- Nov 2, 2023
- 116
- 25
- 18
*+:｡.｡ Singekit abides by very few rules. He's the first suspect should the marshland inexplicably burn to the ground and the kind of child who'd pride himself on that gruesome feat. He's a ball of too-young fury and venom, always either screaming at his fellow clanmates or crying about being screamed at in turn. Truly, by definition, a brat. There are only two cats in the whole five-clan-land that could keep Singekit in check - his brother and his mother - but everyone else? Completely on their own. It's only a matter of time before he sinks his teeth into their unsuspecting tails and ankles or blows out their eardrums with his caterwauls for attention and power. He is not a kid who values the approval of others, unfortunately, and he wields that power with utmost disregard.
But today is inexplicably bright and shining. Though by no means is it a particularly warm day, the clouds mercifully loosen their stronghold over the skies long enough to let the sun breathe. The frogs chirp away in the shadows, the marshland smells a little less boggy, and Shadowclan's camp is free of chaos. Only the former can be tied back to Singekit, but who knows- to spend a day free of the little tom's wrath must've sent some sort of shockwave full of good vibes over the land powerful enough to change the weather! After all, for the first time in a long time, Singekit has not spoken a single ill word all day.
There are few rules Singekit abides by - and the laws of being jinxed, unfortunately for him, are one of those few.
The petulant child sits moping by the nursery entrance, teeth grinding with rage but kept carefully shut nonetheless. He'd been jinxed. A tale as old as time - if a cat (usually a kitten) utters the same word at the exact same time as another cat (kitten, for no actual adult, would be caught dead playing such a childish game) and isn't the one to shout 'JINX' first, then a curse is placed upon them! A curse that afflicts Singekit now- his voice forever stolen lest his spirit be cast to the darkest plains of imagination should he break the rule. No speaking. Not until someone says your name three times, anyway.
But all morning, not a single cat has come to his aid! Sure, he's managed to tug on enough tails and furiously pointed at himself to earn a confused, 'You doing alright, Singekit?' but never has he gotten one cat to say his name three times! Not! One! A surprisingly difficult goal, though that doesn't stop him from mentally cursing his clanmates for not knowing this simple anti-curse ritual. Dummies!
So here he sits, thoroughly exhausted from his efforts and slowly resigning himself to his fate of mutism. He wonders mopily if the curse could be considered lifted once he becomes Singepaw - or, since his name is never actually spoken three times and might never again, will he be forced to swallow his speech for the rest of his life? Tears begin to prickle in his eyes at the idea before he throws back his head and opens his mouth to scream noiselessly into the peaceful, lovely, unencumbered day.
But today is inexplicably bright and shining. Though by no means is it a particularly warm day, the clouds mercifully loosen their stronghold over the skies long enough to let the sun breathe. The frogs chirp away in the shadows, the marshland smells a little less boggy, and Shadowclan's camp is free of chaos. Only the former can be tied back to Singekit, but who knows- to spend a day free of the little tom's wrath must've sent some sort of shockwave full of good vibes over the land powerful enough to change the weather! After all, for the first time in a long time, Singekit has not spoken a single ill word all day.
There are few rules Singekit abides by - and the laws of being jinxed, unfortunately for him, are one of those few.
The petulant child sits moping by the nursery entrance, teeth grinding with rage but kept carefully shut nonetheless. He'd been jinxed. A tale as old as time - if a cat (usually a kitten) utters the same word at the exact same time as another cat (kitten, for no actual adult, would be caught dead playing such a childish game) and isn't the one to shout 'JINX' first, then a curse is placed upon them! A curse that afflicts Singekit now- his voice forever stolen lest his spirit be cast to the darkest plains of imagination should he break the rule. No speaking. Not until someone says your name three times, anyway.
But all morning, not a single cat has come to his aid! Sure, he's managed to tug on enough tails and furiously pointed at himself to earn a confused, 'You doing alright, Singekit?' but never has he gotten one cat to say his name three times! Not! One! A surprisingly difficult goal, though that doesn't stop him from mentally cursing his clanmates for not knowing this simple anti-curse ritual. Dummies!
So here he sits, thoroughly exhausted from his efforts and slowly resigning himself to his fate of mutism. He wonders mopily if the curse could be considered lifted once he becomes Singepaw - or, since his name is never actually spoken three times and might never again, will he be forced to swallow his speech for the rest of his life? Tears begin to prickle in his eyes at the idea before he throws back his head and opens his mouth to scream noiselessly into the peaceful, lovely, unencumbered day.
-
Based partially on the bluey episode, mostly though on my own childhood experience of the game! Feel free to be the kitten that called 'Jinx'!
Also, you can totally be the cat that releases him from the curse, or you can leave him to his fate >:3c
-
GENERAL:
⚙ Singekit
⚙ Cismale — He/him — Questioning sexuality
⚙ 1 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
⚙ NPCx NPC (brother to Swallowkit)
⚙ Shadowclan — Kit
COMBAT:
⚙ Physically easy | mentally easy
⚙ Attack in bold ruddy
⚙ Can be power played just ask
injuries: None currently
