> hello! im julia, i enjoy drawing, roleplaying, and animating! My pronouns are she/her and they/them <3 Ive been roleplying for about 2-3 years (as year 3 was my key year in roleplaying, 2 had many fun memories aswell!) i’ll be applying for chirping kit! DNI if your homophobic, racist, transphobic, or anything as bad as that. > as i have not roleplayed in lilrp yet, i own mintherb in tfcrp and dovepool in bdrp, ive also got some offsite characters on when i did roleplaying just for fun. I normally keep my characters for a long time, only killing them off if i get too busy and neglect them. > Chirping is a male grey cat whose pronouns and he/xe/they. He is a gay demiboy. An optimistic, charming and kind little kit (+). Although he is sometimes defensive and quiet (=), he cares for all his friends and won’t tolerate rudeness towards them. He is sometimes scatterbrained and slightly impatient (-). N/A yet! :] > i’ve been taking a little break, so no recent roleplays yet! ill post a smol rp ex though! > fun fact : Chirping dreams of flying. hobbies : chirping enjoys flower picking and watching birds! i really feel like “hey look ma i made it” is a song that fits well with him! Voice claim: kazuha from genshin :00
whoa julia is applying for a kit?? > rp ex with chirpingpaw The small red birds fluttered through the air, their beautiful vermillion wings spread out, letting them glide around the trees. Chirpingpaw stared at them, his eyes glittered with awe. He still couldn’t shake off yesterday’s dream. He dreamed about flying in the sky, performing small tricks as the wind brushed past him. "hey chirping! stop lazing around!" Swishpaw called, breaking him out of his daze. He shook his pelt out and followed swishpaw’s loud voice, back into the camp. hunting roleplay ex (because hunting is fun lol) His small grey paws gently padded forward. A bushy red tail twitched from behind the tree. Chirpingpaw made sure not to step on any sticks or leaves, he couldn’t risk the chance of being heard. Carefully, he slipped forward. As he closed in, his back leg stepped on something hard. /A stick!/ he thought in alarm. The squirrel’s big eyes shot up, staring directly at the apprentice. It dashed away, chirpingpaw chasing after it. Furious, chirping paw swallowed down his anger and jumped forward, his claws only just grazing the squirrel’s tail. It chittered in fright, stopping for just a second to look back. That gave him the time he needed to grab the squirrel and break its neck neatly. Exhausted, he carried it back to camp, dropping it onto the prey pile.
