goatpaw

• Starting Date: 26th November 2023
• Starting Age: 2 moons
• Current Age: 5 moons
• Scars: Tailless
• Items: N/A
• Bans: N/A

Goatkit has a stocky body type with large paws, of which she takes great pride in. A generally scruffy, coarse pelt that sticks out every which way, which is especially hard to groom down. Most noticeably is a lack of proper tail, which can cause some clumsiness and recklessness due to a lack of proper balancing in her kithood.

Her pelt--though usually scruffed up with dirt stains, twigs and a general theme of messiness--shows a soft russet color with a singular thick band going across her neck and back, as well as down her paws, on her ears and on her muzzle. Her eyes are a light color reminiscent of peridot, and often shows a foolhardy expression with thick, furrowed brows.

Goatkit, though just a kit, shows great potential within her to do great things. She loves nothing more than painting herself as the hero of the story, boasting her power every day—usually to the chagrin of her sibling, Sheepkit. Despite her incessant "bullying" of her sister, Sheepkit (She calls it putting her sidekick into shape!) she's fiercely protective of her, and her family too for that matter. From viewing her older siblings in a lighthearted villain-of-the-week fashion by roping them into a dramatic story stemmed from her own heroic persona, to whining and pitching a fit over being doted on by her parents in grooming sessions, she's definitely very family-oriented cat.

Something Goatkit doesn't yet understand is the consequences of her actions. When she doesn't get what she wants, it can usually end up in a VERY huffy kit. You'd be surprised on how long this scrap of fur can hold on to a grudge for! Alongside that, Goatkit holds a deep-rooted fear of abandonment... Though, she wouldn't be able to explain in certainty where those feelings come from.

Like her sister, Sheepkit, Goatkit shows little memory of her true parents, nor would she like to. Littlevoice was all she needed in her first moons!

But, the mountains are pretty nice too, she supposed. ...Or, *would* suppose, had it not been the constant tremors that rocked Soaringclan that made her bristly fur stand on end. Since the constant scares of falling debris overhead, Goatkit had gained a habit of glaring towards the ceiling wherever she moved, or bristling at any rock that so much that inched or rolled where it shouldn't have been.

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