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[font=georgia]Dropdead Leader of PineClan
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2 seasons
She-cat
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Dropdead is a stunning black, orange, and white calico she-cat with long whiskers and a velvet nose. She has beautiful ice blue eyes that shine like diamonds, but will blaze hotter than a fire when she is mad. She has very sharp claws that appear to be hooked at the end. She has a short tail which was always short because she was born that way, all though she did get bitten by a badger on the little stub. Lastly, she has many battle scars from a rough past that she made it through. One other important feature of Dropdead is her short, but silky fur that easily shakes off water from the ponds and rivers of PineClan territory.
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Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Dropdead's name says a lot about her attitude and personality. She isn't exactly the friendly type of cat, and she prefers to be alone. Some days she may act as sweet as honey, but say one wrong thing and she'll claw your ears off with no questions asked. She has a lot of secrets that she will only tell to the cats or animals who are closest to her. Her attitude wasn't always this bad, but if you're lucky enough to hear her story straight from her own words, you'll know why she is like this. Now, despite her mean side and seemingly dark-heartedness, she is a very nice cat to be "friends" with. Though she has never opened her heart to that special cat, she knows deep inside that he's out in the forest somewhere waiting to meet her.
-Dropdead likes any type of hunting, she likes to relax in the sunlight on top of her den or by the Medicine Den, and she really likes to help with apprentice training. On the other hand, she cannot stand a cat who constantly tells her what to do or complains all day. She also dislikes some kinds of prey, like frogs or lizards, and she hates when her fur gets matted together by mud or any thing else.
-Dropdead's major strength is being able to take away another cats' pain. Other than that, she has no real strengths. She does have a few weaknesses, including: being very sensitive to the cold (due to her short fur), she is close to being blind in her left eye, she walks with a limp (due to a past battle), and she has to be treated by the Medicine Cat every once in a while when her scars and injuries start acting up.
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Dropdead has a sad past for such a beautiful cat. It all started the moment she was born into NewClan, her mother died and her father blamed her for it. She was taken in by another queen, but was not accepted by the other kits. She often had to wait until the other kits were asleep to eat. Things got worse as she became an apprentice, one of the worst times in her life. Her mentor was cruel and often attacked her with unsheathed claws while they were training. She suffered even worse when he tried to throw her to the Thunderpath and he was killed by a monster instead. Again, she was wrongfully blamed and the other apprentices teased her and made crude remarks. No other cat in the Clan would mentor her except for the kind queen who raised her. After she became a warrior, her life seemed to get no better. She suffered sever loss of sight in a badger attack and then she nearly lost what was left of her tail. After a few moons of plotting, a group of warriors ganged up on her and drove her out of the Clan. She scraped together what was left of her pride and named herself the Leader of her new Clan, PineClan. She became Leader, despite the fact that she believed in neither StarClan nor DarkForest, and that was they day she vowed that she'd have her revenge on the whole of NewClan.
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Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): Dropdead drug herself through the forest, her limbs ached with every move she made. The group of warriors were long gone by now, but she was fearing that one of them would jump out at any moment. Finally, after many hours of walking, running, and falling over fallen logs, she came to a small field where a few cats randomly scrambled around. She weakly called out to them, "Help! Please, someone help me!" She swayed on her paws before finally falling over and blacking out.
When she woke up, it was cold and damp in the den. She was wrapped in cobwebs and moss, which helped keep her warm a bit. A silver tabby cat was standing over her. She tried to move, but failed as the cobwebs were hard and heavy to her weary bones. "Oh, no don't do that. You need to rest, you've lost a lot of blood. What is your name?" The silver she-cat asked. Dropdead gazed at the cat and carefully opened her mouth and spoke in a cracked voice. "Th-they called me Losttail... But I... I d-don't want you t-o... Ca-ll me that. Call me Dropdead..." She meowed roughly.
