1/30
Monkshood approached the garden, her long whiskers twitching as she scented the air. Shade dappled her already marbled coat and caused her bright green eyes to shine out. She looked around at the other cats, and assaulting number of scents swirled around her. So many clans, so many cats, of which many she did not know that she could trust.
2/30
Monkshood watched the warring cats with an amused look on her face. She felt powerful in this beautiful garden. With a name that alluded to one of the most deadly plants, the violets and tulips that swayed around her were almost an insult.
3/30
Monkshood shouldered her way between two ferns, the sunlight warming the marble patches on her back. She jumped atop a curling hedge and gazed out at the maze of flowers and ivy. It was grand, something a queen would lurk through on a daily walk. Monkshood liked to pretend sometimes that she was a queen, though of course it was not true. Only a warrior, doing her duty to the Insignia that she belonged too.
4/30
A light breeze ruffled her fur, but Monkshood only twitched her ear in recognition of the force. She was a predator in a garden of fragile prey. Her chilling eyes raked over the cats that wandered the maze of every different color. She wondered if her Insignia brethren lurked, or was it just her in this strange fairytale, perched on the brink of beauty and disaster.
Character Name: Monkshood
Character Age: 3 and half
Gender: Female
Alliance: The Insignia
Rank: Warrior
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Monkshood is a big cat with sturdy shoulders and large paws that help her climb rocks and trees with skill and ease. Her undercoat is light brown with dark marble spots ranging from her shoulders to the tip of her tail. Monkshood resembles the kittypets known as Bengals and her mother used to tell her stories of their ancestry from the oldest and fiercest forest cats with marble fur and glowing icy eyes. Monkshood's own eyes are very peculiar, with one eye a frost blue and the other leaf green. It used to startle her clanmates she she grew up with very few friends as the result of her chilling appearance. Though now she reveres the chance to startle a Pro-Clan warrior with her savage good looks.
Personality:
Comes on as tough to live up to her name and the reputation she's built. Really, she has many wounds inside, like any other. Monkshood has vivid nightmares of her life before joining the Insignia and she rarely talks about it. These vivid nightmares bleed into her real life and she finds herself flinching at the nearest shadow. Monkshood never really made friends, she simply wanders, confused and tired of the world. She puts all of herself into her clan and is extremely loyal to the bone. Despite her cold exterior she welcomes anyone that does not pry into her past.
Song- Home - Jasmine Thompson
---Likes :
--- Dislikes :
Being proven wrong.
The cold/winter.
Fish.
---Strengths:
Strong and can climb trees.
Has knowledge of most poisonous plants.
Quite charming if she wants to be.
---Weaknesses
Clouded by anger and does not think before she acts.
Is prone to to disrespect those in higher positions as she has an authority complex.
History (8 or more sentences):
Monkshood was born beneath the dying sun and the glittering stars and that is all she remembers. She remembers her mothers stories too, stories of a great clan now lost that they were descended from. Her mother was from Blizzardclan and had mated with a rogue she had fallen in love with one day on patrol. Monkshood had two sisters but they both were dead as winter set in. When spring arrived, Monkshood who had yet to be named explored with her mother and came upon a plant that she tried to eat. Her mother, thinking this danger hilarious named her Monkshood after the stem that almost killed her. Ever since, Monkshood has striven to uphold her name. The name of a danger that no dares mess with.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):
5/30
Monkshood nibbled the stem of a bright purple flower
6/30
The large marbled she-cat spotted the cats from her perch atop the rose hedge
7/30
Monkshood leaped toward the two talking cats and purred. "Hello"
8/30
The kit trembled but monkshood only twitched her whiskers in amusement. Sun settled on her broad shoulders warming her dark coat.
"What is a young kit like you doing out here?"
9/30
Monkshood resisted the temptation to bare her fangs at this cat. Instead she only tilted her head to the side, her different colored eyes staring them down. "There's no need for hostility" she purred
10/30
She flattened her ears and bristled her tail. She had only meant to say hello. She guessed that they were pro-clanners and could smell the scent of the insignia on her coat.
"Which clan do you come from?" She was curious now and not ready to leave.
11/30
Monkshood only laughed at the snappy she-cat her long tail twitching. She turned back to the kit.
"I am only wandering. A little time off from battles" she winked.
12/30
The insignia were not a real clan in the sense of what most cats considered.
"No"
She glanced at the tom. " who are you looking for?"
13/30
Ooc: if I misspell things it's cause I'm on my iphone(that's also why my answers are so short)
Monkshood's shoulders sagged. It was tiring wandering through the gardens when she was used to sitting
14/30
"Just exploring the flowers. They're quite bright" she smiled.
Ooc: darn I have to go :( sorry!!
15/30
Monkshood ruffled her pelt, scattering rose leaves as she sniffed about. She recognized Starrykit but did not approach, instead she flopped down on the cobblestones, reveling in the sun.
16/30
Monkshood glanced at the sun, all of a sudden tired to the bone. Around her were scattered petals, shredded beneath her massive claws. She touched her paw down and felt the silky smooth that flowers beneath her. The smell was intoxicating and deadly. She wondered how many cats had spent moons in this garden, constantly wandering.
17/30
Monkshood rustled through the bushes looking for a poisonous plant. The poisonous plant. The one she was named after, the one she had been seeking ever since her mother died.
18/30
Annoyed, Monkshood stormed away from the bushes, the fur on her back bristling. Her chilling different colored eyes raked the maze and she took a left, plunging herself into the deep.
Wish I could afford the half-easter or the star but i'm still so new I barely have any FK.
But this little guy is alright for me if still available! :-)
