[ I N F O R M A T I O N ]

[ Name: ] Navia

[ Kitten Name: ] Squirrel

[ Nicknames: ] Nah, Nav, Navi

[ Age: ] 1 season cycle/ year

[ Gender: ] Female

[ Tribe: ] Light Tribe

[ Rank: ] Poisoner

[ Skills: ] +4

Toxin Knowledge // Aching Head // Aching Gut // Inhibit the senses // Miasma // Weak Paralysis // Mild Paralysis // Contamination // Contact Poison // Placebo // Full Paralysis // Ultimate Assassin // Memento Mori

[ Apprentice: ]

[ Soulbound: ]
[ Family: ]

{ MOTHER }  Genny// Black-Light // Primary //

{ FATHER } Ashton// Black-Light // Primary //

{ SISTER } Jess // Black-Shadow // Primary //

[ B O D Y / B U I L D : ]

_{Breed: Somali Cat}
Build: : She’s lean and made for running, and as a medium-sized breed-female she is on the smaller side. From her lack of desire to fight, she’s not very built around her closer body portions.

Fur: As she is not pure breed, she lacks the M-shape tabby mark on her forehead. Her fur is tickled, but it is hard to see when it’s not up close because the color is close to the base tones. Her mid-face area has much darker tones though to imitate freckles. Her fur is long and soft, and she does a great job at taking care of it. Her tail is tapered at the end like a fox.

[ P E R S O N A L I T Y :  ]

"If you go around being afraid, you’re never going to enjoy life..."

Passionate | Quirky | Sassy | Sarcastic | Active | Often Lonely

_{Navia leans more to the feisty side of the spectrum, prone to random fights and outburst based on her mood. She has an inclination toward unneeded fighting that doesn't involve powers, but the first hint of the Spirit's gifts send her running. She is fiercely loyal to the tribe that took her in and values her tribemates above all else mostly because she hates being alone so much, causing her to be slightly clingy and hover over the shoulder of those that hold any fancy with her. She may do really silly things to get other cats she cares about to smile, such as randomly booping their noses or some other ridiculous idea. But that’s what makes her unique. She’s slightly reserved when meeting new cats, but will still probably be the one to approach them first, as she’s an extrovert always on the hunt for a new friend. Her loud and slightly obnoxious voice causes a lot of cats to tell her to quiet done (she has some kind of inability to whisper). Her bark is much worse than her bite, and she is prone to sarcastic replies in response to nearly everything. It is to the point where she is a terror everywhere, she has a disregard for feelings when it comes to words-- no matter which end of the stick. She tends not to care about what people tell her, or what she says to them. Insults she says that are met by offense tend to lead to more insults or confusion and a "I was just kidding, geez" response. She will stand up for those close to her, but she will cower in the face of a true fight that's not a brawl or verbal dispute. She’s terrified of her powers, and lacks any confidence in them. She’s humbled by these harmful thoughts, and remains a good cat despite the confidence fault.}

[ H I S T O R Y ]

< Bad Stories Seldom Start Out Like That >

Ashton and Genny were descendants of exiled cats before war, and met through a small turf fight when Ashton got to close to Genny's sleeping area. He was head over heals and fought to woo her at every chance with every gift he could find (usually prey). Eventually she caved and accepted a "dating" arrangement, it wasn't long before they had two kits. They were Squirrel, after the first gift Ashton brought, and Light, after where they had come from. It was a sweet thing that was ironic later.

The small family lived quietly for the longest time. Squirrel and Light were trained carefully so they could take care of themselves when they were older, even as kits the parents found this important in case something were to happen to them. Light was born weak, and was actually held back from a lot. Not much fighting was taught, but by the time they were ready for tattoos they could both catch a decent mouse. When the time came, the young kits woke up to a neat and fresh set of their black tattoos. Squirrel was given a Light tattoo, and Light given an Shadow tattoo. 

< When Did Happiness End? >

Squirrel's sister Light stood alone as the only cat in the family that didn’t have a Light-Tribe tattoo, making her insanely jealous. Squirrel received a lot of private lessons from their father, as she was the eldest pride, and Light was often alone with her mother of just figuring out her life out on her own. This went on for moons before Light snapped at the pair of Squirrel and Ashton, when Genny was out. She ranted and accused them of not loving her. Ashton eventually snapped and accidentally slashed her out of anger. Nobody could heal the youth, with their healer out, and she slowly died having been too young to handle it.

< Why is everything falling apart? >

After this incident, the family slowly fell apart. Genny was in despair, Ashton stopped talking to the she-cats, and Navia was alone. She hated this feeling so much, and kept trying to make up for her sister’s absence and being the perfect daughter. But the burden was too much.

< I Can Stop Questioning Things Now >

At one point, being around a year old, she gave up and went in search of the Tribes she’d heard so much about. She didn’t understand the existence of this “Light-Tribe,” but it was the first she found. She was reinstated with a pink tattoo with slight orange, and to her it was the most beautiful thing. She was terrified and not socialized (she only knew 4 cats in her life including herself), but blossomed quickly in the company of so many cats that would live and die for her as a member among them.

”His heart withers if it does not answer another heart..."

[ M I S C E L L A N I O U S ]

 

[ Voice:] Honeyed, loud, not-withholding

[ Themes: ]

[ Sexuality: ] Straight

[ Memes: ]

Heart Chart / Relationships
Height Chart
Active Tattoo
Plot Chart

[ Fears: ]

-Her powers

-Having to actually fight

[ Additional Information: ]

=She’s very touchy

= She loves to groom everyone, herself and other cats included.

[ RP sample: ]

<sub>Navia patiently awaited an answer, she truly believed that this cat would reject her in a disgruntled fashion. Even if denied, she would probably push him about it until she succeeded in her persuasion. Maybe with a sassy remark. The tom turned to her with something akin to a annoyance, but stopped speechlessly. She smiled pleasantly as she was judged up and down, ”So... Hey? Spirits I didn’t know I was that stunning!” She tilted her head in a slight confusion as he continued not speaking, “Just kidding.” She did a purring chuckle at her own joke, not quite caring about opinions anymore. While she meant the best intentions, she didn’t have the best way of showing it with her manner of speaking. It usually used to throw her family off as she’d bounce between an act of kindness and a sarcastic remark and they’d reprimand her when she got too bad about it.

She nodded happily in response to the request and half-pranced forward into a comfortable placement beside the muddy tom, at the time she got over there the mud had already began to cake and dry. She licked her paw once, twice, thrice, before she went to comb through the fur. Her claws were barely out and she moved slowly enough that nothing hurt and it felt more like a pleasant and light scratching. “I’m Navia, so care for a story?” She asked, meaning why he had all of the mud on him, “All I saw was a scruffy tom come into camp with some herbs, good thing you got them though! It was a good idea even though this winter is kind of warm.”</sub>