That would be awesome!
I don't know what I want to happen to her yet, once Cleo finds out, but I love the idea of Cleo trusting her.
Maybe I'll have Sooleawa as a Huntress during her stay with Cleo's group, just to give her some cover up so that it doesn't appear she is going against Cleo.
Username: Maniacal Monty
Cat's name: Sooleawa
Appearance: Silver tipped blue with green eyes.
Rp sample: 'The huntress, a she-cat who plays a role within the hunt. But what am I hunting for? I sometimes wonder but now I am so sure, I must allow my adrenaline vein to be pumped with the finest of syrups. I don't care whether it is the emotion of a terrified kit, scared half to death by my endless taunts, which is also constantly being manipulated into causing themselves discomfort. Nor do I care if it is the copper tang of blood dripping from my fangs after lunging for another cats jugular. I am the huntress who is seeking for their prey.'
Sooleawa, a beautiful and elegant she-cat with a tongue full of lies and deceit, was grooming herself with care. One dainty paw fell across her face, sliding smoothly down the bridge of her nose, before being swiped across her tongue for another load of saliva. Her luminous green eyes were merely slits, currently unnoticeable by her moving paw. Her pink tongue lapped around her jaws, a look of satisfaction was now plastered upon her facade.
Sooleawa wrapped her tail neatly over her forepaws, occasionally it would twitch whenever a bird flittered over head. The chattering sound of her jaws would often jitter whenever a pesky bird came too close for their own good. Luckily enough the bird was safe for now, Sooleawa didn't plan on hunting the feathered parasite after she had taken such time and care into grooming her silver tipped blue pelt. The she-cat was of one solid colour, and that was blue, no other colour marked her pelt but the contrast of her striking green eyes and shiny blue pelt complimented each other. Sooleawa wasn't a small cat but she appeared bigger than she truly was, her semi-cobby build gave her a compact and muscular appearance that appeared to one lookers as if she was the average height of a tom. However Sooleawa was the standard heigh for a female cat but her average conformation was often misleading. The she-cat tilted her head to one side, a small sigh was emitted from her parted jaws, before she straightened herself up and rose to her paws. The feathered critter flew away almost instantaneously, perching themselves within a tree and twittering down to Sooleawa in contempt. The she-cat ignored the rude behaviour, turned her rump on the bird, and held her tail high with elegance before strutting off towards a small clearing.
Sooleawa had made camp within this desolated location for the past few nights, unable to make herself interact with other felines for the time being. But now she had to feed her hunger once again, she needed to pressurise another cat into doing things for her, making her feel superior and important. This was something she done on a regular basis but one thing she hadn't done for a while was pretend to love another. One of her favourite hobbies was leading a tom up the garden path, making them think she loves them, before breaking their heart and embarrassing them. She loved to cause others discomfort and pain, but something she longed for was another cat to do her dirty little deeds for her. She hated to get her paws bloody, if she was able to get another cat to do it then she was more than happy. For now though she was more than content to do it herself until another cat, of similar mentality to her, came along. She pondered for a while, wondering where to go to and what type of cat to cause havoc on.
'A little she-cat would take my fancy now,' She thought. 'A cat from a Clan would be more than ideal. If I could turn them against their Clan that would be tasty and perfect.'
She lowered her cranium until her nose touched the crystal clear water, her crimson tongue grazed the top of the shimmering water and watched as it rippled in front of her. The clearing she had entered was magnificent with a small stream running smoothly through the middle, an old oak tree stood to the side with tiny acorns scattered around the trunk. The clearing was somewhat enclosed, easily misable if you weren't looking for it. Sooleawa had been lucky enough to find it, during a night when she was being chased by a rabid dog she took cover beneath a holly bush and came out on the other side to find this clearing. She liked to think of this as her little slice of StarClan, a peaceful clearing for her eyes only.
'I may not have a home but this is the closest thing I have to call one,' She thought contently. 'The peace and quiet, the solitude, is something I'd never change or wish to share with another feline.'