E v e n i n g c l o u d
"Oh Buttercups! I didn't see you there! Sorry 'bout that!"
Basics
{ Name } Eveningcloud
{ Previous Names } Tiramisu
{ Age } 27 moons
{ Gender } Transgender Female
{ Sexuality } Demiromantic Pansexual
{ Rank } Warrior
{ Breed } Purebred Toyger
{ Heritage } 100% Kittypet
Education
inactive // dead
{ Mentor } N/A
{ Former Mentor } Open
{ Future Mentor } N/A
{ Apprentice } Darkeningpaw
{ Former Apprentices } N/A
{ Future Apprentice } Open
Appearance
{ Coat Color(s) } Creamy brown, russet, and a bit of white and black
{ Fur Length } Short
{ Fur Thickness } Not very thick
{ Eye Color } Pale yellow
{ Tail Length } Average
{ Height } Towering; very tall
{ Build } Lean and muscular
{ Scars } A small scar on her shoulder from the Riverclan raid
{ Distinctive Features } Her height
"Cottonballs! I must’ve scared that toad straight away, huh?”
Personality
Happy-go-lucky | Eager to please | Bit of a goofball | Naive | Cheerful | Optimistic | Absent minded | Playful | Flustered easily | Gullible | Reckless | Clumsy | Pacifist
Where to get started on Eveningcloud… well for one she’s… easygoing. The molly shows almost no concern about the future and how her actions now may affect her later on. She’s just living in the moment, without a care in the world. Another thing about her is she- well she just wants to make everyone happy. Sadness and anger and all that stuff are so negative, so why would she want another cat to feel that way? It just makes sense to try to make others filled with the most positive emotion- happiness.
Goofy is an easy term to describe her as. The large feline is… well just a goof. From her word choices to the top of her ears to the tip of her tail just radiates her comical nature. On that note, she is extremely playful and energetic. She’s frequently running around the camp and playing mossball with kits (the only cats that’ll play it with her) along with (her favorite game), tag. Learned from her moons as a kittypet, she’ll go up and boop cats- sometimes strangers- and scream the word at them, expecting them to play along.Speaking of being a kittypet, something she didn’t learn from those moons are that some cats.. aren’t the best. Eveningcloud thinks that everyone is nice and should be trusted- she sees no evil in the world. While this can be taken good or bad- depending on the situation- when it’s bad, it’s bad. Due to her gullible nature the molly can be easily manipulated and taken advantage of, all without her knowing it. Because hey, all cats are nice, right?
Even with her happy personality, she cannot take compliments. Even the smallest comment leaves her stumbling over her words and not knowing how to respond. It usually takes her multiple tries before she can reply with a choppy “thank you”- and return it with a (very) awkward, on the spot compliment. Eveningcloud just doesn’t know how to take them. Oh, and flirting. She has utterly no idea how to react to them. Should she smile and take it with stride? Or maybe let them down gently- or let them know that she’s not interested at all? The feline wouldn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, it leaves her in utter disarray.In the ear and out the other is an affliction that seems to cross Eveningcloud frequently. She seems to forget nearly everything. Duties, chores, even her current location she may forget! The molly always wants to be with another cat when going out in clan territory- every “landmark” looks exactly the same to her. And not to forget how she trips over literally everything. No root is safe from her clumsy paws, she’s constantly tripping over things. Of course, she always finds a way to get dramatically hurt by the tumbles too, much to her annoyance.
Optimism is easily a word to describe her as. She’s a glass half full kind of gal. Everything has a positive to it, no matter how bad it may appear. That’s one of this felines biggest strengths- moral support. You don’t have to worry about gloom with Eveningcloud; even if you may want some clouds to cover her constantly shining personality. Another thing about her is that she cannot stand fighting. She just can’t. The pure idea of bloodshed makes her feel all nauseous and sad- an emotion she doesn’t like or experience all that much.Lastly, because of her “live in the moment” lifestyle, she tends not to be the most careful. Anything she does is done without a second thought, leading to some… questionable choices. Jumping from tree branch to tree branch because why not? Check off of this mollies bucket list. Seeing how close she can get to cars on the thunderpath? Of course! Obviously, Eveningcloud doesn’t particularly care what could result from these incidents. Slightly an adrenaline junky, she’ll continue doin’ what she loves- putting herself in mortal danger just for the heck of it.
Relationships
inactive // dead
{ Love Interests }
Name | Stance | Thoughts
Name | Stance | Thoughts
{ Best Friends }
Name | Stance | Thoughts
Name | Stance | Thoughts
{ Friends }
Beastspark | Just met | Very boppible
Strawberrythorn | Hasn’t met yet
Stormlily | Hasn’t met yet
Blackcanary | Hasn’t met yet
Sheeplight | Hasn’t met yet
{ Neutral }
Name | Stance | Thoughts
Name | Stance | Thoughts
{ Enemies }
Blackfoot | Hasn’t met yet
Family
inactive // dead // *NPC
{ Mother }
Name | Biological/Adopted | Thoughts
{ Father }
Name | Biological/Adopted | Thoughts
{ Sisters }
Name | Biological/Adopted | Thoughts
Name | Biological/Adopted | Thoughts
{ Brothers }
Name | Biological/Adopted | Thoughts
Name | Biological/Adopted | Thoughts
{ Nieces }
Name | Biological/Adoptive | via. who | Thoughts
Name | Biological/Adoptive | via. who | Thoughts
{ Nephews }
Name | Biological/Adoptive | via. who | Thoughts
Name | Biological/Adoptive | via. who | Thoughts
{ Mate }
Name | Former/Current | Thoughts
{ Sons }
Name | Biological/Adoptive | Thoughts
Name | Biological/Adoptive | Thoughts
{ Daughters }
Name | Biological/Adoptive | Thoughts
Name | Biological/Adoptive | Thoughts
“Oh rats… guess I bumped into somethin' again.”
Extras
{ Physical Health } Good- very active
{ Illness(es) } ADHD
{ Illness Description } Gets very excitable and energetic, along with not being able to focus on anything and being easily distracted
{ Phobia(s) } Developing
{ Phobia Reason(s) } N/A
{ Scent } Pine trees, honey, and other combinations of bittersweet scents
{ Accent } American
{ Voice } Pretty loud and fast- jumps from one word to the next. Very sing-songy. Tries to make her voice higher than it actually is.
{ Theme Song(s) } T.B.A
{ Personality Type } Entertainer (ESFP-A)
{ Type }
•Only attracted to those she had a platonic relationship with beforehand
•Has a fascination with fluffy white cats- always wants to touch their fur (and will do it out of the blue)
•Can be attracted to any gender; Panromantic
•Cold and hostile cats are an immediate turn off; she wouldn’t want to be friends with them prior
•Does think that scars can be pretty cool, but doesn’t like to see them healing. Would never admit she likes them, though.
•Perhaps a bit of calm to settle the storm
•Not very big on flirts. Gets flustered easily by them
{ Facts }
•Doesn’t believe in Starclan, but sees the appeal for have faith in them. Thinks cats that follow them do it to be comforted by the thought of death
•Has a number of weird phrases, such as “Oh buttercups” and her own way of cursing, like loudly proclaiming “Cottonballs!” Also says “huh” a lot
•In and out of the medicine cat den because she always finds a way to get hurt somehow
•Constantly wants to boop anything she likes- will just bop a cat randomly for no apparent reason
•Likes kits, especially ones with lots of fur and look like one big fluff ball
•Surprisingly good at fighting, probably due to her bigger size and naturally lean figure. Though it’s not like she would hurt someone willingly or anything.
{ Name Origin }
Evening- Her coat colors (lowkey liked the name and requested it) | Cloud- Her absentminded and forgetful personality
“It’s not my fault I bopped you. You were just too fluffy, I couldn’t help myself.”
Backstory
Tiramisu was bred as a pure-bred Toyger, and was kept by the breeder to be used in a breeding project when she got older. The rest of her siblings were sold off somewhere, and so were her parents once they got too old to breed. The house was, to say the least, a madhouse. The two-leg was rarely there, and she must’ve owned dozens of cats. Before Tiramisu could be used for breeding, she found the door had been left open. Never being outside before, she immediately took the opportunity and escaped.
The molly must’ve been about 13 moons at the time of her escape, and it was wonderful. So many new scents and sights, and cats that didn’t look like a photocopy of herself. She stayed in twoleg place for a while, scavenging for food in the dump, not knowing how to hunt. She was fine with the life, at least she was free. Only about a moon or two in to living in the alley ways she decided to expand her horizons and go to the forest.
Pretty early on she met a cat that called themselves a “loner”, whatever that meant. They briefly taught her how to hunt, claiming they “had nothing better to do” or something like that. Oh well, at least Tiramisu could feed herself now. Once she actually got some protein- not those dry, crunchy flakes she was always fed- the molly started to get lean and even slightly muscular. If she were to gain any fat, it was quickly burnt off by her… excessive running and goofing around.
Finally, she stumbled upon a group of cats that called themselves “Shadowclan”. What an odd name. She might’ve been what, 16 moons at that point? Well anyways they let her in, probably due to her big size and ability to hunt for herself. She was trained for a while in clan life, before finally receiving the name “Eveningcloud”. After that, she could finally let her guard down and show everyone her kit-like personality.
{ Name } Eveningcloud
{ Previous Names } Tiramisu
{ Age } 27 moons
{ Gender } Transgender Female
{ Sexuality } Demiromantic Pansexual
{ Rank } Warrior
{ Breed } Purebred Toyger
{ Heritage } 100% Kittypet
Education
inactive // dead
{ Mentor } N/A
{ Former Mentor } Open
{ Future Mentor } N/A
{ Apprentice } Darkeningpaw
{ Former Apprentices } N/A
{ Future Apprentice } Open
Appearance
{ Coat Color(s) } Creamy brown, russet, and a bit of white and black
{ Fur Length } Short
{ Fur Thickness } Not very thick
{ Eye Color } Pale yellow
{ Tail Length } Average
{ Height } Towering; very tall
{ Build } Lean and muscular
{ Scars } A small scar on her shoulder from the Riverclan raid
{ Distinctive Features } Her height
"Cottonballs! I must’ve scared that toad straight away, huh?”
Personality
Happy-go-lucky | Eager to please | Bit of a goofball | Naive | Cheerful | Optimistic | Absent minded | Playful | Flustered easily | Gullible | Reckless | Clumsy | Pacifist
Where to get started on Eveningcloud… well for one she’s… easygoing. The molly shows almost no concern about the future and how her actions now may affect her later on. She’s just living in the moment, without a care in the world. Another thing about her is she- well she just wants to make everyone happy. Sadness and anger and all that stuff are so negative, so why would she want another cat to feel that way? It just makes sense to try to make others filled with the most positive emotion- happiness.
Goofy is an easy term to describe her as. The large feline is… well just a goof. From her word choices to the top of her ears to the tip of her tail just radiates her comical nature. On that note, she is extremely playful and energetic. She’s frequently running around the camp and playing mossball with kits (the only cats that’ll play it with her) along with (her favorite game), tag. Learned from her moons as a kittypet, she’ll go up and boop cats- sometimes strangers- and scream the word at them, expecting them to play along.Speaking of being a kittypet, something she didn’t learn from those moons are that some cats.. aren’t the best. Eveningcloud thinks that everyone is nice and should be trusted- she sees no evil in the world. While this can be taken good or bad- depending on the situation- when it’s bad, it’s bad. Due to her gullible nature the molly can be easily manipulated and taken advantage of, all without her knowing it. Because hey, all cats are nice, right?
Even with her happy personality, she cannot take compliments. Even the smallest comment leaves her stumbling over her words and not knowing how to respond. It usually takes her multiple tries before she can reply with a choppy “thank you”- and return it with a (very) awkward, on the spot compliment. Eveningcloud just doesn’t know how to take them. Oh, and flirting. She has utterly no idea how to react to them. Should she smile and take it with stride? Or maybe let them down gently- or let them know that she’s not interested at all? The feline wouldn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, it leaves her in utter disarray.In the ear and out the other is an affliction that seems to cross Eveningcloud frequently. She seems to forget nearly everything. Duties, chores, even her current location she may forget! The molly always wants to be with another cat when going out in clan territory- every “landmark” looks exactly the same to her. And not to forget how she trips over literally everything. No root is safe from her clumsy paws, she’s constantly tripping over things. Of course, she always finds a way to get dramatically hurt by the tumbles too, much to her annoyance.
Optimism is easily a word to describe her as. She’s a glass half full kind of gal. Everything has a positive to it, no matter how bad it may appear. That’s one of this felines biggest strengths- moral support. You don’t have to worry about gloom with Eveningcloud; even if you may want some clouds to cover her constantly shining personality. Another thing about her is that she cannot stand fighting. She just can’t. The pure idea of bloodshed makes her feel all nauseous and sad- an emotion she doesn’t like or experience all that much.Lastly, because of her “live in the moment” lifestyle, she tends not to be the most careful. Anything she does is done without a second thought, leading to some… questionable choices. Jumping from tree branch to tree branch because why not? Check off of this mollies bucket list. Seeing how close she can get to cars on the thunderpath? Of course! Obviously, Eveningcloud doesn’t particularly care what could result from these incidents. Slightly an adrenaline junky, she’ll continue doin’ what she loves- putting herself in mortal danger just for the heck of it.
Relationships
inactive // dead
{ Love Interests }
Name | Stance | Thoughts
Name | Stance | Thoughts
{ Best Friends }
Name | Stance | Thoughts
Name | Stance | Thoughts
{ Friends }
Beastspark | Just met | Very boppible
Strawberrythorn | Hasn’t met yet
Stormlily | Hasn’t met yet
Blackcanary | Hasn’t met yet
Sheeplight | Hasn’t met yet
{ Neutral }
Name | Stance | Thoughts
Name | Stance | Thoughts
{ Enemies }
Blackfoot | Hasn’t met yet
Family
inactive // dead // *NPC
{ Mother }
Name | Biological/Adopted | Thoughts
{ Father }
Name | Biological/Adopted | Thoughts
{ Sisters }
Name | Biological/Adopted | Thoughts
Name | Biological/Adopted | Thoughts
{ Brothers }
Name | Biological/Adopted | Thoughts
Name | Biological/Adopted | Thoughts
{ Nieces }
Name | Biological/Adoptive | via. who | Thoughts
Name | Biological/Adoptive | via. who | Thoughts
{ Nephews }
Name | Biological/Adoptive | via. who | Thoughts
Name | Biological/Adoptive | via. who | Thoughts
{ Mate }
Name | Former/Current | Thoughts
{ Sons }
Name | Biological/Adoptive | Thoughts
Name | Biological/Adoptive | Thoughts
{ Daughters }
Name | Biological/Adoptive | Thoughts
Name | Biological/Adoptive | Thoughts
“Oh rats… guess I bumped into somethin' again.”
Extras
{ Physical Health } Good- very active
{ Illness(es) } ADHD
{ Illness Description } Gets very excitable and energetic, along with not being able to focus on anything and being easily distracted
{ Phobia(s) } Developing
{ Phobia Reason(s) } N/A
{ Scent } Pine trees, honey, and other combinations of bittersweet scents
{ Accent } American
{ Voice } Pretty loud and fast- jumps from one word to the next. Very sing-songy. Tries to make her voice higher than it actually is.
{ Theme Song(s) } T.B.A
{ Personality Type } Entertainer (ESFP-A)
{ Type }
•Only attracted to those she had a platonic relationship with beforehand
•Has a fascination with fluffy white cats- always wants to touch their fur (and will do it out of the blue)
•Can be attracted to any gender; Panromantic
•Cold and hostile cats are an immediate turn off; she wouldn’t want to be friends with them prior
•Does think that scars can be pretty cool, but doesn’t like to see them healing. Would never admit she likes them, though.
•Perhaps a bit of calm to settle the storm
•Not very big on flirts. Gets flustered easily by them
{ Facts }
•Doesn’t believe in Starclan, but sees the appeal for have faith in them. Thinks cats that follow them do it to be comforted by the thought of death
•Has a number of weird phrases, such as “Oh buttercups” and her own way of cursing, like loudly proclaiming “Cottonballs!” Also says “huh” a lot
•In and out of the medicine cat den because she always finds a way to get hurt somehow
•Constantly wants to boop anything she likes- will just bop a cat randomly for no apparent reason
•Likes kits, especially ones with lots of fur and look like one big fluff ball
•Surprisingly good at fighting, probably due to her bigger size and naturally lean figure. Though it’s not like she would hurt someone willingly or anything.
{ Name Origin }
Evening- Her coat colors (lowkey liked the name and requested it) | Cloud- Her absentminded and forgetful personality
“It’s not my fault I bopped you. You were just too fluffy, I couldn’t help myself.”
Backstory
Tiramisu was bred as a pure-bred Toyger, and was kept by the breeder to be used in a breeding project when she got older. The rest of her siblings were sold off somewhere, and so were her parents once they got too old to breed. The house was, to say the least, a madhouse. The two-leg was rarely there, and she must’ve owned dozens of cats. Before Tiramisu could be used for breeding, she found the door had been left open. Never being outside before, she immediately took the opportunity and escaped.
The molly must’ve been about 13 moons at the time of her escape, and it was wonderful. So many new scents and sights, and cats that didn’t look like a photocopy of herself. She stayed in twoleg place for a while, scavenging for food in the dump, not knowing how to hunt. She was fine with the life, at least she was free. Only about a moon or two in to living in the alley ways she decided to expand her horizons and go to the forest.
Pretty early on she met a cat that called themselves a “loner”, whatever that meant. They briefly taught her how to hunt, claiming they “had nothing better to do” or something like that. Oh well, at least Tiramisu could feed herself now. Once she actually got some protein- not those dry, crunchy flakes she was always fed- the molly started to get lean and even slightly muscular. If she were to gain any fat, it was quickly burnt off by her… excessive running and goofing around.
Finally, she stumbled upon a group of cats that called themselves “Shadowclan”. What an odd name. She might’ve been what, 16 moons at that point? Well anyways they let her in, probably due to her big size and ability to hunt for herself. She was trained for a while in clan life, before finally receiving the name “Eveningcloud”. After that, she could finally let her guard down and show everyone her kit-like personality.