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┊ CHAPTER ONE ⸝⸝ ABOUT THE APPLICANT .ᐟ.ᐟ
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╰⟢ @bitingdreams ꕀ Luka ꕀ he / him
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╰⟢ Hey, I'm Luka and I despise these sections with my whole heart (/silly). There isn't much to say about myself since I'm your rather average teenage boy. I like science (especially biology and astronomy) and am in way too many fandoms (Star Wars and Warrior Cats being my main ones). In my free time, I like to (obviously) roleplay, read, go climbing, practice take pictures with my father's camera, code games that I'll never share, write poems and do art.
If you're interested in commissioning me pls ask ok? My commissions are open right now!
Uhhh yeah let's get back to me after this short advertisement break. My favourite animals are velociraptors, followed by dragons and then cats. The only social media I have is pin (occasionally yt) and you'll find my boards filled with various stupid memes.
I can be rather silly at times, so please please please tell me whenever I make a mistake! I got my struggles with emotions (especially through a screen) so it would be much appreciated if you coukd use tone tags or at least try to. Thanks a lot!
When I'm not online I often spend time with my super awesome boyfriend (@whalebiter), he's amazing and I'm very lucky to have him <3 (yo when you see this.. I LOVE YOU MORE no counter >:3)
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┊ CHAPTER TWO ⸝⸝ ROLEPLAY HISTORY .ᐟ.ᐟ
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╰⟢ past generations characters (I've been in Generations since 2024)
ꕀ Woodentalons : UrchinClan / Dark Forest
ꕀ Stagserendipity : UrchinClan / StarClan
ꕀ Fragmentkit : UrchinClan / Shade
ꕀ Manifestedspirit : UrchinClan / Shade
ꕀ Kindlingkismet : UrchinClan / StarClan
ꕀ Sweetdeception : UrchinClan / Dark Forest
ꕀ Sneezeweedsentinel : MossClan / StarClan
ꕀ Cawbespeak : MossClan / StarClan
ꕀ Strawberrykit : MossClan / StarClan
ꕀ Lacunaear : UrchinClan / undecided
ꕀ Orbitkit : UrchinClan / undecided
ꕀ Ravenmacabre : UrchinClan / Shade
ꕀ Fleshkit : UrchinClan / Shade
ꕀ latest character : Fleshkit, d1ed to weekly kit
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╰⟢ I'd label myself as a rather experienced roleplayer, though not one of the top five or even top twenty on scratch. I've been a part of the scratch Warrior Cats roleplay community for years by now, I started off with a character named Iciclestripe in a long forgotten WCRP. Aside from scratch, I also had/have characters on Warrior Cats Online (Bittersweetdream) and Warrior Cats ARPG (Lionfishpaw and Sugarykit).
I'm also an enjoyer of the tabletop roleplay game ‘Das Schwarze Auge’ (basically the German version of Dungeons and Dragons). My current character Erurion is super edgy but also a goofball, I really like him.
The length of my roleplay responses varies a lot. Normally I at least try to reach the 500 character limit of a scratch comment. When I'm tired or aiming to grind a lot of aptitude/experience (this is Generations-specific), I tend to shorten my replies. However I sometimes get sudden motivation boosts that make me write around four whole comments- or more.
I am currently ill and laying in my bed, what means I got a lot of free time right now, what in turn hopefully allows me to be rather active roleplay-wise.
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┊ CHAPTER THREE ⸝⸝ ROLEPLAY EXAMPLES .ᐟ.ᐟ
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╰⟢ joint roleplays
ꕀ none so far !
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╰⟢ older example self-roleplay starring Orbitkit
ꕀ Sleep wouldn't come. With a quiet sigh, the young feline shifted deeper into the bedding of his nest, burying his snout under his tail. The nursery around him breathed and snored and murmured, but with a comforting silence. Beyond the entrance, silver starlight spilled across the camp like a puddle left behind by warm rain. The stars mirrored in the tidepools that were veiled in shadows. They looked so still, so impossibly far away.
Orbitkit flopped on his back and faced a tiny hole in the nursery's roof, staring at the night sky above. The stars stared back. His gaze wandered from one tiny light to another, trying to count how many there were. Hundreds, thousands, more than any cat could ever count. He wondered if they ever stayed in the same place. Wondered if they moved when no one was looking. Ribbit flicked his big ears, lost in his own thoughts and questions.
But not for long.
THOOOM! The ground shook beneath his paws. Seagulls fled from the beach in a frantic chorus of wings, vanishing into the darkness above. A few denmates around him twitched slightly in their sleep.
The kitten jerked upright, heart hammering against his ribs as every hair along his spine stood on end. The sound faded almost as quickly as it had come, leaving only silence behind. A different silence than before though.
Big eyes stared out of the nursery as the young feline got on his paws. What could have made that sound? Maybe one of the giant boulders had fallen into the warm sand. Maybe… maybe lightning had struck camp. The trembling figure of Orbitkit slowly left the warmth and comfort of the den as he stepped outside and into the darkness. Silence everywhere, no cat stirred. Even the cats on guard duty seemed more interested in the stars than the territory beyond- or the camp. That's when the kit noticed a strange scent.
Not fish.
Not plants.
Not rain, nor smoke from a lightning-struck piece of driftwood.
It was sharp and bitter, almost like scorched stone after a blazing afternoon, unlike anything Orbitkit had ever smelled before. “Weird”, he meowed, his whiskers twitching.
The trail was pretty easy to follow. The sandy ground was ripped apart like by a giant cat's claw, bits and pieces of rock scattered everywhere. Whatever had made that terrible sound hadn't simply appeared. It had torn trough the beach to get here.
As Bit followed the trail further and further, the air grew warmer. Strangely warm. He slowed, ears flattened as the amount of scattered stone grew bigger and bigger. His paws carried him forward before he had time to think. The earth dipped sharply into a shallow crater, edges lined with molten sand and weird-smelling rock. Wisps of pale steam curled lazily from the freshly disturbed ground, disappearing into the cool night air. The smell- stronger here than ever- made his small nose wrinkle.
Then he saw it.
At the very center of the crater lay a rock, a type of rock he had never seen before in his young life. It was no larger than a fat fish, yet somehow demanded the entire crater. It ws dark. Darker than the night itself, darker than the darkest shadows that flickered in the nursery. Faint silver specks not unlike his own light spots glittered across the surface whenever the moonlight caught them. Thin cracks glowing with the last traces of warmth adorned its rounded shape. Every instinct warned him, but yet he crept forward, slightly trembling. “…Hello?”, the young tom whispered. The rock didn't answer- unsurprisingly for everyone else, but surprisingly for Orbitkit.
After a long moment he stretched out one trembling front paw and gently pressed a single toe against its smooth surface. With a startled squeak, Ribbit scattered back. “It's warm!” Weird. Rocks weren't warm, not in the middle of the night.
Orbitkit stretched out the paw and stared at it for a long moment, flexing his toes as if he was expecting them to look different. They didn't. That strange warmth had already faded, only leaving a faint memory of it. Slowly, almost cautiously, he reached forward again. One tap, just one. As his toe made contact with the surface of the weird rock again, nothing really happened- it was just… warm. Another tap, still nothing.
“…You're definitely a rock,” he murmured, narrowing his eyes. “Just… a strange, weird one.”
He pressed both of his front paws against its smooth surface and shoved and pushed it with all of the strength his tiny body could gather. But the stone barely shifted. Nearly bumping his nose against it, Obby stumbled forward with a surprised squeak. “You're heavy!” Very heavy. His green-and-blue gaze wandered around the sleeping camp until he found another rock about the same size. It took some effort, but eventually he managed to roll it across the damp sand with a few determined pushes. Then he returned to the weird rock. He pushed- nothing. He pushed harder- still nothing. It moved no more than a whisker's width. Filled with newfound excitement, Orbitkit's big ears perked. “So you're heavier than you should be!” He looked from one rock to the other several times before nodding to himself, satisfied with that conclusion. His attention drifted back to the strange object- this time he leaned in close enough to almost brush its surface with his nose. It smelled… wrong. Not unpleasant, just unfamiliar. It smelled nothing like rocks smelled usually. Instead, it reminded him of hot sand beneath the strongest greenleaf sun, mixed with the sharp scent of lightning that struck. “D- achoo!- definitely not normal”, Orbitkit meowed after a sneeze.
He searched the sandy camp until he found a shell that was bleached nearly white by the sea. He tapped it against the weird rock carefully. The clinck-sound rang out surprisingly clear. Another shell produced a duller note, a piece of driftwood made a hollow knock. Even another rock sounded different. “Soooo many sounds!!” Orbitkit arranged his ‘tools’ beside him in a neat line as if he was some very important researcher. He began the experiment anew. “Shell…” clinck. “Driftwood…” tok. “Stone…” tack. “Hmm….” Ribbit blinked once, twice. “… interesting.” His gaze wandered beyond the meteorite.
Only now did he truly notice his surroundings The sand wasn't merely disturbed, it had been thrown in every direction. Tiny shells littered the beach several fish-lengths away, some cracked cleanly in half; clumps of seaweed and kelp hung from bushes well beyond the tide line, and near the edge of the crater the sand looked strangely smooth, almost shiny, as if it had melted before hardening again.
“…You made all of this?” The strange stone remained stubbornly silent. Orbitkit crouched beside one of the broken shells, nudging it gently with his nose. Its fractured edge was sharp and fresh, its pale surface untouched by the sea. He set the two halves together as neatly as he could, as if he coukd fix it that way, before glancing back toward the crater. Too far, way too far. Ribbit began counting. “Ooooone… twoooooo… threeeeeee…” Each pawstep carried him further away from the shell until he finally reached the edge of the crater. “…Twenty-nine.” He frowned, repeating the count in a whisper until he was certain he wouldn't forget it, ever. “Twenty-nine pawsteps!”, he meowed as if he had just made a life-changing discovery. A little farther along the rim, he spotted several tiny black fragments that were not larger than pebbles. Unlike the larger weird stone they had already gone cold. He gathered them into a small pile right before his paws, comparing each one to the next. Some sparkled, some didn't. He jerked back as one of them crumbled into mere dust under the light pressure of a single one of his claws. With a blink, he carefully separated the crumbly pieces from the solid ones. “Different,” the young feline mumbled. “They're different.” His attention shifted to the sand itself. The sand in UrchinClan's camp was normally soft and loose, giving way beneath every step. Here, however, patches near the center felt oddly smooth beneath his pawpads, almost like warm ice. He ran a claw across one of them, crouching low to the ground, his belly brushing the warm sand. It scraped instead of sinking. The grains had stuck together somehow, forming thin, glassy sheets that reflected the moonlight in strange, shimmering patterns. It radiated a comforting warmth, though it was a mere fragment of the rock's warmth. “Sand isn't supposed to do that”, Bit wondered, tilting his head. He scratched at another patch a bit further away. It was cold and as thin as a leaf, cracking under his paw. He looked back at the shiny patch from earlier.
Carefully, he began digging around the patch, sand flying everywhere. The pile of sand behind his figure grew and grew steadily. Finally he could slide one paw underneath the molten sand and pushed and pulled, but the patch didn't move the tiniest bit. He stepped back a few fish-lenghts and tapped his chin with one paw, thinking quietly. Then he set off to find a piece of driftwood.
“Lever acquired!”, he meowed into the night. Obby pushed the wooden stick between the sand and the smooth ‘ice’. This should work now. With all the strength he could muster, Orbitkit pulled at the one end of the stick- and indeed, the patch moved! Slowly but steadily, he pushed it upwards, a grin on his face.
And then the driftwood snapped. Bits and pieces of the stick flew around him like a swarm of angry wasps, burying themselves in his flesh. With a yelp, Orbitkit scattered back, covering his face with his tiny paws. Then the bombardment was over, and as he opened his eyes again, he spotted the shiny patch lying there- or what was left of it. It was broken into thousands of little pieces that shimmered as the starlight touched them, making the beach look like a mirror for the starry sky above. “Woah…” Wiping the drips of blood off his face, Obby padded closer. He picked up one of the little stars, holding it up to the sky, scanning it. “You're pretty!”
Then his attention drifted back to the strange rock- everything unusual seemed to lead back to the same place. He quietly sat beside it for several heartbeats, his tail sweeping thoughtful lines through the sand before an idea struck him. Quickly, he picked up a new length of driftwood and climbed to the rim of the crater. Holding the stick in his jaws, he released it. It tumbled down the slope with a soft rustle before coming to rest beside the stone. Orbitkit climbed down after it. “No.” He carried it back, this time he rolled it from the side- and again, it left a clear trail winding through the sand.
He stared at the mark, then at the untouched rim surrounding the meteorite. Nothing, not a single groove, not a single drag mark. Orbitkit padded to the rim and looked down. “If you rolled here…” he muttered, tracing a line in the sand with one claw, “…there'd be a trail.”
But there was no trail. He walked a slow circle around the crater. No trail, no pawprints besides his own, no drag marks, nothing. He furrowed his brows. “You didn't come from camp.” He looked towards the sea. The waves rolled peacefully onto the shore before slipping back into the darkness in a steady rhythm, reminding him of soft breathing. “Not from there either.” Bit sat down as only silence answered him, facing the endless sky overhead. Hundreds and thousands of tiny lights stared back. His heart fluttered with newfound excitement. His blue-and-green eyes widened slightly. “…Did you fall?”, he whispered under his breath. His gaze wandered from the strange rock to the stars above again. Cats couldn't fall from there, and rocks definitely couldn't. And yet he couldn't come up with a better explanation. He crept back to the meteorite and settled beside it, curling his tail neatly around his paws, thinking. “I don't know what you are,” he admitted quietly, his gaze drifting upwards once more. “Or where you came from.”
Ribbit stretched out one paw, running it along the rock. “We're alike. I don't know where I came from either.” A soft grin stretched across his young face. “Do you want to be friends?” The rock stayed silent, but that was answer enough for Orbitkit. He smiled even wider. “Really? Yay!!” He let himself fall onto his back, limbs sprawled beside him. “You're a good listener, you know.” Looking back at his newly-found friend, he poked it again. “What's your name?”
His big ears perked, desperately trying to catch any sound. “Fizpsh? That's a nice name. I'm Orbitkit.” Orbit stretched out his other front paw and pretended to shake Fizpsh's nonexistent paw. With a happy and cheerful sigh, his odd-coloured gaze drifted towards the sky above again, the stars mirroring in his eyes.
A streak of pale light suddenly flashed through the endless abyss overhead, gone almost as quickly as it had appeared. Orbitkit's mouth fell open, eyes filled with awe. “Another one!” He remained perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe. For the first time in his life, the stars no longer seemed like tiny dots decorating the night, they seemed alive, as if they were moving, changing… and perhaps, every once in a while, growing curious of the world below.
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┊ CHAPTER FOUR ⸝⸝ WHICH KIT AND WHY .ᐟ.ᐟ
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╰⟢ To be honest, my main motivation for applying for Tangledkit is that I want a new generations character. Fleshkit, my latest cat, got hit by weekly kit and I actually wanted to grind a lot of aptitude with the silly. However now that he isn't alive anymore I decided to take a look at MossClan litters. In comparison to UrchinClan, MossClan is struggling a lot and I want to help prevent that it shares the same fate with FurryClan.
Tangledkit didn't immediately catch my eye, I found myself returning to this litter day after day until I finally decided to apply. His design is one of the most unique ones I've seen, and that's great because I personally am a sucker for creative and unique kit designs. The litter's lore is an important factor too. It gives me a nice canvas that I can use to flesh out my version of the kit.
Tangledkit seems like a great character for me to turn my ideas reality, and I'd be more than honoured to be the lucky one to move his paws along whatever paths he might take.
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┊ CHAPTER FIVE ⸝⸝ THE KIT'S IDENTITY .ᐟ.ᐟ
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╰⟢ kithood
ꕀ cisgender male : he / him / his / pronouns
ꕀ asexual due to age
ꕀ aromantic due to age
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╰⟢ apprenticehood
ꕀ apagender : he / him / his / himself, hi / hir / hirs / hirself, za / zem / zer / zaself
ꕀ unlabelled sexual attraction
ꕀ omniromantic
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╰⟢ early warriorhood
ꕀ apamasc : he / him / his / himself, maybe some neopronouns with a meaning
ꕀ demisexual / unlabelled
ꕀ abroromantic
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╰⟢ note : these are just ideas prone to change !
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┊ CHAPTER SIX ⸝⸝ THE KIT'S PERSONALITY .ᐟ.ᐟ
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╰⟢ personality traits
ꕀ pos : charismatic, energetic, curious, entertaining, creative, resourceful, ambitious, adventurous, witty, determined
ꕀ neu : talkative, impulsive, mischievous, spontaneous, inquisitive, theatrical, eccentric, playful, competitive, attention-seeking
ꕀ neg : arrogant, dishonest, rebellious, irresponsible, inconsiderate, impulsive, boastful, manipulative, reckless, undisciplined
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╰⟢ Tangledkit is a bright, loud creature, seemingly only living in the present moment. This kitten is almost impossible to overlook, no matter if by accident or on purpose. His liveliness is infectious, it makes it difficult for him to simply be somewhere without somehow taking up the entire space around him. He talks, laughs, shouts, interrupts and jokes with seemingly endless energy, forever searching for the next interesting thing to happen. To him, boredom is the greatest sin he can imagine, so if the world refuses to provide him with entertainment, he will simply create it himself. A peaceful patrol can turn into a playful chase, a harmless conversation can become an elaborate prank. Everything can somehow turn into a story he will be telling for the next moon, and maybe the moon after.
The young feline is almost comically seeking for other's attention. He has a need to feel as though he is part of whatever is happening around him, and preferably he wants to play the most interesting role in it. If someone accomplishes something impressive, he will always find some way to make himself relevant to it. Tangledkit wants to be heard, wants to be remembered, wants to have little anecdotes attached to his name. However, he doesn't necessarily mean to diminish other's achievements. He simply cannot resist placing himself in the middle of any story- and invent half of it along the way.
(more currently being written !)
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┊ CHAPTER SEVEN ⸝⸝ DISABILITY RESEARCH .ᐟ.ᐟ
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╰⟢ Currently, Tangledkit doesn't require any research as he doesn't have any disabilities or disorders.
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┊ CHAPTER EIGHT ⸝⸝ ADDITIONAL THINGS .ᐟ.ᐟ
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╰⟢ codeword
ꕀ Spiky and attention-seeking as Tangledkit is, if he were born a twoleg his taste in music would mirror his personality. He would likely tell others that he enjoys listening to vocaloid or rave songs, maybe even metal- always depending on their reaction. However, he actually just listens to everything and gets lost in other's suggestions.
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╰⟢ questions
ꕀ In case I win him, may I adjust Tangledkit's design so it fits my art style? Examples for the changes I'd make are the art pieces included in my application project.
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