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STUBBORN / OUTGOING / RECKLESS / LOYAL / INDEPENDENT / RESOURCEFUL
Unyielding and self-reliant since her early days, she resisted conforming to the breeder's expectations, opting to break free with help from an older Queen who guided her to the barn. Sociable and audacious, she swiftly embraced barn life, becoming an essential member of the collective. Her allegiance to her feline peers within the barn is steadfast, consistently standing by them in times of trouble. Despite her autonomous disposition, she cherishes the companionship and support within the barn confines. Adroit as a mouser, she employs her skills to contribute to the welfare of the barn community, showcasing her tenacity and resilience.
★ RELATION
GEN 1. NPC xx NPC
SIBLING TO Jellybean and Cherrysoda
PARENT TO N/A
MENTORING None
MENTORED BY Owlface
—— ADMIRES Wolfsong, Pumpkinpatch, Cottonpaw
—— NOTABLE FRIENDSHIPS Scorchstorm
—— NOTABLE ENEMIESSootstar, Snakehiss, Granitepelt★ INTERACT
RELATIONSHIPS; NOT LOOKING
LESBIAN ♡ HOMOROMANTIC
How easily do they fall in love? Easily.
How easily do they trust? Easily.
SMELLS OF Hay and comfrey.
SOUNDS LIKE Spirited and twangy.
CRUSHING ON Scorchpaw.
CREATED 01.17.2024 BORN 08.22 10 MOONS.
—— started at 8 moons ages 1 moon every 1 irl month
—— penned by tasmagoric
—— speech is #c4b3e4
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[ KITTENHOOD ] Her upbringing was an unfortunate experience. Raised by a two-leg backyard breeder, most of her early memories are of a crowded wire kennel with her mother, grandmother, siblings, and aunts. By the tender age of two moons, she was put into a different container outside with her sister, separated from her other family. There she was fed kibble once every other day and left to stare longingly into the yard, hoping that one day she could explore outside the confines of her den. Occasionally, two-leg kits would come by to visit them and even take a few of them home; it was every cat's dream there to be taken from the kennels. However, she had often been called a 'mishap' by the other queens, saying that her father had not been up to the two-legs' standards but, in fact, a random stray that wandered in. The up-to-standard cats were kept inside the two-leg den, while the rest were put outside beneath a large blue mesh ceiling. Later in the evening, her sister had been adopted, leaving the tiny Puff by her lonesome until morning when an older she-cat was soon housed within the same container.
Their name had been Mona, a much older queen with a fiery tongue and ambition to escape imprisonment. She often treated Puff like her own kit, retelling her stories of her previous two-legs, snuggling the tiny she-kit to her chest, and comforting Puff when she felt sad. When Puff turned four moons, Mona explained that she had a plan for the next time the two-legs opened their kennel. She would cause a diversion, and she wanted Puff to run as fast as her tiny legs could carry her through the gap in the fence. At first, the idea of being alone in the strange outside world terrified her, but Mona reassured little Puff that there would be a group of cats waiting for her. That these barn cats would protect her from harm and take Puff away to a safer home far from the kennels. With a bit of encouragement, Puff agreed to it, and the next time a bowl of kibble was tossed into their enclosure, Mona shot forward and attacked the two-legs' hand, swinging the door wide open and giving Puff ample time to escape. Just as the older queen had promised, two toms waited for her and whisked the kit into her new life as a mouser.
[ APPRENTICESHIP ] Later in her youth, Puff was raised to be a mouser in a two-leg barn where she could explore the farm with ease and eat mice to her heart's content. For a pawful of moons, this life was perfect for her, and she thanked the stars each night for Mona saving her from the kennels. However, one day a group of WindClanners came to the barn doors seeking refuge from their tyrant of a leader. A she-cat amongst them, and around her age, stuck out like a sore claw with markings of flames and brilliant eyes. From the moment she noticed Scorchpaw, the curly-coated chimera rarely took her eyes off her. Far too shy to breach conversation and even more so enamored by their beauty. With a bit of convincing, the group was welcomed in from the cold, and Puff was starstruck by their tales. Every day she learned more and more from the clan cats: battle moves, den preparations, escape plans, their belief system, and clan structure.
Puff was utterly bedazzled by their hardy demeanors, even when drenched in scars and difficult paths, they each held rapturous character. Determined to help her strange companions, Puff fought alongside them when Sootstar had come to claim her pound of flesh. Except, the mad moor queen had miserably lost. The WindClanners and barn cats that helped triumphed over the loyalists and drove them from the farmland. Shortly thereafter, the clan cats made plans to take the fight back to their own territory and reclaim their home. News of their departure saddened Puff, but with a supportive grin, she bid them farewell. Now her nights are spent looking to the stars, wondering about the mysterious calico and her band of fearsome warriors. Gradually, her longing evolved into a fervent desire, and she couldn't resist any longer. Tempted by the tales spun and itching to leave the four walls of the barn. Braving the unfamiliar moors, the barncat journeyed to the newly reformed Windclan's border, seeking to join their ranks. With cautious but hopeful interaction, she was accepted under the condition of training as an apprentice for a pawful of moons. A means to prove she was up to snuff and ready to take on future warriorhood. Eagerly, she agreed to these terms and embarked on her new life as a clan cat.
However, all semblance of peace was shattered when fires, ignited by Two-Legs, ravaged their entire home. Frantically, they worked to protect their camp amidst the smoke and inky skies. After a long night of frenzied efforts, the fires finally subsided, leaving behind charred remnants. The news of Snakehiss's dissent, Sunstar's loss of a leg, and Bearpaw's tragic death struck the molly to her core. It shattered her idealized vision of what life as a Windclan cat would entail. Leading to thoughts of regret for joining and shame for feeling as such.
[ WARRIORHOOD ] TBD
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