Lookin' Like a True Survivor _ Peachfuzz

General Info :
Clan: FogClan

Name: Peachfuzz

Name Meaning: 
Peach - Because of her sparse, fuzzy fur.
Fuzz - For her soft personality, and for her fuzzy fur.

Previous Names: Peaches, Peachkit, Peachpaw

Nicknames: Peachie, Peaches

Gender: She-cat

Age: 13 Moons

Rank: Warrior

Mentor: Pigeonflurry

Apprentice: n/a

Religious belief: ★★★★☆ - "P-papa's in StarClan. T-they gotta be there, he-he's there!"



Personality :
 Polite - She tries to help others, especially elders, in any way possible.
 Calm - Peachfuzz is always very laid back and hardly ever loses her temper. 
 Quiet - Peachfuzz is naturally very softspoken, and has a hard time speaking up. She doesn't like loud noises, and her voice almost seems to reflect that.
 Absentminded -  She's always lost in her thoughts. Sometimes it's just her thinking about 'what-ifs' other times it's her remembering what had happened to her in the past. Whatever she's thinking about, it takes a few tries to snap her back to attention.
 Nervous - Peachfuzz is constantly alert and wary, and sudden noises scare her. She has developed some tics, such as shuffling her paws or flicking her ears nervously.
 Untrusting - Due to Peachfuzz's history, she doesn't trust other cats easily. She flinches whenever anyone raises a paw, and likes being secluded so that she doesn't have to deal with the anxiety of being with others.


History :
-Before Birth- 
Peach and Jackson weren't really 'mates.' They were part of a kitten mill that had forced the two together. Though they didn't necessarily dislike each other; on the contrary, they cared for each other very much. Just... in more of a 'brother-sister' kind of care. Despite this, the two had many litters together. All of the litters they had were viciously ripped from Peach's belly almost a week after birth. This distressed both of them, most specifically, Peach. She didn't want her litters, but after she gave birth, she couldn't help but love them. She always knew what would happen when they were born, but after a few days she warmed up to them, despite telling herself that they would be torn away eventually. One of their litters were two kittens, named Peaches and Tuttle. 

-Early Life- 
The litter was frail. The kittens didn't mewl much, and could hardly move, even after a few days. Peach watched Tuttle breathe shallowly almost every night as he slept. Peaches, though frail, seemed much stronger than her brother. She at least shuffled around towards Peach's belly. Tuttle had to be dragged closer, or coaxed. Though the litter was weak, and they didn't seem likely to survive, this made Jackson and Peach hopeful. If they were this quiet, this weak... they could be hidden. Weeks passed, Peach got pregnant again, and the kits were still hidden. The twolegs assumed that the queen's last litter were stillbirths, and someone else cleaned them up. But secretly, Peaches and Tuttle were growing.
After a week, the two kits got enough strength to at least open their eyes and hobble around the small cage. One day, however, Tuttle got too curious, and tumbled into the cage front, smacking into the glass. The clang alerted a twoleg, who, enraged that a kitten had been withheld from being sold, grabbed the tom-kit viciously by the scruff and flung him into a door. A loud crack resounded through the metal room, as Peaches looked at her brother's limp body from behind her mother's back in horror. Peach told her daughter not to look, as Jackson stood in front of the two cats, hissing at the twoleg and swiping his declawed paws at it. It grabbed her father, throwing him into another cage, before searching the cage for her. It finally managed to grasp her ear, and gripped it horribly, tearing her ear as he angrily dropped her onto the ground and kicked her to the side. She gasped in pain, but, luckily, she wasn't thrown like her brother. She was alive. The twoleg sighed, rubbing it's grotesque face, and grabbed her leg, pulling her up painfully and just... tossing her into a cage, not caring that the free skin on her leg snagged onto the cage and tore her flesh. As she whimpered in pain, she could do nothing but sit and listen as her parent's cooed reassurances to her. 
-
One day, Peaches managed to get out, and as she scurried around, searching for an exit, she was met with an angry looking, black tom-cat with burning amber eyes. The tom slashed at her, and, even as she tried to scrabble away, continued to claw her angrily. As she managed to get back to the hands of an angered twoleg, another kicked the tom to the side, only to have his leg attacked.
Just as the twoleg reached to put the she-kit into her cage again, the door had begun making noise. As she was carried to the door, she met icy blue eyes of a white and black tom. She tilted her head, confused, only for the tom to do the same. The two were carried to the same cage, and Peaches lied limply as the tom scuffled at the sides of the cage. Eventually, he noticed the she-kit laying there, breathing shallowly, and had begun to lick at her wounds, many of which were infected and festering. Though the tom was disgusted, he realized how young the kit was, and kept licking. Though painful, Peaches noticed that the pain had at least begun to get better the more the tom licked. Sure, it still hurt, but... better. She finally managed to blink her eyes open and look at the tom. He was watching her. She asked his name. He responded, "I'm Batcry. I'm from the outside." She was in awe. Outside? What was outside the cages? In her mind, nothing was outside the cages.
-
She had begun to get used to Batcry's presence, the tom lightening her mood in the simplest of ways. It was only a week after her separation from her parents, and Tuttle's death, but she felt as if she's known this tom forever, even though she's only known him for about... three days? Maybe four. One day, she spots a twoleg moving towards their cage, probably to... move her? They had begun inspecting her, probably to see if she was old enough to mate. As the twoleg unlock their cage, she feels herself being picked up harshly, scooped up by Batcry. He races across the ground, evading the twoleg, until the door was opened by another. As he slipped under their legs, Peaches only got one look at her mother and father, both looked shocked, but she could see a faint smile on her mother's maw. It was the last time she saw them.
Peaches was in awe at what was outside of the cages. What were all of these... brown bars in the ground? More cages? When she asked the tom, he told her they were called 'trees.' As she stared at them in wonder, another thought crossed her mind.
"Where are we going?" She asked.
She watched the tom's mouth quirk in a smile. 
"Home."

-Kithood- 
Now in FogClan with the name Peachkit, Batcry had taken Peachkit in as his own. She had seen him as a father, even calling him 'Papa' or 'Daddy.' Though she was much happier in FogClan than she was in the cages, there were many kits that didn't like her, or found her strange. She was called 'Fleshkit' and 'No-fur,' much to her discomfort. She was shoved around, snapped at, and even swiped at by a small tom by the name of Stormkit. One day, as Stormkit had begun to goad her, she found that she had had enough of his bullying, and pounced on the tom, clawing his face viciously. She was pulled off of him by Batcry, and, after she had seen the blood on the kit's weeping face, she immediately felt bad, and hadn't wanted to fight anymore. But, Stormkit stopped bothering her, as well as the rest of the kits. At least she taught them a lesson.
One day, Batcry left, which made Peachkit panic. Where had he gone?! Was he gone now, just like her mommy and daddy?! After a few hours, at dusk, he returned, which made Peachkit cry out of relief. He explained to her that his name was now Batstar, and he had to lead FogClan. 
Peachkit begun to make friends with the other kits in the nursery: Sunkit, Burrkit, Sweetkit, and Mudkit. She had gotten along well with Sunkit, but Burrkit seemed to enjoy harassing Peachkit. But Peachkit always noticed that as soon as she had begun to cry, the tom-kit had let up his insults. Despite his frequent complaints and insults, they had managed to become... acquaintances. The kitten also met a young she-cat named Chickadeepaw, who, though they got off on the wrong foot, Peachkit now thinks very highly of the prissy apprentice.
When Peachkit was 4 moons old, Batstar had begun to grow ill. She always worried for her daddy, but Ferretnose and the medicine cats hadn't allowed her to get closer, for fear that the illness was contagious. Little did she know, her father was dying, life by life.
At 5 moons old, Ferretnose came to Peachkit with bad news. She wouldn't even call it that, 'bad' was too simple. It was horrible, gut-wrenching.
Batstar was dead. She mourned longer than anyone else; in fact, she was so grief-stricken she would have forgotten to eat, had it not been for Cinnamon, Burrkit, and Chickadeepaw. 

-Apprenticeship-
At 6 moons, Peachkit was made an apprentice, and given Pigeonflurry as a mentor. Pigeonflurry had just joined the clan, and was fairly new to clan life. Peachpaw liked Pigeonflurry because, while the she-cat was boisterous and often too loud, Peachpaw knew she cared deeply for her apprentice. She was constantly asking if she was okay, and if she was overwhelmed, which Peachpaw appreciated greatly, because most of the time she was, in fact, overwhelmed. Pigeonflurry helped Peachpaw to forget her sadness, that is, until Chickadeepaw died. 
The she-cat's death was incredibly sudden; Peachpaw hadn't even realized she was sick until she was gone. Peachpaw was saddened deeply, and wouldn't let anyone near her, except for Pigeonflurry and Cinnamon. She refused to eat, and lost weight quickly. But neither she-cat could convince Peachpaw to eat. And then, Burrpaw smashed through her haze, practically forcing food down Peachpaw's throat. He spat at her, hissed that no one would want her to go out like this, they died so she could keep living, so stop being so fucking sad all the time! Peachpaw was shocked, scared, but at the same time felt... hopeful. Sure, she wasn't better, she was still incredibly underweight and grief-stricken, but at least she was eating, now. 
She tentatively tagged along with Burrpaw and his training, and he begrudgingly allowed it. She started going back to training, and learned to hunt incredibly. The only issue she had was fighting; she didn't like fighting and didn't like the idea of causing pain to someone else. Pigeonflurry, though insistent that she needed to learn, didn't push Peachpaw too much. She just taught her the basics and hoped it would be enough. 

-Warriorhood-
Peachpaw was made a warrior a moon late. She understood, though, Ferretstar was overwhelmed with his new duties, she could wait.
She was made a warrior with the name of Peachfuzz, for her fuzzy fur and soft disposition. She's somewhat upset, though; she can't really tag along with Burrpaw while he's training, anymore. But that's okay, he's about to become a warrior, too! And at least Pigeonflurry lets her share her nest, sometimes!


Physical Info :
Fur: Pale with calico patches.
Eyes: Gray-blue.
Fur Type: n/a
Build: Malnourished and scrawny.
Scent: Dust and moss, along with average FogClan scent.
Size: Smaller than average.
Breed: Sphynx


Sexuality Info :
Orientation: Demisexual
Preferences: Toms
Looking For: A kind tom that doesn't mind what she'd look like, who only cares for her well-being.


Kin :
Mother: Peach (A pale, calico sphynx she-cat with bright blue eyes. Kittypet.)
Father: Jackson (A dark sphynx tom with deep green eyes. Kittypet.)
Siblings: Tuttle (A lavender sphynx tom-kit with green eyes. Deceased.)

Adopted Father: Batstar (A white tom with black spots and blue eyes. FogClan. delcatts)
Adopted Mother: Cinnamon (A pale, blind she-cat with brown markings and dull green eyes. FogClan. xXLotus-GaleXx) 

Mate: n/a
Kits: n/a


Peachfuzz's Stats



Goals :
 = Accomplished!
 = Almost there!
 = Hasn't started, Not close

 - Become an apprentice


Facts :
 = Unknown, Secret 
 = Everyone knows



Quote That Represents Their Character :


Other :
Likes: Batstar, Someone being with her, Flowers
Dislikes: Sudden noises, Being bugged because of her pelt, Being asked about her scars.

Strengths: Sneaky, Smart, Good at climbing
Weaknesses: Can't fish, Not strong, Doesn't like fighting, Very skittish.

Voice: tbd

Fears: Getting yelled at, Huge groups of cats (She likes little groups, but dislikes large groups of cats.)


Theme Song(s) :
Doubt - twenty one pilots - Link
"Don't forget ab-b-b-b-bout me, don't forget ab-b-b-b-bout me. Even when I doubt you, I'm no good without you, no, no."

I'm Still Standing - Taron Egerton - Link
"Don't you know I'm still standing better than I ever did? Looking like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid! I'm still standing after all this time, Picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind. I'm still standing! Yeah, yeah yeah! I'm still standing! Yeah, yeah yeah!"

Trivia :
- Has Anxiety
- Stutters when she's nervous
- Had a problem with eating and is now terribly terribly skinny.


Peachfuzz's Relations


Roleplay Information :
Chat RP : Yes (Group RPs only)
Note RP : Yes (Preferred)
Skype RP : Yes (Friends and Group RPs only)
Comment RP : Yes

How Active are you? (1-10) : 7
Timezone/Place of Residence (generalized) :  US Eastern Standard, Tennessee