⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰ ⊱┊Application Form ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ ⅰ. Username @-zodiiac- / -zodiiac- ⅱ. about you Howdy doody doo it’s me Cashew ✨ (should make that my catchphrase) you already know me, but I might as well do this lol I’ve been on Scratch for over 7 years on various different accounts, and have been roleplaying for about four of those years! I’m an avid roleplayer if you couldn’t tell, and I also enjoy art and writing! ⅲ. activity I have not been online very much lately, but I’ve been trying to be more active and I think winning Ficuskit would be a great way to do that! ⅳ. how long you've been on twc I’ve been a proud member TWC for a year and a half! ⅴ. roleplaying/writing experience I’ve been roleplaying for around four years, but despite the large amount of roleplays I’ve been in, TWC has by far been my favorite. Over the time I’ve been a part of it, I’ve amassed 14 characters, the most well known of which probably being Dragonkit. I would say I’m pretty well-versed experience wise with roleplaying and, by extension, writing! ⅵ. why you want the kit This litter immediately captured my interest as I’m close with the owner of the mother (you yes hi love you Marsh ❤️) and some of the people interested in entering. Ficuskit in particular stood out to me, his design is absolutely adorable and his expression gave me alot ideas for his personality that I haven’t used before. AND THEN HIS NAME AUGH. I recently went to Costa Rica and got to see some ficus trees in action, and it sent chills down my spine to see them literally sucking their host plants dry. When I saw Ficuskit I immediately got to thinking about all the symbolism I could use, and I HAD to enter. ⅶ. why you should have the kit I don't feel entitled to Ficus in any way, but I have grown pretty attached to him over the course of developing him for this application. I think that if I were to win him I'd be able to give him an interesting and exciting storyline :] ⅷ. personality [ simplified + detailed ] SIMPLIFIED Positive: Observant, Creative, Empathetic Neutral: Quiet, Cautious, Guarded Negative: Self-destructive, Guilty, Timid DETAILED Crybaby. Useless. Scaredy-cat. Only a few of Ficuskit’s many flaws. And nobody knows them better than him. Ficuskit’s regard of himself is strictly negative. He is harshly critical of himself, to the point that he can’t even recognize anything except where he goes wrong. He is quick to cry, weak. Sensitive to the point of being brought to the brink of tears from a joke. He just can’t help his emotions from flooding through, despite his desperate attempts otherwise. He is by no means brave at all. The thought of any kind of danger terrifies him, especially the danger of failure. He feels that if allows himself impulse, the only possible outcome is another screwup. As a result, he cuts himself off from the world and spends as much time in isolation as possible. Who would want to be friends with someone as worthless as him anyways? Ficuskit is the lone bearer of his guilt-ridden conscience. Looking past his mistakes is impossible, and the burning feeling of wrong never goes away. It builds up in him, and he can’t do anything to get rid of it. He carries the weight of each and every one of his past faults on his shoulders. Not only that, but the weight of his future faults as well. He gets hung up on the possibility of having to add to his burden, having to carry even more guilt, and ends up spiraling down a path of what might happen. But what Ficuskit doesn’t realize is that his flaws aren’t all there is to him. Being so familiar with his own lack of self worth, he is especially aware of when those and other negative feelings surface in the cats around him. He is deeply empathetic and knowledgeable on the emotions of others, able to pick up on subtle hints that something might be wrong. While few and far between, the cats that Ficuskit allows himself to love never have their feelings overlooked. He makes sure that if they ever feel lonely or sad or anything short of happy he helps as much as he’s able to. Ficuskit’s view on the world is fearful, but at the same time unique. When he pushes himself to express himself, he often does so in creative ways. He brings more out-of-the-box ideas to the table when he’s able to bring himself to, offering a more imaginative perspective. His mind often wanders through escapist and idealistic possibilities. He is a daydreamer at heart, perhaps the only thing about him that hasn’t changed from his past. (CONT IN NOTES AND CREDITS)
ⅸ. roleplay example A feline sits in a pool of tar. It is shallow and does not rise above his unsheathed claws. He is a kit. A child. Thick, dense blood hangs from the fur on his paws, dripping slowly into the tar where it disappears. He cannot tell if it belongs to him or if it belongs to another. Perhaps both. Guilt rises from the pool. It coils around him like vines, up his legs, up his chest, up his face. It wraps about him, strangles him. It is black and heavy and it sticks to his fur. It’s hard to differentiate it from the tar and the blood. It clings to him and drips down his pelt, staining it. He stares forward. He is helpless and he knows it. His eyes betray no emotion. There is no emotion to betray. He feels it seep through his skin. Oh, God. It burns and burns but he does not move. He does not try to wash it off. He has tried a million times before. He knows there’s no use. He looks to the sky. There are no stars. He cannot look back down, the long, dark tendrils have thickened and he cannot move, even if he wanted to. The Guilt eats away at him. Its hunger is insatiable. It does not stop and never will. It surrounds him, engulfs him. He cannot see anything but it. Has he ever known anything else? It sucks him dry. He is suffocating. He can feel himself rot. He can feel his flesh cave in on itself like a sigh of relief. He does not scream. He is numb. And suddenly Ficuskit is awake, laying beside his mother and his siblings. The night is quiet, and Ficuskit can see the rest of StoneClan camp from his nest. An untouched blanket of snow covers it, the moon dimly shining onto it. There is nobody except the silence. Nobody is awake except him. The Guilt is nowhere to be seen. Oh, but Ficuskit knows better. He knows better than to believe it isn’t there. He feels it in his chest and in his throat. It has consumed him and made him hollow. It’s all he ever feels. He is the Guilt. There is nothing left of him besides it. ⅺ. codeword If I get Ficuskit I’m thinking about giving him accessories, maybe like feathers or rocks or leaves or something :eyes: ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰ Art by me Design by @Grapepanta- TWC by @WarriorZofFire
