general tw for
religious trauma, child loss, brief animal death and canon - realistic gore. all other triggers will be tagged if applicable.
❝ the man says we were made in god’s image, but i was made from him. the snake slithers across my shoulder blades, coils its body around my neck, pulling tight. or is it god’s hand? in the shiny skin of the apple i see my own face. i do not see gods —
I TAKE A BITE. ❞
abundanceofmetaphors,
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APPLE, n.
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ah • pl / the round fruit of a tree of the rose family, which typically has thin red skin.
lit. biblically, man is laced in a garden with trees of whose fruits he may eat, but forbids him to eat from " the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. " — commonly portrayed as an apple. as a result, the apple became a symbol for knowledge, immortality, temptation, the fall of man and sin
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applebite ;
apple / cisgender female, she / her pronouns only
⤷ named by gravel storm after the deep red color over her face. suffix
-bite for her sharp tongue, ferocity in battle, and after her father, copper bite.
prefers titles such as miss & ma’am, but allows nicknames if friends.
— gravel storm xx copper bite ; littermate to juniperfrost, lynx / aunt of squirrelpaw, coyotepaw & ashpaw
— three years old, 40 moons / ages realistically on the eighth
— windclan warrior / former marshlander and vehemently antikittypet /
protective and keeps traditional values
— heartchart /
pinterest /
voiceclaim: amy addams ————— ❝ OF EDEN ❞
lh red ticked tabby with high white & honeydew eyes ❥ ҉ ༄ smells like heather and clove. a rarity amongst the moors, applebite bears the color of ruddy amber and fire, pelted with white. she is bright — always smiling, the edges of evergreen eyes crinkled with warmth. she is a small thing despite her relatively long legs, when put next to the average clan cat she will come about roughly shoulder height at the ears, which are short and lightly tufted with ginger. her features are prim, delicate - muzzled with round, fluffy cheeks and long, curled whiskers. she is pretty and knows it — a wicked russet woman, purring and alluring, never a hair out of place. she keeps herself pristine, well - groomed and sleek with a wispy, naturally - silken licks of ticked red and alabaster.
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— positive: warm, athletic, resourceful neutral: aloof, proper, authoritarian negative: jealous, dishonest, obsessive, overcritical ୨୧ once a bubbly thing, all smiles and trilling purrs, applebite has always been the golden child. prim, proper, beauty of the moors along with friends she’s always been too willing to stab in the back. after a lifetime of pressures, the weight of her kin’s perfection on her shoulders — she would do anything to get her way, even if it means manipulating those closest to her. she can’t help it, it’s the way she was raised : always looking out for number one. that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have friends, of course. shes always been the queen bee ; the puppet master. to the outer eye, she is one of the sweetest souls you could know — though confident and fiery, apple presents herself as a presence warm as a hearth in leafbare. a confidant, a safe space . . but only those closest to her are truly safe.
after the death of her brother and windclan’s impending downfall under sootstar, she has become a restricted, quiet thing.
— struggles with feline ocd. tends to pace, overgroom, prone to repetitive and inconsequential actions.
MOTIFS | ❝ ruby red, rotting apple cores, mangled roots, dried wheat, two - headed cattle, dripping honeycomb.
POTENTIAL PLOTS —
• this is operating under the assumption she was born the only girl! if they have another sister i will. adjust a little.
born the runt, born female — the lone sister. she is smaller than the rest of her litter, smaller than most, a round, mewling tuft of kittish white - red.
• before joining hare whiskers’ group, gravel storm and copper bite raised their children with intention. they raised their children
harshly, with little cushion to shield them when they fell — and they fell hard, in a brutal pre-clan world. she began training at two months old, the moment she was able to hold her head up by herself. her mother, a naturally small molly, taught her to be
fast, while her father, preoccupied with his sons, ignored her — and her brothers, inadvertently, taught her to defend herself. they were not kind, certainly not to the molly — a naturally soft - voiced, humming thing, interested in butterflies and chasing rabbit. she grew up quick and grew up
wicked, grew up a force in her family. she had no other choice. she trained herself to be quick by chasing rabbit, taught precision by pinning butterflies. she is athletic, lean with wiry muscle and always sharp - clawed.
• her family joined the marsh group and she begins the pre-clan version of training under elder warriors, befriends a character ( character b ). they are extremely close, they grow up together! very overworked, trained harshly even more. ideally a mean girls type group.. but character b gets separated after the war, going to another clan. may adopt this character out of no one has an established character bc maybe apple has feelings for her,,,, soooo
• potential crossclan love interest slowburn!! obsessively loyal to windclan and sootstar but
she will be my eventual dark forest character i want to cause her some pain. i want this relationship to eventually be found out by
character c ( a close friend ), that she eventually corners at the gorge and begs not to tell, but after a small shouting match they fall over despite her trying to save them. she stops seeing the romantic interest after this, starts seeing the deceased everywhere. goes a little girlboss mode after this but this is the general path i really want ( and if anyone reading would be interested messaging me i’m begging ).
— holds herself to too high a standard as a result of her upbringing, followed soot to windclan. may contact ava and see if they could be childhood friends,,, some bad bitch besties. unwaveringly loyal to her but it’s because she was raised to follow her best chance of survival, and she believes it is with soot!
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