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TGB Ref: Uheri -- Orange-Earth by Treaimas
TGB Ref: Uheri -- Orange-Earth
Edit: 1/13/15 Updated reference art and some written information. More to come!

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G E N E R A L

Name:

Uheri


( YOO-HAY-REE ) || Origin: Swahili-- means 'good fortune' or 'happiness'

Kit Name:

Autumn

Though she was not born in the fall, her mother named her this for the color of her fur. 

Age:  

Adult ( 1 and 3/4 season cycles )

Uheri was born in the early spring. She most enjoys this season because of the mild temperatures.  

Gender:

Female

Breed:

Oriental Shorthair/Egyptian Mau

 Hera x Calais

Current Tribe: Earth Tribe

Birth Tribe:  N/A; Born into exile.

Tribe's Tattoo: Orange-Earth

Ability: Primary

Rank: Warrior

Apprentice: N/A

Soulbond: N/A



D E S C R I P T I O N

Body: MMM WIP

Coloration: WIP

Accessories: Uheri's only accessory is a small, golden loop that she uses to keep the long, formerly messy fur at the back of her neck tame. It was give to her by Arcis during her time spent with about 500 exiled dickwads

Scars/Disabilities:Uheri has a small nick in her ear obtained from her mother during a play-fight gone wrong.




P E S O N A L I T Y

Positive Traits: Loyal, Confident

Neutral Traits: Open-minded/ Adventurous, Stubborn/ Willful, Realistic

Negative Traits: Short-tempered, Tactless/ Blunt

:bulletgreen:Loyal:
Doggedly loyal, once Uheri has found where her loyalties lie, she is bound to stick with them till the end. Through any conflict, petty or just, you have a steadfast companion and friend in her. After leaving Kehri and his family (which she sees as an act of betrayal, on some days), she decided that she wouldn't leave her family ever again. Earth Tribe was her family, now. And for them, she'd do anything. Even the most rotten, sick, twisted cat in Earth Tribe is part of her family (even if it's the part that cats avoid mentioning). If protecting her tribe meant dying, she'd do it without hesitation. She is a friend for life, whether you want to her to be or now.  

:bulletgreen:Confident:
There is a fine line between confidence and vanity and, thankfully, Uheri walks far from the line on the side of the latter. Despite a rough beginning when it came to hunting, and even more rough in fighting, Uheri has confidence in herself. She believes that she can achieve anything that she sets her mind to (however, with this in mind, she won't set her mind to something too unrealistic). And, in conjunction with her stubborn nature, she isn't one to give up on her goals. Even with simple things like hunting, she won't return to camp empty-pawed. She'll keep on going at it until she catches something. If catching something is literally impossible, then she'll gather bedding or bring water back.  

:bulletgreen:/:bulletred:Open-minded/ Adventurous:
Uheri is not and never has been opposed to trying new things (hence her decision to join Earth Tribe). She rarely (if not never) shuts things down before giving them a try, as long as there's some credibility in what's being said. She doesn't shut out other cats' ways of thinking, and she would hope that they wouldn't shut hers out without even listening, either. Now, this isn't to say that she loves and accepts everyone that crosses her path, or that someone who has left a bad impression on her is likely to be let back in. But before judging anyone, she wants to know how their mind is working. Unless someone has an opinion different from hers and is being in-your-face about it, she won't get aggressive. || Aside from her openness to ways of thinking and acting, she also has a love for adventure. Exploring new places and finding new things is something that she spends a lot of her free time doing.

:bulletyellow:Stubborn/Willful:
Once Uheri has made up her mind about something, it is nearly impossible to change it. This isn't to say she's perverse or contrary, but telling her what to do and/or how to do it isn't really wise, unless you've been exclusively asked for directions. She likes to do things her own way, on her own time. She is uncompromising and won't allow herself to be bullied into (or out of) anything. However, as most of this seems negative, this also means that she won't wimp out on anything. If a situation calls for her to stand tall and be brave, she'll do it. Uheri isn't one to get scared out of anything, even if her life is on the line.  

:bulletyellow:Realistic:
While some more optimistic cats may call her a pessimist, Uheri is more of a realist than anything. She see things the way they are. Rather than sitting around with her tail between her legs, sugarcoating a situation, she tries to figure out the best way out of. Hoping won't get anyone anywhere, and neither will immediately accepting defeat. Unless a situation is very, very grim and she knows there's no getting out of it, Uheri will not back down. She isn't one to give herself false hopes, and she certainly isn't one who thinks she'll always get exactly what she wants. To be honest, most of the time, she won't. But she'll take what she gets and work with it instead of complaining. And the unfairness, or misfortune or whatever of life doesn't really bother her. At this point, she knows that life isn't all it's cracked up to be. She didn't have parents who filled her head with fairytales, and Uheri thinks she's better off for it.

:bulletred:Short-tempered:
Uheri has a very short fuse, so it doesn't really take much to tick her off. Her patience only lasts so long, can only stretch so far. In that sense, she's like a kit. Being kept waiting is worse than sitting in a thorn bush, to her. Stupid questions should get stupid, if not sarcastic, answers. Rubbing her the wrong way, blatant disrespect towards her or her tribe, and insults are as likely to be met with claws as they are to be met with sharp-tongued, sarcastic, biting words. Since she's one to hold grudges, anger can sit with her all day, or well up to the point where she explodes sometime later. She doesn't like being told what to do by anyone other than someone who actually is superior to her. Orders from a stranger or someone younger than herself are not to be followed.  

:bulletred:Tactless/ Blunt:
When it comes to dealing with other cats (or anything that requires any sort of delicacy), Uheri is not the cat for the job. She's one to cut right to the chase, to say things exactly as they are. She won't tell someone that they'ree good at something that they're not, or that they're attractive when they're not, or that they're smart or talented or funny when they're not. Unless they really deserve the compliment, and the compliment is true, then she doesn't hand out praise. Negotiations aren't a strong point for her, either. She isn't very good at deals, since she isn't terrific at reading what is is that others want. 



T R I V I A

Skills:
Primary
- Skill 1: Feel the Earth: You can feel the roots of plants beneath the earth, a worm that slithers through the earth beneath your paws.
- Skill 2: Growing Plants 1: You can control the growing of a seed of a small plant. Requires a lot of energy!
- Skill 3:Growing Plants 2: You can control multiple seeds of medium sized plants. Requires a lot of energy!
- Skill 4: Shift the Earth: You can shift the earth beneath your paws.
- Skill 5:Growing Plants 3: You can control multiple seeds of large plants. Requires a lot of energy!
- Skill 6: These Long Vines: You can make vines grow! They can only be grown once per seed, and only be controlled once, so aim well if you have no other vine seeds with you!
- Skill 7: Raise: You can let boulders rise from the earth beneath your paws.
- Skill 8: Shield Me: Spikes and walls shoot up from around you and protect you from danger!
- Skill 9: Earth Spike: You can summon earth spikes to skewer your enemy up! Requires a lot of energy!
- Skill 10: Stone Claws: You can dig yourself in the ground and hide from your enemies. Your claws will never break when digging.
- Skill 11: Everything I Touch: Going in this meditative mode, everything that is plant life around you will grow to full health and power. While using this skill, however, you have barely any controls of you actions and it drains you of your energy very quickly.
- Skill 12: Small Fissure: You can create small cracks in the earth that go down deep but aren't even big enough to fit your paw in.
- Skill 13: Fissure: At the cost of a lot of energy, you can make the ground split in two and raise to devour your enemy and pull it in its cold, dark, grasp...

Voice Actor: TBA

Sexuality: Bisexual, no preference

Dreams: Though she sees it as unlikely, she aspires to be leader one day.

Fears: Letting her tribe down, drowning

Secrets: N/A

Theme(s): N/A

Favorites;
Color: Green

Food: Rabbit

Hobby: Hunting || Climbing

Place: TBD

Random:
-Uheri is an insomniac.
-Though she's prone to it, Uheri is pretty awful at flirting.
-She can't swim.
-Her speech, in comparison to many other tribe cats, is very casual.
-She doesn't mind getting her paws dirty.
-Being an Earth-Triber (and just because), she has a strong appreciation for the earth.
-Though she doesn't really mind some of her powers, she sometimes wishes that she was secondary powered rather than primary.
-Her favorite season is spring, since it has the mildest weather.
-She holds grudges for very long periods of time.
-Uheri is unaware of her relation to the Orange-Water, Sooka.
-Uheri, despite (and perhaps because of) spending a lot of time with Kehri and Kena's, doesn't like kits (besides Song).




B A C K S T O R Y


Grazed Knees

There’s an old saying that says it’s hard to teach an old cat new tricks—or something like that. And while Calais wasn’t particularly old, he wasn’t one to correct his follies. Over the years, he had courted plenty a she-cat, and more often than not, each was expecting kits by the time he made his exit from their lives. No, he was never one to stick around to see what kind of mess his recklessness had wrought.     

 

Hera and Calais’s love story (or, what the former presumed to be love) is a short one. Children of exiles from the First War, they were born in the northern lands, and had lived there since. Neither had any intentions of ever joining the tribes, Shadow and Fire to Hera and Calais respectively. Neither of them had much time (or reason) to make such long term commitments. But the flighty, abrasive, manipulative tom had somehow won the graces of the noncommittal, selfish, sometimes cold she-cat. For a time, there was content from both parties, genuine from her, and dubious from him. Yes, she was ready to lay down her life of total freedom to have a family with the tom—and he was nearly ready to move on.

 

As was to be expected, Hera was soon pregnant with the tom’s kits, and he was gone. For a time, she had convinced herself that her ‘mate’ would soon return to her. There was no way that any tom that was half decent would leave a she-cat alone in the dead of winter, to take care of herself and her kits. He would be back, and he would be so sorry for leaving her, for making her worry that he was gone for good, or that perhaps something had happened to him.

 

Of course he didn’t come back.

 

Holes

The remainder winter had been a hard one, for Hera. She was alone, and she was expecting kits—soon. Most exiles weren’t very friendly, and a number of them were even less so upon discovering her predicament. There were few who allowed her to stay the night or even a few at a time. Even fewer provided her with food, which she was in desperate need of, if she was going to take care of his kits. What she had believed to be a fairytale ending had turned into nothing more than a nightmare. Did she even want kits? No. No, she had decided that she didn’t. She wanted them as much as Calais had wanted them. Hera wanted nothing to do with the bundles of joy that had been schlepped off onto her. How cruel of him, to leave her to deal with his burdens!

 

Winter had begun to come to a close, and Hera had just barely managed to scrape by on the charity of others. Whether she was unable to hunt or unwilling to, those who hosted the queen were uncertain. Regardless, even after doing her best to ‘get rid of’ her problems (or, her best without seriously wounding or killing herself), Hera gave birth to two squirming, squealing kits that she wanted nothing to do with.

 

Things We Lost In The Fire

Out of spite, Hera didn’t give the kits names that had any sort of significance to her. The first kit, a dark brown and faintly spotted tom, she named Thrush, for how much she hated the fact that birds were so loud and cheerful in the morning. The second kit, a she-cat who was russet and covered in dark spots,  she named Autumn, the she-cat’s least favorite season and the polar opposite of the current one. The first few weeks of their existence were full of glaring into unseeing eyes, yelling into unhearing ears, and cold nights when Hera refused to share her warmth.

 

During the first few weeks of their eyes being open, they had adjusted to the glaring and the scolding that was prompted by nothing in particular. It was nothing new, for the young kits. Regardless of her cold gestures, Autumn and Thrush held an unrequited love for their mother. They didn’t know any better than to believe that every kit had a relationship such as this one with their parent(s). Most of the time, the kits were left to themselves, allowed to do anything they wanted, so long as it didn’t disturb any of Hera’s day to day activities (which usually included nothing more than sleeping and hunting just barely enough for her and her two kits). Bitterness had made her lazy and spiteful.

 

Between the two of them, Autumn was decidedly the most adventurous (and even meddlesome) of Hera’s kits. Ordinarily, she could find something to busy herself with while their mother was napping or secluding herself from her maternal duties. Sometimes, she’d even convince Thrush that it would be fun, and manage to drag him along for the ride. However, today, it was raining. The kits were huddled under a shrub while Hera napped in a den with more room than she needed. Boredom made Autumn antsy—and brave. 

 

Out of curiosity, she left the company of her brother under the little bush, and made the short trek to the den where the lion slept. Her mother was fast asleep, sprawled out across the floor in what she (before Calais’s ‘betrayal) would consider to be an unsightly manner—belly up, head to the side, and paws, whiskers, and ears twitching every so often. This was exactly what Autumn was looking for. It was almost like an invitation for her to jump on her! And so, she did. With a start, Hera woke, eyes wide and lit with fury. When her gaze found the interloper, annoyance mixed with the anger. With size and strength superior to the kit, the rolled over onto her paws, hooked a claw through her ear, and tossed her from the den.

 

While the wound wasn’t serious physically, it was enough to let Autumn know that her mother didn’t want to play. Ever.

 

Bad Blood

 

After that, time went by fairly quickly. Autumn and Thrush grew quickly, and before either of them knew what exactly it was that was happening, or that anything was happening at all, tattoos, dark marks signifying an element appeared on their shoulders. On Thrush’s left shoulder was a grey swirl, resembling (unbeknownst to either of the kits) a wave.  On Autumn’s right shoulder was a vine-shaped mark, black and spiraling and dotted with what looked like thorns. Naturally, both of them inquired of their mother what exactly these markings were. They assumed that she would know, seeing as she had a mark kind of similar to theirs sprawling across her face. Upon their first time asking, she ignored the question, and pretended to not hear them. However, the longer they bore the marks, the more they asked about them. When Hera answered three moons after they first appeared, it was only to get them (or, Autumn asking on behalf of herself and Thrush) out of her fur.

 

Groups of cats—huge ones!—all lived together, south of where they were now. There was Air Tribe, Earth Tribe, Fire Tribe, Light Tribe, Shadow Tribe, and Water Tribe. Thrush was chosen by the Water Spirit, and Autumn by the Earth Spirit.

 

And that was the last time they saw Hera.

 

Oh, What A Life

 

It was decided by Thrush that Hera didn’t simply disappear. Her den was cleared completely, her nest was gone, and anything that she had collected had either been taken with her or discarded. She left of her own volition.

 

It was winter, now. Thrush and Autumn hardly knew how to hunt, seeing as their mother refused to teach them. They knew nothing about self-defense. For all they knew, there were no other cats anywhere near them, save for the tribe cats far to the south. What were they supposed to do? Before the two of them would even know it, things would start to get competitive. Cats would sooner kill another than starve or freeze to death. Who was to say that a larger cat wouldn’t take advantage of their naturally small statures? Who was to say that they wouldn’t get competitive?

 

Thrush proposed that they split up, which Autumn rejected immediately. However, he had a point. He was larger, and had a better chance of defending himself. He had more body fat and fur than her, too, and could survive harsher temperatures than she could. She was faster, and had better chance when it came to hunting. Autumn was also smaller in general, and could fit into tighter, warmer spaces. With both of their strengths and weaknesses combined, they’d probably have made a great team in any season other than winter. But there wasn’t enough prey for Autumn to even try to hunt, and as of yet, they hadn’t encountered any other cats. So what was the point?

 

Shortly after (and quite reluctantly), they parted. Autumn figured that he was right, but it didn’t make leaving Thrush any harder. Since their mother never spoke to them unless they were being scolded, her brother was the only cat that she’d ever really known. Would he make it through this winter? Would she?

 

Though she was quickers, and had more potential as a hunter, Autumn wasn’t very successful when it came to finding food. Prey was short, but it made it all the worse that when she did find something, she couldn’t get her claws on it. Only the slowest, weakest, sickliest fell victim to her. Often, she went without any food at all.

 

She herself was becoming slower and weaker. She couldn’t sleep, even when she tried. Soon, she’d fall ill—and die. She had thought of seeking out the tribes. She had intended to upon learning about them, but had made her first priority keeping herself alive long enough to even attempt to make the journey.

 

Since Hera left and Autumn and Thrush had gone their separate ways, she had pushed further north, into the mountains that was considered to be the threshold between tribe territory and the vast unknown. It wasn’t her best idea, but it made sense. She figured that there would be fewer, if not any cats living there. Prey may be more abundant there, though she was concerned about predators like lynx and eagles or hawks. It was colder, too, and the rocky terrain made her paws crack and bleed. Regardless, for the time being, she would make the best of a grim situation.

 

Or, it was grim, until she met Kehri.

 

Marching On

 

When the day had begun, she hadn’t the slightest idea that her life would actually be saved by a cat that had no obligation to help her. Not that the help was unwanted, but it was a tad surprising. It had been a long day of hunting, and she hadn’t caught a thing. She was too tired, and too weak. There was no way she could catch anything, the way she was. In all her life, she’d never seen another cat aside from her own mother and brother. So it came as a bit of a surprise when a large, tan tom cat appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

 

He seemed as surprised to see her as she was to see him. Was she on his territory? She assumed that she was, and expected consequences to follow soon. But instead, he simply introduced himself. His name was Kehri, and he lived in these mountains along with a few (she would soon realize that the word ‘few’ was being used lightly) other cats. Awkwardly (since she’d never done so before), she introduced herself as Autumn. Just Autumn. She assumed that her short story wasn’t worth sharing at the moment. As much as she wanted to fend for herself, to not rely on anyone else, she knew that if she went on like this, she’d be dead in a few days. Tentatively, she asked if she could go with him. And to her surprise, for reasons beyond her comprehension, he accepted.

 

More surprising than Kehri agreeing to her request was just how many cats were living up in these mountains. This wasn’t even a tribe (officially)! Autumn could only imagine how many cats were living down south, combined. There was Kehri and his mate, Kena, their kits, some older than the others; and other cats, all or most of them coming from the tribes. Some of them were born there, and some of them weren’t. Regardless, they were all living here together—one giant family.

 

Among Kena and Kehri’s kits was a little she-cat named Song. Initially, despite having been one herself not too long ago, Autumn was not fond of kits. They were loud, and really needy (not that she wasn’t at the moment, but). But despite her misgivings, she decided to start a conversation with a kit who was trying to escape her mother’s watchful eye. Honestly, she was adorable. Not too terribly annoying, and full of energy. Being a kit, she was blunt, and was quick to point out (repeatedly) how bone-thin she was. Autumn didn’t mind much, though. After a story, a game of tag, and reluctant cuddle, she found that maybe kits (at least, this one wasn’t) weren’t so bad.

 

Her living among these exiles wasn’t without a cost. Eventually, when she got a bit healthier, she’d need to start contributing. Hunting and gathering was something that other cats helped each other out with, apparently. But since her hunting skills were less than subpar, someone would have to teach her. That duty ended up being split up between Kehri and a golden she-cat named Arcis. Autumn and the latter of the two got off to a rough start, but after a while, communication with her got easier. Enjoyable, even. Autumn liked to think of her as the mother that her own never was to her. Fortunately, Arcis was also an excellent fighter, and taught what she could to the younger she-cat.

 

There were a lot of things that Arcis told her. What the tribes were like was one of them. One of the other reasons that Kehri accepted Autumn into his family was another one. Once, he lived among the tribes. Eventually he became a leader of Light-Tribe—but before that, he had met a young she-cat named Akida—an Earth-Triber. When he met her, it was because she was bleeding half to death from a gash on her throat. After her patched her up, they became pretty close, and was something like a daughter to him. Eventually, she became his oldest son’s mate, and they had kits. Not too long after they were apprentice, though, she died (Arcis didn’t know all of the details on that, though, so she didn’t say how). It stung a bit to know that she was allowed to stay with them partly because she looked like some dead cat that Kehri knew, but she tried to ignore it.

 

Au Revoir

 

After living with Kehri and his family for almost two seasons, Autumn’s health had improved significantly. She was still thin, but less unhealthily so. She had built more muscle, and had developed her skills in hunting in fighting to be about equivalent to what a warrior’s should be (though, according to Arcis, they could still use some work). She was ready.

 

Saying goodbye to Kehri and his family—her family, now, wasn’t easy. It was something that she had known was coming, but hadn’t really prepared for. Nothing would prepare her sufficiently, even if she had rehearsed what she was going to say. Instead, she left quietly. She didn’t make a big deal out of it, and she hoped that the others wouldn’t either. She said goodbye to Song, and to Kehri, and even Arya, who she had never really gotten along with. Lastly, she said goodbye to Arcis, who was heavy with kits. In front of her on the ground laid a golden hoop, which looked like it could have functioned as an earring. And that was what it had been. It was an earring that Arcis’s mother, Ameena had given her. She had repurposed it into a sort of hairband for Autumn. The fur at the back of her neck had gotten long and messy—a hairband would help to keep it in order.

 

Silently, selfishly, and uncharacteristically optimistically, she hoped that someday, even if only one of them, they would return to the tribes.

 

With excitement guiding her paws, she made it down the mountain much more quickly than she had ventured up it. The trip south went by quickly, even if finding something to put her in the right direction was a bit challenging. Not but three days later did Autumn find Earth Tribe. And after a short (mildly awkward) conversation with the leader, Alcina, she was allowed into their ranks. Her tattoo was flushed with vibrant pink and vivid orange, and a name was whispered into her ear—Uheri.





F A M I L Y

-Soulbond : N/A
- Mate : N/A
- Kits : N/A
- Grandmother(s) : Unknown
- Grandfather(s) : Unknown
- Mother : Hera (Black-Shadow)
- Father : Calais (Grey-Fire)
- Brother(s) : Thrush (Grey-Water)
- Sister(s) : N/A
- Half-Brother(s) : Hawk (Grey-Fire)
- Half-Sister(s) : Akida (Orange-Earth)
- Aunt(s) : Anyu (Black-Water)
- Uncle(s) : Tartok (Grey-Fire)
- Cousin(s) : Sooka (Orange-Water), Tikaani (Black-Shadow), Tulok (Grey-Air), Nukka (Black-Fire), Panik (Black-Water)
- First Cousin(s) Once Removed : Chione (Pink/Orange-Air), Larka (Pink/Orange-Water), Vita (kit), Zara (kit), Auri (kit), Anix (Grey-Earth) Linkin (Blue/Green-Air), Koosa (kit)

- Niece(s) : Freya (Pink-Light)

 - Nephew(s) : Zodok (Blue-Shadow)

- Extended Family: sta.sh/0moi30s1bbl





RP Example :
Taken from an RP with ddorky's Yukiteru

{ Orange-Air | Meilani | Cat’s Eye }
 After a long, dry, hot season, it was a nice change to have one that was cool and plentiful in terms of water. This day wasn’t particularly cold, nor was it warm. It was mild, as was the water that she was currently swimming in. The current was weak today, and the wind was calm or even completely absent at times. Fish that were confused by the strange weather patterns swam around in frantic circles near her paws. Perhaps after she gathered, she could fish. With so little prey last season, there was a decline in the number of bones readily available for the bone-crafters to use. While there had been plenty of animals left dead by the drought, the bones were already beginning to rot. They weren’t strong enough to use for anything, really. 
 It was a long swim from the mainland to the shore of the island, and by the time that Meilani had managed to drag herself out of the water onto the damp bank, she was panting. Her muscles were burning, screaming for a break. So while she recovered, she lifted her head to examine her surroundings. Tall trees towered towards the center of the island, while the outskirts were covered more in low shrubs and bushes, all tangled together with vines. The chatter of birds was incessant, bringing a small smile to the Orange-Air’s maw. I was a relief to know that the inhabitants of the island had, for the most part, not perished in last seasons’ drought. 
 Having caught her breath, the lanky she-cat rose quickly to her paws, eager to begin her work. Hopefully, she wouldn’t have too much to do. She preferred not to kill, when searching for bones, but instead to find them lying around. If the animal had died relatively healthy, the bones usually stayed in good shape for some time. But if the creature was dehydrated, wounded, or ill, the bones began to decay quickly.  
The sun hung high in the sky, but Meilani knew that her time to search was limited. The days had been getting shorter and shorter. She had determined over time that the temperature and or season and the hours of sunlight had some sort of correlation. However, she had yet to determine what kind of relationship they had. 
 The cream and white she-cat hadn’t been searching for long before she paused. An unfamiliar scent had caught her attention. Looking up from where she was digging, pale blue eyes darted to and fro, searching for the owner of the scent. Briefly, she wondered if the badger that had supposedly lived here still did. A lot had happened since she last heard of it. Ultimately, she decided that it was not a badger, but instead another cat. The steps were too light to belong to a badger. Letting her fur lay a bit flatter, she squinted to see the stranger. They were black and white (the same colors as a badger, but lacking the stripes), with a blue and green tattoo—a Light-Triber. Taking a few steps backwards, Meilani hoped for a moment that the tom had not noticed her presence. Maybe she could swim back toward land without him ever knowing that she was there…
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TGB-- Trade: Roran by Treaimas
TGB-- Trade: Roran
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TGB Ref: Naeli -- Pink/Orange-Water by Treaimas
TGB Ref: Naeli -- Pink/Orange-Water
Edit: 6/10/14 Shasta and Farox's second litter of kits was born today!
Edit: 1/12/15 Updated art. Written information soon to come!




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G E N E R A L



Name:

Naeli

( Nay-el-EE ) ) || Origin: Native American / Zapotec || Meaning: I love you


Kit Name:

Wren

Given to her by her parents, so as to fit the same theme (birds) as her older siblings' names. 


Age:

Gem-Collector and Crafter Apprentice ( 12 moons/ 1 season cycle )

Naeli is was born in the middle of Winter. She is fairly well adapted to this time of year, since her parents' breeds generally have long fur.


Gender:

Female


Breed:

Maine Coon/ British Shorthair x Snowshoe/ Somali/ Havana Brown

Shasta

x
Farox



Current Tribe: Water-Tribe

Birth Tribe: Earth-Tribe

Tribe's Tattoo: Pink/Orange-Water

Ability: Secondary

Rank: Gem Collector and Accessory Crafter Apprentice

Mentor: Skylr



D E S C R I P T I O N



Body: Though she is the youngest of Shasta and Farox's most recent litter, she is neither the smallest nor the biggest. As she is a kit, most of her body is out of proportion with itself. Her body is long and plump, but her legs are short and a bit less meaty. It's unlikely that she'll be like this forever, of course. It's likely that she retain the long, well rounded torso-- but her legs will lengthen and be of a more appropriate size. She won't be 'fat', certainly; but she won't be skinny, either. Taking into consideration the breeds of her parents, it can only be expected that Wren's fur is neither long nor short. If anything, it's of a medium length. The she-kit's fur is fairly evenly distributed, save for the fur on her tail, which is a tad bit longer than the fur that covers the rest of her body. Her tail isn't very long, but it isn't anywhere near being bobbed, either. Wren's face is very round, though it's very likely that it will thin out as she ages. At the top of her head, there is a tuft of fur that rarely, if ever, causes her any issues.

Colorations: Though Wren takes most after her father in personality, she is undoubtedly more like her mother in color. The majority of her body is covered in white-- pure white: not off-white, or eggshell. Pure white. Covering most of her back and a portion of her face are sandy brown patches, much like those that cover Farox's back. The patches are striped with a slightly darker shade of brown, but the stripes are subtle. The patches that line her tail are unlike the other patches along her body, as they are neither sandy brown or striped. Instead, they're a darker brown, which only gets darker the closer to the tip of her tail they get. Her ears are also this color, which set them apart quite dramatically from the rest of her face. Her eyes are where her appearance veer away from either of her parents'-- instead, they are more like her aunt Zarya's. They are a medium grey, and are flecked with lighter and darker shades of the same color. 

Other: As stated above, Wren's eye color comes from neither of her parents, but from Farox's sister, Zarya.

Accessories: Thus far, Wren hasn't obtained any accessories. Of course, she hasn't even been born yet, so it's not unlikely that she will eventually.



P E S O N A L I T Y



Positive Traits: Laid-back/Level-headed, Affectionate/Trusting

Neutral Traits: Honest, Dramatic

Negative Traits: Evasive, Independent

:bulletgreen:Laid-back/Level-headed:
Unlike most kits, Wren isn't one to want to spend every second of every day doing something. In fact, she's more like to not want to do anything. She finds that simply laying around and relaxing is more pleasurable than running around, exploring, and wearing yourself out. However, she isn't lazy. She'd probably be deeply offended if you considered her to be. Laziness isn't the source of her lax nature. It's more about her enjoying time to herself-- time to think, time to appreciate the calm. Along with being calm in terms of activity, Wren is also calm when in the face of a 'difficult' situation (though, since she's a kit, the conflicts are usually simple and easily resolved. This trait will grow with her, and over time, she'll have the opportunity to deal with more pressing matters). She rarely, if ever, acts on raw emotion. Before making a decision, she'll think about the consequences of acting and weigh them against the results of not.


:bulletgreen:Affectionate/Trusting:
Wren, unlike her father, is quick to give away her trust, and just as quick to give affection. Even if she just met you that day, she's likely to consider you a friend (that is, if you're not a meany butt-- if you're a meany butt she probably won't like you). After a couple of meetings, she may consider you as something like family to her. If there's anything that Wren want more than anything (that is, at the moment), it's friends. Now, this doesn't always mean that that cat is deserving of her affection, let alone her trust. For as much as Wren thinks things through before acting, she doesn't realize that there are cats that would take advantage of her trust; that there are cats that would use her for their benefit and theirs alone.


:bulletyellow:Honest:
It's not very often that Wren will tell a lie (though, if you ask her if she has bathed before bed, her saying 'yes' is not unheard of). In objective situations, even if there are negative consequences, she will most likely tell the truth. If there's one thing that she can't stand, it's chronic liars, lying about anything and everything. But it's good that she doesn't lie, right? Honesty is a good policy, correct?. Though that's true, there is such a thing as being too honest. In subjective situations, it's easy for her to slip up and hurt someone's feelings. She'd never do it intentionally, of course, but she wouldn't lie about her opinion, either. Some may consider her bold, or even brash, but in her mind, Wren is just honest.


:bulletyellow:Dramatic:
This little she-cat is nothing short of an actor. Blowing things up, making things more exciting and larger than life is something that Wren enjoys a lot. Though, simple kit's play and fooling around isn't all that her acting is good for. If there's anything that she's good at, it's concealing her emotions-- hiding what she's truly feeling, and instead putting on what one might call a 'mask'. This also partially contributes to her level-headed personality. Even if one's mind is calm, if one really wants to be considered collected, they need to appear calm, as well. And that's just what Wren does. Most of the time, she's calm; if ever she's actually not, she certainly appears that she is.


:bulletred:Evasive:
Despite her loving, trusting attitude, Wren isn't one to commit herself to anything. Even though she's quick to give love, she's also quick to take it back, if she feels that she's going to be hurt in the end. She tries her absolute hardest to avoid making decisions, and even harder avoid to making long-term choices. She's more likely to find some kind of loophole or indirect way of responding to things than to actually confront things head-on. Part of the reason that she's such an escapist is that she's afraid of making poor choices. She doesn't want to fail in anything that she does, and so she does her best to make sure that there's no way that she could possibly fail. In the end, her temporary peace will only do more long-term harm.


:bulletred:Independent:
More often than not, Wren would prefer to do things her on her own than to ask for assistance from another cat. She doesn't want anyone to have to worry themselves over her. And they don't need to-- she can take of herself well enough (or, she likes to think so). For the time being, of course, she has to depend on her mother and father. But once she's an apprentice, she'll be all on her own. She'll be able to fend for herself, and keep herself safe. The main reason for her yearning for independence is (for the time being) because she is the youngest kit of her litter. Usually, the youngest kit is seen as small and frail and weak, which naturally, she doesn't want to be seen as. It's likely that over time, she'll grow out of this.





T R I V I A



Skills:

Secondary

- Skill 1: Feel With Your Mind - You start to be able to feel the shape of objects with your mind.
- Skill 2: Floating Water Droplets - You can make water droplets float!
- Skill 3: Floating Wood - You can make pieces of wood-- or lighter items-- float!
- Skill 4: Sensibility - Your telekinesis is more precise. For example, you can now make a braid or a knot!


Voice Actor: TBA

Sexuality: Unknown

Dreams: To be some sort of crafter, since she likes really shiny things.

Fears: Grasshoppers

Secrets: N/A

Theme(s): N/A

Favorites;

Color: Pink

Food: Vole

Hobby: Sunbathing, crafting accessories

Game:  'Hide and Go Seek'

Place: The Flower Fileds

Cat: Farox (Green-Air), Shasta (Orange-Earth), her siblings.

Random:

- TBD through roleplays



B A C K S T O R Y


All I Need
 
Farox certainly wasn't the most popular cat in Air-Tribe-- or the tribes, for that matter. He had a violent history, and there were a number of cats the feared and/or hated him. He'd made many enemies, but he'd also made a number of friends-- including an Orange-Air named Maika. During and encounter with her and a young Earth-Tribe she-cat that he'd previously attacked, he met Shasta-- a Pink-Orange Earth, and the only cat that was on his side. Annoyed and upset, Farox left the other cats. Shasta followed him, intent on speaking with the Blue-Green Air. He tried to shake her, but to no avail. Growing weary of the pursuit, he lashed out at her, clawing her shoulder. He hadn't meant to hurt her: after all, she was on his side-- she was trying to help. A number of apologies later, he once again fled the scene.

After their encounter, Farox and Shasta met four more times, each time growing closer, and one more fond of the other. It wasn't long until the two decided to see out the Silver-Earth, Rey, and request that he allow them to be mate. Terrified but determined, the two spoke with the Earth-Tribe leader, who, after a bit of teasing, agreed to let the two become mates. Not long afterwards, they welcomed four healthy kits to Earth-Tribe: Caspia, Camellia, Campion, and Cress. However, not too long afterwards, Earth-Tribe was overrun by the monstrous, scaly beasts know as caimans. For the rest of the time that they were kits, and up until they were apprenticed, they lived in Light-Tribe.
 
Once the caimans had been driven out, and Shasta and Farox's first litter of kits had reached about 15 moons, they decided that it was time to settle down once more, and bring another litter of kits into the world.
 
Sort Of
 
Soon enough, Shasta gave birth to four more kits. (More TBA)
 


F A M I L Y



- Grandmother(s) : Chou (Black-Fire), Zereta (Black-Fire)

- Grandfather(s) : Emyr (Grey-Shadow), Vaile (Grey-Air)

- Mother : Shasta (Orange-Earth)

- Father : Farox (Green-Air)

- Aunt(s) : Zarya (Yellow-Light), Hunter (Black-Shadow), Maiden (Black-Water)

- Uncle(s) : N/A

- Cousin(s) : N/A

- Brother(s) : Jace (Blue-Green Light), Idek (Blue-Green Shadow),  Junco (Kit), Kite (Kit)

- Sister(s) : Sylvani (Pink-Orange Earth), Cadia (Pink-Orange Water), Sparrow (Kit)





RP Example :

Taken from an RP with Zaabu's Kinstu

{ Orange-Earth | Akida | The Sink Hole }



Despite the fact that Summer had already passed, and Autumn was slowly settling in, the air was fairly warm. Uncharacteristically bright sunlight cascaded down on the land, turning the leaves that still clung to the trees colors that strongly resembled flames. However, the leaves that had already fallen had become brown and crisp.



CRUNCH! Leaves crinkled under the weight of an auburn she-cat who was, obviously, very relaxed. Paying no heed to the fact that there might be other cats around, she carried on rambunctiously, crushing as many leaves as she possibly could. Akida glanced upwards, towards the canopy—it was speckled with reds, yellows, and oranges. She loved the forest during this time of year. Despite the leaves that covered the ground, the Orange-Earth thought that it was great for camouflage. Her pelt was dotted with dark brown, but the majority of her body was covered in a russet hue.



But hunting wasn’t on her mind, at the moment. On a nice, Autumn day such as this, she thought that it would be nice to sunbathe. The best place that she could think of was the Sink Hole—it was most likely free of caimans, and it was free of trees. It would be perfect.



Emerging from the trees Akida glanced around. There didn’t appear to be any other cats around, and the rocks that she has intended to rest on were free. Edging her way around the clearing, the golden eyes she-cat kept her paws well away from the edge of the hole. She knew better than to be careless around here—she’d heard tales of cats being swallowed beneath the sands that rested in the center of the basin. While no one really knew if it was true, this was one of the few cases that she didn’t want to be the one to solve.



A large, flat rock at the furthest point of the clearing caught her attention. Beaming, the Earth Triber strode over to the stone, eyeing it cheerily. Pressing a paw to it, she could tell that it had already been warmed by the sun. Stretching her long legs out in front of her, Akida prepared to place herself upon the rock. But her preparations were cut short when she heard a yelp. Unsure of where it came from, she glanced around, eyes widening a little bit.



Padding forward, to the edge of the hole, she spotted its source. Had it not been for the cat’s bright ginger points, Akida might not have noticed them. Amusement brightened her gaze as she watched the cat struggling against the sands. Heh. I bet they’re a newbie. Ah, well. Guess I better help ‘em. She could see that the cat’s paws had disappeared beneath the sand.



While the cat wasn't too far in, she didn't necessarily want to get stuck, herself. But there was no time to find a tool to use. Sighing exuberantly, Akida began to slide down the slope a little bit. As she approached the cat, which she had decided was a tom, she dug her back paws into the more solid ground. As the pointed tom squirmed, she huffed. ”Struggling will only make it worse, ‘ya know.” Stretching her neck forward, the lanky she-cat grasped his scruff in her jaws. No time for delicacy. Yanking roughly at his neck, Akida did her best to dislodge him from the sand.

Art and Naeli (c) me
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BRUH

OKAY so let me just say that I'm really sorry about this being so late, but I think the result is worth it??? I'm super proud of this wow

SO I was super excited when I saw that I got q-oi's Freya as my final Secret Santa, since she's my daughter.

She was so much fun to draw, and I really hope you like this, River <333333

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