beyond his state and storybook dreams, he finds it all... Horribly boring. He learns his place in the world, he sees his life laid out before him in Seaclan... And it's dull. It's stagnant. It's normal. So what does he do? He doubles down harder. His obsession with his daydreams bordering delusion. He goes about like he lives in the verses of a mighty epic, chases the excitement, the validation, the importance he craves oh-so terribly, and perhaps even goes as far as to take the narrative into his own paws and thicken the plot himself... Research - Mermaid Tail Northernkit's lower body is composed of a mermaid-like tail with fish-like scales lining it. Due to this alone, he prefers to keep to the water, where he is able to move most efficiently. When he does go on land, he is slow-moving, having to drag himself by his front legs, often leading to tension and strain on his front legs, shoulders and neck, and drag sores / pulled scales on his tail. He prefers to stick close to the shore when he does venture out the water, as his limitations on land cause him both discomfort and vulnerability. *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ๋࣭⭑"...Tears are falling endlessly They drip, drip, drip, drip, flooding the whole town..." ๋࣭⭑ *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Thoughts on family: I don't want to give any specific thoughts on individual cats before they roleplay together properly, but as a whole, Northernkit loves them in his own way. As a kit, he wants nothing more than to entertain them, for them to love him. And they do, of course, but it's simply never enough. As he grows older and becomes more disillusioned with the world, his viewpoint shifts more as the cats around him from the humble audience to apart of the cast. And after all, *he* is the main character. Thoughts on Seaclan: It's funny, how one's view on the world shifts as they grow up. As a kit, the clan felt so big, so grand. So shiny and exciting. Of course, that is bound to change. Despite it though, he loves his clan, and even as his discontent grows, he still loves Seaclan. Every hero needs a home, a place to live their happily ever after, and that is Seaclan to him.
*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ๋࣭⭑"...See how fast it disappears It sinks, sinks, sinks, sinks until it swallows me..." ๋࣭⭑ *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Writing example: Bored, that’s what Northernkit was as he laid outside the nursery of the costal camp. Bored bored bored. More bored than a bee in the barrens without errands or a hive to despair in. And his sulking was only sullied further by the sunny songs and sounds of the other kits as they engaged in a game of tag. A game that, on soil and sand, he could not stand. Practically banned. As a run and fun game as a fellow with fins rather than feet was rather bland. Definitely not in his brand. Another reason why he much preferred to prefer the tidal camp, but alas, he couldn’t be there always. Not yet without a warrior to bring him to and fro, anyways. Whatever, he didn’t want to play that game anyways. ‘Tag, your it’? Where was the whimsy in that? It should be ‘tag, I am an evil and nefarious sea beast with sharp snapping teeth! I will bite you now, so now you are to be the beast that bites!’ Didn’t that sound so much better? But no. Apparently playing the boring beast-less game is the better game to play. With a loud and dramatic groan the kit rolled onto his back, a paw draping flamboyantly over his face, the finned tail tip of his long lower half slapping against the sand in his umbrage. He half wanted to go find his mother or some queen to pester, though he had half a mind not to, less he be told to ‘play with the other kits’. Ah, bravo. Brilliant. Though such was squandered by thinking the thought that perhaps he had already thought of that. Northernkit peaked out from under his paw, purple irises catching the gleam of a smooth stone sitting beside him. He plucked it out of the sand, rolling back over flat onto his belly as he examined the artifact as he rolled in between his claws curiously. What a simple and curious object, that objectively was probably just that: an object… But Northernkit noticed the grooves in the surface, and was it truly so far-fetched to think that there was more there than what meets the eye? The stone of a clan far and away in the deepest of the blue, passed down paw to paw of their legendary leaders, each leaving an etch, evidence left there on purpose with the purpose of being their life’s evidence. Perhaps till evil took its root, and the marks became evidence of things there should never be evidence of, and when finally overthrown, the stone itself was thrown far and away. Traveling through the roll of waves and left in the sand for seasons, a mystery waiting to be found. …Northernkit gave a small giggle to himself, small claws clutching the stone tight, fascinated by its newfound preciousness. It was true, surely, because no one could say it was a lie. The kit transferred the rock in-between his teeth, pulling his upper half upright as he dragged himself in the direction where the other kits played with elation and excitement, eager to find the others and share what he had found… *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ๋࣭⭑"...Tears are falling endlessly They drip, drip, drip, drip, scatter all around..." ๋࣭⭑ *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Trivia: -Northernkit likes to add a lot of rhymes to his speech, and often repeats himself in a redundant 'backwards' way (inspired by Ruby from The Land Before Time TV Show, if you watched that growing up you know ball) -Inflated sense of self-importance, not even necessarily because of the mermaid tail he's just like that (though the mermaid tail does not help) -Annoying as all hell. Will yap for HOURS if you let him (he likes to hear himself talk) -Surprisingly will not as insufferable in training as one might thing. He'll probably call his apprenticeship his 'training arc' or something. -Actually insufferable to be around and it's a little sad because he cannot comprehend when people don't like him that he's the problem. -Likes to collect seashells and pearls and other 'pretty' things. -The most flamboyant gay you will ever meet. -Likes the stars, makes up names for the 'shapes' he sees in them (bro making his own constellations) -Tells everyone that he was 'born by a tiny piece of the stars falling into the sea' More TBA as I think of it. *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ๋࣭⭑"...Even when the morning comes They'll flow, flow, flow, flow until my room is flooded whole..." ๋࣭⭑ *ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚
