Post by .:Fallensnow:. on Oct 27, 2011 15:39:56 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px] Fallensnow gender: she-cat age: 12 moons clan: ThunderClan rank: warrior [style=text-align:center;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:5]APPEARANCE The funny thing about Fallensnow, is that her entire appearance looks like it should have nothing to do with falling, or snow. Her pelt is a mixture of dark silvers, and bronzes. The top part of it shows the normal blue silver color of her breed, Egyptian Mau. However, as it crawls toward her stomach, it turns to the bronze color, again which is seen in her breed; but the mix of the two is something almost exotic in appearance. Her eyes are vivid green orbs, the kind that remind you of Newleaf foliage. Her ears, like most oriental breeds, are one shaped and large. Her face is angled and she is without excess fluff. Her fur is quite sleek actually, and her body is too. She has long limbs that allow her to move fast, and her powerful hindquarters allow her to be efficient at hunting squirrels and birds. PERSONALITY I have been called flirtatious, and I have been known to show coyness. I know how to get what I want generally, and I can make things happen if I try hard enough. It’s not always the easiest feat to accomplish of course, but I am dedicated at the things I put my mind to. I am not a busy body, but I love to hear gossip. I just do not tend to seek it out. Unlike some cats who will say one thing and then flake on you, I will always hold my promises. However, they may not always appear as you think. I can be your best dream, or your worst nightmare. It just depends on how you react to me really Some wonder if I am as dark as the stories say; if I really did kill my mate. Well, that is history, in the past. Why stray from the forward moving path to dwell on something already gone? Well, to be honest, I believe in little more than the forest beneath my paws and the words that I hear. I will defend myself, and the few that really matter to me, but my "loyalty" to ThunderClan or BloodClan died long ago when I found out I was to be given away. My home is not with them. My home is gone, somewhere dark and lonely no doubt. Where else could the parents of such a splendid creature live now that they are dead? HISTORY My past is not a happy one, and I really would rather just forget it to be honest. However, if it must be told, let it be told here. I was born to ThunderClan parents, their names are not important so do not think they will be given easily. They were...good parents, I suppose. My father always hunted for his Queen, and she took good care of me while I nursed. I had no siblings; it was a harsh season and my mother only gave birth to one live kit. I grew older, and soon I had to leave the nursery for the apprentice den. I did not know it at the time, but I was to be betrothed. Something about me seemed to catch the eye of the BloodClan cats, though I did not realize what that was until later either. It was wit, flirtation, the ability to get what I wanted without whining for it. There were better ways of attaining satisfaction after all than just stamping my paw into the dirt. My mentor was hard on me, always pushing me to my best. “His little Dustpaw.” That was my name when I was younger, Dustpaw. Funny how names do not even have to stay the same anymore. Then, it finally came time for me to receive my warrior name; I went to the leader first. I had heard the rumors that I was to be sent to BloodClan for my marriage. The leader said that this was correct. That night I set out. The tom was easy enough to lure outside his camp, and I was good at hunting so I concealed myself on my way there. My male friends, the other apprentices in ThunderClan, had taught me a few things about defending myself, the other part of it I filled in myself at random times. The tom had no idea, and the surprise was enough to get in a good bite to his neck. I went home after that, and luck shined down on me. A dog had happened by the tom's carcass, and so it was thought that he had been killed on a moonlit stroll. The leader of my clan knew though. I could tell by the way he looked at me. He never did say that I was the one who actually did the deed. Who would believe him? That week I received my warrior name, and the leader gave me Fallensnow. Everyone thought it was because of the snow that was falling at the time; a remembrance of the day I became a full-fledged member of my clan! I knew the real reason though. I was interesting to many, but I was deadly if they stayed too long. I was just like snow, and I had fallen because I had killed my mate-to-be. To bad, I actually take pride in the thing that was supposed to give me grief. Oh well. [/style] |
