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Oh what a Wonderful Sky!
Username: Parasitic Candii
Soquili Name: Misstitcht Catscradle
Origin/Meaning of Name: Misstitcht is really just a misspelling of ‘misstitched,’ meaning that something has not been stitched together correctly, so it’s not quite right; something is a little off. Catscradle is a popular string game!
Temper: N/A
Pets Won from Mind's Bribe: Zero
Personality: While most cheshires will find their benefits lie in their words, to riddle and rhyme, and twist and tie tongues into knots, Mist finds strength from her eyes. They are hypersensitive, able to pick out a flaw from miles away. They lend her knowledge of hidden treasures just below the surface, where the earth hasn’t grown quite right, or a small grove that’s been obscured by overgrown shrubs. It’s perhaps because of this that her sense of direction is superior, as if she has a core compass that never leads astray. As well, Mist can read behavior and movements just as effortlessly as one that could infiltrate the mind, and so she is hard pressed to believe a lie. Never one to succumb to the spider’s web, she is a clever little bug that, while willing to tango with the predator, will always walk away the victor.

Despite all that she can see and lead others to, however, Mist is one hell of a deceiving kitty. It will be with a thoughtful look that she goads you in a certain direction, rather than a confusing riddle, and has no remorse for leading you astray. In fact, she finds great pleasure in steering others off the paths they were meant to take, and watches idly by as they turn in circles to try to find their way.

She loves to adventure, feeling as though she is following a string of life. As if life is a cobweb, and new paths lead to overlapping strings, and subsequently, new faces.

At her best, Misstitcht is often a spider. Spinning the strings of fate to her whimsy and luring others in with eyes that dance with mischief and cunning. A sense of superiority lurks around this one, even on her laziest days that are so often spent in the highest tops of the Tulgey Forest. She is hard pressed to be spurred from her branches, though. Years prior it would take something as simple as a caucus race to pique her curiosity and draw her out. These days, however, her tastes have grown a bit more refined, so it takes a truly intriguing event to tear her away. Say, traveling to a new, unknown land full of new strings to play with.

Role: Pathfinder (or Scout if you wish for a more general title)
With the Cheshire Male nowhere to be found, surely their newly formed herd will need a good pair of eyes with which to map out their new home. Gifted with a keen sense of direction and even keener sight, Mist would be the perfect choice. There are bound to be nooks and crannies that will need to be explored. Her ever faithful hare will serve to burrow and make underground tunnels for later use. One never knows what kind of danger is lurking in this new world and when they will need some sort of escape route. Of course, they would most likely be used for fun instead, but who liked to dwell on the details anyway?
Will you keep this Cheshire in the Wonderland Herd and notify Lat of breedings/children? Absolutely! 8D
Prompt Chosen: One
Prompt Response: Misstitcht had found herself terribly bored. The unusual had settled into being the norm, and her nose had sniffed out near every inch of earth, air and water this world had to offer. Nothing new lurked around the corner for her, nor did anything that was meant to surprise actually accomplish its goal, and so she spent her days lazing as a cat would. It was draining her spirit truly, and lest she go even madder, finding perhaps some sort of game in the darker strings of life as some of her old companions had, she opted to watch the silly, crafty creatures from high up in the trees rather than partaking in their shenanigans.

A saving grace found Mist the night that her sister came calling, warning of the decimation of Wonderland. There was no hesitance; perhaps a lazy sort of acceptance as her reflexes had dulled over the recent years (it was, after all, the price she paid for spending her days sleeping in the sun, feeding more into her cat blood rather than her Cheshire mind) but certainly no hesitance. In fact, she had been one of the first to acquiesce to Katya’s plan, following only after her far more exuberant sisters.

Of course, there was a matter of suspicion at hand. The youngest had returned from years abroad in her study, and now a threat posed itself on Wonderland, after as many years of comfortable peace? Or, as peaceful as Wonderland ever was, she supposed. There might have been a link there, a truly deceptive little bridge that would leave more than just their world in shambles. A sister with dark motives would have the capacity to pull their family apart, and Mist couldn’t fathom that. All of her loyalties laid with her sisters, and the very idea that they could fall in upon themselves sent a very unpleasant shiver down her spine.

On the other hand! It could all just be a big coincidence. Perhaps all the time she spent in the sun had fried her brain, to accuse her younger sister of such an incriminating thing. Or rather, maybe it was the lack of nonsense she occupied herself with that had given way to a pocket of clarity in her thoughts?

Her eyes would have to watch that one closely, for any sign of treachery, for trickery was surely to be there regardless, as it was in all of their blood. And her eyes, being the keys to her own twisted kingdom, had never steered her wrong before.

There were far more pressing matters at hand though, like the excitement of a new realm to sniff out. It could keep her curiosity sated for years, or even longer than that. There was no way, no how she was going to take this grand opportunity and shove it down the toilet, how rude would that be to the strings of fate? With a grin she hadn’t felt in months breaking out, threatening to swallow everything around her, she followed the sisters into that lake, bringing up the rear to keep their tails protected. As much as any cat hated water, this would be one bath she was willing to take with grace.

Oh what a Wonderful Sky!
Username: Of The Epidemic
Soquili Name: Taitum FindMe & Sourberry Bunny (The white hare she has with her. His name does NOT have to be on the cert. XD)
Origin/Meaning of Name: Old English, means cheerful bringer of joy. FindMe is a play on hide and go seek, since the point of the game is to find the ones that are hiding. Sourberry Bunny’s name is a play on his personality. Tai finds him a bit of a sourpuss and calling him bunny makes his ears twitch which amuses her.
Temper: Playful
Pets Won from Mind's Bribe: 1
Personality: On the surface Tai is a pleasantly fun individual. Life is a game for Taitum and the whole world is her board. She’s a bit spoiled but not terribly bratty, though she does enjoy riling people up something fierce. The idea that people have buttons that she can push and make them lose it amuses her horribly. Despite her aggravating nature she’s fun loving, loyal, and always has a story to share, usually a somewhat fictional one. Tai is fairly suspicious of strangers, always wondering if they are here to lead them to the axe, even though they are far from their mother’s beheadings now. She enjoys puzzles, solving them brings an even brighter grin to her features. She comes off as silly, not at all serious, and someone who would spend most of her days lazing around.

Past the surface features she portrays is an extremely, loyal, dedicated and headstrong individual. Taitum can hold her tongue better than anyone she knows, secrets are kept like bits of her own soul. She was aware that she’d have to make her own way in this world as she’d likely never have the crown, not that she really wanted it but regardless she would have to make something of herself. From a young age she loved games, so she began to turn everything into one. This has led her to be a sly, deceptive strategist who sees and hears more than she really should. She is at points, perhaps, too sound of mind but then again maybe not it’s hard to tell. Once you’re her prey there is no going back, she will hunt you till she has achieved her goal.

Perhaps her dedication to her objective is what makes her such a fine spy, even when the goal seems impossible she refuses to bend. Her loyalty to her sisters is staggering and she’d likely lay down her life even for Kitter whom she hadn’t met until recently. Though it’s doubtless that the one that knows her best is Katya, despite how close she is to all her sisters. Perhaps her closest companion is Sourberry Bunny whom she knows is in fact a hare but amuses herself with his disgruntled appearance every time she calls him bunny regardless. Still she can often be found explaining to him things despite the fact he very likely doesn’t understand, but a secret keeper has to tell her secrets to someone after all.
Role: Queen’s Side Bishop
Will you keep this Cheshire in the Wonderland Herd and notify Lat of breedings/children? Of Course bby
Prompt Chosen: 1
Prompt Response:

Taitum had never ever ever been fond of water, even from day one, but she had always admired and trusted in Katya. These conflicting emotions left her in a very disgruntled state as she eyed the lake, dipping her paw into it with a crinkle of her nose before pulling back and slinking behind her eldest sister with a hiss. She couldn’t say one way or the other if she trusted in this omen but she trusted Katya implicitly. Still she had to wonder if this was the right choice, was there any guarantee they were actually going to make it to this new land? What if she ended up getting all wet for absolutely nothing? The mortified look on her face was enough to put a grin on Sourberry’s face. This only caused her to crinkle her nose more and hunker down behind her sister hiding under her swishing tail.

“I don’t like it.” She grumbled softly if only to herself as she swished her tail back and forth. While a new home would likely prove better for them in the long run right now it wasn’t looking to fun. Admittedly as soon as the idea had been sprung on her by Katya she had jumped at the chance. The idea of getting free of their mother and her beheadings was lovely, after all Tai quite liked her head. Besides she couldn’t very well let her beloved sisters wander out into the wilderness alone! What would they do? They’d be lost for sure, confused, and simply unable to survive without her there. So it had been without question that she would indeed be going she just had forgotten the water part. She eyed the large game pieces behind her, reminders of her time spent playing chess here with anyone and everyone that would give her the time of day.

How many times had she challenged Katya and lost? She’d begged her elder sister to teach her how to play, pleaded, because it was the only game she couldn’t rightly grasp. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t manage to achieve anything past a feeble loss. It didn’t bode well for her future in this land, and thankfully, eventually with help she had learned and become a master. She lifted a paw to roll the red queen piece back and forth in thought.

Taitum desperately hoped that where they were going was safer then where they were now. It had better not be an ocean either, she’d be furious if they had to live in the ocean. Water was only good for making tea to drink among other various food making tasks. She wanted trees to climb, mountains to scale, warm days spent under the sun and it’d be even better if it wasn’t filled with strange things out to eat you every moment of every day. She really had grown tiresome of the constant snap snap of the Bandersnatch and Jabberwocky. Honestly what was a girl to do with such things constantly out to chew on her?!

Her eyes drifted around those gathered eventually falling on the young Kitteredge whom had swooped in and subsequently taken her place. Being the youngest had its own merits and this young upstart had come along and snatched the title right out from under her. At this point she wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about it, but she supposed it would be alright as long as she still got some attention. Namely from Katya whom she admired as the oldest but also from the Iri; though she admittedly could do without the more ‘wet’ attention from Sera who was always dripping paint everywhere and it was a bit like water really. She supposed if they could divide the attention between them then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

Taitum huffed glancing up as her sisters seemed about ready to leave. Charl seemed to be the one having the most trouble with all of this which was saying something since she never seemed bothered by much of anything. Tai assumed it wasn’t just the fact they had to get wet but she figured if her sister wanted to talk about it she knew where to find her. The Cheshire pushed herself to her feet with a low groan as she stepped forward to eye the water. Well there was no sense in backing out now, she had said she would go and go she would. Never had there been a challenge that Tai had run away from and she wasn’t about to start with one so important as this.

Oh what a Wonderful Sky!
Username: Cuppa Darjeeling
Soquili Name: Brittanica Backgammon
Origin/Meaning of Name: English and Iraqi
Temper: Ephemeral
Pets Won from Mind's Bribe: 0
Personality: She is a warrior with a gift for prose. A bit of a loose cannon, she follows orders to a point, however if she feels strongly enough that her gut is telling her to make a different call, she will. She loves playing with words, seeing the ways that the syllables and sounds roll off her tongue. During battle, when dealing a fatal blow she enjoys singing tauntingly to her foes. She finds an unsettled enemy easier to vanquish.

She is extremely loyal but rather loud, opinionated, hot tempered, and, at times, childish. But, at the same time, she will do anything for family or a good friend in need. As devious as she cam be, she is a truthful mare and often to the point of bluntness.

The hare that accompanies her, whose name is Jack, when not in battle, often tries to act as her conscience, but she rarely listens. However, she greatly loves her “Jeffy”.

She is far more insecure than she lets on.
Role: She is a warrior through and through. She showed agility and skill from a young age and it was a natural fit. She has knighthood aspirations.
Will you keep this Cheshire in the Wonderland Herd and notify Lat of breedings/children? Certainly.
Prompt Chosen: 1
Prompt Response: Duty called and the pale mare happily followed. Happy, might not have been the best word. Though she chanted a marching tune beneath her breath, inside, she was a ball of nerves. Jeffy, the hare was speeding along, trying to keep up with her fast paced, noiseless gait.

“Hark! Now the drums beat up again, 
for all true soldiers valliant,
 then let us list, and march I say, over the hills and far away!

Over the hills and o'er the main 
to Flanders, Portugal and Spain, the
 Queen commands, and we'll obey,
 over the hills and far away.”

The song died in her throat as her sisters became hushed and she could hear a deep rattling breathing ahead of them.

Was it an enemy scout?

A walker?

She couldn’t say.

Ears pinned back and claws were released as her tail twitched in agitation.

She wordlessly looked to her sisters and jerked her head.

Their new home would need to be rich in resources, with plenty of shaded canopies. She did enjoy the dappled light and the security it provided.

Game was also necessary.

This land they were exploring had it all.

But if it had walkers, well that just wouldn’t do at all.

She knew her color was useless for hiding, so, as brave as Caesar she puffed out her chest and stalked forward.

“Yoooou hoooo!” She called.

“There was an old lady named Fife!” she yelled leaping forward. “Who had never been kissed in her life!” She waited, still hearing the sounds. “She saw a large CAT.” Ears perked forward. “And said, I’ll kiss that! And the cat said,” she was cut off as the dark creature moved forward, in such a blur, after her sisters, “NOT ON YOUR LIFE!” She shrieked going after it, hackled bared as she leaped onto it’s back and began clawing madly at flesh and fur.

She drew blood and the moment she did the creature yelped and disappeared in a puff of mist.

‘Gammon, as she liked to be called, tumbled to the ground, catching herself, panting, the metallic, sweet taste of sticky blood dancing in her mouth.

“Sisters, I suggest that we move. I will not stand until every foe has been removed from the land in which we choose to reside”, she vowed, staying true to her name’s sake. The grin on her face looked more menacing than that of happiness.

Her family was threatened and ousted from their home.

They would pay.

They would pay with blood.

Oh what a Wonderful Sky!
Username: Wasteland Wyvern

Soquili Name: Zhanna Sawbones

Origin/Meaning of Name: Russian name meaning 'God is Gracious'.

Temper: Broken

Pets Won from Mind's Bribe: 0

Personality:

Zhanna is complicated. She shares her body with an individual who calls himself Sawbones.
Zhanna is a healer, and a caring individual. Sawbones is a maniac and a manipulative monster.

In Wonderland Zhanna was considered strange for being so normal. The magic in the air and the world being full of wonder and beauty allowed her to be 'normal'. Her body was her own and she was a happy go lucky Cheshire with not a care in the world.
After she left Wonderland with her sisters the lack of magic in the world caused her personality to fracture and split, thus giving birth to Sawbones.
Most occasions he just watches from her eyes, often giving rather bad advice, and when he feels the time is just right stealing control of her body and forcing her to do terrible things to other Soq.
Despite her disgust at Sawbones atrocities she cannot deny that she had learned much of Soq anatomy from his brutal murders and dismemberment of the bodies.
She is not sure if her siblings know of her condition and she is afraid of what will happen if they find out.

Role: Healer - She likes to help others with their pain and will try her best to fix anything she comes across. She is not exceptionally good at this skill yet and will definitely be seeking a mentor.
Artist - As a hobby when she is not needed to heal others she had taken up singing and dancing. She's not super good at it and might eventually seek a trainer, but as it is just a hobby she also might not.

Will you keep this Cheshire in the Wonderland Herd and notify Lat of breedings/children? Yes

Prompt Chosen: 1

Prompt Response:
The first thing she felt was fear. Fear at leaving their homeland, fear at loosing everything she knew. She was practically shaking when Katya brought them all to the lake edge and explained her plan.
The second thing she felt was curiosity. Despite the fear making her knees knock she was curious about this other land? Was there really another land beyond their home? If Katya said so then it must be true, for she had never doubted her in the past.
The fear was back, niggling at her mind and making he wonder if all they would do down there was drown. 'No... No. We will not. Katya has promised us another world.' She steeled herself and smiled brightly looking to her little family and said, "I will go. I want to see this new world."

Oh what a Wonderful Sky!
Username: Shi Berry
Soquili Name: Rikka Riddler
Origin/Meaning of Name: Rikka, of Finnish origin, variant of the name element 'rik' meaning 'mighty,' 'distinguished,' and 'ruler.' Riddler, meaning 'one who speaks in, or propounds, riddles.'
Temper: Esoteric
Pets Won from Mind's Bribe: 0
Personality:

Perhaps the best way to understand Rikka is to not attempt to understand her at all. Very few can handle her and her oddities. She's simply mad, absolutely. This madness manifests itself in many different ways. For example, she has odd habits, such as an erratic wave of her tail that does not follow any set rhythm or method; a crooked, lopsided, unsettling grin; random chirping and clucking; bouts of senseless laughter; emphasizing the wrong syllables in words. She is more than happy to attempt to annoy others and will often hit her teacups and saucers around, causing the most grating sounds, mixed in with no shortage of cackling on her part. As well as, she has no concept of personal space, and can easily make other uncomfortable with her presence by simply being close to them. She tends to speak in riddles and frequent alliterations, though all her speech is nonsensical. Few understand what she says. Despite this, she is highly intelligent. Her chess pieces are the only sign that would indicate that she is three steps ahead of another, though one comes to find that the depths of her madness conceal a trickier character. All in all, one could easily go mad in her presence, for there is no order, rhyme, or reason to anything Rikka does.

Role: Riddle Speaker

Maddest of the mad, you say? Consider the role filled. Rikka's personality is defined by madness and an inability to be understood by the average individual. Anyone with any kind of sense would find her impossible to deal with and decode. Her words are cryptic and obscure. She enjoys making other people think rather than thinking for them, even making them think harder. She wonders if people have that capacity, and most find her agitating and ridiculous. She frequently plays riddle games, knowing the answers to seemingly senseless questions and scenarios, and you can find her playing with her rabbit, sisters, and other herd members. She will show up uninvited at the most random and auspicious times just to play her games. She lives for it, and there is no one else better suited for the role than Rikka.

Will you keep this Cheshire in the Wonderland Herd and notify Lat of breedings/children? Of course!
Prompt Chosen: 1
Prompt Response:

"Three sisters at breakfast were feeding the cat,
The first gave it sole – Puss was grateful for that:
The next gave it salmon – which Puss thought a treat:
The third gave it herring – which Puss wouldn't eat.
Explain the conduct of the cat."

The rabbit could not possibly know the answer, but Rikka asked it nonetheless. Gleaming, amber eyes gazed into the similar eyes of the little white rabbit in a blue waistcoat, waiting. She had crouched down to the rabbit’s level, her face only a claw’s length away from its – the rabbit’s claw, that is. They shared a lengthy silence, the only sound being that of the maddening golden pocket watch, with its broken tick setting off after every full second, then four, then three, then seven, then half, then six, then three, then eight… whenever it pleased, really. After some amount of time, she cackled, rearing up then settling on her haunches, head tilted and hair askew. “Yes yes, yesyesyes!” she laughed, lowering herself to the ground again. It was odd that the rabbit had not run off; rabbits never behaved as such. This one had grown accustomed to Rikka. It was possible that it shared a bit of her madness… just a bit.

It was then that she heard movement behind her, lots of movement. “’Ey?” A single ear perked up. She did not turn around, waiting for the others to approach. “Sssisters,” she hissed, though not in animosity, for she adored her sisters and all their oddities. She gazed up at Katya when she came to stand above her, looking much like a dog with its head on its paws, despite her lopsided grin stretching from ear to almost the other ear. “Care to play? This riddling rabbit is a riot!” Surely they had grown used to her nonsensical speech patterns and ridiculous games by now, in fact, they were probably the few that really understood her at all, save that lovely rabbit. Today, they did not seem interested in her words, though. Her eyes brightened as Katya spoke, tail swaying this way and that, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, uncoiling and twitching in accordance to no discernible pattern. “Intending to leave, you are?” She looked around at her other sisters, all with the same, certain expressions on their faces. Her eyes flicked back to Katya, laughing. “You’re playin’ me with yer pranks, aren’t ya?” she asked, eyes narrowing, well aware of Katya and her mischief.

No?

Oh, how curious this was! They all seemed so serious – as serious as they could manage – and that was so peculiar. She listened to them explain their case, telling her of the dangers threatening their home and how they had to leave. She pouted. “Aaw, but it’s simply wonderful here in Wonderland!” she chimed. Her mother was not the kindest, and, though she valued her head as much as the rest of them, she relished in the uncertainty on whether or not she would be able to keep it. They continued, and she could not help but wonder upon what that Cheshire male had stumbled. He had been gone for quite some time now, though she had not payed much mind to his absence till they had brought it up just now. The dangers of which this male had spoke seemed very grim. Leaving seemed like such a sensible option to choose, and, to Rikka, that did not make sense.

On the other paw, however, the notion of exploring a completely novel land delighted her. The unpredictability was enticing, for who knew what could be out there! There was more uncertainty in the true unknown than there was here in Wonderland, a place she in which she was confident and adapted. It made more sense to stay here in the comfort of the familiar, and it was not like Rikka to be sensible.

“Hehe, you’re mad, Katya,” she giggled, closing her eyes. That giggle grew into a maniacal laugh very quickly, and she fell onto her side, rolling onto her back. Opening her eyes and looking up at her other sisters, she only laughed even more. “You’re all absolutely mad, ahahahaha!”

That response was all her sisters needed to know that she would support them in their endeavor. She would go with them, and she would bring all her insanity with her.

Locked upon request 8D

OMG! Thank you so much! This is quite a shock. There were so many good entries!