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Post by [.F.]light on Jan 2, 2007 1:34:16 GMT -5
Name: Cat Fight
Gender: She-cat
Rank: None
Clan: Loner
Description:
-Fur-
Cat has pure, white fur. From afar it looks as if she has no pigment in her fur. But if you look closer, her tail has many cream hairs. Her fur is fairly long, which easily gets dirty too. Her disadvantage is that prey can easily see her when the grass is green but she tends to hide herself well, or atleast tries. Her advantage is she blends greatly into snow easily tricking prey. Cat has many battle scars all over, her ears are nicked in several places too.
-Body-
Cat does not have a frail, weak body. She has a strong, well-muscled body. She is long-legged allowing long runs and fast speeds. Her tail is long, and like a feather-duster. It picks up dirt, mud, and fleas. It is bent akwardly and twists in a way.
-Eyes-
Cat is odd-eyed. One of the brightest blue, her right eye. And the other her left, the calmest amber. They hold a kind emotion in them. She is blind in her blue eye, and deaf in her right ear.
Picture:
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Personality:
Calm. Serious and Wise. Sweet. Kind and Caring. Determined.
These words best describe Cat. She is calm, even in the situations that would make her panic. She keeps her cool, and takes things most of the time seriously. Even though of her serious attitude Cat loves to joke around. She is very wise from living in the wild and from learning alot from her parents.
Cat holds a sweet tongue never lashing out at anyone unless they anger her so much which is rare. She is very kind, and cares for mostly everyone she knows. Especially kits, she loves them dearly wishing she had some of her own. The she-cat is very determined, why you ask? She is determined to train her smelling senses, eyesight, and hearing. Since of her partial blind and deafness.
History:
Cat was born to two loners. Her mother was Lily, a pure white long-hair and her father was Yarrow a ginger tom. Cat was born as an only kit and born partially blind and deaf. Her parents expected much from her. At five months they started teaching her on how to survive. Lily taught her the basics on hunting. Yarrow taught her the basics of fighting. They also told her on good places to sleep, ones that are dry and do not collect water that much.
They knew of her partial blind and deafness, so they took the training a bit easier on her. Lily and Yarrow decided to test her many moons later when she was nearly grown. They took her to a small village of twolegs. Gangs of cats ruled there. A gang confronted them and attacked even without reason. It was harsh life there so they protected their territory without question.
Her parents made her fight. Thats where her scars came from. Her parents just watched as she was getting beaten. Finally the would step in calling the gang of cats. They had set it up. The two stared down at her, glaring. Cat looked up at them. "Cat Fight...leave." Cat Fight. All her life she was called, daughter or little one. Cat Fight saw the hate and anger in their eyes. She ran towards a fence, seeing it was broken she slipped through the broken part. Her tail got stuck. Yowling in pain as the broken fence was slicing into her tail she twisted around and finally got free.
Staring at the two angry cats that wanted to kill her for being 'weak' she ran off into the forest. No longer could she be like them. Expecting so much of herself. Cat grew kinder, wiser, and more caring. She wouldn't expect great things of others. She lives alone in the forest. No one to accompy her.
IC:
She glared. Blood pouring from her wounds. White had turned crimson. Her odd-eyes stared up at her parents. Why? Why had they done this? Her's eyes went wide seeing their angry stares. "Cat Fight, your name weakling shall be Cat Fight," her mother hissed. Cat Fight...that was her name. But she was weak? She coughed and spat out the blood in her mouth. Turning she darted off. Her blood stained pelt bristled and tail was straight up.
Seeing a broken fence she slipped through. But something was wrong. Very wrong. Her tail was stuck, the wire was piercing her tail. Twisting around she tried getting free. Her ears pricked hearing the pattering of paws. Finally her tail was free. Looking at it she saw it was bent and twisted out of shape. Cat winced at the pain of her wounds. She staggered away, but before she darted into the forest she looked back.
They glared at her, yowling names such as weakling and other such. Cat ignored them and staggered into the forest. Finding a dry area she laid down at started licking her wounds. Resting for awhile she waited till it was a bit darker out. Wobbling up to her paws she staggered away to find a better resting place for the night.
Password: Secrets
Gender: She-cat
Rank: None
Clan: Loner
Description:
-Fur-
Cat has pure, white fur. From afar it looks as if she has no pigment in her fur. But if you look closer, her tail has many cream hairs. Her fur is fairly long, which easily gets dirty too. Her disadvantage is that prey can easily see her when the grass is green but she tends to hide herself well, or atleast tries. Her advantage is she blends greatly into snow easily tricking prey. Cat has many battle scars all over, her ears are nicked in several places too.
-Body-
Cat does not have a frail, weak body. She has a strong, well-muscled body. She is long-legged allowing long runs and fast speeds. Her tail is long, and like a feather-duster. It picks up dirt, mud, and fleas. It is bent akwardly and twists in a way.
-Eyes-
Cat is odd-eyed. One of the brightest blue, her right eye. And the other her left, the calmest amber. They hold a kind emotion in them. She is blind in her blue eye, and deaf in her right ear.
Picture:
Click for Picture
Personality:
Calm. Serious and Wise. Sweet. Kind and Caring. Determined.
These words best describe Cat. She is calm, even in the situations that would make her panic. She keeps her cool, and takes things most of the time seriously. Even though of her serious attitude Cat loves to joke around. She is very wise from living in the wild and from learning alot from her parents.
Cat holds a sweet tongue never lashing out at anyone unless they anger her so much which is rare. She is very kind, and cares for mostly everyone she knows. Especially kits, she loves them dearly wishing she had some of her own. The she-cat is very determined, why you ask? She is determined to train her smelling senses, eyesight, and hearing. Since of her partial blind and deafness.
History:
Cat was born to two loners. Her mother was Lily, a pure white long-hair and her father was Yarrow a ginger tom. Cat was born as an only kit and born partially blind and deaf. Her parents expected much from her. At five months they started teaching her on how to survive. Lily taught her the basics on hunting. Yarrow taught her the basics of fighting. They also told her on good places to sleep, ones that are dry and do not collect water that much.
They knew of her partial blind and deafness, so they took the training a bit easier on her. Lily and Yarrow decided to test her many moons later when she was nearly grown. They took her to a small village of twolegs. Gangs of cats ruled there. A gang confronted them and attacked even without reason. It was harsh life there so they protected their territory without question.
Her parents made her fight. Thats where her scars came from. Her parents just watched as she was getting beaten. Finally the would step in calling the gang of cats. They had set it up. The two stared down at her, glaring. Cat looked up at them. "Cat Fight...leave." Cat Fight. All her life she was called, daughter or little one. Cat Fight saw the hate and anger in their eyes. She ran towards a fence, seeing it was broken she slipped through the broken part. Her tail got stuck. Yowling in pain as the broken fence was slicing into her tail she twisted around and finally got free.
Staring at the two angry cats that wanted to kill her for being 'weak' she ran off into the forest. No longer could she be like them. Expecting so much of herself. Cat grew kinder, wiser, and more caring. She wouldn't expect great things of others. She lives alone in the forest. No one to accompy her.
IC:
She glared. Blood pouring from her wounds. White had turned crimson. Her odd-eyes stared up at her parents. Why? Why had they done this? Her's eyes went wide seeing their angry stares. "Cat Fight, your name weakling shall be Cat Fight," her mother hissed. Cat Fight...that was her name. But she was weak? She coughed and spat out the blood in her mouth. Turning she darted off. Her blood stained pelt bristled and tail was straight up.
Seeing a broken fence she slipped through. But something was wrong. Very wrong. Her tail was stuck, the wire was piercing her tail. Twisting around she tried getting free. Her ears pricked hearing the pattering of paws. Finally her tail was free. Looking at it she saw it was bent and twisted out of shape. Cat winced at the pain of her wounds. She staggered away, but before she darted into the forest she looked back.
They glared at her, yowling names such as weakling and other such. Cat ignored them and staggered into the forest. Finding a dry area she laid down at started licking her wounds. Resting for awhile she waited till it was a bit darker out. Wobbling up to her paws she staggered away to find a better resting place for the night.
Password: Secrets
