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MILKWEEDKIT ββ FUTURE TUNNELER OF WINDCLAN. TOO YOUNG FOR ATTRACTION. UNBORN, CYGNETSTARE x GOOSEBERRY. EXTENDED FAMILY. PENNED BY ANTLERS βββββββββββββββ Λ β
general tw for canon - realistic gore, unhealthy coping mechanisms, familial death, and general mental instability. will likely be trigger heavy going into adolescence and all will be tagged accordingly.
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β cursed are they above all cattle, and above all beasts of the field. they shall be made to crawl on their bellies to enter the kingdom of darkness, the poison of death in their mouth β AND THEY SHALL EAT DUST ALL DAYS OF THEIR LIFE. β
β cursed are they above all cattle, and above all beasts of the field. they shall be made to crawl on their bellies to enter the kingdom of darkness, the poison of death in their mouth β AND THEY SHALL EAT DUST ALL DAYS OF THEIR LIFE. β
genesis 3.14.
MILKWEEDKIT he & it pronouns. future windclan tunneler.
β€· named prefix milkweed- after itβs odd white, patchy white fur, resembling milkweed floss. may also allude to the insect.
was chosen ic;y from : DEATH OR SOIL / TUNNELER NAMES, WHISPERKIT, SHIVERKIT / SHUDDERKIT, LOONKIT, SPINEKIT, MILKWEEDKIT, COBWEBKIT, WEBKIT.
CYGNETSTARE x GOOSEBERRY ; generation one. vc. speaks with a stutter and rarely makes eye contact during conversation ; a slow, grating voice. often told to stop mumbling during early youth that he will only draw him further inside when speaking. short, clipped sentences β less opportunities to mess up.
oily albino tom with matted brown striping and visceral pink eyes . π£ βΉ ΰ£ͺ Λ smells like crushed insects and disturbed soil. he is wet to the naked eye ; soured into a glossy sheen of oil and grime blessedly akin to the color already draping its way down his jagged spine in shaggy, mat - locked tassels. upon first glance, one would assume him wearing anotherβs skin β chimerism leading that heavy drape of chocolate - ribboned coat to curtain messily over a landscape of patching alabaster, an exposed bone white angling awkwardly up hare thin legs where it disappears beneath a thick, ugly tabby overlayer. he is shag - pelted, a noted lack of hygiene built from extended time underground, growing bored of picking the dirt and leaf rot from the bulk of his pelt. should he emerge so too shall the insects ; spiders and buzzing fungus gnats, splintered legs clinging visibly to thinner patches of ivory fur. long mats tangle their way over the angles of his patch - furred, albinic face, falling putrid around tall, thick - veined ears and a short, angled muzzle. perhaps heβd have even inherited some beauty there, should he take care of himself, should his eyes not be so inherently dreary and bleak β a pale, bleeding gut pink, oozing water like something to attract the flies.
his limbs are not weak, muscle built slowly over his time digging through the tunnels, but his body will shape to those hollow path. shaped in too delicate arches, small and weasel - like in the way itβs mother is ; though spinal disfigurement upon birth leaves him bent awkwardly, forever locked in a close, tucked crouch where he hides away in tunnels underground, natural height falling victim to a huddling, joint - aching posture.
β³ shorthaired albino & longhaired chocolate tabby chimera. breeds as a longhaired chocolate tabby. generation two ; carrying albino, solid chocolate and vitiligo. fifteen inches at the shoulder but made thirteen by kyphosis, thin and at solid a disadvantage in combat outside of windclan tunnels.
design notes : long fur can be stylized! but will realistically be longhaired cat length with striping. shouldnt appear clean or put together, rather looking like a well worn stuffed animal ; skeletal with sagging fur and watery, beady eyes. uncomfortable to look at. may have a spread beetle wing behind an ear.
kind of looks like the dog nina from fma :/ slight scary warning but this is him.
his limbs are not weak, muscle built slowly over his time digging through the tunnels, but his body will shape to those hollow path. shaped in too delicate arches, small and weasel - like in the way itβs mother is ; though spinal disfigurement upon birth leaves him bent awkwardly, forever locked in a close, tucked crouch where he hides away in tunnels underground, natural height falling victim to a huddling, joint - aching posture.
CYGNETSTAREβS TRAITS xx GOOSEBERRYβS TRAITS.
design notes : long fur can be stylized! but will realistically be longhaired cat length with striping. shouldnt appear clean or put together, rather looking like a well worn stuffed animal ; skeletal with sagging fur and watery, beady eyes. uncomfortable to look at. may have a spread beetle wing behind an ear.
kind of looks like the dog nina from fma :/ slight scary warning but this is him.
β positive: respectful, collector, intuitive, highly tunneler oriented neutral: awkward, filterless, quiet, childish, strange negative: shameful, cowardly, sadistic, pathetic βΉ ΰ£ͺ Λ his strangeness is inherited. a shadow of side - cut eyes and whispered accusations of general creepiness, grave will never be the popular type. he is a haunting figure, a looming presence ever in the background of his peerβs peripheries ; a man of rasping mumbles and never - quite eye contact. the kits he grows with will say he is weird, and aging will do him no favors, stripping him of his wide eyes and the inherent forgiveness given to an odd kit. while he is ever respectful to his elders, he will like to pick on his peers in the boyish pulled ears sort of way. he seems to enjoy the squeals of annoyance or pain when his teeth snag skin, but quick reprimands leave him skittering away with his awkward tail tucked in shame. grave will never quite manage to connect with his friends, lucky to manage a kinship with even his littermates once the angst of age sets in.
while quiet, grave has never been and never will be considered a tactful cat. a blundering fool in tongue, lacking in filter in a way that makes it seem as though he physically cannot keep the words from leaving his tongue. an outcast by nature, an enemy to himself ; the public seems to know his battle with himself, the frustration that wells up beneath unsheathed claws when anger bubbles too high beneath the surface. sensitive to rejection, barbed by a general dislike or suspicion cast upon him either by birthright or his own foolish, unnerving behavior. while most will dub him fine, polite when spoken to, a failure to assimilate into his peer groups will leave him with an aggressive, possessive edge.
despite his general reputation as a bumbling outcast, grave will be known as an avid collector of trinkets, specifically those nearest to horseplace or deep underground. rusted iron, bones, the shells of old insects β he will hoard them in the burrow of dirt he will make his nest from, a safe place. rarely will he come above ground, and if he does, it will be in the cover of night : often found at the exit of tunnel sets if encountering border patrols. itβs life as a tunneler will be his salvation, his saving grace, reprieve from a strange, greedy temperament that will only rouse further into adulthood.
takes inspiration from souichi and um. uhhhh um
while quiet, grave has never been and never will be considered a tactful cat. a blundering fool in tongue, lacking in filter in a way that makes it seem as though he physically cannot keep the words from leaving his tongue. an outcast by nature, an enemy to himself ; the public seems to know his battle with himself, the frustration that wells up beneath unsheathed claws when anger bubbles too high beneath the surface. sensitive to rejection, barbed by a general dislike or suspicion cast upon him either by birthright or his own foolish, unnerving behavior. while most will dub him fine, polite when spoken to, a failure to assimilate into his peer groups will leave him with an aggressive, possessive edge.
despite his general reputation as a bumbling outcast, grave will be known as an avid collector of trinkets, specifically those nearest to horseplace or deep underground. rusted iron, bones, the shells of old insects β he will hoard them in the burrow of dirt he will make his nest from, a safe place. rarely will he come above ground, and if he does, it will be in the cover of night : often found at the exit of tunnel sets if encountering border patrols. itβs life as a tunneler will be his salvation, his saving grace, reprieve from a strange, greedy temperament that will only rouse further into adulthood.
takes inspiration from souichi and um. uhhhh um
MOTIFS : β hot, heavy breath on your ear. the panting of a dying animal, something left to waste away in the wheatfield. wailing lambs. the desperate, flailing kicks of a clipped deer. overturned dirt. fallen apples burst open with rot and pocketed with buzzing insects dotting old, abandoned barnyards. tall, brittle grass.
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