FESTER, loner kit

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n a m e : Fester
a g e : Not Applicable
g e n d e r : She-cat
s t a t u s : Unborn
r e s i d e n c e : Rogue Loft

d e s c r i p t i o n .

Fester is not a large or outgoing kit. She is not immediately obvious to many in her presence, even when they are looking directly at her. This is not because of superb stealth or camouflage, but rather it is because of the utter stillness with which she usually holds herself. She is not a sneaky kit, not in the sense of the word. She doesn't move with deliberate quiet, nor does she make an effort to go unnoticed by her peers. She is simply very lethargic, rarely ever moving so much as a whisker unless there is a very good reason. When she does move, it is usually with painstaking, deliberate slowness, as if she simply cannot move any faster than an absolute crawl. She hardly seems to walk at all, rather gliding noiselessly over the forest floor like a snake, or a ghost.

Despite the leisurely pace at which she moves, it is not uncommon for her to sneak up on other cats, most often startling them out of their wits when they finally notice her standing nearby, staring with her usual blank expression. There is nothing warm about Fester's countenance, and nothing cold or angry either. It is simply utterly lacking in emotion, so devoid of any recognizable expression that it hardly seems like the face of a cat at all. This causes some to feel... unsettled, when they look at her, though the reasons aren't quite clear. Possibly it has to do with her flat, long-lidded gaze, those deep, sea green eyes that never seem to blink. When they look at you, it just tends to pierce through the fur and send shivers down your spine.

Small and scrawny, Fester was born half a moon after four of her siblings, and as a result never got quite enough milk during the time that she was nursing. It was hard to compete with four older kits and one other her own age for resources, and she ended up getting left behind for the most part. Her fur is short, yet somehow messy, riddled with dark ginger tabby stripes that are reminiscent of fresh blood. Usually she can be seen lurking behind her brother Bone like an eerie shadow, just sort of hovering in his general vicinity for no reason that anyone can tell. There are rare occasions when she can move quite quickly, reacting with startling speed when the situation calls for it. But most of the time she is just her usual slow... impassive..... disquieting........ self.

p e r s o n a l i t y .

Fester is not your typical bubbly, hyperactive kit. She is not energetic, she is not troublesome, and she isn't really all that friendly either. Rather, she seems to exist in a state of constant boredom and lethargy, to the extent that one wonders how she musters the energy to wake up in the morning. This likely has a great deal to do with her mother, without whom she would likely never do anything at all. When Wynter gives an order, Fester obeys, albeit slowly. It might be because of the love she feels for her mother, or loyalty to the one who raised her. Or, it might be because she doesn't really care enough to bother to disagree on any point her mother makes. At first she simply obeyed Wynter because she was too young to see any alternative, and then because she didn't feel like chancing a disagreement. Eventually she simply got used to it, and accepted the white she-cat's dominion as another fact of life. It was one she could live with, so she never felt the need to question it.

This is almost certainly true, especially since it's not guaranteed by any means that Fester even feels any love for anyone at all. She spends most of her time around Bone, tending to gravitate towards him whenever he is nearby, but she doesn't make an effort to speak to him any more than to any other cat, and it seems likely that she simply remains by him out of familiarity, and perhaps in order to fill in the personality characteristics which she lacks. Charisma and arrogance are only two of the many strong emotions that she never seems to display, so by being near her littermate, she benefits indirectly from his more outgoing characteristics. It is almost as if she has no emotions to call her own, and merely feeds off of those of other cats... but no, that's too creepy, even for her. Fester has an odd way of speaking, although she says so little it's rare that you'll ever notice. Her voice rasps and whispers, rattling in her chest like she is chronically ill, or perhaps already dying. She also likes do drag out her words, especially favoring fricative consonants (such as s, th, and y), resulting in speech that is every bit as slow and unnerving as her mannerisms.

h i s t o r y .

Fester's life began- oh wait, it hasn't yet. Carry on, then.

m o t h e r : Wynter
f a t h e r : Phoenix
s i s t e r s : Freeze . Blood . Rat
b r o t h e r s : Plague . Bone
h a l f - b r o t h e r : Smokepaw
g r e a t . a u n t : Doveheart

o t h e r .

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[Yoko]

Technically, she's been born. =S You want me to rp out the birth?

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Oh, I didn't realize Wynter had given birth since you didn't make a thread... actually, has she even been accepted?