[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 320px][justify][size=8][font=arial]
(( OTHER NAMES )) Sky
(( AGE )) 31 moons
(( GENDER )) Female
(( ALLIANCE ))RainClan
(( RANK ))warrior
(( WRITTEN DESCRIPTION )) a dark grey she-cat with blue eyes.
(( FUR COLOR )) dark grey
(( EYE COLOR )) blue
(( PELT PATTERN )) solid
(( BODY MODIFICATION )) a scar on her nose and a nick in her left ear.
(( TEN PERSONALITY TRAITS ))
-Quiet
-Loyal
-Trustworthy
-Kind
-Gentle
-Caring
-Thoughtful
-Observant
-Can be vicious when fighting
-Defensive over those she cares about, but cares little about herself.
(( LIKES ))
-Hunting
-Quiet
-Being alone
-Feeling helpful
-Kind cats
(( DISLIKES ))
-Fighting
-Crowds
-Insensitivity
-Feeling useless
-Rudeness
-Oppressive cats
(( STRENGTHS ))
-Fighting
-Negotiating
-Running
-Climbing
-Taking care of kits/invalids
(( WEAKNESSES ))
-Swimming
-Defensive
-Not physically strong
-Often gets lost in her past
-Can be unfocused
(( HISTORY )) Sky had a happy start to life. Her parents, both rogues, had two kits in total: Sky and Ice. Now Sky was a very pretty young she-cat. Soon she attracted the attention of another rogue in the area, Twist, so named because of his twisted paw. Twist was a shy and loving cat, and the two fell in love. Sky's parents died of old age shortly after she gave birth to her first litter. Twist was so loving and kind to her and their kits, but a madness began to take root in his mind. He became vicious and cruel, and one night when one of their three kits, Black, pestered him a little too much, Twist lashed out. His ferocious blow caught the little tom on the head, and he was flung into the wall of the stone den. With a cry of alarm, Sky rushed over, but Black was dead. Terrified, Sky gathered her remaining kits close to her and made them promise only to talk to their father when he asked them a direct question. They obeyed for the most part, but Sky could never just leave. No matter what Twist had done, she still remembered what he had been like, and she still loved him.
When Sky's brother Ice learned of what had happened, he became enraged and flew upon Twist with fury. But Ice was a small tom, and Twist killed him. Now Sky finally knew it was enough. She fought him, and, by tripping him up by his bad paw, pinned him to the ground. With a heavy heart, she dealt the killing blow.
Hollow with grief, she took her two kits and journeyed into the desert, for she had nothing but bad memories left for her in the forest. By then Sky's milk was drying up. Both kits died within days of each other. The last kit joined StarClan a mere day before Sky reached the oasis. The first time any cat from RainClan saw her, she was a shell, filled only with raw grief. Gradually she improved, as the companionship and kindness of the clan healed comforted her, but she never forgot her family and still holds an almost unbearable amount if grief within.
(( KIN )) deceased
(( DREAMS )) to forget her past and make a new life in RainClan, maybe have another litter.
(( FEARS )) madness, and that if she chooses another mate, he will turn out the same as Twist.
(( TALENTS )) Fighting (though she hates it), mediating, negotiating, nurturing.
(( RELATIONSHIP STATUS )) Single
(( CRUSH )) may develop
(( MATE )) Twist, sort of wants
(( OFFSPRING )) Black, Lily, Moss
(( PLOT IDEAS )) nope
(( ROLEPLAY SAMPLE ))
(This is a random piece of writing I did a while ago, when I was bored. It's long, so sorry in advance.)
With a lurch, Elisabeth's hand shot out and locked around his throat. Such fury, raving fury, burned in her eyes so that Demetri almost didn't recognise his former lover. Her fingers hooked into his flesh, nails driving shallow wound into his neck and drawing small pools of blood that stained the black polish.
He struggled to breathe, and dislodged her hand, just for a second, before her other hand reinforced her grip. Gasping for oxygen, he clawed feebly at her fingers, searching her face in vain for any sign of the girl who had pleaded with him to spare a guilty man's life. Now, he realised that if the man had been any old murderer, she would have done it herself. But he was a pawn in her master plan.
Elisabeth smiled, but it was cold, harsh, lunatic, almost. She traced his jaw line with one bloodstained fingernail. Leaning close to his ear, she sang sweetly, softly, one last time:
"One goes east, one goes west,
Both shall meet, in Love and Death..."
And in an instant, one hand in was off his throat and at her thigh. Demetri looked down in shock at the knife embedded in his gut; a pale, beautiful, bloodied hand gripped a leather-bound hilt, one that he recognised.
"Remember me to Felix, will you?"
With a final twist of the knife, she stepped away and was gone down the hall, fleeing as he slumped to the ground. He heard Elliot's muted scream as she entered the room and saw him there. He could feel the pain of the knife, yes, but it was a dull throb compared to the storm that roiled inside. Sadness, betrayal, unbelievable torment -
But still love, still love...
(( THEME SONG )) Stand In The Rain - Superchick
(( OTHER )) [color=lightgray]will get a picture when I get off mobile.[/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][color=black][size=8][font=arial][hr][hr][/fancypost][align=center][font=georgia][size=5pt][color=white]TEMPLATE © BOKEH
