You guessed it, another litter application (Fuchsia!)

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Fuchsiakit // I’m Kasper! I’m a British writer and illustrator, who loves writing ocs, role playing and being a theatre nerd :) // cisgender mlm! (Gay) // aiming for 60+ // over 6 years! On and off site! // MBTI: ESFP-T (Entertainer) Fuchsia is a very kind and understanding kit, always putting others before himself. He will always be there for anyone going through difficult times. He is also incredibly persistent with his goals, and can often get hyper fixated on a certain idea (like training, crafting) and try to make everything fit around his interest, otherwise he’ll hate it. He believes he is super independent and the voice of his siblings, and takes great pride in helping others. However, he has a difficult time accepting that not everyone will immediately love him, and not everyone wants his help or advice. This is something he must get over to mature. He finds it difficult when he cannot be good at something first try, and it is a fatal flaw that could lead to people thinking of him as a brat— i.e, if he isn’t the first one to leave the nursery, out of his litter, he feels as if he is a failure, and believes that he has been robbed of his precious opportunities. Fear and insecurity is unfamiliar to him, and it makes him even more anxious when he is second guessing himself, even if it’s a part of his personality. He is unapologetically confident, but it can waver if he believes he’s falling behind the crowd. He wants to be the best, but he lacks understanding of what that really means, and what it would be like at the top. He is a strong believer in treating others how you would like to be treated, and will not be swayed by bullying or cruelty, always believing it is wrong. One final flaw is the fact that he sees things very black and white, and nuance is often lost on him, that not everything is how it seems, and that is another thing he must drill into his head when he becomes older and hears about conflict day and night, that he must understand nobody is all good or all bad. // n/a // I love his design and overall vibe! // I’m very active and have a knack for creating both realistic and engaging stories around my ocs! // (2 sections missed, not applicable) // not without plot relevancy, and I will always ask your permission before carrying through with any life altering rps that could affect not just him, but you. I’ll never hurt him for no reason, just for the sake of it. // based in his apprentice hood, he’s 7 moons and settling into his new life, but misses his mum. Weather, rain. :: Fuchsiapaw sat tiredly at the entrance of the apprentice den, watching the rain fall down like sheets of broken glass shards, soaking the dusty ground. The splattering sound made his fur tingle. There was something glorious about the way rain suddenly intruded on the camp, making its entrance heard and known. He looked down between his paws, the feeling of being warm and dry while storms raged on outside casting him back to kithood. He used to be scared of thunder, cuddling into his mama’s soft pelt for comfort, as she purred in his ear, making sure he knew he was okay. Fuchsia would be lying if he said he didn’t miss those times, everything tinted rose gold in sweet nostalgia, nursing and playing with his clanmates, his sweet appearance being complimented by warriors and feeling proud of himself, even if every kit got that treatment. He should have held onto that a little more, not been so desperate to grow up and act mature. What he wouldn’t give to talk to his mama again. It wasn’t like she was gone, it was that he felt bad. She was lonely again, because he’d “outgrown her.” Rats to that, I’m finding her. He knew that it wasn’t about her hating him, it was guilt. Pointless guilt that just held him down. Nobody living like that makes any difference. He stood up, shaking out his dappled fur, and strode across camp, letting the feeling of cold water soaking his fur shock him awake— lightning energy prickling down his spine. Flicking his tail side to side, he poked his nose into the warriors’ den, a patchwork mess of different unique scents, some he recognised, some as foreign as another language. But through it all, the strongest and most beautiful, his mama’s. Excitement bubbled in his stomach, so effervescent, like a creature was wriggling around in his stomach. “I missed you, mama. I have so much to tell you!” He squealed excitedly. (If you would like, I can do an AURP with sage to show how this plays out, or if you want the sample to be set differently. Lmk!)