Mint Chip DTAE

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~ Mint Chip Dtae ~ Before I list her bio, I just wanted to point out that mint chocolate chip is my favorite ice cream so this design is SUPER DUPER cool in my opinion :0 Bio: Name: Zara Gender: Female, Straight Pronouns: She/Her Birthday: Aug. 3rd Star Sign: Leo Nickname: Minty - - - - - Home(s): Icelandia (Formerly, currently resides in a clan deep in the forests) Relatives: None Currently Personality: Brave, Strong, Kind, Short-Tempered, Annoying, Doesn’t Get Jokes Age: 13 (human years) - - - - - - Backstory One day, in the cold lands of Icelandia, where cats of all ice cream flavors, gathered together. “Cats of Icelandia, me and Layla, my wife, have something to tell you all.” “A month ago, we had lost our precious Cream, a small kit who was caught off guard and had wandered off. We thought we lost her, however…” “You found her!” Yelled a beautiful strawberry kitten from below. “I was Cream’s best friend!” “No.” Dad called out. “Though, just yesterday, I had sent patrols out to find food.” The cats groaned. “But- here me out. A whiff of a almost Cookie-dough smell, covered in the foul smell of the Alley cats.” The cats gasped. “You don’t mean-” “Yes. Those foul beasts took her and who knows what they could do.” “How will we get her back!?” “We must get revenge.” 2 Months Later “Cats of Icelandia, hear my call.” The deep dark, chocolate leader spoke. The cats gathered around. “It has been two months since we prepared for war, and now, it’s time.” “Maya, Ashley, Ash, Cinnamon, and Blue, hide in the rabbit’s burrow.” Said Layla, a sharp voice stinging her tounge. “Everybody else, prepare yourself in case we need more cats. Hazel, take over me and organize the pairs.” Meanwhile: “Goldenrod…Bay leaves…” “ZARA!” “…Dad?” “We are preparing for war, and you are out here with the HERBS!?” I slid my pouch behind me. “You are a disgrace to Icelandia. I can’t even believe you’re my daughter. What will the people think of ME? A ruthless leader who can’t even raise a daughter?” “N-no..” “THEN MAKE ME LOOK GOOD AND FIGHT!” Dad said, grunting as he left the medicine den. I sighed. “How was he supposed to know that I can’t fight?” Ever since I was young, I just couldn’t harm anything. I never wanted too, no matter how hard my mentor tried, I didn’t want too. I packed up more herbs, and left. At this point I knew I couldn’t survive as the leader, for the best, I had to leave. “Slip!” “AAAHHH!” Before I knew it, everything went dark. I had slipped on ice. “HELLO!? ARE YOU AWAKE!?” Groggily, I woke up. “C-CREAM!?” “Yeah?” “W-what’s going on!?” “You took a fall, and I found you. Welcome to the Alley, my home.” “Your home!?” “Well, yeah. I was bored of living in Icelandia, so I ventured off. I was playing with a butterfly, when I almost fell off a cliff, until these guys saved me.” “Hey, I’m Rock, and this is Stick.” “So…you guys DIDN’T take Cream?” “Of course not! They saved me.” “B-But, my dad was saying that they took you, and they want war…” Cream froze. “There is no WAY that this can happen. We’ve got to run away.” “No. We need to FIGHT.” If Icelandia thinks they can just assume that we’re mean, then be it. But we need to tell them, and if not, we FIGHT. (At this point I’m getting lazy and im spending 2 hours on this bio so umm, gotta end it..) 1 Month Later: Now, everything was better, the war happened, but Cream had stood up and talked to the leader, who had given her permission. Zara had talked to her dad about leaving Icelandia aswell and Layla talked him into letting her go. Now she resides with Cream and her friends in the Alley.