𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄

Conure 

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

His mother named him after her favorite bird. She thought it was fitting, for his warm colored pelt

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 

none

𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

none

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

His mother would affectionately call him her 'little bird'

𝐁𝐈𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐗

Male

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 

Male

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 

He/him

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 

Demisexual

𝐀𝐆𝐄

15 moons

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍

The Forgotten

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊

Hunter

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊

Kit, trainee 

𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊

None

𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 

A very likeable cat. Conure is adored by many for the warmth that he exudes, and the kindness that he seems to embody. Many cats look to him for his light optimism; and he's a role model for several despite being young. However, he is not loved by all. Some cats see him as nothing more then a weakling who doesn't have what it takes to be a member of the Forgotten. Others are jealous of him, and aim to see his downfall.

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 

Conure is a soft golden-orange tabby tom with short fur and hazel eyes. He has a slim, agile build and hazel eyes.

𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 

Conure is a tall, lean figure with a build that leans more towards agility than bulk. His fur is a soft golden orange, becoming lighter at the points of his figure. Faint tabby markings show across his body in thin lines, like soft ripples across a once still body of water. Conure's eyes are hazel; mostly green with some brown towards the center. He has orangey-pink paw pads with the same coloring on his nose, accompanied by small black flecks that many mistake for dirt. Several scars mar his body; from a torn left ear to wounds on his shoulders and flanks that suggest he's been deeply clawed.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 

His most notable features are his scars, along with the black flecks on his nose.

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

Conure smells faintly of earth and wood; a warm, comforting scent.

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 

The most definitely words one would use to describe Conure is warm, gentle and compassionate. Most cats see as the first rays of sun in the morning, or the gentle evening glow that illuminates the darkness. He is a friend and protector, a provider and a confident. He is warmth where there is cold, melting away the icy barriers to shine brightly onto the cats within the group.

Often being looked to for positive words, Conure remains steadfast and kind to all. It's more then being nice, it's his job. It's who he is, it's who he has to be. He is the sun, and the sun does not stop shining. He cannot allow himself to falter, even when he wishes to curl up and let the darkness take him. He is strong for the cats who are weak, and a voice for the cats who are silent. Who is he, if not the sun?

Conure often feels held by the expectation of his fellow Forgottens. Like it is his duty to smile and be cheerful and represent hope; which causes an almost unbearable weight upon his soul. He's tired of smiling when he witnesses the brutality that comes with being a Forgotten. He's tired of terrifying dreams of death and murder and pain. He's tired of being afraid. But so is everyone else. He's not special, and he shouldn't allow himself to to be held up on minor details when he's alive and can make things better for others, not when he has the power to. He won't be useless again.

Conure suffers to keep up the mantle that he has created for himself. Kind. Generous. Loving. A cat that others can depend on, spill secrets to, and lean against when they feel weak themselves. Conure is known throughout the Forgotten for his warmth, which is loved and hated. Loved; because it's a welcome light for those who are tired of the darkness. Hated; because acting like that is a symbol of weakness. Regardless of the negativity he faces, the small, tired smiles are usually worth it. Knowing that he's making others happy is enough for him. Doing the right thing, even if it's small, is enough.

His warmth is coupled with that of a cheerful youth, a cat who knows little about the suffering of the world, or one who smiles despite it - who looks to the silver lining on every cloud and presents hope. He's energetic, playful, sweet and attentive. He embodies a kindred spirit; lovely and full of love. Though, his carefully cultivated mask is not without it's holes. There are some days where his tail hangs low, and his eyes don't shine as bright. He'll lie and say it's just a stomach ache, or that he slept wrong. Any moments of sadness are fleeting and washes away quickly - much like a wave sweeping away imperfect marks in the sand.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒

Genuine, selfless, protective, caring and loyal

𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒

Diplomatic, even-tempered, reasonable, discreet and perceptive

𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒

Stubborn, reckless, secretive, deceitful, and sneaky

𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 

He has depression and ptsd

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 

Conure's perception of himself is twisted between who he is, and who he's expected to be. Despite his sunny disposition, Conure finds himself to be quite the worrywart, mind near constantly plagued with bad memories and concerns.

He sees himself as responsible for others happiness, and feels failed when he cannot bring them joy. He's aware that many cats admire and look up to him, so he keeps up the happy persona to ensure things don't change.

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒

Popular within the clan, good at cooperating and leading.

𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 

Insecure, afraid to kill and sleep deprived which leads to him not always doing his best

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

Conure excels at hunting, because that's how he was trained. There's no particular style that he's the best at - he's the best at being adaptable.

𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

Daffodil; a sweet, former kitty pet who joined the Forgotten because she was pregnant and didn't want her kits to be taken from her. She knew only of wild cats who lived in the forest, and mistook the Forgotten for a clan. Never having encountered any other cats prior to this, she thought their ways were normal - but grew disgusted by what they saw as everyday. Speaking out against it cost her life; and she was sacrificed to feed them. She loved Conure and raised him with warmth - and he misses her dearly. Dead. Not playable.

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 

Skitter; aptly named for his flighty behavior. Conure knows his name because his mother told him, but knows nothing else about his sire. Alive. Not playable

𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 

Firefly; named after his mothers favorite bug - his sister seemed to take after their father's skittish behavior. She was nervous but quick on her feet, and an impressive hunter despite her faults. Her mentor was not kind to her, and exceptionally harsh. When it came time for her assessment of skills - she was killed due to a ruthless blow to the head. Conure and her were extremely close, and he felt protective over her. He was horrified at what happened, especially because they only had each other after their mother died. He mourns her, and thinks every firefly he sees might be her checking up on him. Dead. Not playable.

[Open to potentially having more siblings; just ask!]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 

nope, too yount

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇

N/A [open to discuss as long as they're within the same age as him!]

𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐒

None at the moment

𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎

> Conure's mentor named Dogwood is the cause of a large majority of his scars. Despite training to be a hunter, Dogwood mixed in some guard training; finding it important to learn how to defend oneself.

> Dogwood is also the only cat who Conure has ever killed. The tom was aging, and his vision was going bad at a faster rate then normal. He knew he'd end up useless soon, and schemed to let Conure kill him instead of being eaten - despite being a respected member of the Forgotten. Conure didn't want to, but he was forced to. He will never do it again.

> From the obvious trauma of losing family and killing his mentor; Conure struggles with nightmares. Many cats are unaware of this however, but just think that he's always groggy when in reality he's running low on sleep.

> Conure is extremely touch starved. His mother would always snuggle him, and not many cats in the Forgotten like to be touched. The few that do, and allow him to, will be snuggled relentlessly as he craves warmth. He does, however, respect that not everyone is like him in that regards.

> Conure has dreams and ambitions on running away and living alone. His trust in any group of cats living together has severely dropped, but he likes the thought of a small close knit group. He can fight and hunt, and is self reliant - but he doesn't leave, fearing what may happen to his friends as he knows leaving will mean he'll never see them again.