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Character Name: "I go by Rosque"
Character Age: "Twenty moons"
Gender: "I am a she-cat"
Alliance: "I've never been in any Clan. For the majority of my life, I have been a rogue."
Rank: "Ranks? I'm a rogue, silly! I have no rank. If I am to be accepted, I do not wish to be anything grand. Just a typical cat doing typical duties. Hunting, usually."
Appearance: "My fur is long, gray with black tips, giving me the look that my body is flecked with night. Tabby lines wrap around my body like shadowy tendrils, thin and wispy, spiraling down my legs and around my tail. I see the world through steel-blue eyes, bottomless pits of many emotions. I am not much of a mystery. My feelings are easy to be seen. I have a slender frame, slim and light, long legs and neck. Good for running, but not good for combat. I find my ways, though. Black lines pour down from the outside corners of both my eyes, making me look like that I've cried darkness. I have a scar on my scruff, about two mouselengths long, and three more on the base of my tail."
Personality: "I'm a very open cat. I do not like judging people for what I see, but sometimes it cannot be helped. I am an open book. When I'm happy, it's very obvious. I jump around, I have a spring in my step, I'm smiling. I greet others cheerfully, and I have been told that I have a tendency to rub it off on others. When I'm sad, though... I sulk with my tail dragging on the ground. It's like I have a great big cloud over my head. My ears are drawn back, my whiskers droop down, and I'm more snappy. It may or may not affect cats around me as well. I can be very sensitive. Words hurt me as much as claws, and if I hear you back-talking me, I won't confront you about it. I hate confrontations as well. I'll just let it slide, greet you like it hadn't happened, but suffer in silence. I might hold it against you, if it was that painful, but I can still forgive you, so long as you provide a good enough reason. Also, truth be told, I'm bipolar. Just saying."
---Likes: "I love hunting. I love the feel of the wind in my fur. I love light drizzles."
--- Dislikes: "I hate harsh storms. I hate being talked about without my knowledge. I hate my sudden moodswings."
---Strengths: "I'm good at hunting, and traveling on uneven ground. Oh! And I'll gladly tell you all the words you want to hear! If you need a mood lifter, just tell me what to do!"
---Weaknesses: "I easily lose my strength when I find out I've been talked about. Badmouthing me will affect me fairly great. I also trip over my own paws very easily. It's strange. I can travel on uneven ground fairly easily, but even ground proves quite a challenge."
History: "I'm the daughter of Kraken, a broad-shouldered tom with smoky fur, and Kelima, a sand-colored she-cat with pale green eyes, two rogues who live by the forest border. I have two brothers, Missouri and Ferdana, and a brother, Gireza. We were in no particular group. Just the six of us. We hunted when we felt hungry, we slept when we felt like it, we ran or fought, depends on our opponent. Life was a blast! We loved the rogue life. My father, though, decided that we join a forest Clan. I don't remember which, to be honesty. Anywho. Life in a clan was horrible! There's just something about living with others that ticked me off. I couldn't hunt on my own. I couldn't just pick fights with anyone. It was everything I despised! Guess what we did? Missouri, Gireza and I left the Clan, but realized, bitterly, that we'd grown so used to living in a group that Missouri died on her first night. Gireza and I still tried despite her death, but it just didn't work. Gireza went back to the Clan, to Ferdana, Kraken, and Kelima, and I trekked on. No way was I going back! I wanted to be in a better group that defies the Clan life. I just hate them with my very essence."
Roleplay Sample:
Kindleclaw made his way to the lake, his paws digging deep into the sand as he crosses the beach to the water's edge. He tentatively dipped a claw in the water, watching the still surface ripple to life, sending the reflection of the stars flying in every direction.
He closed his eyes. They were so close, so close to finding out about his truth! Thankfully he got away. He was a good liar, of that he was sure. He managed to slip by unharmed. Thank StarClan he did! What would happen if they found out about his secret? It would be the death of him, for sure!
"I am a monster." He looked at his unsheathed claws and grimaced. "I could've killed him... I felt the urge. I was so close to killing him. They told me they saw it in my eyes. I lied and told them it was just a memory..."
He smiled a sad smile.
"How foolish of them. They should've banished me for just that look, but they believed my lie." He hissed in frustration. "I am a monster, and I can't be stopped. What's there to stop me? I have no reason to stop being the cold-blooded killer that I am..."
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Rosque smelled the air, her fur bristling at the unfamiliar scent. It had been so long since she was last in a group that the mixed scents intimidated her, but did she have a choice? She was starved and thin, her bones starting to poke out of her skin. Thankfully her long fur helped in hiding it. She wouldn't get in if she looked weak, now, would she?
Stupid clans. It's their fault I'm so dependent. It's their fault I don't know how to live on my own anymore. I mean. I've survived the journey for the most part, but... She looked around and grimaced, prodding her ribs with a paw. It's tough.
Rosque continued walking, crossing the line where the scent began.
It's all their fault. But I'll get back to my feet again, and when I do... I'll make sure they'll pay.
She stopped in her tracks, sitting down and curling her long tail around her. She began to wait for a patrol of some sort to come find her. There's bound to be one nearby, right?
"Hey! Is anyone here?!" She yelled out, her ears twitching with impatience.
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