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They call her... Scar
She was born... 5 years ago
She is, of course, a... she-cat
Her alliance is... pure evil
Her rank is... unknown
Her looks are... very muscular and strong. You can visibly see her muscles under her fur, pretty much like they're about to burst out. Her claws are in tip-top shape, plenty ready enough to kill a cat with one slice of her paw. She is quite slim and lean, though despite her muscles. Her legs are long and swift, her head in the middle between small and large with alert, scarred and torn ears. Her tail is battle-scarred and long, coiling and uncoiling behind her like a snake. Her pelt is seal sable/dark brown that is shiny, smooth, and well-groomed. Her front right paw is white, but other than that she is completely dark brown. She has blue eyes that are evil and criticizing, ready to piece someone with their intense gaze. They give her a look like she's looking either right past your body, or into it, scanning it like an X-Ray machine. Her pelt is covered in scars from previous battles and the coloring her fur is can barely be seen under all the scars.
They say she is...ruthless and heartless. Quite like Tigerstar/Tigerclaw. She has no compassion in her body and only wishes to rise to power and conquer the forest/world. She does have a flirtatious side and uses it often in order to get what she wants. Numerous toms have fallen under her spell and followed whatever she asked them to do but rarely is there one who cannot outdo her tempting skills. She can kill in an instant and respects only the leaders of whomever she is following. She can bring death upon souls on command, beg on command, and speak on command but usually those commands are given to herself unless, of course, they are spoken by a leader. She also likes to have fresh blood always on her claws.
---Likes: Battlers, death, leaders, strong toms, power
--- Dislikes: Crowfood, kits, anyone who begs, defenseless cats
---Strengths: Muscles, skills, speech, mind
---Weaknesses: Strong toms, good food, power
They say her past is...dangerous. She didn't get her scars for nothing. As a kit, her parents both pushed their children to the edge in training and battling. As soon as their eyes opened, they would get them up at the crack of dawn and work them til the sun went down. Several of the smaller scars she got were from her parents since they fought with unsheathed claws. When she got older, she was the strongest of her siblings and to prove her worth toward her parents, they told her to kill the weakest of the siblings. 'With pleasure,' had come to her mind as she killed the poor mewling kitten. When she was mature, she left home and was a loner for awhile, killing whoever got in her path as she went. Finally she stumbled upon a sort of Clan and lived there for awhile, rising in power to become the Queen to rule alongside the Leader of the group. By force, she produced the leader's litter but killed them while everyone else was sleeping, declaring them killed by a fox in the night. After that, she left and was a loner thereafter.
Roleplay Sample-(This is set in the perspective of a BloodClan she-cat like mine in the battle against all the Clans in the first series.)
The tension that threatened to suffocate the she-cat was unbearable. Claws gripped the ground in anxiety. Why wouldn't the stinking leaders just make up their minds already?! she sighed inwardly. Scourge seemed ready to battle through anything, especially the flame-colored tom who seemed to be the leader of them all. Her dog-teeth studded collar added great accent to her makeup, including the razor-sharp dog teeth that were strapped onto her battle-ready claws. If they happened to fall off during battle, her own claws were just as sharp as the additional ones, ready to tear into the flesh of another little forest cat. Oh yes, this territory was not theirs. Scourge's, she should say.
Blue gaze scans the opposing competitor, searing with fury and hatred. They seemed hard and rough enough, but not nearly as close as most of the warriors BloodClan had. She would've laughed out loud had the tension in the air been so hard to breathe. Finally, the black tom seemed to make up his mind and when the attack call came, the she-cat gladly leaped forward, letting her own battle cry race off her lips to mix with all the others that enveloped the clearing. She dove for a ginger she-cat who looked like she was half-searching for some other cat while half-battling. She seemed like an easy opponent, but when she reached her, ready to give the single slice that would end her life, the she-cat let loose a furious yowl and dove easily to the side from the dog-teeth claws. Angered, the dark brown she-cat aimed another attack, only for the ginger cat to dodge away again, and again, and again. Every time the BloodClan cat missed, it made her even more mad. Finally she just launched herself at the ginger forest cat, but the she-cat dodged once more, slicing at a dark brown ear and hissing, "Stay away from our home!" When the BloodClan she-cat rose from a little bloody pool, the ginger cat was gone, already lost in the teeming mass of fighting cats. Letting out a rage-filled hiss, she leaped into battle once more, not about to fail at fighting for Scouge.
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