.:TGB:. Orange-Earth Ursa

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BASIC INFORMATION
Skills |

<sub>[ Feel The Earth ]
You can feel the roots of plants beneath the earth, a worm that slithers through the earth beneath your paws.

[ Growing Plants 1 ]
You can control the growing of a seed of a small plant / requires a lot of energy!

[ Growing Plants 2 ]
You can control multiple seeds of medium sized plants / requires a lot of energy!

[ Shift The Earth ]
You can shift the earth beneath your paws.</sub>

Mentor | N/A
Apprentice | N/A
Soulbond | N/A


PERSONALITY
[Adventurous] [Empathetic] [Fiery] [Intelligent] [Observant] [Impulsive]
 
[Adventurous (-/+)] Deep in her heart, Ursa is a wandering spirit, hardly able to stay in one place now that she's in the tribes. When she has free time, the she-cat will often be found exploring the more dangerous parts of the territory or neutral lands. Some cats would worry that Ursa will end up doing something incredibly stupid because of this, but the she-cat is confident that she won't end up dead for some time yet. Because of this trait, she's very open to new ideas. 

[Empathetic (+)] Despite her temper, Ursa is known for being very sympathetic in nature towards other cats. She's able to easily understand any cats side of their situations, and is somewhat of a comforting figure if she feels like being one. Unsurprisingly, she's actually very aware of the emotions of those around her, if just because she's good at reading body language and tones in their voices. Unfortunately for Ursa, this tends to get her caught up in drama.

[Fiery (-)] It's no secret that this she-cat has a short temper. She's practically a ticking time bomb, and even the smallest insult can set her up for a long-winded "argument", if you can even call it that. Ursa is a very vocal cat as well, and though she's not lacking in the tact department, she only truly uses 'charisma' when she wants something or is feeling more in-tune with her empathetic nature. Thus, she ends up starting the fights more often than the other way around. 

[Intelligent (+)] Though she tries to hide this, Ursa is actually a fairly intelligent individual! Though, she's obviously lacking in common sense. She tends to act like she knows nothing so that she'll be left alone and not be put in the role of a leader, but even then her experience shines through. Still, Ursa is a smart individual, and is actually fairly good at tactical planning and, as mentioned before, acting charismatic. 

[Observant (+)] Ursa is a naturally observant cat, and though she will occasionally pretend like she doesn't notice what's going on around her, it's hard to trick her when you're either talking to her or standing right in front of her. She perceives the world around her very quickly, and adjusts her stance to suit her surroundings. This is probably because of her life in a mountainous region, where the smallest movement could cause you to fall to your death. Even so, she usually doesn't focus on anything for too long.

[Impulsive (-)] Despite her intelligence, Ursa takes more after her mother in this department. The white she-cat doesn't even think of consequences before she acts... most of the time, anyway. Obviously, this gets her in quite a bit of trouble on an almost daily basis, but it's not like Ursa hasn't dealt with discipline or a few fights before. This trait of hers often results in releasing the first remark that comes to mind, even if it's an insult.

BACKGROUND

[PRE-BIRTH] 
Flower was a sweet young she-cat, born an exile and the only kit of the ruling pair in a rogue band. Her kithood was a happy one, full of tales she managed to wring out of her band-mates with smiles and doe-eyes... Flower even began to dream of one day going to the tribes, once she got her tattoo, but her mother simply scoffed at her ramblings, telling her that the tribes were just a bunch of idiots and traitors. When she mentioned it to her father, the tom licked her head and told her not to listen to her mother, for the old she-cat was still terribly bitter about her exile a few years prior. Still, Flower never brought up the tribes again. Mainly to appease her mother. 

However, the happy days would soon be at an end. Two toms showed up on the territory one day, both claiming that they wished to join the band. Her father shrugged, allowing them to stay as long as they did their fair share of daily duties. By this point, Flower was roughly a year old, and she took an immediate liking to the elder of the two brothers. His name was James, and he was a narcissistic bastard, in all honesty. Even his brother seemed to only tolerate his presence... but, Flower was still hopelessly infatuated. 

James, of course, thought Flower was just an airheaded she-cat. He flirted with her, yes, but he never really cared enough to talk with her. Instead, he continued to try and get close to Flower's parents, hoping that he could one day rule the little band. Finally, a few months into James and Jorah's membership, his sucking up paid off. Flower's mother had finally died of illness in the last few weeks, and her mate was stricken with grief. James played the part of a sympathetic friend, and eventually Flower's father agreed to have him lead in his stead... on one condition. He and Flower would be mates.

Though disgusted at the prospect, James agreed with a charismatic smile and told Flower the 'good news' himself. Though the younger she-cat was in mourning over her mother, the calico couldn't help but beam, beginning to ramble about how their future kits would look. 
Jorah, meanwhile, was disgusted with his brother's actions. How could his littermate just use cats who's senses were dulled with grief? Still, he did nothing to stop his elder brother's actions... not after James had threatened to kill Flower if he kept scowling at him. 

[BIRTH AND EARLY KITHOOD]
Only three months later, long after the old leader of the group succumbed to the same illness that killed his mate, Flower gave birth to a healthy litter of kittens. James was too busy flirting with the other she-cats of the group to care about his mate's labor, but Jorah was there for his sister-in-law. He was the one who helped her name her kittens, and brought news of their birth to James, though the tom hardly cared about them. 

However, when his kittens finally stepped out of the den to see the light of day, he found himself smiling at the one who looked most like him, Jay. Jay had been the first born of the litter, and had the pure white fur that her brother and sister lacked. In the end, though, he ended up grunting his approval to Flower before walking away. He hardly looked at his kits after that.

Still, the three grew up in relative happiness, finding a doting uncle and mother to be enough attention... though Lark constantly boasted that the white tom liked him the most. His sisters didn't have the heart to tell him that he only responded to the kits constant talking because Flower was around. Their mother was similarly becoming disenchanted with her mate, and decided that once the kits were old enough to travel, she'd take them and leave. 

Which is exactly what she tried to do. 

The small group started out before dawn, Jorah having joined them because of his growing affection for Flower. The group didn't make it far before James and some of his 'loyal followers' showed up. Though James didn't care much about Flower, he needed the she-cat if he was going to keep the loyalty of the older cats in the band, who were also the most experienced fighters, so he demanded that they return to the rouges camp. The family refused, and James shrugged, attacking so that he could scare them into submission. Jorah fought back in order to defend his nieces and nephews, Flower joining the battle as well. James, chagrined by their actions, decided that the only way to get them to back down was to get the kittens. So, he ordered one of his followers to grab them as he and the other fought his brother and mate into submission... however, in the confusion, the follower ended up pushing Lark off of the nearby cliff. Flower was distraught, and barely managed to escape having her neck flayed open as she screamed. Jay and Robin, scared by their brother's untimely death, tried to flee. Jay, however, was struck, leaving her with the long clawmarks that run down the side of her face today. While Jorah took care of James and his other henchman, Flower ran to the defense of her daughters. Somehow, she managed to kill the bigger tom, and a loud yowl from a few feet away told her that James had met his end by Jorah's paws as well. The other cat who'd been fighting bolted the minute James fell to the ground twitching.

With hardened hearts, Jorah and Flower herded the kits deeper into the forest, away from the cliff. 

[LATE KITHOOD AND ADOLESCENCE] 

After the incident, the small family finally found a den and safe haven to call their own, and settled in quickly despite their grief. The kits gained their tattoos not long after the first night in the den, and soon Jay and Robin began whispering about the tribes as their mother had once done.

Moons passed, and eventually things became as normal as they could. Jorah and Flower eventually became mates, though it surprised the girls not one bit, having seen the looks their parental figures shared every once in a while. Robin eventually grew out of her dreams of going to the tribes, preferring the life she and her sister had now... but Jay was restless. She wanted to be with the tribes, and after her mother announced her pregnancy, Jay knew her time with her family was drawing to a close. Her uncle-well, father now- and mother convinced her to stay until the kits were born, and she did... but Jay lingered until the kits were six moons old, after her sister begged her to stay with them a little longer. 

After her half-siblings gained their tattoos, she said her farewells, and made her way to the tribes. She hasn't seen much of her family since.

She joined the others who were flocking to join-or rejoin- the tribes, and though she chatted briefly with some of them, she didn't really stop to talk, and practically made a beeline for Earth Tribe's territory.

EXTRA

- Being in a position of leadership is probably the only thing that will ever truly terrify her.

- Her M-B personality is ENFP

- Her Keirsey Temperament is 'Artisan' 

- Unlike some of the exiles who've joined the tribes, Ursa is more used to groups, and feels more at home in the tribes than she ever felt while she was on her own. 

- She's very mistrustful of toms as a whole, considering her father was a manipulative asshole. 

- When Ursa is not distracted by her exploring or with another cat, she's prone to panic.

- She also needs to keep moving around, and only stops moving when she has to sleep or eat. If she's forced to sit in one place for more than a few minutes, she'll start twitching and may eventually start having full blown anxiety. Even when she's guarding, she has to be pacing.

Likes
- Exploration 
- Easy-Going Cats
- Birds
- Colder Climates

Dislikes
- Heat 
- Being forced to stay in one place for too long. ((The tribes don't count, it's more of a: "I need to move or I'm going to tear out my own fur" kind of urgency)) 
- Serious, High-Strung Cats
- Being Alone

SEXUAL INFORMATION

Sexual Orientation | Demisexual
Romantic Orientation | Biromantic 

Preferences | "Hell if I know... though I guess tall cats are attractive..." 

Looking For |
x Quick Fling
x Lasting Relationship
o Unsure

RELATIONS

Flower | Mother | Gray-Water | Alive (NPC)
James | Father | Black-Fire | Deceased
Lark | Brother | Unknown Tattoo | Deceased
Robin | Sister | Gray-Light | Alive (NPC) 
Rain | Half-Sister/Cousin | Black-Water | Alive (NPC) 
Ember | Half-Sister/Cousin | Gray-Fire | Alive (NPC) 
Jorah | Uncle | Gray-Earth | Alive (NPC)
 
/Future Heartchart Link/ 

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE

Stolen from one of my rp's from another site~. 

Matthieu wasn't exactly sure why he decided to travel out here to the plains. Maybe it was the talk from the last survivors he stole from, about the game in the area? Maybe it was the horse he'd seen when he'd been hiking on the edge of the forest? 

Either way, here he was, waist deep in the high grass. One of his hands shaded his eyes against the harsh midday sun, the other fingering the strap of his violin case. He wasn't going to linger here, that much was obvious. He wasn't going to spend the night in a place with wandering beasts and god knows what else in these grasses... plus, seeing that 'Jurassic Park' movie had turned him off from places like this for life. 

Still, he was watching the distance. Roughly twenty horses were milling about near one of the Plains' rare ponds, grazing or, in the case of the herds few foals, playing. Matthieu couldn't help a smile.

It was little things like this that he'd forgotten in the years of running from danger... seeing families and friends relaxing together. He knew he'd never experience that happiness again... or, well, thought. Still, it was hard to not smile at something so cute as a baby animal... especially when they had awkward, spindly legs. 

Just because he was enjoying the sight didn't mean he wasn't being alert for danger, though. At this point, it didn't matter to him if it was other people or a beast, the moment he saw something coming at him from a distance, he'd take off like hell was on his heels. It was somewhat of an instinct, now... which probably contributed to why he had no friends. Oh well, all that mattered was that it kept him alive right?