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Description
Name: Ambrosette

Gender: Female

Age: 1 1/2 years old

Breed: Balinese (more or less )

Rank: Paladine

Alliance: Kukiril

Current Path Colour:
||Purple Path||
Negative Influence|
Positive Influence|

Starting Path Colour: blue

Total No. Of Colour Shifts: One

No. Of in group Colour Shifts:None

History: Ambrosette was born to two non-pathing cats who hadn't pledged allegiance to any alliances. She had a littermate, Cambridge. Cambridge and Ambrosette were raised by their parents, Reilly and Homer. The little family sub-unit lived on the edge of the Kukiril's territory, until Ambrosette's mark labeling her as able to path-find appeared when she turned 8 months old. At this, her parents ostracized her, unsure and afraid of her abilities. It seemed to her that they favored Cambridge, causing her to withdraw mentally. In the night, they finally deserted her. Without an ally to watch her back, she was soon subjected to be the hell-hounds favorite culion to chase. Exhausted and near starvation, she was found by a pair of Kukiril paladines. The she-cat named Imp persuaded the young Ambrossette to follow her back to camp. When Ambrossette croaked out her story of abandonent The downy gray-furred paladine explained the gist of pathing. Her brother, Quazi, a handsome reddish brown tabby, had a particular dislike to her, and once Otis permitted Ambrossette to become a member, he bullied her every time she was alone with him, reminding her time and time again that her family left her for dead. Upon realizing this, Imp intervened, acting as the buffer whenever he took Ambrossette out on patrol.
Imp went out on patrol by herself, but never came back. Quazi led a search party and found Imp's body, the stench of human surrounding the area. Quazi, in a fit of rage, used negative path finding to kill the human who murdered Imp. He was promptly exhiled, and not a whisper was heard from him after. Since Imp and Quazi were the only ones who really spoke to her, Ambrossette was thrown back into the depths of loneliness, her lingering insecurities holding her back. She's a long way from coming out of her shell, but just the right touch will get her going.

Personality:|Multiple 'personalities'|Withdrawn|Loyal|Jealous|Vivacious|Quick-Witted|
Multiple 'personalities': she acts differently, depending on who is around her. When in an unfamiliar environment, she tends to sit back and observe, not making a comment herself, but when surrounded by friends, she will probably be the wildest of them all.
Withdrawn: She will not be compelled to associate with cats she doesn't know. She tends to trail off, mumble, or give monosyllabic answers when engaging in a conversation with another cat who she isn't friends with, making it hard to expand on her social life ^.^'. If you want her friendship, you have to earn it. But it'll be worth it. Usually when meeting new cats, she does best when an existing friend is there to mediate.
Loyal: Once you gain her friendship, Ambrosette will keep strictly to her word. Friendships with her are more solid than cement. Having not been a social butterfly, she works tirelessly to keep, strengthen, and grow her few relationships.
Jealous: Due to her thinking her parents 'loved' Cambridge more than her, she tends to get jealous, especially if you compare her against another culion. Being jealous can lead her to make a sharp remark, a bothersome habit which can get her in a tight spot.
Vivacious: Around those she trusts, her personality comes to life, and she becomes much like a kit, full of energy, and rather quirky. With such a lively personality, she will run around, crazy antics a part of her. But that's what's charming about her :3
Quick-witted: Ambrosette's smart. Very tactical. Despite being rather weak, she's quick and clever, giving her an advantage. She tends to use her surrounding to aid her in a fight, such as using a tree as a brace when leaping at her opponent (if that makes sense). She analyzes things critically before making decisions... most of the time anyways. She's also very observant, so if anything is out of order, it'll catch her attention quickly.
Family:
Cambridge: Brother
Reilly: Mother
Homer: Father

Relationships:

Hate
Dislike
Acquaintance
Friend
Good Friend
Famiy
Crush
Love
Unsure
Rather be avoided
Rival

RP example:
Quail entered the desolate clearing, a chirruping bird the only solace for the lonely loner. Her yellow eyes traced the outline of the clouds on the horizon, squinting as a liquidy ray of sun peeked over the lip of a particularly puffy cloud.
She hobbled to her favored spot, along the roots of a beech, its reaching limbs casting ample shadows despite the leaf-bare clothes it bore. Sitting down, she bit her lip to suppress the whimper of pain as she tucked her left hind leg under her haunches. Or what was left anyways. The scarred stump of a limb brought constant shame and self-consciousness to the black and white loner. She couldn't bear anyone to see it. The burden of protecting her little secret affected her heavily, her first line of defence a lack of socilizing, her second a bitter tongue. That assured that no one would know.
Her self imposed prison was slowly driving her insane, the endless circling of protection and lonesomeness. A squeaky voice escaped her muzzle as she sang a dithering tune to her audience of zero, the sky becoming a patchwork of blue and white as the clouds cleared out. Another day, just as any other...

Description
Name: Ambrosette

Gender: Female

Age: 1 1/2 years old

Breed: Balinese (more or less )

Rank: Paladine

Alliance: Kukiril

Current Path Colour:
||Purple Path||
Negative Influence|
Positive Influence|

Starting Path Colour: blue

Total No. Of Colour Shifts: One

No. Of in group Colour Shifts:None

History: Ambrosette was born to two non-pathing cats who hadn't pledged allegiance to any alliances. She had a littermate, Cambridge. Cambridge and Ambrosette were raised by their parents, Reilly and Homer. The little family sub-unit lived on the edge of the Kukiril's territory, until Ambrosette's mark labeling her as able to path-find appeared when she turned 8 months old. At this, her parents ostracized her, unsure and afraid of her abilities. It seemed to her that they favored Cambridge, causing her to withdraw mentally. In the night, they finally deserted her. Without an ally to watch her back, she was soon subjected to be the hell-hounds favorite culion to chase. Exhausted and near starvation, she was found by a pair of Kukiril paladines. The she-cat named Imp persuaded the young Ambrossette to follow her back to camp. When Ambrossette croaked out her story of abandonent The downy gray-furred paladine explained the gist of pathing. Her brother, Quazi, a handsome reddish brown tabby, had a particular dislike to her, and once Otis permitted Ambrossette to become a member, he bullied her every time she was alone with him, reminding her time and time again that her family left her for dead. Upon realizing this, Imp intervened, acting as the buffer whenever he took Ambrossette out on patrol.
Imp went out on patrol by herself, but never came back. Quazi led a search party and found Imp's body, the stench of human surrounding the area. Quazi, in a fit of rage, used negative path finding to kill the human who murdered Imp. He was promptly exhiled, and not a whisper was heard from him after. Since Imp and Quazi were the only ones who really spoke to her, Ambrossette was thrown back into the depths of loneliness, her lingering insecurities holding her back. She's a long way from coming out of her shell, but just the right touch will get her going.

Personality:|Multiple 'personalities'|Withdrawn|Loyal|Jealous|Vivacious|Quick-Witted|
Multiple 'personalities': she acts differently, depending on who is around her. When in an unfamiliar environment, she tends to sit back and observe, not making a comment herself, but when surrounded by friends, she will probably be the wildest of them all.
Withdrawn: She will not be compelled to associate with cats she doesn't know. She tends to trail off, mumble, or give monosyllabic answers when engaging in a conversation with another cat who she isn't friends with, making it hard to expand on her social life ^.^'. If you want her friendship, you have to earn it. But it'll be worth it. Usually when meeting new cats, she does best when an existing friend is there to mediate.
Loyal: Once you gain her friendship, Ambrosette will keep strictly to her word. Friendships with her are more solid than cement. Having not been a social butterfly, she works tirelessly to keep, strengthen, and grow her few relationships.
Jealous: Due to her thinking her parents 'loved' Cambridge more than her, she tends to get jealous, especially if you compare her against another culion. Being jealous can lead her to make a sharp remark, a bothersome habit which can get her in a tight spot.
Vivacious: Around those she trusts, her personality comes to life, and she becomes much like a kit, full of energy, and rather quirky. With such a lively personality, she will run around, crazy antics a part of her. But that's what's charming about her :3
Quick-witted: Ambrosette's smart. Very tactical. Despite being rather weak, she's quick and clever, giving her an advantage. She tends to use her surrounding to aid her in a fight, such as using a tree as a brace when leaping at her opponent (if that makes sense). She analyzes things critically before making decisions... most of the time anyways. She's also very observant, so if anything is out of order, it'll catch her attention quickly.
Family:
Cambridge: Brother
Reilly: Mother
Homer: Father

Relationships:

Hate
Dislike
Acquaintance
Friend
Good Friend
Famiy
Crush
Love
Unsure
Rather be avoided
Rival

RP example:
Quail entered the desolate clearing, a chirruping bird the only solace for the lonely loner. Her yellow eyes traced the outline of the clouds on the horizon, squinting as a liquidy ray of sun peeked over the lip of a particularly puffy cloud.
She hobbled to her favored spot, along the roots of a beech, its reaching limbs casting ample shadows despite the leaf-bare clothes it bore. Sitting down, she bit her lip to suppress the whimper of pain as she tucked her left hind leg under her haunches. Or what was left anyways. The scarred stump of a limb brought constant shame and self-consciousness to the black and white loner. She couldn't bear anyone to see it. The burden of protecting her little secret affected her heavily, her first line of defence a lack of socilizing, her second a bitter tongue. That assured that no one would know.
Her self imposed prison was slowly driving her insane, the endless circling of protection and lonesomeness. A squeaky voice escaped her muzzle as she sang a dithering tune to her audience of zero, the sky becoming a patchwork of blue and white as the clouds cleared out. Another day, just as any other...