TAKEN A TOLL ON ME // Shark

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    name : Shark > Sharkscar

    gender : Female > she, her

    age : 25 moons > ages on the 12th

    - created on 6.12.19

    clan : Skyclan > warrior

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    appearance : chausie mix with pale olive eyes

    - Stocky, limber frame with short thick tawny fur ticked with russet and charcoal

    - Wide, round pale olive eyes

    eyes always exude warmth or ferociousness

    - Round, childish features

    - Glasgow smile scars from a fox > formerly dislocated jaw

    - Ref, ref

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    personality :

    + Loving, maternal, protective, loyal, thick-skinned, courageous

    - Abrasive, self-destructive, violent, ruthless, loose morals

    | Passionate, serious, stubborn, hard-ass, flirtatious, fearless

    tropes : Trope, trope, trope, trope

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    Sheogorath x Cougarstar - 2nd gen

    - Lynxfang, Crane, Batfrost

    status : Single > not looking

    - sexuality : Bisexual

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    interaction : Easy to make platonic relationships > romantic relationships vary

    battle : Moderately difficult physically > extremely difficult mentally

    PLOTS

    - Joins Skyclan as Shark with a dislocated jaw/glascow smile scars from some animal and heals there and figures since she's already there she just sticks around and becomes a warrior - will most likely talk with a lisp or something like that for the rest of her life - maybe a stutter from the pain in her jaws

    - Later on will lose her tail, will be cut so short it was like she never had one

    - Probably does that run of the mill plot where she adopts a kid and goes through hell for them because she loves her baby

    TESTING

    It hadn't been the best start to a dreary day. It had been brutal, excessively so. It had begun in a blur as the loner was knocked over, her face crushed into the coarse pads and thick fur of an animal's paw, holding her head against the ground leaving her muzzle exposed to it's rancid breath as it exhaled across her face. It had been a shredding of pain as a pair of jaws clamped around her own bottom one and began to draw it open to the cool summer air. It had started with confusion, her eyes closed beneath the massive paw over her face as her jaw was continuing to open against her will. Then it grew into pain, shock. It was absolutely petrifying as she felt the corners of her mouth began to tear, splitting through the skin and forcing her mouth open to unnatural extents. Through the pain and shock of it all she could only think what kind of animal would do this? This was a beast of disproportionally loose morals.


    It had been a shock to her that she survived the encounter, let alone had managed to chase off the creature through her bleary gaze as her soft olive green eyes had been flooded with tears of pain and droplets of blood that rolled and smeared across her face like war paint. Through her foggy mind and cloudy gaze she had made it only a few steps before collapsing at the border of the deciduous forest residing clan. With her paws crumpled beneath the form of her lean body she looked tiny, like an oversized kit despite having been the age of a young adult. She looked pitiful, splattered in blood and caked in dust and dirt from having been forced into the ground by the dense weight of the animal that had incapacitated her.


    Soft algae green eyes trailed across the muggy shapes of trees and underbrush, uncertainty clouding her stare as she had no clue where she was and if she would survive. And if she did survive, would she be able to talk? What would she do? Pain seemed to be the last thing on her mind as it was like the tinkling of a wind chime in the back of her mind while her panic and many inquiries were like the resounding bang of a gong in the front of her fading consciousness. As her soft stare closed, her consciousness being controlled now by what felt like a high grade tranquilizer she could only hope that someone could find her soon because dying wasn't on her agenda.