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[size=13pt]Tempest || 38 moons || Female || Loner[/size]
[size=11pt]Appearance;;[/size]
Tempest, where to begin? This marvelous feline would most definitely be described as many things; pretty, elegant, graceful, tall, and perhaps even skinny, though that is to be debated. In all, she's a rather average weighted cat, but her oversized proportions make her look skinnier than she actually is; that is, her too large ears and oversized paws make the rest of her body look small and skinny in comparison. The fur that coats this disproportionate body is colored of that of a silver moon, shining bright over the river on a hot summer's night, cleaner than the purest of angels, and softer than the softest of feathers, she keeps it neat and tidy. The silver fur, not pure and plain, is coated by many dark tabby stripes, swirling from head to toe, from tail to chin, you name it, there's stripes on it, save a small white locket adorning the fur on her chest. Covering the basics, her body can be now broken into parts; her head, body, legs and paws, and her tail. Beginning on her head, you'll notice it's narrow, slim shape, not adding much to give her a 'bulky' appearance. Notice as well her previously mentioned large ears, seeming to make her already small head even smaller. As well, you'll see her long whiskers and tiny nose, adding even more to this oversized-undersized contradiction. The last part of her head, her eyes, are a stormy gray-blue, seeming to swirl in a vortex of clouds and water, like a tornado racing across a field.
Her body, on the other hand, completely alone, is that of a normal cat, no more, no less. Average weight, perhaps just a bit on the slimmer side, not too long nor short, and proportionate on it's own, it looks quite normal. But couple it with her other features, it looks long and lanky, and quite skinny, for that matter. Her legs are average as well, but perhaps only a little shorter, if any at all. Her paws, on the other hand, are much too big for her body. Yet, the seem to look right, like they belong on her; she just wouldn't be her without them. Lastly, her tail; a rather long and elegant one, it can swish all directions, and functions like, well, a tail. It's nothing special, but perhaps could be considered a bit long; it's hard to tell with the rest of her proportions.
The way she moves is in general, graceful and elegant, even with her large paws. She uses them to her advantage; learning to work with them, and using their wide span to help her balance, sometimes better than others can. Though, when she gets going quickly, she can forget about her disproportionate paws, and end up tripping - though that is definitely a rare event, and a shock to all who see. She usually keeps her stance cool, calm, and composed; so to see her mess up can be quite the shock to those who haven't known her all that long.
[size=11pt]Personality;;[/size]
More cold than the middle of leafbare, quieter than a mouse, and angrier than a raging bull, Tempest isn't that pleasant to be around. She'll snap for no reason, simply because she felt like it. She'll ignore you just because, and she'll scream and yell when she wants. However, she'll usually keep to herself; leave her alone, and she'll leave you alone. Content with staying quiet, all by herself, she'll think happier thoughts in her head, those that a normal cat would; crushes, hunting, Starclan, etc. But just... something about being around others that makes her a completely different person; no matter who's around her, she can't be who she really is; 'normal.'
However, she loves to gossip. If you're able to manage to get on her good side, and have a bit of juicy information, she'll gladly exchange tongues with you. In fact, that's the only type of conversation she'll have with other cats; gossip. She'd do it all day if she could; but she can't. She'll either snap or just stop... feeling like talking, really. She'll just shut her mouth and say nothing, and the cat will usually leave.If you get to know her, you'll also note her selfishness. She never shares; ever. Not once in her life has she, and she never plans on it.
Now, she doesn't try to be this way. If she could, she'd be that super friendly cat that everyone wants to be around. She'd cheer and frolic through the forest, hunt and fight like the truest of warriors, and perhaps even start a family, or take on an apprentice. But something about social interactions, well, they just completely change her. She'll hide behind her wall of anger, and shut off all of her mind that says 'socialize.' She can't be around anyone without offending them at least once, she usually can't even have a civilized conversation for more than a few minutes, if that. She can't find a mate, she can't even find a friend, she's so bad. She's just simply antisocial. Whether it's because she's secretly insecure, or simply because that's just the way she is, there's nothing she can do to change it, nothing she can do to show others the real cat that lies inside.
Sure, if one persevered through all her insults and ignoring, one could probably see this; but good luck, she's really hard to talk to. Not three sentences can escape her lips without an insult of some shape or from shooting out at you, if not more. And after she talks to you - if she even does - there's a quite high chance she'll begin to ignore you.
And yet, sometimes, on a rare occasion, she'll have enough willpower to maintain a normal conversation, conversing back and forth with another for a good, solid amount of time... when boom, she's back to insults or ignoring, completely out of the blue. Each time you talk to her, it's unpredictable what will happen; but you will get insulted at some point.
What does she like? Not much, really. But if she had to pick something, it would probably be silence, being alone, and having somewhat normal conversations, if it's possible. She hates the way she's so antisocial, the way that her parents treated her, the way her father left without a real goodbye, and the mean cats that are out there, harming others. She's fairly good at hunting, and a decent fighter, but she's horrible at coping with death, dealing with anger, and socializing.
[size=11pt]History;;[/size]
You wouldn't believe it, but Tempest wasn't always the mean, antisocial cat she was... For a moon. So really, for the most part of her life, she was - and still is - antisocial.
Being the only surviving cat of the litter, her parents cherished the very fact that she was there, and spoiled her to no end. But ever since she learned how to walk and move properly, and begun to act like a kit, she was treated roughly. She was babied her entire first moon, treated like a gem. But as soon as she opened her mouth, bam; her parents hated her. She always wanted to play, wanted to explore, and demanded attention. She'd get so desperate, she'd ask random cats to play with her; even the ones who weren't exactly friendly. It got so bad, she'd been nearly killed two or three times, her parents saving her each time. Finally, one day, being overly stressed and fed up with her energy and nosiness, each time she talked to a stranger, they told her that he was going to kill her, that she would die. She eventually got mad... why did everyone want to kill her? She started to hate people, to despise them. At nine moons, she became murderous, attacking any cat she saw; getting into more trouble, of course. She couldn't fight as well as others at that age, she was still learning. Her parents, again, saved her many times. They told her this time that if she attacked anyone, that she'd be killed anyways, that she was weak, and could never beat anyone in battle. To prove their point, her father attacked her, pinning her easily, and swiping her throat - all with his claws sheathed, of course. They told her that when she could pin her father, she could talk to other cats. And if she was caught talking to other cats before that, they'd leave her alone in the woods to die. So she grew up, the only cats she talked to being her parents; even then, they didn't talk much. Socially deprived, she eloped into her mind, creating a fantasy where everyone hated her, where they were all mean, all deserved to be ignored or yelled at; thus her current personality. Life went on, and she reached about twelve moons, and was fully grown. She could go off on her own if she wanted, but her parents, though still seemingly agitated with her, were all she had. However, one day, while out on a hunt, she heard a shriek from a cat whom she identified as her mother. By the time she and her father reached the scene, all there was there was a mangled body and the scent of multiple other cats. Not only did this break her heart, but it only encouraged her idea of others; mean, hateful creatures. Falling into a depression, she was quiet and sad for a moon or two, before her father snapped her out of it by pinning her and telling her that if she moped any more he'd leave her. So, putting her mother's death behind her, she lived a few more moons with her father before he begun to get ill, coming down with greencough. Knowing the sickness was contagious, he fled in the middle of the night, explaining to his half-awake daughter that he wouldn't be coming back. Though she only remembered half the conversation in the morning, she knew that he was gone. He wouldn't be coming back. She tried following his trail, but he'd gone through a stream, and his scent couldn't be found on the other side. She liked to think he disguised his scent, and that he made it across... but she knew in his fragile state is was unlikely, and a miracle he'd made it as far as he did. She knew it was better this way, less pain... but she wanted a chance to actually say goodbye, in her full consciousness.
As life went on, she lived quietly, just doing enough to survive, in another sort of depression. She hunted, found shelter, moved often, and avoided others for several moons. At the age of about twenty moons, she found another cat by accident; an elderly, dying loner. Against her better judgement, she talked to her... and she was nice. She talked to her about her father, and the elderly cat even managed to cheer her up, and allow her to put his death behind her as well. The very thought of another cat being nice was new to her, and she enjoyed it. But... she couldn't shake her habits. After several minutes, she began insulting the poor cat, and eventually ignored her, a few minutes before scampering off into the woods. She didn't want to... but something in her mind wouldn't let her be nice. It was like her parents were still there, telling her not to talk to others, she felt her father's paws on her chest, the weight of him making it hard to breathe. She stood in the undergrowth, flashbacks cluttering her mind. After it was over, she just went on her way, confused as ever.
Over time, she learned to cope with the flashbacks, and they became less and less frequent. Though, whenever the ignoring part of any conversation kicked in, she swore she always felt her father on her, crushing her, telling her never to talk to anyone again. She found ways to cope, but still couldn't manage to. It's like her parents ingrained it into her brain; their will stronger than hers.
Recently, she's been improving, but she still can't help it. It's always there, and most likely always will be, no matter what. Though she's trying to find ways to improve her social skills, she'll occasionally run into the mean, bloodthirsty, or just plain ignorant cat that causes her to relapse into her old ways, sending her back into the hole she's so desperately trying to crawl out of, pushing her backwards, sending the light at the end of the tunnel further and further away, keeping her from her goal of making friends and living a somewhat normal life. It seems impossible to her, that she'll ever come out of this. She has perfectly normal responses in her head... but either insults or nothing at all will come out, like she's not the one controlling her mouth, like her parents are doing the talking; or lack thereof, like she isn't the one controlling her words.[/fancypost]
