Post by Splash on Nov 4, 2011 17:26:50 GMT -5
Name: Cloud
Gender: She-cat
Age: 10 weeks
Clan: Loner
Rank: Loner
Physical Description: You can tell that she's fought many times, by the scar on her left side that snakes from her tail to her shoulder. You can also tell, because she's quite strong, and it shows. Her shoulders are well-padded with dense muscles, as are her legs. But, it is obvious that Cloud is not one for brute strength. The muscles are just so, that they're perfect for speed and agility. She would have a problem with tackling someone and not leaping away quickly though.
She always holds herself lightly, even when she looks relaxed. She'll always be ready to run on a second's notice. If you look carefully, she's always suspended on her toes, ready to sprint anywhere, including up a tree. She has this energy about her, but, it doesn't radiate happiness. It simply prepares her for the worst.
Her fur is think and mainly grey. It hangs about half an inch off her body. She does have a white splotches on her face, chest, stomach and paws. Her eyes are light green.
Personality:First things first, she's brave. And that doesn't mean not being afraid, in her case. It means being terrified, and standing up to it anyway. It doesn't matter if she's scared to death. She won't back down. She'll put herself in danger, not without fear, but with purpose. She doesn't fear death, though. She fears everything, that is feared by instinct. She's selfless, too. She never puts herself in the counting, nor the death tolls. She does what she thinks is right and doesn't care if the cost is her death.
She's one determined cat too, let me tell you. She will always keep trying. She could reach the stars if she set her mind to it. The problem is; She won't ever accept help, even if she needs it. She's not going to share victory, she's going to do the whole thing herself. Sometimes, you need to work with others or you won't be able to do it. This is why, she can't always just keep on going. Despite the fact she'll deny it, she needs to let others help her.
She's not good with feelings. She hasn't really loved much, and can't really talk about her feelings to anyone, nor can she help others when they're feeling down. Nor does she want to. She'd much rather be out there, doing something for he good of all, then nursing over some other cat's feelings. She loves, not only to be the hunter, but to also be the hunted. In all, she needs the thrill of it all.
History: Fall leaves fell, settling lightly on the ground, their many colors spilled out on the ground. A young new warrior pushed her way through the leaves, her swollen belly shifted as she made a wrong step and fell, another amount of pain racking her body. She couldn't go much farther. The young queen pushed her way into a whole, struggling to fit her whole body in. Afterwards, she collapsed and prepared for the long night.
The next time the sun rose, there were four kits, all the queens. Unfortunately, all were dead. At least, that was what Goldmint, the Queen, thought. Until she caught the slightest of breaths from one of the kits. She immediately tugged it to her stomach. She stayed in the den for another night. She named the surviving kit Cloud, due to her white markings on her gray body. The kit was much like her father, in looks.
The next day, she left the den, with the dead bodies behind. She couldn't go back to the clans now. The rouge she had fallen in love with.... it meant she could never return. The clan had found out. Her love was dead. She couldn't take care of her kit alone. Her only option was one she didn't like.
A few days later, she was wearing an itch collar and sleeping in a warm bed. As soon as Cloud opened her eyes, she was bringing the kit outside. She eventually showed the kit how to hunt and fight. By the time Cloud was 9 moons, she was almost as good as a warrior. It was then, that a dog attacked the two. It went first for the younger cat, who was then protected by the mother, Cloud followed her mothers instructions and fled.
She herd the sound of her mother's neck breaking, and knew she could never go back. She ran into the forest. About a moon later, she a met a rogue. At first, the two were both cautious enough, and and fought. Cloud was sliced on one flank, and she lost her collar, but, she eventually was able to pin the other cat. They immediately became friends after that, though. He taught her some battle moves, and she helped him hunt for his sister.
Cloud was in love with the other loner, a tom named Spade, who lived with his younger sister Snow. She didn't know how it happened, but, one day, she found their dead bodies.
She realized that she was soon to have the toms kits. But, less then a moon after they were born, a sickness she did not know of killed them all. It is only a moon after she had her kits, and still wakes up crying. Her milk is still with her, a reminder of what happened.
Family:
Goldmist: Dead
Her kits: Dead
Spade: Dead
Picture:
Gender: She-cat
Age: 10 weeks
Clan: Loner
Rank: Loner
Physical Description: You can tell that she's fought many times, by the scar on her left side that snakes from her tail to her shoulder. You can also tell, because she's quite strong, and it shows. Her shoulders are well-padded with dense muscles, as are her legs. But, it is obvious that Cloud is not one for brute strength. The muscles are just so, that they're perfect for speed and agility. She would have a problem with tackling someone and not leaping away quickly though.
She always holds herself lightly, even when she looks relaxed. She'll always be ready to run on a second's notice. If you look carefully, she's always suspended on her toes, ready to sprint anywhere, including up a tree. She has this energy about her, but, it doesn't radiate happiness. It simply prepares her for the worst.
Her fur is think and mainly grey. It hangs about half an inch off her body. She does have a white splotches on her face, chest, stomach and paws. Her eyes are light green.
Personality:First things first, she's brave. And that doesn't mean not being afraid, in her case. It means being terrified, and standing up to it anyway. It doesn't matter if she's scared to death. She won't back down. She'll put herself in danger, not without fear, but with purpose. She doesn't fear death, though. She fears everything, that is feared by instinct. She's selfless, too. She never puts herself in the counting, nor the death tolls. She does what she thinks is right and doesn't care if the cost is her death.
She's one determined cat too, let me tell you. She will always keep trying. She could reach the stars if she set her mind to it. The problem is; She won't ever accept help, even if she needs it. She's not going to share victory, she's going to do the whole thing herself. Sometimes, you need to work with others or you won't be able to do it. This is why, she can't always just keep on going. Despite the fact she'll deny it, she needs to let others help her.
She's not good with feelings. She hasn't really loved much, and can't really talk about her feelings to anyone, nor can she help others when they're feeling down. Nor does she want to. She'd much rather be out there, doing something for he good of all, then nursing over some other cat's feelings. She loves, not only to be the hunter, but to also be the hunted. In all, she needs the thrill of it all.
History: Fall leaves fell, settling lightly on the ground, their many colors spilled out on the ground. A young new warrior pushed her way through the leaves, her swollen belly shifted as she made a wrong step and fell, another amount of pain racking her body. She couldn't go much farther. The young queen pushed her way into a whole, struggling to fit her whole body in. Afterwards, she collapsed and prepared for the long night.
The next time the sun rose, there were four kits, all the queens. Unfortunately, all were dead. At least, that was what Goldmint, the Queen, thought. Until she caught the slightest of breaths from one of the kits. She immediately tugged it to her stomach. She stayed in the den for another night. She named the surviving kit Cloud, due to her white markings on her gray body. The kit was much like her father, in looks.
The next day, she left the den, with the dead bodies behind. She couldn't go back to the clans now. The rouge she had fallen in love with.... it meant she could never return. The clan had found out. Her love was dead. She couldn't take care of her kit alone. Her only option was one she didn't like.
A few days later, she was wearing an itch collar and sleeping in a warm bed. As soon as Cloud opened her eyes, she was bringing the kit outside. She eventually showed the kit how to hunt and fight. By the time Cloud was 9 moons, she was almost as good as a warrior. It was then, that a dog attacked the two. It went first for the younger cat, who was then protected by the mother, Cloud followed her mothers instructions and fled.
She herd the sound of her mother's neck breaking, and knew she could never go back. She ran into the forest. About a moon later, she a met a rogue. At first, the two were both cautious enough, and and fought. Cloud was sliced on one flank, and she lost her collar, but, she eventually was able to pin the other cat. They immediately became friends after that, though. He taught her some battle moves, and she helped him hunt for his sister.
Cloud was in love with the other loner, a tom named Spade, who lived with his younger sister Snow. She didn't know how it happened, but, one day, she found their dead bodies.
She realized that she was soon to have the toms kits. But, less then a moon after they were born, a sickness she did not know of killed them all. It is only a moon after she had her kits, and still wakes up crying. Her milk is still with her, a reminder of what happened.
Family:
Goldmist: Dead
Her kits: Dead
Spade: Dead
Picture: