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Name: Asiya Age: 5 1/2 Weeks Gender: Female Species & Breed: Cat; Domestic Shorthair x British Shorthair Owned or Stray: Owned Appearance: Asiya is a, rather small, kitten of a pelt similar to her mothers. Compared to her siblings, one of which takes after their father, another which is a silver tabby much like herself, and the well-known kit of orange, Asiya inherited a lot from her dam. Most of her body is a tabby coloration, with white chest fur that extends into an underbelly marking, and white on her paws. For her front paws, it's simply on her mitts, but on her right hind leg, it extends higher to where the 'knee' would be. The kitten has a dark nose, surrounded on all sides, except for the bridge of her muzzle, by more white fur. Her eyes are striking, and are swiftly making the transition from blue to a more green shade, as kittens eyes begin changing at about 4 weeks old, and stop at about 10 weeks. In body-shape and frame, Asiya is petite and lithe. Her siblings seem to be tall and, at this moment in time, lanky, but she knows they will quickly become broader to match their fathers build. Asiya, in this, seems to have taken after neither of their parents, as both felines have strong, powerful builds. She isn't sickly, no, but her frame seems to be built upon the idea of agility and speed, being able to outrun competitors and clamber up trees, rather than strength. Focusing more on technique, if you will, to hunt and fight, rather than being able to just wack someone and be done with it. She's shorter, with slimmer shoulders and a sleeker appearance, and this, the slimmer, lean look, will follow her well into adulthood. It almost gives her a more feminine vibe, but she prefers to simply say that she is petite, and not girly. Personality: Asiya is a rather playful little kitten. She often pounces upon her siblings (hoping that they wont be too rough due to their larger size), or on her parents' tails. She finds that her father is very patient with her playful attitude, but can see the signs of him growing irritated with her playing, and knows to stop before he gets up to walk away. With creatures that she knows, such as her parents, siblings, and the dog Valda, she can be a confident and loud feline, meowing to her hearts content and talking and playing. In the presence of strangers, though, Asiya finds herself growing very, very quiet, and consciously trying to not make any noise. In this way, Asiya is shy, and perhaps fearful. In the presence of true danger, such as a zombie or an animal trying to attack her, Asiya has an odd habit of simply freezing, unless it is running towards her. It's as if her brain cannot process the idea of fleeing, and every muscle in her body tenses, and her body locks up. If a sudden, jarring motion is spotted (such as a jump or the creature running towards her), it will snap her body back into focus and she will be able to flee, making her appear rather skittish. But slowly stalking towards her would be her demise. Her very slow demise. History: Nothing--she was born just over a month ago in a house with her mother, and her father came to visit as he remained a stray. That's it. Affiliations: WIP Other: :D |
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(Credit to all imagines: Onistocke on DA. Stock Images.) Name: Ashoka Age: 5 Years, 2 Months Gender: Male Species & Breed: Cat; British Shorthair Owned or Stray: Stray Appearance: Ashoka is a feline of a rather stocky build, reaching 14 inches at the shoulder, but a weight of 19 pounds normally, but obviously more if he's been eating extremely well. So he is around the average for his breed, 12 - 14 inches, but weighs more than the average for the British Shorthair (males being 9 - 17 pounds). He has broad shoulders, with thick legs to support his bulky, muscular frame, and a long tail at the back of his chunky flanks. He isn't fat, just muscular, okay? >:( Ashoka, in terms of coloration, is a very handsome tom. He has semi-similar markings to some *cough* other *cough* cat here, but with more white than the ebony tom. The white on this handsome fella stretches all the way around all of his legs, stopping just before his flank on his hindlegs and giving way to a strong, prominent ginger, and pausing at different heights on his forelegs. The white on his face stretches all the way around his muzzle, and up between his eyes, before going down into a complete underbelly marking of fluffy alabstor fur. The parts of him that aren't white are a lovely ginger tabby, being a mixture of light and darker shades, and being a vibrate color. His eyes, though, may be the most sought-after part of him. They are a very dark amber-honey coloration, and may even have a tinge of copper or brown in them depending on the lighting and the angle that you look at him from. Personality: Ashoka is a feline of a rather kit-like personality. He is childish and playful, cracking jokes and trying to lift the mood whenever he can. That was always his role when it was him, his brother, and his mother--and this role only became more important when it was just Talmai and himself. He did things to humiliate himself, to bring laughter and smiles to others, and is practically immune to embarrassment, unable to get flustered, and confidence radiates from him, even if he's chatting absolute bullshit. It's difficult to tell if what he's saying is a lie, or the truth, due to the eyecontact he maintains, and the absolute solidity of his voice no matter what he's saying (unless he's really, really shaken, which is difficult to do). Being practically unable to be embarrassed, Ashoka has always been rather opinionated. He says what he wants, when he wants to. And, even if he's very kind and has never really been a mean-natured or maliscious being, if his opinion contains being a little mean to someone, so what? He's going to say it anyway, because that's juts who Ashoka is. He's optimistic and an absolute clown, often chuckling to himself about absolutely nothing, despite the seriousness of his posture and face. Despite being kind, loveable, and the clown of the century, everyone has their breaking points. Ashoka will grow extremely aggressive if you attempt to harm someone that he has grown to consider as 'his'-- meaning his friends or his family. He would happily fight to the death and beyond to defend someone that he loves and, even if he's a gentle, typically docile being, he knows how to fight and hunt. He will try to rip you apart if you hurt someone he cares about. And with his size, would you (particularly if you were another cat) want to test his temper? History: Was born to a pure ginger queen, and a black and white tom. His father left very early in life, presumably dead, and his mother died by being hit by a car. It was just Talmai and him for years, until they got split up by a stray dog. He likes to believe that his brother went looking for him for at least a little bit, remembering the stubborn male that Talmai was. Within the last month, where the world has fallen into turmoil, he's found a lone kitten, Nezih. Apparently the onyx child also saw his mother die, but in a far more gruesome way than Ashoka could ever imagine, and Ashoka has made it his mission to be the best father figure, or even just "adult figure" that he can be for the young feline. Affiliations: Talmai (brother)--Talmai is Ashoka's littermate. They saw their mother die together, they raised themselves together, they lived together and practically lived in so much harmony that they could predict each others movements, thoughts, and words. And then a stray dog chased them, and they got separated. It's been two years. Ashoka has basically come to terms with the fact that he's likely never going to see Talmai again after a year or so of looking for him. Nezih (adopted son/companion)--Nezih is a kitten he's recently (as in, the last month) located, and has taken under his wing. The poor kitten had, apparently, witnessed his mothers death, too, and had never known his father either. Ashoka is striving to be the father figure that Nezih never had, and is struggling to be a good parental figure. He's never raised his own litter, he doesn't know how to reprimand a kitten, or how to teach him the fundamentals, but by god, Ashoka is trying, because Nezih deserves that. Other: | |
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| (Credits for all iamges: IvaxXx on DA. Stock Images.) | | 7 Weeks (~2 months/1 month and 3 weeks) | | Nezih is a kit of an onyx pelage, no other colorations marking his body. He, for now, has a rather tall stature, with long, slim legs and already powerful muscles. He's not going to be beating up any adult cats anytime soon, but he's got the promise of being a strong creature. He will broaden with age, shoulders filling out and gaining more muscle, but for now he remains with the build of a kitten. For now, the only scars he bears is a few scratches on his shoulders. | | His eyes are already progressing from their blue tint of kittenhood, transferring to a calming green-brown shade. | | Nezih is a somewhat easygoing male. He is quiet, introverted even, and doesn't like speaking up or speaking his mind. He's reserved, rarely revealing anything about himself, and prefers to have conversations about others, rather than himself. He is, in a way, selfless. He's much more likely to get in the way of an opponent, rather than letting it harm someone he loves. He's much more likely to starve, than let someone he cares about go hungry. He might not be the kindest to strangers, but if you can gain any form of affiliations with him, then he'll be a loyal, life-long companion that won't leave your side, no matter what. Even if you hurt him, emotionally or physically, once you've gained that trust and respect, it is very, very difficult to lose it. This will change with time. | | Nezih is quite the logical thinker, and often weighs odds in his head before doing something, unless he's rushing to protect someone. He's not overly understand or compassionate, but he tries, and he's a quick learner. Sometimes, though, "bad days" plague him, and he just closes himself up inside his head. He doesn't get aggressive or "moody", but it's very difficult to reach him and talk to him and bring him out of that darker space. | | Nothing that he believes is overly noteworthy. He was born, his father left, his mother got killed by one of those zombies, Ashoka found him. That's it. | | Ashoka--Ashoka is like an older brother to him, or maybe a father-figure. He isn't sure what to think of the ginger tom, just that he's an adult, and is an adult that seems to care about him. | Edited at November 23, 2021 11:20 PM by Polly |
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Name: Kanako Age: 3 Months Gender: Female Species & Breed: Dog; Dalmatian x Mongrel Owned or Stray: Stray Appearance: Kanako is the only child of this litter to have taken the coat of her mother, with a dalmatian coat that is still progressing with spots, although many have progressed into existence due to her being 3 months of age. Her size and build, however, appear to be more of a mixture of her parents. She will be larger than her mother, like her sister Indra, and take slightly after her father for size, although has a more dalmatian-like build. She has a slightly broader chest, and a slightly broader build in general, but she owns the slimmer fur of her black and white dam. Her ears are folded like her mothers, rather than standing upright, with an ebony nose, and eyes of a rather nice honey shade. Kanako holds a slightly broader chest, as stated, and, even if she isn't quite as big as Indra due to the other female taking almost entirely after their father, Kanako is ever so slightly larger than an average dalmatian puppy. Her mother being larger than a normal dalmatian also aids this size, and Kanako will grow to be somewhere around 29 inches at the shoulder. Compared to her father and siblings, she may be considered slim, but when next to her mother, or another dalmatian, she would be seen as rather stocky and tall. Personality: Kanako is rather easy-going, with an easily pleased mind. She is not difficult to be around, and tends to just go with the flow. This may lead her to trouble, just following in the footsteps of her friends and family, prepared to put herself in harms way if they ask her, or if she thinks it would please them. She has little to no trouble with feeling like she doesn't fit in, believing that if others don't like her, then that's their own problem, and that she's perfectly content not fretting over others opinions of her. Kanako is mildly opinionated, with a hint of sarcasm or snarkiness, but oftentimes she keeps those opinions to herself. If she does say them aloud, all it takes is a simple reprimand, and she'll keep them to herself again. She's rather easily 'trained', listening to orders from her parents, although she can be a little rebellious against orders from her siblings or anyone else. The young canid is mildly playful, and isn't against playing with her siblings, but she's much more interested in learning from her parents so that she might protect her brother and sister in the future. She isn't mean or ill-natured, and loves her siblings to bits and pieces, and just wants to defend them when she's older, and is rather mature for her age. History: Nothing. She was born. Three months passed. Boom. Affiliations: WIP Other: |
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Name: Einarr Age: 6 Years, 3 Months Gender: Male Species & Breed: Dog; mongrel/unknown (but one of his grandparents on his fathers side was a Saint Bernard, which is where he gets his measurements.) Owned or Stray: Stray Aroma: He smells oddly like smoke, or a fire. Appearance: (Credit: Khalliysgraphy on DA - free to use) (This is purely for structure/coat markings) Einarr is a creature of a rather large stature. To put it lightly, he's built like a tank. Beneath his thick coating of fur, his muscles are easily defined and strong enough to carry his height and weight. The colossal brute stands at 38 inches at the shoulder, and Einarr can only assume that he gained his height from his father, a male that he never actually met. His weight, too, must come from his sires side of the bloodline, as he clocks in at a massive 197 pounds. Most of this is muscle, built up from years and years of fighting for his life and the lives of his self-made family, and his stocky physique does nothing to slim his weight. He's got broad, sturdy shoulders partnered with large paws. His head itself is seemingly blocky and large, housing formidable fangs, his muzzle being broad and maybe a little flat. Einarr's facial structure is as blocky as the rest of him, and he has a resting bitch-face like nothing you've ever seen. His face is constantly twisted into a scowl or simply blank, and he's rarely, if ever, seen giving another expression. His coat could very easily be described as agouti, but Einarr just prefers to say that it's "dark", which it is. He garnered the genetics for his fur coloration from his mother, alongside his eyes of dark brown and darkened amber. His ears are large, pricked upwards, and slightly rounded at the tip. The scars upon the brutes body are numerous. Due to his thick coat, many are hidden from prying eyes, but some of the most obvious ones are upon his face, due to the shorter fur. His muzzle and the sides of his face are littered with bite marks, his audits being notched and a little tattered. He has a few slicing marks, which can be assumed to have come from bites or claws, upon his maw and the top of his head. His legs, too, show the ridges of scar tissue and the dips of old wounds. Some are slices or lines, whilst others may be snall nips, or they're large, gnashing bite marks. He looks as if someone simply grabbed him, and chose to gnaw on his face and legs. Upon his shoulders and flanks, a few ridges may be spotted every now and then, but the scarred males fur is so thick that it's difficult to see the marred complexion of his body. Personality: Einarr is, to put it lightly, aggressive. It is unusual if he isn't scowling, snarling, or glaring off into the distance. He doesn't take kindly to just about anything from anyone, and it's a wise decision to watch what you say, how you say it, and how loudly you say it if you're in his presence. He holds a commanding aura, and demands respect. If you don't give him the respect, he will give you reasons to respect him and not disobey him. The brute is strong in body and mind, with walls to keep others out that are practically unclimbable, and he doesn't let others get past his rough, angry exterior. Einarr projects anger and acrimony, both in his posture and the way he acts. He often has the top of his maw wrinkling, or face set into a scowl, to show his displeasure about things he dislikes. Which is just about everything. If he dislikes something you're doing, he's certainly going to let you know, and likely loudly. But even the definition of hostility knows when enough is enough, and when to shut up or stop a punishment. He might be angry, he might allow hatred and bitterness into his system as if it belongs there, but the male isn't an idiot. He isn't going to physically harm one of his own pack, or attack someone for simply existing. The gigantic male is territorial and protective. Of what? His family. His mate, his children, those that he loves. If you even look like you might attack them, he's going to attack you back. His family are just about the only canids that can get a hint of a smile, or perhaps a baritone chuckle, or a laugh--they see the softer side of him that the rest of the world thinks is a myth. History: Einarr was born in a similar predicament to a lot of dogs born on the streets. He was birthed into the stray life, and never bothered to envy the house dogs. If anything, Einarr found that he pitied them and their luxury lives. If they came onto his turf, became lost or strayed away from their owners, they'd get eaten alive before their first night was done. At least, that's what he thought. Growing up, he had a few other dogs. His mother, Divya, his sister and littermate, Slavica, and his older half-brother, Mani. Mani was the son of another male, and was two years old when Einarr and his sister were born. The first few months of his life were good. Very good. He noticed his own temper rising quicker than any of his families, his sister had taken after his mothers mellow attitude and his brother was more a thinker than anything physical due to his lacking size, and he often got into squabbles with the neighboring pups of another female. They lost constantly against his larger size, and prowess in fighting due to his near-constant wrestling with his sister. He gained scars early in life due to fighting with nearby pups, and even if his mother discouraged the attitude, it happened nonetheless. He gained more and more expertise, and could defend himself and his food from their onslaught of attacks whenever he gained some morsel of sustenance. The males life borderline fell apart when animal control came to their little camp, and took most of the dogs with them. His mother and siblings were taken, Slavica and himself being only five months old, and he didn't bother to check on the others that remained. In his head, it was now him against the world, and he was going to be damned if he would allow it to break him. He wandered alone for nearly a month, maybe a little over a month, before he met Aveta, a young dalmatian. He had been off in the sidelines for a few days, watching her siblings get picked up until her box of a home was practically torn apart. He'd had it completely when he saw humans hurting her for their own sick enjoyment. At the time when she was alone and no one would start at the marred complexion of the pup, he approached her, and a friendship was crafted. Einarr taught her the ways of the streets, the shortcuts and alleyways he knew of and they explored more together. He taught her how to steal, how to dig for food, how to fight. But he still handled most of the confrontations. He couldn't live with himself if she got hurt because he let her fight. He knew that she could handle herself, knew that she could fight and protect herself and she didn't need him as a bodygaurd (she reminds him enough that he'll never forget that fact). But will that stop him from stepping in and taking her place in almost every confrontation? No, it will not. Eventually, they got sick and tired of being chased away by groups of other dogs, being forced away from their food and temporary homes. So they started a pack. And then, as if life couldn't get worse, the virus struck and ruined them even more. Affiliations: Aveta (mate)--His mate is Aveta, and she owns his entire heart. He won't take kindly to others trying to take her from him, or trying to take him away from her. He cares for her deeply, having known her for years, since they were pups, and loves her with almost his entire heart. Some is reserved for his children, of course. Indra (daughter)--Indra is his daughter, one that matches him to a rather high extreme. She looks like him, acts like him, and might even be large like him. And, whilst he loves all of his children, each one has a special place in his heart, and he loves Indra very much. Kanako (daughter)--Kanako is his final daughter, for now (hehe). She is the only one that has taken almost entirely after Aveta in her coat, being a dalmatian also. Although it seems to only be coat, as Kanako echoes himself and Indra in size, unfortunately. But he loves her, and every time he looks at her, he is reminded of Aveta. He is glad that one of their children took after his mate, and that his genes didn't reign entirely supreme. Other: |
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Name: Juniper Age: 4 years old Gender: Female, Queen Species & Breed: Cat; Domestic Shorthair Owned or Stay: Owned until she was abandoned. Now Stray. Appearance: Juniper is a rather beautiful Queen dipped in a dark grey with lighter grey tabby markings on her mostly white pelt. Her eyes are a golden, her most prominent feature. Her nose is pink with a darker pink spot with black paw pads that were once smooth but now not so much due to her roaming the streets. Juniper's fur is short but rather soft and sleek. She is rather thin due to the lack of food she has had, her ribs slightly visable. Juniper is also on the smaller side of cats but not a dwarf cat. She keeps her fur nice and clean. Her voice is nice and medium, not too high or too low with a hint of rasp. 
Credit to Coccineus on DA 
Personality: Juniper comes across as very aloof and standoffish at first, trust doesn't come to easy for her anymore. She used to be known as calm and collected and very easygoing but every since the apocalypse everything has changed. She is very calculated and thinks before she acts, at this point she is just trying to survive. If she comes to care about someone she is very protective of them and will lay her life down for them. When she does open up, she comes off very caring and understanding. After what happened she has abandonment issues and if someone she cares for is gone for a long time she will overthink things and think that the left her forever like her owners did. Around kits she tends to be very motherly, affectionate, and will protect them at all costs. She's been living alone recently and is starting to feel very lonely. This Queen longs for a family of some kind but she is also afraid they'll just leave her. So she does find herself more clingy just because she doesn't want to be left behind again. Juniper is constantly trying to change herself because she wasn't good enough for her owners so she thinks she did something wrong. What Was Their Life Like Before?: Juniper lived with her owners since she was a kitten. She loved them with all her heart and she
thought they loved her too. That was until they moved away and left her behind in their house without any food or water. She waited about a week before giving up and accepting the fact that they weren't coming back. She suspects they left in fear of the apocalypse but she still wishes they cared enough to not leave her behind. Juniper was trapped for a long time before escaping after she found a hole in the attic. Ever since she has been moving around the town, eating scraps and finding shelter at night. Crush: None Mate: None Offspring: None Kin: None Affiliations: None (All open though, PM) Other: I used to like Dogs more but then a stray cat started coming to my front door everyday so now I like them both the same. 
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