TFV || Plume

hnnng so I decided I want to use Curly in TFV and TBT. I've seen other people do it so let's hope I don't get too confused XD

.Physical Information.

.Name.

Plume

 

.Name Origin .

Given to her by her mother for her thick and plumy pelt.

 

.Nicknames. 

Curly (A Tease-Name), Ploo (Given to her by Joey)

 

.DOB.

November 21^st 2012

 

.Age.

11 moons

 

.Breed.

%50 LaPerm, %35 Ragdoll, %15 Turkish Van, %5 Unknown/Mixed

 

.Gender.

Female

 

.Region.

Traveler (moves about the valley)

.Appearance.

.General.

Plume is a small, lean caliby she-cat with distinctive curly fur.

 

.Pelt.

Her pelt is pure, snowy white, with diluted cream and gray caliby patches on her tail and cream patches on her ears. Faintly darker stripes run through the patches.

 

.Pelt Length/Texture. 

Her pelt is very long yet thin, and has a thick, distinctive curl to it. It makes it quite a hassle to groom and isn't exactly smooth, but she manages to keep it clean.

 

.Eyes.

Her right eye is a shade of dark forest green, and her left eyes is a pale shade of purple-ish blue, due to a mutation.

 

.Scent.

She has a very sharp, chilled scent of the mountains, with a soft hint of herbs under it, as she is is often visiting Mender's to help with her paws and the various scratches she gets from fights with others.

 

.Size.

She is still very young, and is small enough to walk under an average sized tomcat's belly.

 

.Voice.

TBA

 

.Specifics.

As stated before, her fur is curled. She also has cream tufts at the end of her ears. Her paw pads are bruised and scarred from her constant travelling and jumping up and down from trees. Also, from her fights for food, Plume has a thin scars on her belly, chest, neck and thigh, although since her fur is so thick they are well hidden other than when grooming.

.Sexuality.

.Orientation.

Bisexaul with a preference for she-cats

 

.Preferences .

Plume simply loves passive, submissive characters. She loves feeling dominate in a relationship. If there's any sort of conflict or head-butting over who is in charge in a relationship with her, it most likely won't last very long. She also has a thing for blue and amber eyes, and contrasting pelts of black and white, or dark tabbies with white. 

 

.Activity. 

She lost her virginity not too long ago.

.Brief History.

.Kithood.

Plume's mother, Kite, was very submissive and so much of a push-over she could hardly ever keep any tom in her paws without him going off and sleeping with other she-cats. So, when she finally got pregnant, she decided to use it against her newest mate, Thistle, in order to get him to be loyal to her. Thistle was a very strong, abusive mate, although with his kits on the line, he stayed with Kite and hunted for her, protected her, and made sure she was well and alive. He couldn't bring himself to care about her himself, only his unborn kin. So when Plume was finally brought into the world on snowy fall evening, he was never happier. He spoiled her, often spending time with her and continuing to neglect his mate. Kite didn't mind the abuse; she was simply happy she was safe and had a beautiful daughter.

 

However, the abuse that Thistle showed towards his mate hadn't gone unnoticed by their daughter. Plume watched how when Thistle would claw or bite Kite, she would listen and do as he asked, and grew up believing this is how it worked. This is how her biting habit formed. Whenever she was hungry she would bite at her mother's ears or limbs, and, since she was around that age, her mother simply thought she was teething and passed it off as a phase. It never passed, but she never minded.

 

When she was nearing 7 moons of age, Plume began exploring and going out to hunt on her own; teaching herself by watching Thistle hunt and developing her own style. Her mother wasn't too pleased about this, as it would mean her daughter would soon be going off to live on her own, and their family would fall apart yet again. Kite tried to talk her into staying in the den, and to stop hunting and stay safe at home with her mother, but her pleas only made Plume want to do it more, obviously. The topic brought up a fight between Kite and Thistle, and in the middle of the heated argument Plume slipped out of the den and bolted into the woods, to go live on her own. She heard from her mother how she left the den when she was about her age, so why would she want her daughter to stay with her longer? She deserved to go live her own life, just like her mother!

 

.Adolescents.

Plume spent most of her time high up in trees; where it was most safest from badgers, foxes and the other dangers of the valley. Since her hunting skills were still so full when she left home,she was forced to sometimes fight for her food, even in the summer, when the prey was just beginning to leave their dens and breed. The small she-cat often spent time with other kind strangers, mostly just for shelter and protection, but it was nice to have a few friends in the harsh valley. She never stayed in one place for too long, and thus friendly faces went almost as soon as they came.

 

On night, when she was with a rather open and talkative tomcat, she learned about something she'd never heard of before; mating. He explained how it worked and his first time, and thus, her small fascination began. Despite her interest purely in she-cats, what the tom described seemed a bit easier to obtain at the moment, and managed to seduce him and the two mated. Since Plume had never had her first heat, she never conceived, and the next morning she left the tom and went back to traveling the valley.

 

Only a few days later, after slipping off of an icy branch and twisting her paw, Plume met a particular pair. Tulip, a furless mender, and her "student", Joey. Although she never truly liked spending time with others, Plume had to admit that she was oddly attracted to Tulip's soft skin and personality, and Joey's slight obnoxiousness. She still finds herself with the need to travel, but if always going out of her way to stay near the two.

 

.Early Adulthood. 

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.Relationships.

[ ] Love

.Joey.

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.Tulip.

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. Jonah .

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.Personality.

. Vain . Competitive . Loyal . Stubborn . Self-Centered . Proud . Naive . Affectionate . Manipulative

.Vain.

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.Competitive. 

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.Loyal.

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. Stubborn.

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.Self-Centered.

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.Proud.

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.Naive.

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.Affectionate.

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.Manipulative.

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.Extras.

.Pathological Liar.

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.Sensitive Ears.

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.Likes.

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.Dislikes.

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.Obsessions. 

she has a very bad biting problem

watch your ears

.Role Play Example.

The presence of a new voice reached her tufted, pointed ears, forcing the diluted feline to bring her attention from the scenery to the source; a tall, dark striped tomcat standing surprisingly close. Although his tone was casual enough for one to think they’ve known each other like littermates, this tomcat was a complete stranger to her. His striped face was as foreign as his voice, and despite not seeming immediately threatening, made the female’s ears turn and press against her skull, meanwhile raising her spine and curled pelt to make herself appear larger than she was in actuality. The frost-bitten grass crunched under her slight paws as she turned to face this newcomer.

 

The young voyager felt a bit of burning butterflies in her stomach; formed from the embarrassment of being caught in a daze such as that. How was she meant to protect herself when some mouse-brained rouge could sneak up on her without even attempting to? ”What do you want?” Her words tumbled out of her mouth in a sharp spit, and moved her mutated diminished shade of violet eyes to focus on the stranger’s cold, frosted beryl eyes. As she threw her words at him, the lean, muscular she-cat allowed her fur to fall flat against her skin once more, or as flat as it could be while maintaining its thick curls. This outsider didn’t appear to be a threat, at least not presently. Although, if he would attempt to step over the border or come any closer to her, Plume knew she wouldn’t hesitate to give him a few scars to remember her by. Unlike the other cats in the vase valley, the pale caliby wasn’t compassionate to wanderers, and most certainly did not want to deal with one today.

 

While the celestial body in the sky was slowly dipping its way below the skyline, the tall shadows along the barren hilly earth were darkening and stretching out further, almost reaching the inexperienced deputy's toes. With the twilight came the nightly breezes, chilling the land and giving a soft hush howl over the land, along with the moaning of the not-too far off old maple trees. The setting could almost be seen as romantic to some, although here with some arrogant-seeming tabby, it only managed to raise the muted torishell's temper.