Warning: Strangling vine in backstory. No death though. Arrowkeys, space, or click on backdrop to go to different pictures. Name: Amber Mistfall Pronouns: she/her Sexuality: Aro-ace (because her colors are kinda the aroace flag lolz) Personality: Compassionate, protective, shy, gentle. Loves nature, especially flowers. Family: Ivy and Marsh (parents), Cranberry and Irina (siblings, reference sketches included), and Great-Aunt Magpie. Backstory: Amber sat in the forest clearing, her blue-and-orange fur shimmering in the dappled sunlight. In her paw, she clutched a single blue tulip. The tulip grove was one of her favorite places, a spot where she could escape the noise and chaos of the other cubs. She liked the solitude, the peace. But today, she couldn’t evade their voices. “Look at Amber,” one of the cubs sneered. “Always hiding in the woods with her stupid flowers. She’s so weird.” Another cub chimed in, “She never wants to do anything fun. What a nerd.” Amber flinched, her grip tightening on the tulip. She wasn’t like them, and she didn’t want to be. She preferred the stillness, the comfort of the birds chirping and leaves rustling. But the teasing continued relentlessly. “She doesn’t even talk to anyone!” a cub laughed. “Why is she even here? She’s such a loser.” Amber’s chest tightened and she clenched her jaw. She tried to suppress the bubbling volcano inside her from erupting. Their words stung, piercing deep into her heart. “Is she even a real tiger?” one of the older cubs mocked, their laughter echoing in the clearing. That was the last straw. Amber’s fury exploded. Without thinking, she screamed, “STOP IT!”. As soon as the words left her mouth, the tulip in her paw began to writhe. The stem twisted and coiled, growing longer, thicker, its petals darkening and curling. In an instant, the vine shot forward, wrapping around the other cubs’ legs and throats, lifting them off the ground. They gasped, struggling to breathe as the vines tightened, cutting off their oxygen supply. For a few heart-stopping seconds, the cubs fought and kicked, their faces turning red, their eyes wide with terror. Amber stood frozen, her chest heaving, her heart pounding in her ears. Then, just as quickly as it had started, the tulip released its grip. The vines loosened, and the cubs fell to the ground, gasping for breath, their bodies limp and shaking. They lay there, unable to speak, too stunned to move. Amber stood over them, her breath ragged, tears welling up in her eyes, still holding the now-innocent tulip in her paw. The clearing was silent, besides the labored breathing of the cubs at her feet. Slowly, she looked down at her tingling paws, her heart still racing. And that’s when it hit her. She was magic.
@-Katsocks- for the design, of course. Song is 'Hello My Old Heart' by the Oh Hellos. Made on Kleki.
