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Design by Daisyvayle

edit #1: fixed the color palette.

• GENERAL INFORMATION >>

[Name:] Gandra - for her green eyes that reminded her mother of gooseberries, and Gandra is the Old English word for Gander. Gander can also mean goose. (My child isn't a bird plant.)

[Nickname(s):] Gan, Goosey, Gostling (only by those older than her by at least two years), Feather, Gooseberry

[Birth date:] August 13th, 2015

[Gender:] Queen

[Guild:] N/A

[Rank:] Wanderer (for now)

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• PERSONALITY >>

| Good trait
| Neutral trait
| Bad trait

[Trusting // Reliable // Helpful // Pushover // Worried // Candid // Scatterbrained ]

Reliable; "Oh, let me grab that for you real quick." If you need anything done, no matter the importance, Gandra can get it for you.

Helpful; "Would you like me to do anything? I wouldn't want to laze around when there's work to be done." Nobody could've said it better but herself. Gandra loves to care for others, and wouldn't pass up an oprotunity to be productive.

Candid; "Truly, I think this solution would work perfectly." Missy Gandra is wonderfull at letting people know what she thinks, and it really does contribute to things in the long run.

Trusting; "Wait, stranger! Would you possibly be able to
get this for me? Thanks much." Her being able to trust just about anybody can be a good thing to build others' self asteem and character, or it can be absolutely horrible because of some cats untrustworthy attitudes.

Pushover; "Alright then, have it your way." It's not always nice to behave passively, but when you're not the big guy, it's good to lie low.

Worried; "Oh no, that's absolutely awful!! Would you like some help??" Gandra is a mom.

Scatterbrained; "Great Cats of the Forest, where on earth did I put that?!" Oh wow, this sweet heart needs to learn a thing or two about being tidy. (Though, she does love to be organized, it's hard for her.)
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• PHYSICAL APPEARANCE >>
[Written appearance:] Gandra is an off-white colored Queen, and her fur carries various colors of orange and yellow stripes. She also has distinct dark gray patterns on her face, paws, sides, and tail.

[Breed:] mix
[Fur Length + Texture:] Slightly long, and very poofy. (Huggable)
[Size | Build:] Around 11 inches in height, and she is a very compact, stocky cat and not very lithe.
[Scent:] Roses and soft dust (if that makes sense?? It's like dusty, but non allergenic kind of? idk)
[Voice actor:] TBA

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• HISTORY >>
[Pre-group history:]

{Before Birth}
Arwen, a white and ginger furred tom lived the life of a housecat for his entire kitten life, but soon after moving away from his mother, father, and many sisters life became dull and without purpose. His people seemed almost lifeless and always sleepy. It wracked nevousness throughout him day and night. Soon he left for the city where he could roam and find his own living. When Arwen ventured upon his two year mark, he met a very handsome Queen, Circe. They fell in love within a heartbeat, and very quickly Circe was heavy with kittens. They tried to stay their lives together in the city, but food was sparse. The bluish-gray cat and her mate needed to be able to find prey while they could both still hunt for their future litter. Once they had ventured far, and they were almost worn to the core, Arwen had kept a look out for a suitable home. A deciduous forest lie not far ahead. Circe, sadly was not able to keep up with the work that Arwen could anymore. Arwen had boldly offered to hollow out the trunk of a very thick tree, but as time passed, Circe needed more and more comfort, and less and less work. Arwen kept on hunting till the days were over, and sharing precious time with his beautiful mate during the cold nights.
{After Birth}
Arwen was beside himself with worry for Circe and their kittens. Though no matter how much he fretted, the day came. It was blazing hot during the Summer season, and all the ginger tom could do was run about fetching water, and trying to shift the leaves of the branches within the trees to create shade for the blue queen. Hard work and every worry was forgotten by both cats as two kittens were brought safely into the world. The first, named Gandra, a queen, and their second, Kobe, a tom. Both parents were simply in bliss. Both of their kittens were absolutely wonderful. Gandra was a soft orange, white, and dark gray pelted young kitten, and Kobe was born a sandy and brown color as well as the same gray his sister had acquired. Both of them spent their first few months right by eachothers' sides. Their young life was easily put, very good.
{Young Kitty}
Kobe and Gandra learned from their parents how to hunt from an early age. They had wanted both of their kittens to be capable and ready if anything happened to them when they were older that they needed every life skill they could get. Kobe had always been better at hunting and fighting than Gandra, but that never really bothered her. She love, loved exploring the surrounding forest. Every single creature and life form intrigued her to a great amount. She knew to watch her step, making sure her paws didn't tread on anything of worth. A bright morning, sun filtered down, and Gandra stepped out from the warmpth and shade of her family's den in the worn down oak tree. Kobe had still been sleeping, and their mother too. Arwen was out hunting, but he probably would'nt catch her, if she strayed well away from his scent. Gandra followed the paths of nature as the leaves of the bushes let up for her to walk in the light wind. She got lost in the beautiful colors of the world, but wait.. Where was she? She frantically pawed around, worried of where to go. I could get even more lost, but I need to find my family! "Help!" Is the first thing Gandra could recall yowling out into the forest, "I'm lost!" The wind was picking up, and the young queen was practically crying on herself. Her father was out hunting, but his focus must've been on the prey. Though somewhere out in the sounds of the forest Arwen heard a faint mew. He listened again and again until he was certain. "Gandra!" He called out desperately.

* * * * *

Curled under her mother's long, blue-gray fur, Gandra shook and shook. the next part of her life was lived in worry, but while she was cautious, she still loved to have fun with Kobe. She did notice that he took particular heed to whatever she needed.
{Leaving the Den}
Gandra reached close to one and a half years old, and she and Circe began to quarrel. It was so bad that Gandra became very downtrodden and depressed at the time. The sandy ginger Queen needed time alone. She felt she couldn't get a break anywhere or at anytime. Kobe and Arwen were sad to see her leave, but Circe didn't seem to feel sympathy. Gandra would miss Kobe and her father very much, but little did she know, her younger brother set out on his own journey simply because he could not remain at home when his sister wasn'

[Group history:] TBA

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• TRIVIA / MISC. INFORMATION >>
[Trivia:]
- She loves the color of any flower in the wild.
- She would rather dwell in a plant-filled meadow than a dense forest.
[Likes:] the light, vines, flowers, plants, Kobe, Arwen
[Dislikes:] places hard to run, anything bland
[Fears:] strong winds, Circe, being around too many cats (over 10-12?)

[Orientation:] Straight

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• KINDRED >>
Arwen, Father, NPC
Circe, Mother, NPC
Kobe, Brother, NPC

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• RELATIONSHIPS >>
Neutral/Unsure
Suspicious of
Irritated with
In argument with
Acquainted with
Friend
Close friend
Best friend
Attracted to
Crush
Jealous of
Protective of
Dislike
Hate/despise
Love/like family
Love/romantically
Respect
Look up to
Mate
Kyflu Guild
-
-
-
Kishimi Guild
-
-
-
Wanderers and Housepets
-
-
-

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• ROLEPLAY INFORMATION >>

[RP Example:] Morninglight stepped out of the medicine cat den, which she had harboured within for at least three days. Foxtracks had been sure she had whitecough, but it was a simple cold that she had tried to shrug off. It was a wonderful feeling to stretch her muscles again, and Morning figured she would try to find someone to hunt with. The fresh kill pile could use a bit of beefing up. Her green eyes wandered around camp and set on Chanterellefur. "Chanterellefur!" She called, desperate to start running around again. She made her way quickly toward the ginger tom, not wanting to waste time.

[Skype:] No
[Chats:] Maybe, but it's not very likely
[Notes:] Absolutely
[Comments:] Sure

Description

Design by Daisyvayle

edit #1: fixed the color palette.

• GENERAL INFORMATION >>

[Name:] Gandra - for her green eyes that reminded her mother of gooseberries, and Gandra is the Old English word for Gander. Gander can also mean goose. (My child isn't a bird plant.)

[Nickname(s):] Gan, Goosey, Gostling (only by those older than her by at least two years), Feather, Gooseberry

[Birth date:] August 13th, 2015

[Gender:] Queen

[Guild:] N/A

[Rank:] Wanderer (for now)

--
• PERSONALITY >>

| Good trait
| Neutral trait
| Bad trait

[Trusting // Reliable // Helpful // Pushover // Worried // Candid // Scatterbrained ]

Reliable; "Oh, let me grab that for you real quick." If you need anything done, no matter the importance, Gandra can get it for you.

Helpful; "Would you like me to do anything? I wouldn't want to laze around when there's work to be done." Nobody could've said it better but herself. Gandra loves to care for others, and wouldn't pass up an oprotunity to be productive.

Candid; "Truly, I think this solution would work perfectly." Missy Gandra is wonderfull at letting people know what she thinks, and it really does contribute to things in the long run.

Trusting; "Wait, stranger! Would you possibly be able to
get this for me? Thanks much." Her being able to trust just about anybody can be a good thing to build others' self asteem and character, or it can be absolutely horrible because of some cats untrustworthy attitudes.

Pushover; "Alright then, have it your way." It's not always nice to behave passively, but when you're not the big guy, it's good to lie low.

Worried; "Oh no, that's absolutely awful!! Would you like some help??" Gandra is a mom.

Scatterbrained; "Great Cats of the Forest, where on earth did I put that?!" Oh wow, this sweet heart needs to learn a thing or two about being tidy. (Though, she does love to be organized, it's hard for her.)
--
• PHYSICAL APPEARANCE >>
[Written appearance:] Gandra is an off-white colored Queen, and her fur carries various colors of orange and yellow stripes. She also has distinct dark gray patterns on her face, paws, sides, and tail.

[Breed:] mix
[Fur Length + Texture:] Slightly long, and very poofy. (Huggable)
[Size | Build:] Around 11 inches in height, and she is a very compact, stocky cat and not very lithe.
[Scent:] Roses and soft dust (if that makes sense?? It's like dusty, but non allergenic kind of? idk)
[Voice actor:] TBA

--
• HISTORY >>
[Pre-group history:]

{Before Birth}
Arwen, a white and ginger furred tom lived the life of a housecat for his entire kitten life, but soon after moving away from his mother, father, and many sisters life became dull and without purpose. His people seemed almost lifeless and always sleepy. It wracked nevousness throughout him day and night. Soon he left for the city where he could roam and find his own living. When Arwen ventured upon his two year mark, he met a very handsome Queen, Circe. They fell in love within a heartbeat, and very quickly Circe was heavy with kittens. They tried to stay their lives together in the city, but food was sparse. The bluish-gray cat and her mate needed to be able to find prey while they could both still hunt for their future litter. Once they had ventured far, and they were almost worn to the core, Arwen had kept a look out for a suitable home. A deciduous forest lie not far ahead. Circe, sadly was not able to keep up with the work that Arwen could anymore. Arwen had boldly offered to hollow out the trunk of a very thick tree, but as time passed, Circe needed more and more comfort, and less and less work. Arwen kept on hunting till the days were over, and sharing precious time with his beautiful mate during the cold nights.
{After Birth}
Arwen was beside himself with worry for Circe and their kittens. Though no matter how much he fretted, the day came. It was blazing hot during the Summer season, and all the ginger tom could do was run about fetching water, and trying to shift the leaves of the branches within the trees to create shade for the blue queen. Hard work and every worry was forgotten by both cats as two kittens were brought safely into the world. The first, named Gandra, a queen, and their second, Kobe, a tom. Both parents were simply in bliss. Both of their kittens were absolutely wonderful. Gandra was a soft orange, white, and dark gray pelted young kitten, and Kobe was born a sandy and brown color as well as the same gray his sister had acquired. Both of them spent their first few months right by eachothers' sides. Their young life was easily put, very good.
{Young Kitty}
Kobe and Gandra learned from their parents how to hunt from an early age. They had wanted both of their kittens to be capable and ready if anything happened to them when they were older that they needed every life skill they could get. Kobe had always been better at hunting and fighting than Gandra, but that never really bothered her. She love, loved exploring the surrounding forest. Every single creature and life form intrigued her to a great amount. She knew to watch her step, making sure her paws didn't tread on anything of worth. A bright morning, sun filtered down, and Gandra stepped out from the warmpth and shade of her family's den in the worn down oak tree. Kobe had still been sleeping, and their mother too. Arwen was out hunting, but he probably would'nt catch her, if she strayed well away from his scent. Gandra followed the paths of nature as the leaves of the bushes let up for her to walk in the light wind. She got lost in the beautiful colors of the world, but wait.. Where was she? She frantically pawed around, worried of where to go. I could get even more lost, but I need to find my family! "Help!" Is the first thing Gandra could recall yowling out into the forest, "I'm lost!" The wind was picking up, and the young queen was practically crying on herself. Her father was out hunting, but his focus must've been on the prey. Though somewhere out in the sounds of the forest Arwen heard a faint mew. He listened again and again until he was certain. "Gandra!" He called out desperately.

* * * * *

Curled under her mother's long, blue-gray fur, Gandra shook and shook. the next part of her life was lived in worry, but while she was cautious, she still loved to have fun with Kobe. She did notice that he took particular heed to whatever she needed.
{Leaving the Den}
Gandra reached close to one and a half years old, and she and Circe began to quarrel. It was so bad that Gandra became very downtrodden and depressed at the time. The sandy ginger Queen needed time alone. She felt she couldn't get a break anywhere or at anytime. Kobe and Arwen were sad to see her leave, but Circe didn't seem to feel sympathy. Gandra would miss Kobe and her father very much, but little did she know, her younger brother set out on his own journey simply because he could not remain at home when his sister wasn'

[Group history:] TBA

--
• TRIVIA / MISC. INFORMATION >>
[Trivia:]
- She loves the color of any flower in the wild.
- She would rather dwell in a plant-filled meadow than a dense forest.
[Likes:] the light, vines, flowers, plants, Kobe, Arwen
[Dislikes:] places hard to run, anything bland
[Fears:] strong winds, Circe, being around too many cats (over 10-12?)

[Orientation:] Straight

--
• KINDRED >>
Arwen, Father, NPC
Circe, Mother, NPC
Kobe, Brother, NPC

--
• RELATIONSHIPS >>
Neutral/Unsure
Suspicious of
Irritated with
In argument with
Acquainted with
Friend
Close friend
Best friend
Attracted to
Crush
Jealous of
Protective of
Dislike
Hate/despise
Love/like family
Love/romantically
Respect
Look up to
Mate
Kyflu Guild
-
-
-
Kishimi Guild
-
-
-
Wanderers and Housepets
-
-
-

--
• ROLEPLAY INFORMATION >>

[RP Example:] Morninglight stepped out of the medicine cat den, which she had harboured within for at least three days. Foxtracks had been sure she had whitecough, but it was a simple cold that she had tried to shrug off. It was a wonderful feeling to stretch her muscles again, and Morning figured she would try to find someone to hunt with. The fresh kill pile could use a bit of beefing up. Her green eyes wandered around camp and set on Chanterellefur. "Chanterellefur!" She called, desperate to start running around again. She made her way quickly toward the ginger tom, not wanting to waste time.

[Skype:] No
[Chats:] Maybe, but it's not very likely
[Notes:] Absolutely
[Comments:] Sure