KIT -
FOUNDATIONS. SHARP BRISTLES AND DISCARDED GLANCES. A SOFTIE IN A TOUGH EXTERIOR. Pushback in silent movements. A sweet tongue, that becomes sour with time, with stress, with age. A heart too pure and overwhelmed, bogged down by his own mind. The nest cradles him for quite some time, does not make it obvious.
-> These are the foundations that make up Opalkit. From a young age, he is one of the quieter amongst his siblings. He tries to shrink himself to the ground, to blend into shadows, but his lighter pelt sticks him out. He speaks with a honey tongue, sticky sweet and innocent, kindness and hope in his tone. He's known for believing for the best at this young age, especially when he's in a good mood.
-> On rougher days, tantrums will be thrown as all kits do- but these don't go away with time. Opalkit holds onto grudges and doesn't find them to leave his mind easily. You stole his favorite mossball? He's going to throw you out of the nursery. There are days where the honey has curled and his tongue is covered in sharp crystals, biting and rude to the cat he speaks too. His sour attitudes will only stay with him, side eyes and glares and scowls that he picks up. Whether these habits are learned from another cat or born from within, only time will tell.
->But, above all of this, Opalkit will learn how to retreat into himself. How to hide these emotions so he isn't scolded or chastised for what he says or does. He learns to wear a mask, and to keep it held in front of him like a shield. He learns to start protecting his heart instead of others.
APPRENTICE -
GROWTH. CONFUSION IN BOUNDS OF SELF RELEVANCE. SHARP BRISTLES AND SHARPER TEETH. A TEDDY BEAR IN WOLF'S CLOTHING. Those foundations- quiet defiance, a sweet tongue that sours under stress, a heart wrapped in armor and prickly from the outside- do not vanish as Opalkit ages. When he earns his apprentice name, these traits don't shed like a kitten's downy fur. They harden. They deepen. He's afraid that mask that hides the cracks in his soul may be peeled back. Apprenticeship will be the first thing that tests the mask, if it will be ripped free or be stuck forever.
-> The ravines that separated the different parts of Opalkit- now Opalpaw- blend together. They become short and sour, sweet but sharp. His emotions are scattered and confused, and as he continues to grow- notably larger then his littermates, or peer-aged apprentices- he feels even more like a sore thumb. He sticks out from the bunch, vulnerably and exposed. There is no defined edge to his personality like before, when things were simpler as a kit. He is jumbled, and oft, this translates to training as well. He may struggle with correction from his mentor. A gentle nudge may mean withdrawing further within his shell, his shield, to hide his heart.
-> Grudges linger longer now, like the taste of once-sweet honey. If a denmate does anything that scorns, from mocking him to outshining him, Opalpaw may remember it for days or weeks, keeping score in the dark corners of his mind. The places he doesn't visit, the places that scare him. He won't always act on it, but it definitely shapes the way he interacts with others. He does not forgive easy, finding it simpler to toss a sharp word or give a cold shoulder. It isn't disobedience, it a defense.
-> He does learn quickly, despite the more temper tantrum parts of him. Yet, afraid of being seen as vulnerable from failing, he practices alone. In secret, long into the hours of the night. He only reveals his skill when it's honed and sharp, making him look incredibly incompetent the day a new skill is introduced, only to arrive exhausted with this skill down pat. This messes with his mental, nightmares churning in his mind from his own negativity and the lack of good sleep. His body aches, but his claws and mind are sharp yet with knowledge passed unto him. Under the right mentor, however, one that's patient and can read him for filth- he may just begin to learn to trust others with his heart.
WARRIOR -
FREEDOM. IT FEELS LIKE BREAKING FREE. SHARP TEETH FADE TO NOTHING MORE THEN A MEMORY- OR DOES IT? I'm not going to talk too much here, but this is the 'end goal vibes'.
-> A teddy bear in grizzly bear's clothing. Super sticky sweet on the inside but too quiet to show it. Kind of seen as the menacing tough guy but those who know him (closer friends, family, etc) know that is soooo far from the truth. The guy you bring when you need to ask for no pickles except you're the one asking. Not him. He still can bite, though. Just no bark.
NOTE // I may change his personality up while I roleplay. I tend to find grooves for characters, and find it more enjoyable to roleplay them in a certain manner. This is loose, but I will be following it to a point.