❛ lullabykit is the eldest of the litter .
⠀soft grey fur adorned with light brown and dark grey
⠀ blankets over the toms strong body .
⠀he has vivid blueish green eyes .
⠀a few braids , braided by his sister , drape from his fur . ❜

⠀⠀⠀⸝ ⸝ litter description



⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　　　　.　　　ﾟ .　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　✦ 　　　　　,　　　　　　　.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　.
.　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　✦⠀　   　　　,　　　　　　　　　*
　　　　　⠀　　　　⠀　　,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　 　　⠀　　　⠀.　
　　˚　　　⠀　⠀  　　,　　　　　　.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　.
　　　　　　*⠀　　⠀  　　　　　⠀✦⠀　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　.　　　.　　　　.　　　⠀　　　　　　　　　　　.　　　　　　　
　　　˚　　　　　　　　ﾟ　　　　　. 　.⠀　　⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀,
　　　*　　⠀.　　　　　.　　　　　　　　　　⠀✦
　˚　　　　　　　　　　　　　　*
.⠀ 　　　　　　　　　　.　　　　　　　　.
　　　　　✦⠀　   　　　,　　    　　　　　　　　.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀✦ ⠀ ⠀　　　　　　　　　　　　　　⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀* ⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✦⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　　　　　　　　　.　　　ﾟ .　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　✦ 　　　　　,　　　　　　　.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　.
.　　　　　　　　　　　　　. 　　✦⠀　   　　　,　　　　　　　　　*
　　　　　⠀　　　　⠀　　,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.　　　　　 　　⠀　　　⠀.　
　　˚　　　⠀　⠀  　　,　　　　　　.
　　　　　　　　　　　　　.
　　　　　　*⠀　　⠀  　　　　　⠀✦⠀　
　　　　　　*　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　.
　　　　.　　　　.　　　
　　　　　　　　　　　.
　　　　　　　
　　　˚　　　　　　　　ﾟ　　　　　.
　.⠀　⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀‍⠀,
　　　　　✦⠀　   　　　
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀



╭────────────── ─ ─ ⋆˚࿔

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀0 1⠀⛆⠀about me
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵‿୨ Luka
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ rp ⋮ main ⋮ sys
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ he 〃 him
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ Hey, I'm Luka, host of The Circuit System. I enjoy reading, writing, drawing, climbing, playing football, science, gaming and developing games myself, watching Star Wars and getting way too many hyperfixations. I got an amazing boyfriend who I love very much <3

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵‿୨ activity
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ 7 〃 10
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ I'm a rather active roleplayer who spends a lot of time on scratch (way too much time…). I find joy in roleplaying my beloved characters so I do that at least twice a week, even during school or when I got other more important things to do. I kind of use it as an escape from reality and distract myself from bad thoughts by roleplaying. I'm mostly active from 8 am to 1 pm GMT- also, I have access to over three devices, and only one of them has restrictions through time limits, so I'll always find a way lol. School has started again and I'm actually locking in this year, so my activity may drop a bit. Additionally, I'm applying for a boarding school (focused on science) as we speak, and that means more extra work. Yay.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵‿୨ experience
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ 8 〃 10
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ I started roleplaying about six years ago and have been hopping from roleplay to roleplay since then. My first character was Iciclestripe in a now nonexistent roleplay :3 I'm not only a scratch roleplayer- I have characters on warriorcatsonline and warriorcatsarpg. However, Generations and The Five Clans are my favourite roleplays of all time, when we don't count in Dungeons and Dragons. I'd call myself a rather experienced roleplayer. The length of my roleplay threads can vary- I either get sudden motivation bursts and my replies can get over 10 shakespearian comments long or I write two silly brainrotted sentences. I pour a lot of work and creativity into my characters and obsess over them outside of the internet as well.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ former tfcrp characters
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ Inkdrip
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ Mindfulmorrow
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ Sharkburst
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ Spectersigh
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ Scorpionflypaw
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ Sunsteadmajesty
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ Marrowscreech

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵‿୨ applying for . . .
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ . . . Lullabykit
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ I'm applying for Lullabykit because I want to start into the new school year with a fresh character. Normally all of my characters are on the edgy side, but not Lullabykit. I think it will be fun to roleplay a gentle crybaby. He gave me a lot of ideas, and I really wanted to give him a fleshed out personality with tiny details, so I hope it worked!

╰────────────── ─ ─ ⋆˚࿔



╭────────────── ─ ─ ⋆˚࿔

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀0 2⠀⛆⠀personality
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵‿୨ positive traits
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵‿୨ neutral traits
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵‿୨ negative traits
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ trait
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵‿୨ detailed
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ At first glance, Lullabykit is but a small rain cloud given soft paws, pale and trembling at the edges. He carries his little frame like the forest is too large for him, with his shoulders hunched, his ears lowered, his eyes constantly darting toward the nearest source of safety. He cries easily and without dignity. Tears drop to the ground beneath his paws when he is frightened, frustrated, relieved, embarassed, praised, scolded, hungry, tired, or simply reminded that the world contains mortal creatures and things. He cries over crushed beetles, drowned moths, broken feathers and wilted flowers, over prey that looked afraid before its neck snapped. He cries when the rain begins because the worms will drown, and cries when it ends because the worms will dry out.
At least at first, there is no shame in his sorrow. Lullabykit feels everything too quickly and too completely, each small tragedy turning into a liveling mourning. In his eyes, a fallen leaf is not merely a fallen leaf, it is something that was once a part if something greater, growing and reaching towards the sun. Because ordinary words never seem karge enough, he has a habit of assigning weather to feelings. Fear is lightning in his small paws, grief cold rain beneath his fur, loneliness fog thick enough to shield him from the cruelty of this world, anger thunder gathering behind his ribs, hissing and sizzling, waiting to be set free,
He does not always know what weather he is carrying. Sometimes he'll sit beside another cat in silence, shoulder pressed carefully against shoukder, and simply breathe in time with them. He calls this sharing weather, as if it forms a connection between him and them only he can see. He remembers who prefers the warmest patch of sunlight, who hates the sound of wind howling through the gaps in the roof, who limps when tired, who pretends not to be afraid during roaring thunderstorms. His affection is built from observation, from his quiet accumulation of little details that other cats might obpverlook or deem not important.
Lullabykit is gentle to an almost impractical degree. He apologises to prey before eating it and thanks it afterwards- though he feels guilty either way. He moves beetles from the path back into safety, untangles clumsy spiders and buries small creatures beneath flowers and a whole speech. Nothing is too small to matter, there are no meaningless lives in his mind, no creatures that can be dismissed as insignificant just because they are small, quiet or inconvenient. He becomes genuinely offended when someone calls a bug “just a bug”, because when he looks at it he automatically gives it its own name.
Yet his compassion is not always as pure as he wants it to be. He can become overwhelmed by the sheer amount of suffering in the world, frustrated by his inability to save everything he sees. Sometimes he even grows resentful of healthy, carefrree cats because they seem to be able to simply walk past d3ath without feeling at claw at their stomaches. He doesn't truly hate them fir that, he just cannot understand how they can keep eating, sleeping, laughing when something has been hurt nearby, no matter what it was. In some of his darker moments, Lullabykit believes that indifference is easier than kindness and hates himself for wishing that he could be just as indifferent as his clanmates.
Being found at five moons of age leaves him with a desperate need to prove that he belongs into the clan. He is old enough to understand that he wasn't born among his denmates but young enough ti believe that one mistake might make them regret taking him in. His apprenticeship isn't ‘just training’ in his eyes- it is an audition, a constant test. Every failed hunt, every forgotten instruction, every tear shed in front if his mentor is evidence that he isn't a true clan cat. He treats his place as a ThunderClan cat (more like guest) as something that can be revoked if he doesn' earn it properly and proves himself.
Because of this, he is painfully eager to be useful: he will carry more than he should, volunteer for tasks he isn't quite ready for, and insists he isn't tired at all while his small paws drag through the dirt. All because Lullabykit wants to be a cat ThunderClan won't regret taking in. He wants his future mentor looking at him and seeing potential rather than pity. Because he is constantly reminded that he is being watched, judged, measured, both criticism and praise alike make him cry quickly.
He isn't quite graceful under pressure. When he is frightened (no matter how much) he becomes confused and apologetic. When he is angry, he cries harder, but with a cold bitterness he doesn't fully grasp yet. When he's embarassed, he talks tok quickly, stutters, says things he didn't mean to reveal. During sparring he might hesitate to strike when his partner looks injured in any way, Lullabykit is a terrible actor and an even worse liar. It's hard for him to hide emotions, no matter how desparate he tries, and the truth is so important to him that guilt fills him even at the smallest lies.
But his fear doesn't make him a coward. Something inside him changes when another cat is threatened. His tears don't stop rolling down his cheeks, but his attention narrows, his shaking paws find their footing. The world shrinks until there's only him, the one he's protecting, and the danger in front of him. Lullabykit's senses notice everything: the angle of the enemie's shoulders, the direction of the wind, the loose dirt beneath his still trembling paws, the quickest route to safety. He may be sobbing, hiccuping, begging the attacker to stop, and apologising while he butries his teeth deep in their fur- but he won't move aside.
His courage is not the one of a hero. It is messy, frightened and deperate. Lullabykit doesn't fight because he enjoys it, he doesn't fight because he wants to be admired, he fights because he has decided that someone or something else's life has been placed into his paws and he cannot bear the thought of dropping it. Pain is acceptable, humiliation- even death is something he might imagine enduring. The only thing he cannot accept is standing still and watching while someone or something vulnerable is hurt, no matter if enemy, ally or stranger.
This makes his protectiveness both his greatest virtue and his most dangerous flaw. Lullabykit has his difficulties understanding that other cats are also allowed to take risks, make mistakes and face danger without him. He treats the safety of those he loves as a responsibility belonging only to him. If a friend is upset, he believes he must fix it, if a clanmate is injured he blames himself for not noticing sooner, if someone he knows leaves camp all alone he follows them anxiously.
He is clingy without really meaning to, asking others to sit where he can see them, memorising their routines, immediately awake when someone leaves the den at night. Lullabykit has a so-called ‘memory pile’- he collects small objects that he permanently borrowed from lived ones and takes care of them, convinced that somehow it woukd make the cat more distant if he ever loses their corresponding object. His love may appear soft, but it can grow obsessive. Sometimes it wraps around others like a comforting, warm blanket, sometimes it tightens around them like a net.
Even when he grows older, one sharp word from another cat can ruin his entire day especially if he believes that he has disappointed them in any way. He assumes that anger results in abandonment, silence indicates that someone is tired of him. He apologises before anyone has even accused him of anything, even when he did nothing wrong. When asked what the apology was for, he often cannot give a clear answer. Rather often he will apologise for apologising, sobbing and hiccuping. But he isn't trying to manipulate through his tears, he has simply learned that crying is the only way he knows how to express his feelings, no matter if happy, sad or angry.
Lullabykit's greatest weakness is that he often mistakes suffering for a proof of love. If he is exhausted, terrified, hurting for someone else, he believes that that must mean he cares enough. It is difficult for him to accept that love can also be restful, trusting and quiet. He will work and fight until he's not more than a shadow of his true self protecting a cat that never asked him to. And when they finally tell him to stop it'll leave him wounded and feeling betrayed.
He will always be a crybaby mourning dead insects and havung no words for his emotions. He will always see personalities, meaning and feelings in every small critter. But eventually he'll learn to stop treating these things as weaknesses and understand that his gentleness is not the opposite of strenght. It is what makes him fight harder, endure longer, always try his best.
Lullabykit is a storm. Gathering quietly, trembling and full of rain until there is no room left inside him for anything except the need to protect- and when the lightning finally breaks through his ribs, when he's standing between danger and someone he loves while tears stream down his face, he isn't suddenly becoming someone else. He is becomung who he always has been, hidden somewhere deep inside of him.

╰────────────── ─ ─ ⋆˚࿔



╭────────────── ─ ─ ⋆˚࿔

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀0 3⠀⛆⠀identity
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵‿୨ gender
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ label
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ pronouns

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵‿୨ attraction
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ label
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ % m , % o , % f

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵‿୨ sexuality
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ label
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ bleh def
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ % m , % o , % f

╰────────────── ─ ─ ⋆˚࿔



╭────────────── ─ ─ ⋆˚࿔

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀0 4⠀⛆⠀dynamics
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵‿୨ Apricotskip
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ yapping

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵‿୨ Sealkit
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ yapping

╰────────────── ─ ─ ⋆˚࿔



╭────────────── ─ ─ ⋆˚࿔

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀0 5⠀⛆⠀examples
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵‿୨ Lullabykit
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ jrps
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ link from zelda

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵‿୨ Orbitkit gens
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ srp
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⋆ link from zelda

╰────────────── ─ ─ ⋆˚࿔



╭────────────── ─ ─ ⋆˚࿔

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀0 6⠀⛆⠀codewords
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔⏔

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀︵‿୨ tfcrp
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ꕀ blih

╰────────────── ─ ─ ⋆˚࿔