Cheche || THK APP

Name: Kuchochea Cheche
Name meaning: Stimulting Spark
Age: 1 cycle
Gender: female
Tribe: Crooked Tree
Rank: Messenger Tyro
Accessories: NONE
Gift: UNKNOWN

---------------------Personality---------------------

STUBBORN || EXCITABLE || BOSSY || KIND

STUBBORN || This little chicka is a hothead and doesn't appreciate being told what to do. She has the tendency to go against others' advice or orders because it's not what she wants to do. Although this could come in handy if she is ever interrogated by some rival tribe or rouge for information; she'll refuse to tell you anything and possibly spit in your face.

EXCITABLE || Despite being a little spitfire, Cheche can become very excited over the simplest of things _{of course its only over something she wants}. If this kiddo gets excited over something, she'll get it done faster than anyone or be the first on there. While it's great that she can become excited over something and enjoy something, she may or may not jump into something too soon; battles, running off before she has the entire message....crushes...etc.

BOSSY || "BOW DOWN TO ME PEASANTS" You are under her will, you are to do as she says and when she says it; her hobby is to boss every cat in CW until they fall apart and disintegrate, then she'll move on to the next tribe. Now, not only is she super bossy about certain things, she will hold you to it, so that makes her determined too right?

KIND || Believe it or not, somehow, thank the lord, she is actually a really nice cheetah; _{if you're on her good side}. She especially enjoys helping out the younger cats or impressionable cats. Unfortunately, there's an ulterior motive sometimes to her kindness; the more cats like her, the easier they are to boss around. End of story.

---------------------Brief History---------------------
The story of Cheche starts in the heart of the tribe of the Crooked Tree. Two cubs were born, Embe and Upepo, both were strong and determined young toms. When they became their respective posts within the tribe, they began to fight each other for the attention of a female named Bidii; although she was more attracted to Upepo, Embe ultimately won when his elder brother left Crooked Tree for a mate in Crowded Water whom was already carrying their cub. Although sad to see his brother leave, Embe was also happy that his competition was gone and that he now had Bidii for his own.
For many cycles after the two became mates, they tried to carry cubs of their own but with little luck for the litters were miscarried or stillborn, and it was a long time until they finally had a stable litter of four; unfortunately, it claimed the life of Bidii and the three smallest cubs. Thankfully a good friend of the couple nursed and raised the little cub whom was wrongly named Kuchochea but soon renamed Cheche, for her spark of life against the gloom of the adjacent deaths.
While Embe was glad to have one living cub, he was grieving around everyone but his little 'Princess. It pained the female nursing Cheche to see her old friend in pain, so she wisely suggested he get away and follow the 2_1/2 old new of the banishment of Upepo from the tribe of the Crowded Water; at least then he wouldn't feel so alone, and Embe promptly followed this advice, leaving his month old cub with a kiss on the head before leaving on his journey. Cheche isn't hurt by this decision, and can be found saying "Whatever; Aunty Uume made for a better parent anyways."

---------------------Relationships---------------------
(Loathe/Despise)
(Discomfort)
(Acquaintance)
(Friend)
(Good Friend)
(Family)
(Crush)
(Love)
(Repsect)
(Special)
Dead

Embe || Whatever old man.
Bidii || Who?
Dhoruba || Weirdo! Centipedes are not scary.

---------------------Roleplay Example---------------------

Cheche whipped her head in all possible directions, this could not be happening. The young tyro had lost her way for the 12th time that day; any more and she was sure Vumbi would make her become something lame like a cub watcher or elder caretaker. Her green eyes scanned the horizon to find it extremely bare and nonexistent of life. Great. The messenger tyro shook her head, trying to clear it of distractions. Cheche had been told to go... East? West? Over the river and through the woods? She had no idea; she had darted off at the beginning of the practice when her mentor had mentioned the first thing to do.
"CHECHE!" The call was over used today and normally it would bother the CT she-cat, but she just smiled as her mentor lectured her on the benefits of listening to directions.

Cheche (c) ~CrazzKat