You can call me Muted- // Hi there! My name is Muted! I love Miracle's design and that is why I am applying for her! I am an avid roleplayer and I love warriors, so I mostly do warrior roleplays, haha- I am actually a mute in real life, so that's why I chose my username! If I do in fact win Miracle, I am excited to roleplay with you again, Peony! // I have been in TFC and other rps off of Scratch, and I have about 6 years of rping experience. In TFC, I have had 2 characters: Vineheart, who I kept for around 30 weeks, and Camillewish, who I still have and who is currently a whopping 120 moons old! So yeah, I have a lot of roleplaying experience! // Activity currently is about 6/10, but if I win Miracle, it will be a 9/10! // Miraclekit! // At least until she's a senior warrior, but preferably longer, maybe even to the age limit! // Miraclekit will be cis female and Demi-Omniromantic and Demi-Omnisexual! // Not very often! Mentally it's only when needed and physically it's only once or twice in their whole life! For example Cami suffered injuries from a fox attack when she was younger, but it was only one time. // Miraclekit truly is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She comes off as a sweet, kind, innocent, shy cat who lacks self esteem and has high morals, but it’s all a ruse, all just a disguise. She is really deceptive, misleading other cats about who she really is quite easily and effectively, mainly to get her own way. She is manipulative and can make other cats do what she wants with a little bit of convincing, and she is quite good at this too. She is controlling, needing to control everyone and everything around her and make sure they do what she wants them to do whenever she wants them to do it. She also holds grudges against other cats quite easily, and they are quite severe, sometimes making her push cats out of her life forever. If you do something wrong to her, she will never forgive you and she will never forget what you did to her. She is also, however paranoid, scared that other cats are talking about her behind her back and figuring out her disguise, sizing her up and figuring her out, so to speak. She is self-conscious, often worrying about her appearance and how she looks to other people, mostly because she wants to keep herself clean and innocent-looking. She is also kind of a jack of all trades, not really excelling in one thing in particular, but rather being equally good at most everything. She is compelling, being quite charming and having a hypnotic-like hold over other cats, which her soft and innocent-looking eyes and fur help her achieve. Miraclekit is also self-efficient, being quite independent and knowing how to progress in life, not needing any guidance or help from anyone else. She is also ambitious, being driven towards success and being willing to do anything to achieve success in whatever it is she desires. Lastly, Miraclekit is energetic, never seeming to run out of energy, being lively at almost every moment of the day. (+) Compelling, self-efficient, ambitious, energetic (=) Paranoid, self-conscious, jack of all trades (-) Deceptive, manipulative, controlling, holds grudges easily // In notes and credit! // Miraclekit has mild cerebellar hypoplasia. Her cerebellar hypoplasia would cause her to movements to be jerky or uncoordinated at times, sometimes she would sway side to side when trying to walk and she would also involuntary shake. (https://vcahospitals.com/know-your-pet/cerebellar-hypoplasia-in-cats) // Yes! // My favorite flower is a camille. // Her nicknames are Mir and Mira! She is ESTJ-A and chaotic evil, both of which make sense to me. I will use body language when roleplaying her! //
Roleplay sample: Miraclekit padded out of the nursery, her ears pinned back towards her head slightly, her tail flicking behind her nervously. It was her first time outside of the place she had called home for the past four moons, and she was so ready to explore, but she was also just a little bit nervous about it. About what and who was outside of the safe and cozy walls of the nursery, if she would be hurt outside. But no, she couldn’t be scared anymore. She was here and she was safe. There were so many cats who would protect her, like her Nana and her Grandma Peonypath. They wouldn’t let her get hurt. They would protect her and her older siblings. She glanced around, looking for something, anything that seemed remotely of interest to her, that drew her dreamy sky-blue eyes to it. Ah, the fresh kill pile. A hotspot for conversations, she had heard. She gracefully padded over to it, her charcoal black fur billowing in the wind gently. Unbeknownst to her, it would not stay that same inconspicuous color forever. One day soon it would begin to sprout patches of red, like a fire starting up, and she would reveal her true coat color in time: a red tortoiseshell pattern, very eye-catching, a pattern that was slightly similar to her Nana’s and Grandma Peony’s pelts, a pattern that would seem to run in the family, if not just the color. But for now she was charcoal black, and that was that. When she finally made it to the fresh kill pile, she simply plopped down next to it without a word, her eyes wide with curiosity and anxiety as she looked around camp slowly, taking it all in.