MOHANA , nanny

[mohana]

` MOHANA !



[style=text-align:center;]'the tribe is my life'

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the generals

NAME mohana
AGE one year and eight months
GENDER mumbo jumbo
RANK nanny
PATRON GOD astrophia
SHIFT RARITY common
SHIFT FORM fennec fox
PICTURE(S) normal && normal && shifted

the personals

[style=text-transform:uppercase;]APPEARANCE

a small black and white she-cat with green-yellow eyes. keeps her fur as clean and groomed as possible.

PERSONALITY

mohana is the type of female that you might expect from someone who worships astrophia. she knows that she's one of he few females that does, but she sees no point in worshiping a god like erosate. she believes in the way the gods created the tribe and she is a firm believer that the females should not dirty themselves with anything that should be the concern of the males. as far as she is concerned, the males can get into all the fights they want and get all the scars they want - she figures those just prove what a real male is like. strong, brave, courageous, and a good candidate as a father to pass on genes.

and she has a bit of a bloated ideal of herself. she sees herself as this irresistible female that can get anyone tom to look at her, even the rares. she keeps her pelt clean and well-groomed to the point where she can always be seen grooming unless caught in a conversation - usually with a tom. she wants nothing more than to be a she-cat that has litter after litter for the tribe - seeing as she believes hat is the true duty of a female. she has never understood why some females dream of life beyond the life of having kits for toms that could care less about them.

but for mohana, it's more than just having kits. she likes the feeling of being treated as special by new toms all the time. she likes being courted, but not for long. she likes jumping from tom to tom and getting that new feeling of love from someone different. she likes the new relationship versus that of the old. she likes the constant butterflies in he stomach. she likes feeling like she's loved - even if all she's after is lust. she wants nothing stable and forever. she just wants to live in the moment.

when it comes to females, she hardly gives them a second glance. she sees herself above the others, even when she is only a common shifter. however, she doesn't believe that the rarity of a female's shifter matters as much as the actual body of the female when it concerns males. and boy does she believe that her body is worth some attention from the opposite sex and this boost her already inflated ego. she might have a smaller form, the same case as her shift form (being one of the smallest species of fox), but she believes that her slim form with just enough meat on her bones to look healthy and sleek fur gives her a good look. the only thing she wishes she could change was her coloring: black and white? and seems awfully boring to her.

and to be a little honest, she's a little embarrassed by her shift form. she sees it's ears and nose too big for its body. although it can be seen as cute, it looks disproportional to her and it bothers her. she would rather have a tom see her cat form and never see her shift form. if she's caught in her shift form, she often switches back and mutters incoherently that they should just forget what they saw. sometimes she wishes she either had a normal, big formed fox or something more extravagant like an eagle.

and she does enjoy manipulating others -though she's not always good at it. she doesn't have the patience for it. she can also have a quick temper that she tries, but fails, to control.

HISTORY

honestly, there isn't much that i can tell you about my past because, well, there hasn't been much that's happened to me. nothing really stands out about my history. my father requested to mate with my mother and as per the rules of the tribe, she obliged. she had this contest going on with another she-cat actually about how many litters that could have before they died. for my mother, this litter would put her in the lead and they were both getting into their later years. my father was a little younger than her, but not by much.

there were two us in my litter: my brother and i. my brother had an uncommon shift form while i had a common one - but i could care less. never thought it was all that important. although we were both born alive and healthy, my mother wasn't so lucky. the birthing was hard for her and she ended up dying. it happens more often with females her age that have had as many litters as she had. honestly, i probably could never tell you any of my older siblings. not that it matters - they are only halves anyway. my litter brother was the only one i ever cared about. and as we grew older, as he focused on being a male of the tribe...i tried to stay close to him. he was all i had.

the nanny that took care of us was fine. wasn't overprotective or super firm. i talked to her quite a bit and she was a lot like the she-cat that i would grow to be - one that wanted nothing but to have litters and be put to the use of the tribe that he gods had intended. i looked up to her and right when my brother and when i had become old enough to join the ranks of the tribe as a nanny (my brother also joining, though having been trained by our father for months before) our nanny became pregnant again. in all honesty, i was surprised she lasted long enough to wait till we were grown.

since then i've waited till i managed to have my first litter. it's been a little too long for me, but hey. a female can only go so fast.[/style]


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