ragh might edit this at some point cause this was written whilst i was very tired (expect butchered grammar fr) stuffed her ref in the project… ◦ Prefix - Acantha ◦ Age [In moons] - 45 moons ◦ Gender + sexuality - AFAB | she/her | demisexual + bisexual ◦ Personality + indomitable, stalwart, stoical - pragmatic, austere, laconic = truculent, rancorous, implacable ◦ Appearance: A pale beige coat marred with irregular splotches and mismatched legs of brown and cream. Coat thick and fluffy in various places, hiding a muscular but lean build. Eyes a sharp olive green. She stands at the height of 14”. ◦ Other [anything else that should be known about your character] - nyuhuh ◦ Which rank are you applying for? - berserker ◦ Why are you applying for that rank? - i’m applying for this rank as it implies that the character will have a personality that i don’t explore very much, so i generally thought it’d be a fun experience. the overall concept of this rank wooed me www ◦ Activity level - 8/10 ◦ How will your character handle being that rank? - Acantha would handle this role with pointblank strictness. Enforcing things that need to be with aggression. Her way of carrying things out may be categorized as cruel, but that is all she knows. ◦ A roleplay example of your character [Can be performing the duties of that rank, dealing with a problem, etc.]: [if a fight were to break out within the camp between clan members] A sharp “tsk” left her maw, which was scrunched up with distaste. Two insolent cats were tussling over a petty argument, claws and fangs being thrown about. Her paws hit the ground with a dull thud as she maneuvered to the dispute. Stress didn’t grasp her mind, only disgust. Why waste your energy because of hurt feelings over futile words, when you could aim your anger at that wretched redwoodclan… “Enough,” she rasped out as if she were ending a conversation. Voice low, flat, and devoid of any warmth. Though the fighting cats didn’t pay any mind to her words, as they were too enthralled in their yowling and trading of blows. The instigator of this dispute was attempting to lunge, teeth barred, preparing to bite. Her eye twitched ever so slightly as she moved in. The cat was met with explosive forced, as Acantha shoved her frame into their’s. The force of the blow made the cat tumble. Acantha’s head snapped to the cat left standing, gaze piercing like a silent threat. “Wasting your energy on something so… petty? Save your claws for redwoodclan.” She hissed out through clenched fangs. Allowing the silence after her words to settle before turning to walk away with rigid posture. ◦ General rules codeword - saving grace (kirby) ◦ WisteriaClan codeword - her view of them is filled with festering distaste and malice. it will be a bitter eternal kind of resentment. » Song featured is Empty (NASTYONA) Starter: ✧ ೃ༄ ❝ ✧ can’t escape the madness, baby, magnetism ✧ ❞ ೃ༄ ❀ ➽ ✦ ⤶ [ Acantha ] ✾ ‧₊˚ ➽ ✩ ⤶ [ 45 M ] ❃ ‧₊˚ ➽ ✿ ⤶ [ she/her ] ❀ ‧₊˚ ➽ ❃ ⤶ [ RP TYPE ] ✧ ‧₊˚ ✦ ⤶ [ Username ] ✩ ‧₊˚ *࿐ ⋆.ೃ࿔✰༄ ✿ *ੈ✩ ☕︎ ⬎ ⤶ now typing... ✧ ೃ༄ ❁ ➽
