Clockwork - Rouge

[snowkit151]

Name:
Clockwork

Gender:
She-cat

Rank:
n/a

Clan:
None ; Rouge

Description:
With eyes as cold as ice, this she-cat can
send a glare that sends shivers down another's spine. Clockwork's eyes are a light blue shade, but a bit darker than the others. She is a bit small for her age, but she still does have a lean body and is somewhat muscled. She isn't that strong, but she's strong enough to survive out where she lives. Her soft brown coat is a bit fluffly in a few parts, but her chest is area is the fluffiest.

She has a moist, redish-pink nose that can currently smell up to about ten meters away, but that is because of her age of thirteen moons. Surely the distance will extend once she grows older. Her hearing range will most likley advance as well. Her dark brown ears are rounded, but they can still hear a large distance away. These things become useful when hunting for small prey that are hiding in the tall grassy fields.

Her tail usually becomes restless when getting impatient with something, or just whenever she cannot find something to pass the time by. Some of her other features are that her sharp teeth are a pure white shade and that her paws are small and petite.

Picture:
n/a

Personality:
Clockwork is an extremely moody cat that cannot stay one emotion for more than a few moments. She could be happy one moment, then furious another. It is quite strange for other cats to witness her feelings change so quickly. But then again, there is another habbit of hers that others also think is strange. This brown Main Coon she-cat talks to herself on a constrant basis, even when she's in the company of another. She can be a very friendly cat no matter how weird she may be. She is an extremely dedicated cat that will follow through with anything and everything she says and also with things that she does. For example, whenever she tells someone that she will go bring back at least three pieces of fresh-kill for others, she'll bring back that ammount or more. Clockwork has a short temper that will explode right in front of you and she'll show no mercy when she's angry. Yelling is what she usual does whenever someone or something ticks her off. Cats usual run for the hills when she gets this way. This she-cat acts cold towards new aquaintances, but eventually she'll get used to them. If they don't show her even a piece of respect, she won't show them any, thus treating them how they treat her [ which is most of the time, badly ]. She doesn't exactly have that much patience for stubborn, selfish cats that think they rule the world.

Kindness isn't really something that Clockwork shows towards other cats, even when they're perfectly nice to her. She is somewhat of an anti-social cat that doesn't really speak to anyone. The only thing she actually cares for at the moment is the safety of her sister. She knows that she will be safe at the old nest, but she just likes to check in with her once in a while.

History:
Being born a kittypet, then thrown into Clan life without a choice, and now banished from it, this brown she-cat was living a hard life at the moment. Her mother, Inkpelt, being a Clan born cat had fallen in love with her loner of a father, Pastel. With her parents having a love that went against the Warrior Code, her Clan was bound to find out sooner or later, and Inkpelt had known that. She had managed to keep it a secret for so long, but that was ruined whenever she found out she was about to have the brown tom's kits. Tragedy had struck once the Medicine cat of Shadowclan had discovered her mother's secret. It was immediately reported to the leader and decisions were quickly made. Inkpelt was banished from the Clan due to of course, breaking the Warrior Code. Running off out of the terratories of the forest cats, there was only one place left where the queen was actually wanted; it was with her mate in the barn a distance off. With the unborn kits still in her belly, and no Medicine cat, the orange-pelted, she-cat had no idea how to handle the kitting that would come in a few moons time.

Panic rose in her eyes as she felt a small kick from beneath her when she was about to bite into a small piece of fresh-kill one day. The kits were about to be born and she wasn't even prepared for it. Inkpelt had suffered extreme pain that morning, but she had luckily survived the birth of her four, small kits. There was only one problem though; only two of them had managed to live after a moon because the others had been killed by a wandering badger. The she-cat hadn't realized that there was so much danger out there where other rouges, loners, and dangerous predators were lurking. What she had done next had almost killed her to tears. After she had discussed what she had wanted to do with the remaining kits, there were a few arguements between the mates. Pastel gave a sigh and agreed to go through with the plan, which was to give their children up to become kittypets.

To her, that was the safest place that Inkpelt could leave them. If she had brought them back to the place where she was banned, surely they wouldn't be treated the same like any other kit.

The journey towards the Two-legs nest was extremely quiet, except for the mewing kits. Before they had left, the tom and the queen had agreed that the names that they would remember them by were Noble and Abstract. Gradually, as they came closer and closer to the array of buildings, it became harder to go through with what they were about to do. None-the-less, the couple did what they came to do. Inkpelt gentle laid the layed the kits down gently on the edge of a wooden fence. They hurriedly left, but the queen gave one last saddened look back at them. A sigh escaped her jaws, then she hurried off after Pastel.

A few moons after, when Noble and Abstract were still young, but they had learned everything they needed to know about living the kittypet life. Of course the two weren't living in the same nest. They did live next to each other though and they had recieved new names as well. Noble's name became Fate, and her sister's was Petal. The two-legs were friendly to them, but it wasn't exactly the same without their parents. The kittypet food was bitter, and there was always someone making noise, whether it was actually in the house, or outside of it. It wasn't exactly what Fate had longed for, but she found no other way to live until one fateful afternoon when she went out into the yard.

It seemed just like any other day: bitter food, pettings from two-legs, loud metalic noises, and so on. When they let her out at the usual time, she could tell, even with her kittypet nose, that there were different cats near the fence. Her curiousity had overcome her, so she padded towards the fence, wondering what was happening. When she peered through the spaces inbetween the wooden posts, the brown cat's light blue eyes widened. There were cats with a strange scent covering their coats padding out of the forest. Who are they.. There about five cats total, three of them in the front, discussing something. Well, by the smell of it, they definately aren't like me.

Fate saw a silver-blue tabby's ears twitch and turn their gaze towards where she was. " Come out! " they hissed. Startled, she did what they said and leaped onto the fence to pier down at them. " Who are you? " she asked them curiously. She saw a black tom pad forward and he met his light green gaze with hers. " You wouldn't understand. You're just a smelly kittypet. " The brown Main coon sent a glare down at him, but said nothing. She knew what she was, she just hadn't exactly gotten used to the term. " Well, you shouldn't exactly be talking yourself due to the fact you smell differently from myself. " She knew that he would retort something back, but the cats beside him held him back. He did say one last thing to her though. " Just go back to your Two-legs so you can eat that disgusting food they serve you. The group padded back into the forest and were out of site in an instant. Fate gave a snort and turned her gaze towards the tall oak trees. Excitment and the urge for an adventure came into her neutral feelings. I can prove that stubborn, old cat wrong.

The next sunrise, she set off and went in the direction that she had saw the patrol leave. A few steps into the unfamiliar place, it had already surrounded her with new scents that surprisingly smelled great. Before she knew it, she was already half-way into the forest, but little did she know how close she was to the Shadowclan camp. Time past by and the closer did the Main Coon get to the most exciting thing of her cat life. One more step had made her speechless. A large ammount of cats were minding their own business and doing things that seemed to her like they knew what they were doing. Immediately, a few of them had spotted her and started spitting insults out. Seems I've caused a commotion. Soon after an arguement had broken out, a large, lean tabby stepped out in front of her. " Why are you here..kittypet? " The silver-blue feline looked at her for a few moments and waited for her to reply. Fate bravely looked the leader in the eye and said confidently, " I want to join your Clan. " Laughter had burst into the air all around her, but she kept a straight face and kept her gaze.

There was a long moment before they replied. " Well, it seems as if you still have all of your claws, and you don't have that other disgusting smell about you.. Only if you can actually prove to me that you're good enough to be in the Clan. You have to carry all your weight, catch your own prey, and do all the daily things by yourself. That is the only way I will actually allow it but, if you fail to do these things, you of course will be kicked out. " He gave her another look and sighed. " It seems as you're still just a young apprentice.. I will assign a mentor for you, but don't expect any mercy just because you aren't used to our ways. "

Yowls of arguements were shouted into the air, but the lean tom silenced them with a swish of his tail. He padded quickly back to his den, with another unfamiliar cat right behind him. The kittypet looked around nervously and was absolutely lost on what to do next. Eventually, the cat that had followed came out and looked at her coldly. " You'll be my apprentice. If you show any lack of disipline, I will catch it and you will be thrown out of here. "

Fate's name soon became Wishingpaw, but that turned into Wishingpelt about six moons after. She was thirteen moons when she finally had her ceremony to become a young, new warrior, but that hadn't lasted long. Everyone in Shadowclan still rejected her and still despised her for what she was. Soon after, there was no choice for the leader; he had to banish her. Sadness and anger rushed into her emotions, and she stormed out of Camp with tears streaming down her soft, brown face. Becoming a rouge just like her mother Inkpelt. During her training, she had learned of a place called ' the Barn ' by her fellow Clan mates. That was probably a place she could actually go to where she wouldn't be shunned, but the only good point she could see was that she might find her mother and father waiting for her. Those hopes had soon died whenever she arrived. The bodies of two cats lay before her on a small dirt path near the abandoned place. With her parents gone, and her sister a long distance off, there was nothing left for her in the world. Wishingpelt soon turned her name into Clockwork, to get rid of her old Clan name. Depression came later in the brown she-cat's life and she had been like that until this day.

IC:
Crisp, fall leaves rustled under the soft, blowing breeze as a young, brown she-cat padded slowly along a rotting, wooden fence posts. Everything had gone by so fast; it hurt to even think about what she had just been through a few days ago. As the Main Coon cat rounded a corner, sadness filled her eyes as she lay her gaze on what was before her. Clockwork looked around to see that everything was rotting, even a slightly damp cardboard box. Painful memories made their way into her mind and she winced as she looked around at her surroundings. The dreadful scent of damp, old wood and expired leftover food from the Two-legs filled her nostrils when she tried to see if there was actually something edible. There was also a stale smell of scrawny mice, but she knew that they must have died moons before. Being a rouge and having to fend for yourself with no shelter was harder than it seemed. The search for food had gone on for about a moon now and still nothing was found.

A sigh escaped the young cat's jaws and she took another few steps forward. Something out of the corner of her eye, caught her attention. In a dark corner a few meters away, dark green eyes were staring at her. The cat was covered in the shadows, but she could barely make out their scent. It smelled like another rouge or a loner, but Clockwork wasn't exactly sure. Her curiosity got the best of her, so she cautiously padded towards them.

A hiss was heard coming from the rouge or loner's direction, so the brown she-cat stopped where she was and raised her guard.

" Who are you and what business do you have here? "

The question came to her as slightly disturbing. It wasn't exactly wrong for her to be there, but the scent of Clan life was probably still lingering in her pelt. " There's no point in telling a filthy cat like yourself. " she said in her usual cold tone. Her reply, in her opinion, was true. There wasn't any use in even telling this unknown feline what she was doing there, but to be honest, she didn't even know why she was there. " You shouldn't really be talking. " A large, dark-pelted tom came out of the shadows cast by the rotting wood, but his green eyes pierced hers once there was nothing dulling his gaze.

Tension filled the air and nothing was spoken for a few moments. For some reason, this cat seemed somewhat familiar to her, but she couldn't exactly sure if she had met him before. Who is he.. she wondered to herself.

Another silence had come and neither one of them had even moved a muscle. As she looked at the tom more closely, the more it seemed she had seen him somewhere before. Well, it probably won't hurt if I do this.. But if something happens to me in the near future because of it, I hate myself. " The name's Clockwork. " the brown Main Coon said coolly. Some of the coldness was gone, but she was still on the top of her guard around him. A small smirk cam across the black tom's handsome features. Clockwork eh? That's such a strange name.. None-the-less, he gave a small nod and padded a bit closer to her to get a better look. " Link. " The two stared at each other for a short moment, not really knowing what else should be said. Soon after, the young cat's new acquaintance stretched a few of his muscles and turned away from her. " There's no use in staying here with someone like you, Clan cat. " he meowed over his shoulder. When he finished giving himself a few licks, there was one last thing he had to say to her. " I guess I'll see you around.. Noble. "

Clockwork's eyes widened and got back up to her paws. How did he know her original name?! Nobody else but herself and her kin knew that. She was about to race off after him, but the next time she looked in the direction he left, the tom was nowhere to be seen. Little did she know that he knew her better than she thought possible.

Password:
Secrets

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Other:
-History Key:
Orange Text : What Clan Cats Are Saying
Gold Text : What Fate Is Thinking
Purple Text : What Fate is Saying

-IC Key:
Teal Text : What Link Is Saying
Periwinkle Blue Text : What Link Is Thinking
Purple Text : What Clockwork's Saying
Gold Text : What Clockwork's Thinking

[dream.]

:3 i like this bio .
*a c c e p t e d