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Cirrus
Energetic | Distracted | Reliable
Fluffy wavy-furred silver tabby tom with a light orange patch on the nose and green eyes
Kittypet // Undetermined // 9 moons
Adoptee of Lavinia
After squeezing out of his garden fence in pursuit of a baby bunny, Cirrus was lost and unable to find his way home – not too soon after he was found and taken in by Lavinia

Maple/Flare/Eden
Lively | Forgetful | Single-Braincell
Short hair orange tabby tabby with matching round orange eyes
Rogue // Undetermined // X moons
Family open
Relations open
Friends open
He’s a classic orange cat, that’s all there is to him

Name??
Conceited | Elusive | Elegant
Medium fur white cat with a gray mask and mantle dusted with the occasional black accents and burnt orange eyes

Alright. I do believe it was decided Percy was Frazzle's uncle on his mother's side. But at some point, Percy and his sister must have been estranged.

Then Fran was Frazzle's aunt from his father's side, and they know each other well.

Then it would make sense for him to have two-three other siblings. Which I might leave relatively open incase any other person wants to make another connection. XD

Percy's sister: Dalia perhaps? (Totally open to name ideas.)
- Mostly ginger medium-furred molly with small splashes of white.
- Usually a friendly molly with a sense of humour
- Very strong willed, and largely unmoved by the opinions of others when she's got an idea in her head.
- She can get fiery when riled, and can be prone to impulse decisions in these moments.

Fran's brother: Frankie? Lol. Where is my creativity? (Again, totally open to name ideas.)
- Long-furred white tom. Similar fur to Fran, but somewhat larger and stockier.
- I can see him as a tom with good morals, a good heart, and a bit too much courage at times.
- He's not a fighter and is good at mediating, but isn't afraid to stand for what he believes to be good and true.
- I'm thinking he may have died a foolish/heroic death.

They met by chance in the twolegplace. Frankie was a kittypet and Dalia was a cat on the streets. Together they found harmony and love. Frankie would likely tell Fran all about Dalia whenever he visited her, his eyes all alit and excitement and happiness in his voice. He'd likely have eventually brought her to meet Fran, and I'm sure they would have gotten along swell. When Dalia became pregnant, there would likely have been a bit of a panic in deciding where best to raise them, but after a lot of searching they settled in a cozy little place within Fran and Frankie's neighbourhood. The kits were born at the end of summer and all was beautiful and well. As they grew older, they would travel around a little to wear off their boundless energy~ sometimes to Fran's, sometimes to the edge of town. Frazzle was always one of the most exuberant, and was always getting himself into trouble; falling into puddles, attracting the attention of angry insects (not without good reason), and getting stuck in the most unlikely places. His mother always had quite the job keeping track of him and keeping him relatively clean.

But Dalia was growing nervous raising them in the twolegplace. Though they had a cozy little spot, the cats that roamed the streets could hardly be called friendly and there were so many fumes and twoleg dangers everywhere. She mentioned wanting to take them to the forest, near where her brother lived. She regretted the way she had parted with her brother and with a bout of homesickness, wished to make amends and catch up on everything they had missed since then. Frankie wasn't so sure he wanted his kits out in the wild. The twolegplace was all he knew, and according to him, it was a far safer place. They discussed this at length for quite a while, and it was decided that they would give it a try after leafbare.

But that time never came for Frazzle. It was the middle of leafbare when he and his siblings were playing out on the quiet street at the edge of town. A twoleg's dog got loose and chased after them. The siblings scattered, running for their lives. Frazzle ran for the forest with the dog hot on his heels. He ran harder and faster than he had ever run before, and darted into the thicker undergrowth. Even as the crashing sounds of the dog grew more distant, Frazzle kept on running, his heart hammering in fear. And it was in that way he became lost in the woods at seven moons of age. With little to no survival skills, and rather poor judgement, he was in quite a pickle and very well might have died had it not been for Smoke who discovered him.

Meanwhile, Dalia was in a tizzy when she heard the news from the other kits who came home in a hurry. She and Frankie got Fran to look after the kits while they went out into the woods search for dear little Frazzle. They returned after two days straight of searching with no success. Dalia was devastated and Frankie had a new sadness in his eye. After that, they took turns searching in the woods, and it was always a heartbreaking sight to see them come back alone. As winter neared its end, they all feared the inevitable truth. Frazzle was gone. So they carried on. But that didn't stop them from looking at the forest from time to time, hoping against hope that they might catch a glimpse of that crazy child.

Frankie's heroic death would take place around here. Perhaps something happened in the woods and he died there, or perhaps he was protecting his family in the twolegplace, or even a complete stranger~ because that was the sort of cat he was. Dalia would have been even more heartbroken upon his death, and the twolegplace would seem like an even more cruel and unwelcoming place to her. She could barely bring herself to meet with the kindhearted Fran, who looked so much like her lost beloved. Their last meeting would likely have been one full of sorrow, tight emotions and tears.

Then when the first shoots of green started to pop out and the kits went out to play more often (under the evermore careful eye of their mother), they all vanished without a word. Maybe twolegs took them, or maybe they left because Dalia couldn't stand to be in that place any longer. Who knows.

It wasn't until another moon after that, when spring was in full bloom, that Frazzle under Smoke's guidance, finally came back to the twolegplace. But they were all gone, and the only family he could find was Fran. After hearing the story, he was a little lost and aloof for a while, but tended to always come back to Fran's place as a sort of home base. He went about searching for them for a long time, and gradually it just became habit~ wandering around between the twolegplace and the forest, meeting new faces, talking and teasing and having fun. As time went on, he seemed a little less lost and more at home in his wanderings.