Post by Sloane on Dec 1, 2021 22:51:12 GMT
BATSCREECH  the basics full name • Batscreech nicknames • Mousebrain age • Approx. 24 moons/2 years primary standing • Working Class secondary standing • Herbalist faction • Cursed Thorns species • Felis catus (Breed: American Curl) gender • Non-binary (they/them) sexuality • Pansexual the appearance origin • Warrior Cats height and weight • 8in at the shoulder and 6lbs overall appearance • Batscreech is a scrawny, long-haired medium-sized mixed breed with American Curl ancestry. Unlike many American Curls, whose ears curl back from the face toward the center of the back of their skull, Batscreech's ears curve outward like a bat's. They have a broad, shallow muzzle and large oval-shaped eyes. Their brown-and-black striped fur is spiky and somewhat unkempt. the personality likes •
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dreams • A simple life free of strife. fears • Dying overall personality • Batscreech is conscientious, dependable, easy-going and idealistic. They do not care for the warrior way of life as they believe a lot of its rules to be unfair and thinks some laws should be removed altogether, namely the thirteenth and even the fifteenth rule. Despite their controversial views (which can land them on tick duty more often than they care to admit) Batscreech cares deeply for their clanmates and genuinely wants to be useful to their clan as a whole. the history parents • Unknown siblings • N/A important people • N/A overall history • A few moons after Batscreech recieved their warrior name, everything changed forever. One day the stars just up and went, and Batscreech's way of life had been lost to the chaos that followed. Suddenly, Batscreech found themself running with the Cursed Thorns despite the twolegs and animals in their ranks. Determined to find answers, Batscreech must fully embrace the new world they're in and do what was once unthinkable to save their clan from oblivion. the Role play sample The mountains of the Washburn Range loomed in the distant background as a battalion of Shadowglenners wordlessly trekked through the endless woods, the silence splintered only by the spongy crunch of dead pine needles underfoot and the hum of insects. Any unidentified sound, like the crack of a branch breaking in the distance or the cry of a pursued animal would jolt them to alertness, but so far, it had only been wild animals doing what wild animals do. Frollo led the way. But at long last they encountered the enemy. From their hiding spot, Nasira fixed the Dawnseekers with a baleful stare. Her rage was fueled by an all-consuming sense of an emotion the necromancer had not felt in a long time. She wanted to slit the throat of every Dawnseeker she could find for what they tried to do to their empress. They deserved to suffer for their cowardice. "That must be them. What are we to do now? I’m sure the healers should stay at a...safe distance?" Nasira recalled the last clearing the battalion used as a rest stop. Hidden under a canopy of coniferous trees, it had a stream that curved gently through the forest like the subtle sweep of a painter's brush and cool green grass. The opening not only provided a reliable water source and shade from the sun (and prying eyes), but it could also serve as a rendezvous for the magisters to conjure a portal back home. It was a short distance away. "You'd better taken Morren and the rest of our blood mages back to our last stop," Nasira said matter-of-factly. "Jenn, I want you to stay here. Direct the injured and put down any lowlifes that dare pursue them. Thomas, go with them." Nasira had considered leaving Frollo in place of Jenn on account of his age but quickly decided against it. This was a job for someone she could trust, and if Frollo was so gung-ho about fighting then he can put his money where his mouth is. As for Thomas...well, her friend could use an errand boy. "The rest of you to me." the role player alias • Sloane age • 29 pronouns • she/they how did you find us? • a friend other characters • N/A |
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