Lamb
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Rhiannaon Giddens (RDR2)
Lamb
Fry | DFAB | Female | 2 Moons
Lamb - Chosen for her stout build and curly/silky fur.
Nickname(s) - N/A
Previous Name(s) - Plover
- Snuggling
- Bird Watching
- Small Spaces
- Thunderstorms
- Hot Weather
- Being alone
PERSONALITY
True Neutral | Cancer (Mid-Late June)
Lamb is a quiet kit that outwardly seems to prefer being alone, but deeply craves companionship. While she is shy, she adores affection and loves to curl up with any cat familiar and willing to reciprocate.
She is not a very energetic kit, preferring to stay close to her caretaker(s) and listen to stories- though a game with friends will be considered. Her habit of listening to stories leads to vivid dreams/day-dreams and causes her to incorrectly remember things. Due to how often it happens she isn't very confident in her memory.
She hasnt yet realized that she was abandoned by her mother, causing Lamb to believe she was basically kidnapped. Some part of her holds resentment and is frightened by the Clan and Shoal cats, but they've been kind to her otherwise and she cant bring herself to hate them fully.
Confidence
Charisma
Honesty
Intelligence
Kindness
Appearance
Averagely Sized (Kit) Slighly small (Grown) | Stocky/Stout build | Solemn Demeanour
A stocky averagly sized she-cat with curly and silky fur. A pelt with spots and gradients containing varying sooty blacks and dark browns, a dark mask and white splotchs. Her eyes are of a deep orangish-red color.
Lambs fur can vary on texture depending on location on her body. Longer bits of fur present on her head, neck and rump are very curly and soft. Where as her fur on her legs, face and tail regions are much more silky and wavy.
- Head hair can be lessened to a curly tuft, but mustnt be removed entierly.
- Spots and splotchs may be lessened for complexities sake.
- Ears tend to be somewhat droopy to the sides and usually not fully upright
BACKGROUND
Within the flock
A dark molly by the name of Hawthorn was a lover of adventure and exploration. She was a free spirit who traveled constantly and managed to do well enough to live such a lifestyle. The molly had encountered many cats and none were able to persuade her to settle; the idea of stopping her adventures and having kits wasn't too keen on Hawthorn's mind.
Regardless of the seasons of adventure under her belt, she eventually was stricken with a terrible flu. The she-cat knowing her limits took refuge in an abandoned two-leg nest, where she found unlikely companionship with a band of strays. They had treated her kindly and allowed the she-cat to heal under their care. During her time healing she had a fling with a tom who’s sweet talking had her charmed.
After she had fully healed and was given the okay, she said her goodbyes and headed out again back to her loner lifestyle. Though, her trip of one soon turned to a trip of three with the unexpected arrival of two she-kits, naming them Plover and Pipit. Reluctantly, Hawthorn stopped to rear her newly discovered hitch hikers.
Plover was too young to remember much, but the warmth and love shown to her persisted during her time with Hawthorn. The young she-kit had spent her days snuggled up and close with her mother and Pipit within a burrow. When she started walking and talking, she was not allowed to leave the den as per her mothers orders.
One day, at about sun high when she was resting Hawthorn touched her head, telling her to be safe. She lazily watched her mother grab Pipit by the scruff and exit the burrow. The kit, unaware of the situation, went back to sleep expecting her mother to return like she always had.
Awakening in the dead of night she was still alone. The kit had been curious of the whereabouts of her family and began walking outside the den. Wandering through the forest, the frightened kit had found herself facing yet another den. Not taking any more chances with the creatures of the night, She peeked her head in. Plover discovered a pelt that seemed familiar, black and fluffy. She eagerly snuggled against the form without hesitation.
Waking, she found herself facing an unknown, confused she-cat, as well as a hoard of equally unknown kits. Plover Hesitantly stayed with the group until she was eventually dragged from the fox den all the way to Pineclan camp- screaming and crying. The she-kit was confused about everything, where was Pip and her mom? She didn't want to be in this place far from home!
This part of her life has not been explored yet.
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Relationships
Friend or Foe?
Bio Family
Lambs time with them was short but very loving in her eyes. She misses her mother and sister, hoping they will find her.
The she-kit is unaware of Hawthorns abandoment of her.
Caretaker
Lamb is unsure of the molly. The kit finds comfort in the familiarity her pelt brings her of her mother but is fully aware that Wishingbone is not Hawthorn. Regardless, the kit chooses to be attached to her so long as the older cat does not shoo her away.
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