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[hr]name;; Venomstrike
age;; 34 moons
gender;; she-cat
rank;; warrior
written appearance;; Venomstrike is an unusually large cat, her pelt is a mix of many shades of brown. Her stomach area is mostly all light brown with a few stripes of dark brown here and there; her back is completely dark brown. She has light yellow eyes that turn a bit darker in the winter, her father always told her that she was special for that reason, and that's why she values her eyes so much. She has a scar on her forehead from when she fell off a tree during her kithood. Venomstrike thinks it ruins her face and she quite sour whenever someone brings it up.
personality;;
positive traits
- self-disciplined
- resourceful
- fast
- fair-minded
- broad-minded
negative traits
- compulsive
- stubborn
- blunt
- intolerant
- pessimistic
history;; History (optional):
Venomstrike had sweet, generous parents. A bit ironic, she tells herself. Her mother was Tinyflower and her father was Tawnyclaw. Both were almost elders by the time they had her and her brothers. They both died shortly after she became a warrior, it was the only time Venomstrike shed tears in public. Her brothers are Slatemark and Scarclaw. She is incredibly protective over them, being the oldest, even if it's only by a few minutes. As an apprentice, she was quiet, gloomily. She never played like the others did, and even now she doesn't understand why. Slatemark and Scarclaw's company, as of right now, are the only ones Venomstrike enjoys.
sexuality;; heterosexual
love interest[ s ];; icestar (only if that's okay with you, twistie)
mate;; X
kits;; X, but does want in the future
mother;; Tinyflower
father;; Tawnyclaw
siblings;; Slatemark and Scarclaw
other relatives;; X
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screen name;; riva.
activity level;; 8/10
muse level;; it all depends on the thread, if it has no plot then 3/10, but if it does 9/10
muse standing[ basic, semi, advanced ];; advanced
roleplay sample;;
Slowly..
The only thing that could be heard in the cave was her shallow breathing. Venomstrike took a step forward, her belly scraped briefly on the cool, wet ground. It took all her strength not to scream and run.
Where did you go?
She repeated this question in her mind until she could of think of nothing else. Tears threatened her eyes, but she resisted. Venomstrike didn't want to make even the slightest of noises, it was too much of a risk.
She also wanted to run away.
Away from the heartache she felt, it overwhelmed her. There was no relief, it was a constant pain. It made her shake, causing her claws to scrap against the ground. The sharp noise made her wince, her breath was shaky.
I can't do this..
With that thought, she turned around and ran. And as she did, the tears streamed freely from her squinted eyes. It was her breaking point, she couldn't save them. She couldn't even save herself.
questions;; is there a plot idea already? I haven't checked the chat/plot thread, but I may have an idea.
comments;; I think there's a song called rumbling river.