peregrine [the] rogue

[PEREGRiNE‹‹]

[designation]

peregrine

[sex]

female

[status]

n/a

[in the world]

rogue

[good lookin']

Peregrine isn't your average rogue and at first glance, it's hard to make such an assumption. She holds herself regally and is quite clean, due to habitual washings during the day. Her body is hard-packed with muscle, though never fat; also armed with razor sharp claws, she makes for a formidable opponent in battle. She isn't very lithe, so she isn't the fastest feline around, but when she successfully delivers a blow to her adversary with her unusually large mitts, it's going to hurt. A lot.

Peregrine's pelt resembles that of a peregrine falcon, or so her mother told her. A large majority of her clean fur coat is white, but from there, different hues of brown take over. Hazel, chestnut, and a deep shade of chocolate begin along her flanks and continue to wrap themselves around her belly and up her shoulders; from there, they proceed to cover the upper portion of her face, giving her a mask-like appearance.

Her eyes are stunning, a beautiful amber, dark enough to contrast well with the white portions of her pelt. They often possess a deep, distrusting look to them. The golden rings around her eyes are unique but rarely noticed. Her head has a somewhat triangular shape to it, and other basic attributes include white whiskers, large ears, and a pink nose.

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[behave?]

Peregrine doesn't behave well, at least, not in the eyes of any well-trained Clan cat. She enjoys the thrill of combat and to try and satisfy her insatiable desire for that type of exhilaration, she often trespasses on Clan territories to provoke them into a fight (she hates them, anyway). Like stated before, although it somewhat contrasts with her bloodlust, she's a very clean feline, meticulously washing herself at dawn and dusk and after every battle. She naturally distrusts others, especially Clan cats, and stays away from them when she isn't in the mood for fighting; depending on her mood, she may show her stoical side.

She's also naturally inquisitive of the world around her, usually keeping close to the Clan territories, but also loving to explore unfamiliar places. She's nosy, sticking her neck into things that don't concern her, and can usually come up with acerbic retorts on a whim; depending on her mood, she may show you her sarcastic side.

[the past]

So help her, Peregrine has always hated the Clans. Her mother had been a warrior of ShadowClan and had left just before her conception. Why, has always been questionable but she was never told from her only parent; but in her mind, it must have been a horrible one, perhaps she was unjustly exiled, and it was thoughts like this that sparked her hatred. Her father's identity has remained unknown to her since birth, but the need or desire for kin companionship has never interested her. She was told, before her mother's violent death, that she did, however, have a half-brother in ShadowClan.

Peregrine loves her life of solitude and has never been interrupted by thoughts of loneliness. Her aloneness is satisfying, and she prefers to keep it this way, more often than not. As a kit, she grew up with only her mother, since she was the only one in the litter to have survived the harshness of leafbare (there had been two others). She often chased butterflies, pretended to hunt, or sneak up on her mother to pass the time, and it staved off boredom in the longest hours. It was also this that forced her to grow accustom to the single voice in her head.

At apprentice-age, her mother taught her things such as hunting, stalking, and fighting. Having been a former ShadowClan warrior, it was somewhat difficult for the mother to conceal her aggressive tendencies, and it's apparent that those tendencies rubbed off on Peregrine. She learned more and more over the course of the moons, but after a fox attack that killed her mother, it was clear that her fighting skills weren't what they ought to be. Peregrine escaped the clutches of the predator immediately after the fox claimed her mother's life. From there, the rogue she-cat dedicated herself into sharpening those skills, until she became what she is today.

[my sample]

Her satin garment, a shining silver under the pale moonlight, fabricated camouflage in this sparse area of her territory. Her mitts, broad and armed with hooked talons, made her capable of movement. Amber irises searched the haunt, performing their duty with practiced ease, just as her nose would lift into the windless night and try to scent for anything unwonted. She thanked StarClan each night for every gift they'd given her, no matter how basic the element. Her clanmates would have found this to be quite uncharacteristic to the leader they had come to know as both a superior and a friend; this was why she never let them know, and why they would never know. It was best, in her eyes, if they remained ignorant that their beloved leader prayed to the great forces in Silverpelt each night; then, she knew, they would think her to be stronger. The fact of the matter was that Shadowstar did indeed rely on StarClan a great deal, despite her murderous habits that violated the warrior code. She had once been apathetic to their presence in the heavens, but after she'd received her nine lives, nine special gifts from them, she'd taken their watchful gazes into account and thanked them each time the sun went down.

One of her Clan might think her to be crazy of they knew. Shadowstar knew that if she were still Shadowhate today, she would probably feel the same way of the leader of ShadowClan. She silently wondered if her predecessor had done the same as she did now, and if perhaps she were carrying on an unknown tradition among leaders. It was a curious thought. Stepping between two sister trees, the obsidian female stopped in her tracks and stared out into the clearing, feeling exceptionally wary in this quadrant of ShadowClan at this time of night. It was not unlike rogues and loners to come skulking about whenever they felt like it and they usually tried to steal some prey while they were at it. She considered it her duty to deter such behavior by regularly visiting this place at night; there was another reason as well: she simply liked the peace and quiet of this place. The Moonlit Clearing was the perfect place to come and sit and think to one's self and not get distracted by another feline. That is, unless it was nighttime.

Once more lifting her nose upward, Shadowstar inhaled deeply, an effort to detect any foreign felines in the neighboring vicinity. To her silent relief, she could smell nothing more than the normal forest scents of trees and shrubs, and sent another prayer of thanks to StarClan for the peace and quiet she would be bathing in tonight. With more confidence, the she-cat strolled into the center of the clearing and sat down to gaze up at the stars that reigned the heavens. They were true beauty, and she truly appreciated them.

[open sesame]

secrets

[other]

what a strange bio.. hope it's okay. might make her half-bro later.

[untilthis.echo]

*Accepted