[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 30px; color: #ffffff; font-family: georgia; text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px;]Rainmaker ☆
[size=9pt]Sixteen moons | Female | DarkClan | Warrior[/size][/fancypost]
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; font-size: 12px; font-family: georgia; color: #ffffff; text-align: justify;]Name » Rainmaker
Age » Sixteen Moons
Gender » Female ♀
Sexuality » Heterosexual
Alliance » DarkClan
Rank » Warrior
Appearance » Generally speaking, Rainmaker is a tall, thin, black-spotted golden serval with piercing amber eyes. While she stands quite a bit taller than your average domestic cat, Rainmaker would seem short in comparisons to others of her species. Her frame is rather lithe and slim, her limbs being longer, thinner, and out of proportion with the length of her body.
Personality » Just taking a first glance at her biography would give you the impression that's she's very feminine, right? Yeah, well that's why I designed it this way. Rainmaker comes across as someone who wants to be protected, cared for, and loved for who she is, but most don't realize that she can become a cold-hearted killer if she wanted to. She's very emotionally guarded, and she refuses to let others get to close to her because she has a fear that someone will come along one day and crush her heart into a billion little pieces.
On the outside, she refuses to show this, and she often covers it up with her extreme confidence in her ability to succeed and her outspokenness about controversial situations. Rainmaker's never afraid to get up in front of others and share her opinion on a matter, even if it goes against what the majority of others think. While she's very sweet and kind to strangers and dear friends of hers, Rainmaker knows how to and will hold a grudge against someone who's hurt her or someone she loves.
There's always that little need for revenge that sits in the back of her mind, building up until someone throws her over the edge. Rainmaker passes herself off as someone who's very calm, cool, and collected, this little chicka has a boiling temper that's sure to show if someone pisses her off enough. She usually chooses the physical violence route instead of using her words, seeing that she's not the most quick-witted feline in the forest. In fact, she always embarrasses herself when attempting to tell someone off.
[more will be added as she's developed]
The Past » You know you've heard of those histories of cats that involve abuse, r---, murder, and exile, but this isn't one of those. In fact, Rainmaker's lived quite a nice live compared to a bunch of others she knows. Yes, there is a little bit of death and darkness during certain parts of her life, but everyone has those times, right? Her story can go back to a few moons before she was born, when her mother met her father. Her mother grew up in DarkClan, while her father was a loner. It's one of those forbidden love stories, right? Not exactly. After meeting the Rainmaker's father, her mother convinced him to join DarkClan to live with her and raise a family. Simple enough?
A few months after meeting each other, Rainmaker's mother was pregnant and expecting the litter that Rainmaker was born into. As a kitten, Rainmaker was the only daughter her parents had, which led to her singling herself off and breaking away from her siblings. It wasn't that she didn't love them -- she just wanted to prove her femininity instead of playing rough with the boys. The serval spent most of her days curled up next to her mother's side, dreaming about the future and what it would bring for her.
Unlike her brothers who only cared about what was happening in the present, Rainmaker always created little fantasies inside her head about the different directions her life could go in. Rainmaker's first crush was on her mentor when she was six moons old, but it was just a kiddie crush and it was more of an extreme admiration instead of love. During training, Rainmaker found herself excelling in the art of hunting, but falling behind in fighting.
Rainmaker's apprenticeship went as fast as it came, and around the time she was twelve moons, she was given her warrior name at the monthly ceremonies. It was also around this time that tragic struck. At thirteen moons, Rainmaker watched two of her four mothers die at the hands of a small group of badgers. Well, that's not exactly true -- she didn't see it happen, she just found their bodies. Now, Rainmaker is still mourning the loss of her two litter mates, but she's getting along just fine.
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