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Crispin by GhastForce

 Crispin's response
    ➡ Real Answer

~General Information~

Name: I'm called Crispin!
    ➡ Crispin
Gender: I'm a boy!
    ➡ Male
Age: The little one!
    ➡ Six Moons
Orientation: What?
➡ Too Young
Companion: My Chickens! ...But they aren't here right now.
➡ None

~Region Information~

Region: The one on fire!
➡ West
Rank: Seeker of the chickens!
➡ Hunter Rookie
Guide(s): ???
Rookie(s): Too Young

~Element Information~

Element: I'm a normal cat!
➡ None
Amount of Ability Stones: Don't neeeeed one!
➡ None
Which Spells: I can swipe at the bad guys!
    ➡ None

~Physical Appearance~

Breed: I'm my Momma and Pappa's kid! But, especially my Mom's - She said so!
    ➡ American Shorthair x ???

Build: Huh? I'm not good at building, but my owners made a nice farm with lots of chickens!
    ➡ This cat was born a runt and was never trained before to make up for his scrawniness. He's very lean, but to the point where his muscles are laughably weak. He's short with a thin neck and paws. Luckily his fur disguises this a bit.

Fur: It's really soft! But before you touch it can you let me clean it first?
    ➡ As far as cleanliness goes: He's a farm cat, what did you expect? This little guy only really groomed himself when his mom remined him to. Crispin's fur isn't filthy or pristine- It's just clean enough to not get in the way of his playtime. His yellow fur is only interrupted by sandy stripes and white patches. His fluffy tail and ears blend between popcorn white and dusty trail yellow.

Eyes: I got my Momma's eyes! She said they're prettier than a glowing bug's tail - But I can never catch them to check. 
    ➡ Crispin's eyes are like two big ponds with a sunset reflecting on them. His innocence is shown through these big wells of orange.

Scent: I dunno! Lemme check! ...Wait, how do I do it? 
    ➡ The scent of hay and chicken feed still linger in his fur from his long nights in the chicken pen. If he hasn't groomed himself recently it's very apparent that he spent his childhood soaking his fur in fresh hay.

Scars: My Bandana is torn at the side! It was that way after lots of scary times in the fields with my big brothers!
    ➡ Crispin has no scars - even the scar in his bandana isn't from his brothers or other animals. When the little runt gets nervous or scared; he chews on his safety blanket bandana. The only "scar" he has is the product of his bad habit.

Accessories: It's my bandana! I take it with me everywhere! I haven't gone a day without it on me! It keeps me safe!
    ➡ When Crispin's mother gave birth to him and his five brothers and sisters the coziest looking place was next to their owner's sewing table. There were cloth scraps all around for the queen to lay on in her labor. In that pile was a soft cotton, red bandana. The little kitten Crispin spent long hours of his kittenhood asleep on this little square on cotton. When he was old enough to bite - while his siblings would use that skill on mice in the fields - he would rather drag this piece of cloth around the house. He couldn't leave the safety net that he was born onto. After his owners took notice of how he would meow at the door if he didn't take it outside with him; they tied it onto his neck for him. Whenever his bandana would fall off he'd just drag it for the rest of the day until his Mother eventually taught him how to tie it with his mouth. It became a part of his morning routine to tie the red knot around his little neck before going outside to play with the chickens.


Strength:   Bullet; Red Bullet; Red Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White    I lifted a lot of corn once (a whole ear!)
Speed:       Bullet; Red Bullet; Red Bullet; Red Bullet; Red Bullet; Red Bullet; Red Bullet; Red Bullet; Red Bullet; White Bullet; White    
I can run away pretty good!
Attack:       Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White    When I hit them, they will think they stubbed their paw (I'm really strong!)
Tactics:      Bullet; Red Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White    Hit 'em a lot and then run away! Or fall over and wait.
Stamina:    Bullet; Red Bullet; Red Bullet; Red Bullet; Red Bullet; Red Bullet; Red Bullet; Red Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White    I can run around until bedtime!
Defense:    Bullet; Red Bullet; Red Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White Bullet; White    I stepped on some sharp gravel and it only kinda hurt!


+ Positive: "I accidentally scared a mouse - But it's okay, he got away!"
Crispin has a positive outlook at all times. He doesn't try to be optimistic, he IS optimistic. He doesn't know how anything can be bad, excpet for temporary annoyances or things he's nervous for. But he is a little too optimistic for a wannabe-wild cat. Someone who will teach Crispin would need to be very patient, because when something goes wrong, you can bet he'll indirectly find a way to annoy you through his optimism. He was raised to be happy no matter what, and despite his occasional scares he will always smile.

+ Loyal: "I'll never forget it!"
With his strong sentimentality, this kit won't forget important events in his life. He may forget small lessons and encounters, but he'll never forget when somebody is nice to him. Crispin may even go as far as forgetting what a cat has done, but because of his sense of loyalty, he'll know that they're a helpful or good person. He can even look past people's wrongdoings easily. A bully can find themselves shocked by his ability to be kind to others, even cats who have done him wrong. This may be because of his innocence and his strong feminine side from living with his Mother for so long, but it is a (mostly) good quality to have in dramatic situations.

- Ignorant: "I don't know what that means, but okay!"
Because of his coddled nature, he is very ignorant of the way the world works. He doesn't understand the concept of getting food because food was always gotten for him. He doesn't understand the concept of other cats being annoyed by him because he thinks he's friendly. He doesn't understand how clumsy he is because he thinks a "Sorry" and giving his best to fix it (Which is always more cumbersome than the mistake he made) is good enough for anything.

- Slow Learner: "Can you tell me how to catch the squirrels again?" 
Since he is very quick to forget, Crispin learns very slow. He may have a lot of patience with himself and others, but to find someone other than his mother who will understand how slow he is will be hard to come by. He isn't stupid, there just aren't enough patient teachers in the world to help him learn what he needs to know. But don't expect a good lesson to last on him, because after a nap, he'll probably forget what was so important about being quiet when you sneak up on prey.

- Confused: "That's too hard - but I can try!" 
This kitty can't keep his attention on one thing at a time for too long - so he easily loses track of things. Because of his innocence, difficult topics make him tilt his head and say "What?". If something confuses him he'll most likely not tell you and nod his head. If he struggles with something he'll likely just push his way through, trying to do things the way he thinks he should rather than the way he was told. His forgetfulness really plays a part of his confusion of simple tasks.

~Brief History~

For a long few years the only sounds that played across the farm were the soft murmurs of the chickens as they ate their feed, the gentle hush of the corn husks as the wind blew through them, and the squeaks of mice in the barn. However, with time those squeaks became an annoyance, and were ready to be replaced by the mewling of kittens. Two adult mousers, Antebella and Chester, were adopted with the intention of raising a litter of little mouse-chasers. Quickly they fell for one another. Antebella's calm, southern belle demeanor and Chester's humbly brave character clicked and the two became two kernels on the same cob. It wasn't long until Chester had to take care of an expecting Queen, bringing her food from the fields they had hunted in all their lives. 

 As the sound of crunching fall leaves became a part of the farm, so did the mewling of newborn kittens. Chester and Antebella were the proud father and mother of five squirming kits. Antebella looked amongst the cats that ran the spectrum between sandy and white. Four boys; Carson, Casey, Chandler, and Crispin, and a girl; Annabella. She gave them all C names since they reminded her of her yellow and white mate. But for the girl, who's fur was pure white like her Mother, an A name like her own. But the color of these fidgeting kits wasn't all that stood out. One cat was especially little, tinier than the others who yearned to nurse. As soon as she laid her eyes on this small baby she tried to pull him closer, saying "My little runt..." with the happy face of an exhausted mother. She watched him with a smile, imagining their future time together, while Chester looked over them, thinking of the hunting they could all accomplish under his training. Crispin wasn't so interesting to the father for these reasons. When it was time for them to run about in the fields of the farm, learning to catch the mice they were hired for, the Mother realized her postpartum depression at it's fullest. After bargaining with Chester to let her lay with the growing kits for longer each time he asked to start showing them around, they had come to an agreement. She could keep her little runt with her for the whole day, while the rest would have to leave sometime during the day and train under the father. While the other four learned how to sneak and pounce outside with the father, Crispin learned how to be safe and snuggled inside with the Mother. 

Both cats fulfilled their curiosity in different ways, but Crispin was convinced that the best place was beside his Mother. As with all things in nature, he could not be held onto forever. When he wanted to explore with the others and go outside with his Mother when she hunted, he wanted to have keep busy. The answer to this little curious Crispin was the chicken pen. Crispin would play and sit with the chickens in their outdoor pen "keeping watch" over them as his mother would say. But she knew that he just needed the chickens as a distraction, to keep him soft for his Mother. Crispin didn't kill the chickens or even scratch them, in his time there. He thought of them as, quiet, clucking, playmates who he was in charge of watching over. When he was permitted he'd take a break from his imaginary vigil, and play with his brothers and sisters in the fields. But that would only lead to them taking away his safety-blanket bandana that he wore at all times. He was scared of bullies like his brothers, but it was never a fear that made him unwilling to try and befriend them - and in the future, others. 

Later, when his Mother's depression had subsided, he would even spend a few nights amongst his unnamed, feathered friends. Until one fateful night when the cage wasn't locked firmly enough, and the chickens had made their escape into the wild. This was, despite all of Crispin's efforts to save them from running away, the last time he'd see "his" chickens... and the farm itself. This was because he felt he had a duty to guard these beasts, and that duty included finding them when lost. The runt searched the forest for the rest of the night, running into the winter snow of - unbeknownst to this cold kitten - the North Region. It was chilly in the winds of a new and mysterious place, with only his red bandana to keep him warm. However with all his running, the piece of cloth slumped off of his neck. He decided that he couldn't go any further. He was too exhausted and lacked sleep. It was that bandana, however that made his rescue possible. Fortunata, the trespassing warrior spotted the bright red cloth over a small kitten in the snow. She would later scruff this kit, along with his bandana, to the West region. After being rescued by the pride-seeking Fortunata, the lost, directionless kit had nowhere to go but the nursery. That was, until he grew up to be a rookie that would help this brave new region of his, as a hunter rookie.


Star! Family
Heart Mate

Bullet; White Acquaintance 
Bullet; Yellow Uncertainty
Bullet; Blue Friend
Bullet; Green Good Friend
Bullet; Orange Crush
Bullet; Pink Love
Bullet; Red Lust
Bullet; Purple Greatly Dislike
Bullet; Black Hate

Star! Antebella / Female / Mother / "I love my Momma!" / He really does love his mother, more than anything really

Star! Chester / Male / Father / "My Dad is a strong one!" / His Dad thought he was weak and left him as company for his Mother while he trained the other siblings all day

Star! Annabella / Female / Sister

Star! Carson / Male / Brother

Star! Casey / Male / Brother

Star! Chandler / Male / Brother

Extra Information

He's pretty much this

RolePlay Sample

    The large, glinting, pools of orange upon Crispin's face flashed back and forth. The world became a maze of snow around the inexperienced kit. Snow flew in the biting breezes, tumbled across the drifts under his feet, and obscured the horizon. "Chickens? Don't go too far, okay? I gotta stop for a little!" The cat said, trying to maintain his positivity for the chickens he was certain were listening to him. Hopefully they would listen to what could possibly be this cat's final request. The pale orange form of the cat was now more like that of his mother's, half covered in snow like white fur. He crumpled to the ground with his new pelt, accidentally stepping on his bandana. The knot gave way behind his neck, unraveling like his mother's mind would that next morning. But e forgot about all that, a new childlike sense of duty took place for now. The bandana quickly replaced his whitened pelt, becoming the only buffer for the relentless winds of the North region. He held his secondary fur down, with shivering paws and chattering mouth. Chewing on the frayed edge nervously, he waited for the strength to move on. The strength that would never come until maybe years later. For now, he would wait to become savior of the chickens. It wasn't he who would save his nonspeaking friends, but another kind - if you could call it that - savior was necessary. His bright red sheet signaled the necessary savior of this condemned kit: Fortunata.

(c) Panai for the pic

(c) GhastForce for the ideas + words + character design


Artist | Student | Traditional Art
United States
1.Are you single or taken?
Taken~ By Panai Nap!

2. Chocolate or flowers?
I'd put the flours and the chocolate together to make a cake!

3. Will you do anything special for Valentines Day?
Shhhh, *Shifty Eyes* Don't tell Nap, but *Leans close to journal and whispers* Yus~

4. Do you like anyone?

5. Were you dating anyone last Valentines?
*Press to Nap*

6. Who do you want to spend Valentines with?
My SweetHeart Nap!

7. Do you make a big deal about Valentines?
I don't really care when it happens, but I think a day with my Sweetie is very important to me, just because I really enjoy spending time with my Nap! I love giving special days to remember with my Hunner *Nuzzling up to Nap*

8. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

9. Would you ever write someone a love letter?
Yes! When my Nap went to camp I wrote letters full of love and missing-youness!

10. Do you believe in Cupid?
No! Love doesn't happen by a baby shooting arrows! It happens by actually knowing someone!

11. Do your parents give you presents on Valentines?
Nah, probably to each other though!

12. Do you still send out Valentine cards?

13. Do you like candy hearts?
Yeah, but not in copious amounts! They can get boring easy, but they're yummy to snack on sometimes. Like candy corn, ya' know?

14. What is something you got last Valentines?
A day wiff Nap!

15. Is Valentines depressing?
No! I love my Nap and Valentines is happy!

16. How is your love life?
I love Nap so much, and even though there is a lot of stress from things that have happened in the past, I'm always going to support my SweetHeart

17. Have you ever been dumped on Valentines?
I've never been to a dump on Valantines! That's a good idea of  place to go with my Nap! -What? No! Not dump Nap, just go to a dump and sing with all the worthless cars that are getting crushed! (Referencing this:…)

18. How many roses would you want?

19. Will you have a girlfriend/boyfriend this Valentines day?

To be true, I'm not gonna have either, those two titles are dumb if you think about it. I really don't care about them being any gender, I'm gonna have a mate! :)

20. Do you look forward to Valentines day?
Oh yeah! It'll be alot of fun

21. Who was your last Valentine from?
Nobody, I've never gotten one!

22. Who do you expect to get a Valentine from this year?

23. Who would you most like to receive a Valentine from?

24. How many Valentines will you be sending this year?
As many as a mailbox can hold, all to Nappers!

25. Have you ever not received a Valentine?
All the time!

26. What was the most Valentines you received in a single day?
A great big zero!

27. Have you ever received an anonymous Valentine?

28. Have you ever sent an anonymous Valentine?
Only if I forget to sign my name on one that's on it's way to Nap!

29. Will you be sending an anonymous Valentine this year?
Let's be honest, Nap'll know, she's not that big of a derp

30. What was the best Valentine gift you ever received?
Let's wait and see! Anything, even just a day together will be perfect to me :) Even if it's not on Valentines Day

31. What was the worst?
Getting nothing

32. Have you ever started dating someone on Valentines day
In a few days, me and Nappers will have been together during Valentines - Does that count?

33. Tag people
I always hated tag! I was never fast enough... Way to end this on a sour note! >: ( - JK~ I'm excited!
  • Mood: Tender
  • Listening to: Brave Little Toaster - "B Movie"
  • Reading: Warriors, into the wild
  • Watching: The Brave Little Toaster
  • Eating: Grilled Cheese Sandwich
  • Drinking: Icey Water! ...I'll admit it; Coke too!

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scarlet-pikachu Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2015
I hope you find the one. I hope you have everything positive that can happen, happen to you.
Krysiis Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
ohmygod your relationship is the cutest thing i've ever seen
ashyfur524 Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer


I know you don't know me, but Pascalle does.

I'm curious.. did she show you the imagerey I drew of King Victor and his unnamed queen?


Panai Featured By Owner Jun 26, 2012  Student Digital Artist
You are sexy (:
GhastForce Featured By Owner Jun 26, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
:heart: Alllllll yours~ :heart:

Your the sexiest to me, Dearest~
And nobody exists in second place~

There are no other places - no more room
In my heart (That belongs to you, and you only~~ :rose: )

For anything else but you, Pascalle~~<3
Lu-Sea Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2012  Student General Artist
Heyyyy! Okiey dokiey.
You probably don't know who I am...
I'm Lucy!
Yeah, we're gonna meet sometime.
GhastForce Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
I guess I'll get to find out exactly who you are someday, Lucy!
Since you probably know as much about me as I know about you I'm very excited to meet you.

Your Pascalle's BFF~
So I'll definitely be happy to meet'cha!~

Thanks for stopping by to comment by the way!
I appreciate it! :)
Lu-Sea Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2012  Student General Artist
I should be coming up soon~
'Cause I live like. Far-ish away):It's hard to come a lot
Yeah, looking forward to it
Panai Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2012  Student Digital Artist
Welcome to DeviantART~<3
I Love You, Eduan!
GhastForce Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
Thank you SO much, Pascalle~!
Welcome to my account! I Love You! So much!


<3 <3 <3 <3 <3
<3 Pascalle~ <3
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3
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