{ | General Information | }

{ Name }
Ciqala (Little One)

{ Gender }
Male | Tom cat

{ Age }
6 Moons

{ Rank }
Warrior

{ Tribe }
Tribe of Howling Ice

{ | Personal Information | }

{ Traits Overview }

| Innocent | Submissive | Feminine | Gullible | Clumsy | Caring | Jealous |

{Traits Explained }

Innocent
In his short life, Ciqala has never really become knowledgeable about the kind of things one should know as an adult. With no real father to raise him, he had no one to look to for advice such as this. Matters of the heart, matters of how he should act, and all over any actions, he doesn't understand. Ciqala may be young in this sense, but he is an adult, so do not doubt that. He is just lacking a bit of information in some fields that apprentice training doesn't teach. When it comes to common knowledge and training, he is not lacking

Submissive
Ciqala isn't the rebellious type. In fact he's never rebelled in his life. Teased and bullied in his kithood and into his apprenticeship, the little male simply bowed his head and took it. Ciqala doesn't fight back, when he is told to do something he does it without question or complaint. This tom is naturally drawn to dominant personalities and follows orders obediently. This trait can make him susceptible to being used, so if you wish to, then note me about it so we can work it out

Feminine
Not much needs to be said about this specific trait. When it comes down to it, there is almost nothing manly about this feline. From the way he looks to the way he talks, his entire being just screams 'female'. He wasn't raised this way, it just happened. His appearance came from his desire to keep his fur well groomed. He doesn't like to get dirty, and he doesn't like foul language. He is a female with male parts. His voice as well is very feminine, soft and sweet, while his scent screams female, a mixture of flowers and grass. Feel free to tease him or to treat him like a female

Gullible
Ciqala is the sort of cat who would believe anything. If you told him you had solved world hunger, he would ongratulate you and insist he helps spread the word/. He believes almost everything he hears, which makes it difficult for him to separate rumors from fact. He is also often responsible for spreading the rumors themselves. Sometimes not the sharpest knife in the drawer, it can take Ciqala a while to work things out on his own. Some cats might try to take advantage of him, because he tends to believe his friends are perfect and couldn't imagine that they'd do anything to hurt him. He's a bit of a pushover and it is easy for other cats to get him to do what they want. Far too trusting, Ciqala is easily manipulated and will do anything he is told to do.

Clumsy
Ciqala is one of the most awkward cats of Ice Tribe, often stumbling over his own paws and getting himself into stuff that he isn't supposed to be in to. With his lack of confidence, this can spiral out of control as he would trip over things, stumble across his words or do something else that embarrasses him. In his awkwardness, he can also avoid things/cats that make him feel weird, like a crush or a cat that doesn't like him. His mood and personality can fluctuate his awkwardness, making it easier for him to interact or harder for him to even talk to a Tribe-Mate. Every time there is an accident and it involves him, he gets weird and apologizes quickly, not wanting to get beaten or anything like that.

Caring
Not much has changed as far as personalities go for Ciqala, and he is still the kind, considerate sweetheart he was when he was young. His touch is still as gentle as a butterfly's, his voice is still soft and welcoming, and his friendliness towards all hasn't faded in the least. He would pick flowers for his best friend to see rather than fight, and he loves to help others if there is a task they cannot handle alone. Though don't be too surprised if he may get a bit of an attitude if you try his patience. Ciqala doesn't have to be nice to everyone, certainly not those who act in a way that may irritate him, and he's gained a bit of toughness from his friends. However, all in all, Ciqala struggles to have feelings of malice or discomfort with anyone he meets, and would rathim go a week without grooming than hurt someone's feelings.

Jealous
Ciqala can get easily jealous due to him having less friends than the average cat. This male will especially get jealous if it's another tom liking one of his female friends. He'll usually watch you if you interfere with his love life or friendship life. He doesn't like cats being taken away from them, so he'll get frustrated if that ever happens. Due to his orientation as well, this trait can be a bit more emphasized, in a sense. Due to his appreciation of males, this means he gets jealous when they hit on females. He finds himself angry when he sees too many couples in love, knowing its hard for him t find someone for him.

{ History }

Life before responsibilities

A small young she-cat with gorgeous blue eyes, Aiyana was an only child, born to two senior warriors. Mikasi was a tom born into a large family, with three brothers and a whole other side, half brothers, cousins and aunts/uncles. He was used to company, being surrounded by people who loved him. When these two cats became apprentices, they were the same age. Leaving the comfort of their cozy lives, the two apprentice began training. They were rivals from the beginning, due to the svere difference in how they were raised. Aiyana was raised to enjoy silence and moments of relaxation. Mikasi was raised to crave noise. So before they were even 6 moons they hated each other. Mikasi thought she was a goody two shoes, and Aiyana thought of him as nothing more than an ignorant pig.

Moons later, and thy had both improved in their training. A patrol was set up to judge the two apprentices on their skills. The goal of the patrol was to work on teamwork, as both apprentice seemed to be lacking in that, especially with each other. Their mentors had grown tired of this lack of respect for the power of teamwork, and had dcided t pair them up on a patrol. While out, the apprentices were taunting each other and making challenges that the other would step up to. Their mentors got annoyed and sent them to go catch two pieces of prey each. Jokingly, Mikasi told Aiyana that they could meet some foul sorts while alone.

"You are so pretty, they woudn't be able to resist the urge to just eat you up! Make sure you are constantly looking over your shoulder. Being too cautious can't ever hurt.."

The glimmer in his yes said he was joking, and while Aiyana appreciated the compliment that he had backhandedly, she couldn't shake the feeling that he was right. As she hunted, she found herself looking around a lot more often than she had been before. This proved to be very valuable, as right after she had caught a sparrow, she looked around. Just in time to see a fox leaping at her. She screeched and dodged in the nick of time and took off. Her cry alerted her mentor and Mikasi's mentor, who came forth quickly, and leapt to defend her. Once the fox had been run off, Mikasi stood beside the terrified apprentice, letting hr lean against his side. She had to work up the courage, but she thanked him for his advice.

"If you hadn't of teased me...I wouldn't have seen it in time...I would had been killed..."

17 moons old and the two apprentices became warriors together. The time since their patrol had them spending a lot more time together, and in the end, when they had become warriors, they were already in love. 20 moons old and they became mates. Some of the youngest cats to become mates, they considered their love to be true love. It started with a fight and ended with a lifetime together. Sadly, not all stories end as happily as they start. Aiyana told Mikasi some great news when she was 25 moons old. She was pregnant with his kits. The couple was ecstatic. Mikasi spent the next moon doting on his mate, on the mother to be. Unfortunately, when she was a moon from giving birth, her mates life came to an end. He was caught out in a storm, and his body was discovered washed up on shore. It was assumed he had slipped, and judging from the wound on the side of his head, that he had slammed into a rock and been unable to fight the current as it took him.

Aiyana was so distraught, she almost miscarried. She pulled through, resolved to bringing the result of her love with her mate into the world. A moon after the death of Mikasi, Aiyana brought two little kits into the world of the Ice tribe. Sadly, with their life came death. The brith was full of complications, and Aiyana didn't survive the process. She had three kits, but died before the third could be born, and by the time the Shamen managed to get him out, he too had passed. Two small kits nuzzled at the belly of their now passed mother. One black and white tom, the runt of the two, and a silver tabby she-kit. The Shamen knew what to name the two, and so Ciqala, or 'Little One' and Lusio, 'Light' became the newest members of the tribe.

Aiyana and Mikasi become enemies at a young age
During a patrol, Mikasi gives Aiyana advice that ends up saving her life
Aiyana and Mikasi become warriors and soon become mates
Mikasi dies a moon before Aiyana delivers
Two kits are born to the she-cat, who dies during the process

Youth begiles innocence

Taken in by another mother in the tribe, Ciqala and Lusio found themselves raised with a big brother. Honovi was born a moon before the two kits, and so he thought himself better than them. This fact, combined with the fact that he actually had his mother and father still, made Ciqala very jealous of the older tom. Nuttah, Honovi's mother, cared for the two kits like they were her own, but to her, she already had a son, and didn't need Ciqala as much. So he was left out of the activities of the family more often than not. This included playing, when Lusio and Honovi would have loads of fun playing games together. They had become close friends and Ciqala began to feel a bit alone, unwanted, and abandoned. This was when he began going off on his own. He never left the tribe's grounds, he was not dumb. But he wandered around the area on his own, and no one really bothered to stop him.

He began to take notice of things that most kits wouldn't have seen, and that most woudn't have even cared about. He started to notice girls, and at the same time, boys. Couples, mates, and best friends were new to the young tom, who was only 3 moons old. He had just started eating something aside from milk, and he was in no way prepared to learn about the birds and the bees. If someone had paid attention to him, he probably wouldn't have turned out the same way. For now, he was ignored. While most toms would take notice of males in a competative way, and of females in an attractive way, that was not the case for the small tom. He began to notice that he paid attention to tom cats more. This wasn't a problem at first. As Honovi and Lusio became closer, Ciqala found himself searching for something he could use to connect with them. So one day, while Lusio was sleeping, he went up to Honovi to talk.

"Honovi? What about girls do you like?"

The older tom was taken by surprise, but he was pleasently so. The two toms bonded for the first time ever. They spent a good chunk of time talking about girls and such. Things were going great, and Ciqala felt included for the first time ever. Lusio woke up and joined hin, talking about boys. The young were 4 moons now, and thy were talking about things they like. Finally Honovi asked Ciqala what he liked. Without thinking, he answered. Since he had begun wandering around on his own, he had noticed something that he liked, or at least appreciated.

"I think I like toms that are strong!"

Lusio and Honovi stared at him, and he didn't understand what he had said wrong. They stopped talking to him at that time and things went back to how they were. 5 moons old and Ciqala was approached by Honovi. He didn't know what he wanted, but he soon found out. Over the next moon, Ciqala became, to put it quit simply, Honovi's bitch. He was doing everything for him. Fatching prey, clearing the nest. He was okay doing it, because it meant he wasn't left out. Right before Ciqala began training, Honovi let it slip to his Mother that Ciqala liked boys. Nuttah became outraged, and forbid Ciqala from socializing with her family again. This included Lusio, his own sister. Ciqala spent the last few days before he became an apprentice with the Wise Ones.

Ciqala and Lusio are adopted by another Mother
Lusio and Honovi become best friends, Ciqala is abandoned
Honovi begins tormenting Ciqala and using him
Adoptive Mother disowns Cipala for what he is

Training Brings Terror

Training began for the apprentice, assigned to the senior warrior Miakoda. Her methods were soft but relentless. His training moved slowly at first, but he began to feel his muscles growing, his skills sharpening. Disowned by his family, most of the tribe members didn't care about who he liked, as if Nuttah told them. She was too embarassed. Honovi lead a group of apprentices, and he found the most interesting activity was to pick on the small male. Ciqala was still small, even smaller than his sister. Day after day he was tormented. He would return from training to try to relax, only to find himself pulled away from his nest and into a group situation. There he would be forced to listen to insults, receive beatings with sheathed claws, and do whatever the bullies say.

This continued for a few moons, and when he was 8 moons old, Ciqala cracked. He stopped fighting back, and in turn, began accepting the torment. He would return from training and instantly go to find the group of bullies. It was always better to go to them, rather than be dragged out. They too kept his secret, for it was easier to pick on him should no one know. He found his torment was easier to deal with if he didn't fight back or argue. Nothing was evr overly cruel, and so the most it did was leave him feeling useless and good for nothing. Two more months went by, and when he was 10 moons old, he had just completed an assessment. Miakoda had given him a lot of praise, and had told him he was one of the top apprentices in the tribes. Ciqala was so proud of this, when he got back from the assessment, he went to get some freshkill to celebrate. Relaxing for a bit, he had forgotten something that he had gotten used to. Halfway through finishing his fish, while relaxing in the shade under a tree, he felt teeth grab ahold of his scruff.

"Who do you think you are, you dumb fairy! Think you are better than us?!"

Honovi's voice rang through Ciqala's head as he was shoved against the tree. His eyes were wide, fear flooding through his small form. His paws flailed as he tried to fight back against them, but there were two of them and only one of him. He found himself receiving one of the worst beatings he had gotten before, and in the end he was crumpled against the trunk as they kicked dirt over him.

"Such a weak girl, you are so pretty, it's a wonder some tom hasn't claimed you as his bitch yet!"

Ciqala had closed his eyes, preparing for the worst when he heard a yowl followed by a hiss. His eyes flew open in time to see a she-cat standing in front of him, clawing at the air in front of Honovi's chest. A threatening hiss came from her form, larger than him. He recognized her as Lomasi, one of the apprentice that was a moon younger than himself. He should have been embarassed that he needed saving, but h was more appreciative. Offering to share his fish with her, they talked for the rest of the day. He convinced her not to tell anyone what had happened, and when someone asked, he said he fell while trying to climb a tree. He was far from graceful, so it was believed. Lomasi became his protector after that, and while they were friends, Ciqala never really felt close enough to trust her with his secret.

A moon later, Ciqala met Aponivi. The tom was his age, and the two seemed to hit it off. Without constant threat of bullies, Ciqala was able to be himself much more often. This allowed him to make friends. Aponivi became his first real friend, and the two were soon best friends, almost inseperable. His apprentice ship was not so eventful until they took on a Prisioner of War, a battle scarred tom by the name of Raphiel. The next few moons are spent working to pass his final assessment, and during his free time, he spends with either his friend or the POW. He found himself enthralled by the stories the male had to tell, and as time passed, began to realize that this rude male, scarred for life by battles he had won and lost had become the first tom the male had developed feelings for. Fearful of this, he began to avoid the POW, and at 17 moons, he became a warrior. Lusio and Honovi had failed thir final test, meaning Ciqala ranked up alone.

At 8 moons Cipala begins feeling the pressure of the bullies
10 moons old and Lomasi defends him on a bad day
Ciqala meets Aponivi and makes his first real friend
At 12 moons, Ciqala and Aponivi resolve to be best friends forever, doing each others hair
The tribe takes on a POW. Ciqala becomes interested in the tom
17 moons; Ciqala becomes a warrior, leaving his sister behind

Responsibility and Respect

As a warrior, Ciqala found he was actually treated with respect, and he gained a small bit of confidence. He was able to do things on his own, and he was enjoying the new freedom he had earned. With the self esteem he had gotten, he found himself going against the tribe's ways, and he approached Raphiel. With shaking legs, he told the male how he felt. He was fearful of doing so, but Adonivi had encouraged him. So when he did so, he made sure no one else was around. To the young tom's surprise, the rough male smiled and told him he felt the same way. The warrior was so happy, he couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear. The next moon was amazing to the young male, who spent time with Raphiel ever chance he got. He tried not to think about the fact he was going against the ways of the tribe, and that it would never end well. He couldn't spend time thinking about that.

After a patrol one day, he returned and went to visit Raphiel. Honovi stopped him, asking him to help. He was stills truggling to pass the final test, and at 19 moons, was still an apprentice. Ciqala had mixed feelings, but accepted. He wanted to mend things with the male, and helping him might do that. Raphiel knew about the male's past, and so he skipped out on the chores he was supposed to be doing. This was noticed by the senior warriors, who followed him, though he had a head start. Ciqala and Honovi went into the territory to work on hunting. Demonstrating the perfect hunter's crouch, Ciqala didn't notice Honovi creeping up on him. Moments later, he was pinned beneath the male, teeth clenched on his throat. Unable to breath, he struggled to get free. His vision went black, and it was right after he went limp that Raphiel found him, and struck Honovi away from him. The POW stood over Ciqala, trying to wake him. Honovi ran, and found the warriors.

"H-he attacked! T-trying to kill Ciqala! I t-tried to stop him, please! Help!"

The lies of the manipulative male wre believed, and when the warriors rushed forwards, found Raphiel lying beside the young warrior, his paw on his chest. They didn't see the worry or fear in his eyes, they didn't see anything but the fact that a prisoner had supposedly attacked a tribe member. They leapt at him, intent on making him pay. Ciqala woke up just in time to see the male he had become close to run off, blood streaking from his pelt. He was speechless, and as he was escorted back to the tribe's area, was told what happened. He didn't know the truth, he had not held onto the knowledge when he blacked out. So he believed it. Heartbroken, he went to Aponivi the moment he was able, and sought the comfort of his best friend.

His hair had gotten so long that he needed it to be tied back. Rather than using plain hide, he wanted something prettier. Alongside Aponivi, the two took the hide and worked on it. This became a project for the two, and soon enough, they had gathered enough blueberries to stain the hide which was then used to wrap his hair. Aponivi did his hair, and he did his friends. Honovi was thought of as a bully of his past, and he didn't bother him anymore. It took a few moons, but Ciqala got over the heartache and crush he had, moving on. His true love was out there.

One day during a patrol, Ciqala discovered he was not as useless as he once thought. The battle started when a group of rogues attacked his small patrol. Running, he lead the group away from his patrol and managed to circle them. This gave his patrol time to recover from the ambush and also allowed him to run back to warn his tribemates. A second patrol was formed and together the cats fought off the rogues. Ciqala had discovered a strength of his own, and his confidence increased even further.

Bullies from his past need help, Ciqala accepts
During a meeting with the POW, Ciqala confesses his crush, and his feelings are returned
18 moons, and the POW is attacked for trying to defend Ciqala, and is run off. Ciqala believes he had attacked him
Ciqala manages to work past the heartache, knowing love wouldn't have ended that way, and it was a childs crush
Ciqala discovers his skill in speed during a battle with rogues where he leads them away and then doubles around to warn his tribe

Continue the Story

Ciqala has grown since he was born, in more ways than one. He still keeps the scret of his prference of males to females to himself, but he isn't as scared as he once was. It will take time for him to grow up fully, but for now, he is happy where he is.

21 Moons, and Ciqala has a life ahead of him

{ | Bloodlines | }

{ Parents }

Mother | Aiyana (Eternal Blossom)
Father | Mikasi (White Moon)
Adoptive Mother | Nuttah (My Heart)

{ Siblings }

Blood Related | Lusio (Light)
Adoptive | Honovi (Strong Deer)

{ | Interesting Information | }

{ Sexual }
Sexual Preference - Homosexual
Interested in - Dominant Males; Strong; Somewhat demanding/controlling; Bright eyes
Sensitive Spots - Ears and Belly
Activity - Virgin

Current Attractions
None Right Now

Sexual History
= Minor Happenings
= Has been sexually active with
= Regretted

[ Name || Age || Tribe || :bullet: ]

Looking for
✔ a lasting relationship.
✔ a short fling.
✘ doesn't really know

Fears - Snakes, badgers/foxes
Likes - Fish, mice
Dislikes - sparrows, turtles

-- Anyone who has not met him before will 99% of the time think him female. This is normal. Even those who barely know him think him female.
-- Ciqala will eventually fall for a male that is not only strong, but treats him like he is below him. He won't mean to, but that's how it will happen.
-- Ciqala is a follower, not a leader. He is happy to follow orders, its been his way for a long time
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{ | Relationships | }

{ | Rp/Plot Information | }

-Will be edited if Meme's are used-

{ | Roleplay Sample | }

Water, it was everywhere! The male felt his paws freeze for what seemed like moons as he stared at the water rushing towards him. Cats scattered around him as he finally snapped into his senses. "R-RUN!" An unnecessary shout, but he couldn't stop it from coming out. A crisp word, untainted, he turned and took his own advice. He spotted apprentices falling behind, and stopped, turning to grab one by their scruff. Running as fast as he could, he helped the small feline get high into a tree, and went back down for another. As he looked around, he heard a soft, quiet cry for help, and his blood ran cold. He ran his eyes over the scene before him, spotting a small kit struggling to climb a tree as the water tugged at his small form. Finchfeather ran forward and picked him up, trying to give a soft purr of comfort, though fear was flooding him, just as easily as the water was flooding the clans. He ran, and had only just given the small kit to a warrior standing on a high branch when he felt the water tug at him again, and he lost his grip, plunging deep into the rushing rapids. Finchfeather could feel his thick fur weighing him down and he struggled to get to the surface. After what seemed like ages, he broke upwards, lashing out with his paws. Contact was made and he dug his claws into the boulder he had slammed against. The water was cold, and he could already feel his legs numbing up. A ound cae to him, and he looked up. The water made it impossible to smell and to see, though he could tell there was a figure in a tree nearby, calling his name. He tried to call back, but water flowed into his mouth. The coughing that followed shook his body, and the water grabbed him once again. Terror flooded him as he felt his claws slip. Everything went into slow motion as he watched hi claws leave furrows in the rock just before he was pulled under. A final shriek tore from his mouth, silenced by the raging flood. Everything faded to black as he felt himself slammed into another tree trunk, and he let himself go.

{ | Credits | }

TheCodeOfSnow (c) Senka-Rhete
Art & Ciqala (c) Allizia
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