Post by Sakura on Jul 26, 2007 3:21:33 GMT -5
Name:
Shiva
Age:
18 Moons
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
None. >3
Position:
Rogue / Loner
Appearance:
She could, honestly, stun a male if it wasn't for her cold personality. Delicate, graceful looks can be deciving. She is pretty normal-sized for a she-cat, her coat pure glossy black. Her eyes... Her eyes are the most captivating. Layers of the purest blues. Her noise is ebony, and Shiva's fur isn't long, yet not short. Her tail is probeblly fluffier than most, but it works. The oddest thing about this she-cat is the fact that- well, she has nailpolish. A bright, dark blue is on all of her unusally long claws. Watch it- she likes to show them off.
Personality:
If anything, this cat's got class. She is beautiful, yes. Vain, not exactly. Unless you mess up her nail-polish. Calm, cool, collected and... afraid of blood. Why is she afraid of blood? Because when she sees it, she wants more. She's terrified of the stuff, and yet, she wants to just...
Lovely.
Anyways... Sassy, sarcastic, she can come to grow on you, rouge or loner or whatnot. Rarely caring, though, for Clan cats add least.
History:
Shiva, believe it or not, came not from a Clan- but from a kittypet existance. She grew up in a small house owned by a lone 20-year-old collage student in the forest. She wasn't the only cat in the house, there was another she-cat, two moons younger than her, named Muse. Shiva consistered Muse her little sister- that was their bond. They thought the same, acted the same, and you couldn't see one without the other- inseperateable. That bond was proved when Muse fell in love with a handsome leader of a small all-male rouge band that lived nearby. Shiva remembers watching Muse sit on the porch every night, hopping to catch a glimps of the tom called Weaselclaw.
One night, Shiva had settled down to sleep, when Muse came rushing over to her. Muse explained that she was talking to Weaselclaw, and had somehow impressed him enough that he offered her and Shiva a chance of a lifetime- to be free and travel with the rouge band to awesome places. Shiva was a little uneasy at first, but came outside and agreed, and both she and Muse threw their collars away and went with the band of nine, which were now elven.
With the band they learned how to fight and hunt. They lived a great life- traveling the world- and they fit in with the band of all-male-cats just fine. They had always been tomboys anyways. That was when Shiva started getting close to a young tom named Sparrow, that was traveling with them. A show-off and annoying at first, she started to actrully fall for the guy as life progressed. It was the night she was going to confess her feelings for him when the group was attacked by Clancats. They were confused, there were so many Clancats.
They battled and then scattered, and all Shiva could remeber was watching her 'sister' running beside Weaselclaw and Sparrow calling out her name, then, she blacked out. When she woke up, everthing was clear. No one was left in the clearing. Only a few dead bodies- whom thankfully weren't anyone she knew. But she was all alone, and the scent of the rouge band had been covered by the stench of Clancat blood.
And so, Shiva waited, wandering these lands, hoping that Muse and the others would find her one day.
IC:
[Taken from another one of my roleplay sites. Too muselss and lazy to come up with a new one. xP The cat is Scorpionpaw. MINE.]
A small, red-coated creature slipped out of the apprentice's den, scampering over to the fresh-kill pile. Green eyes watching nervously, he stared down at the food. He turned, leaving with nothing, and hurried over to a corner of camp. Scorpionpaw let out a little sigh as the tiny tom curled up in a corner close to the nursery. He stared out of camp, calming himself down. He had just been picked on again by his fellow apprentices, and it left him with a nasty cut on the foreleg. He looked down and licked his wound. No more than a drop of blood seeped from it, nothing big. He doubted he could imform the Medicine Cat about it. To him, it was just something that happened on a normal day such as this.
Codeword:
Autumn
Other:
I have a whole mini-plot surrounding her, if you'd let me...
Shiva
Age:
18 Moons
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
None. >3
Position:
Rogue / Loner
Appearance:
She could, honestly, stun a male if it wasn't for her cold personality. Delicate, graceful looks can be deciving. She is pretty normal-sized for a she-cat, her coat pure glossy black. Her eyes... Her eyes are the most captivating. Layers of the purest blues. Her noise is ebony, and Shiva's fur isn't long, yet not short. Her tail is probeblly fluffier than most, but it works. The oddest thing about this she-cat is the fact that- well, she has nailpolish. A bright, dark blue is on all of her unusally long claws. Watch it- she likes to show them off.
Personality:
If anything, this cat's got class. She is beautiful, yes. Vain, not exactly. Unless you mess up her nail-polish. Calm, cool, collected and... afraid of blood. Why is she afraid of blood? Because when she sees it, she wants more. She's terrified of the stuff, and yet, she wants to just...
Lovely.
Anyways... Sassy, sarcastic, she can come to grow on you, rouge or loner or whatnot. Rarely caring, though, for Clan cats add least.
History:
Shiva, believe it or not, came not from a Clan- but from a kittypet existance. She grew up in a small house owned by a lone 20-year-old collage student in the forest. She wasn't the only cat in the house, there was another she-cat, two moons younger than her, named Muse. Shiva consistered Muse her little sister- that was their bond. They thought the same, acted the same, and you couldn't see one without the other- inseperateable. That bond was proved when Muse fell in love with a handsome leader of a small all-male rouge band that lived nearby. Shiva remembers watching Muse sit on the porch every night, hopping to catch a glimps of the tom called Weaselclaw.
One night, Shiva had settled down to sleep, when Muse came rushing over to her. Muse explained that she was talking to Weaselclaw, and had somehow impressed him enough that he offered her and Shiva a chance of a lifetime- to be free and travel with the rouge band to awesome places. Shiva was a little uneasy at first, but came outside and agreed, and both she and Muse threw their collars away and went with the band of nine, which were now elven.
With the band they learned how to fight and hunt. They lived a great life- traveling the world- and they fit in with the band of all-male-cats just fine. They had always been tomboys anyways. That was when Shiva started getting close to a young tom named Sparrow, that was traveling with them. A show-off and annoying at first, she started to actrully fall for the guy as life progressed. It was the night she was going to confess her feelings for him when the group was attacked by Clancats. They were confused, there were so many Clancats.
They battled and then scattered, and all Shiva could remeber was watching her 'sister' running beside Weaselclaw and Sparrow calling out her name, then, she blacked out. When she woke up, everthing was clear. No one was left in the clearing. Only a few dead bodies- whom thankfully weren't anyone she knew. But she was all alone, and the scent of the rouge band had been covered by the stench of Clancat blood.
And so, Shiva waited, wandering these lands, hoping that Muse and the others would find her one day.
IC:
[Taken from another one of my roleplay sites. Too muselss and lazy to come up with a new one. xP The cat is Scorpionpaw. MINE.]
A small, red-coated creature slipped out of the apprentice's den, scampering over to the fresh-kill pile. Green eyes watching nervously, he stared down at the food. He turned, leaving with nothing, and hurried over to a corner of camp. Scorpionpaw let out a little sigh as the tiny tom curled up in a corner close to the nursery. He stared out of camp, calming himself down. He had just been picked on again by his fellow apprentices, and it left him with a nasty cut on the foreleg. He looked down and licked his wound. No more than a drop of blood seeped from it, nothing big. He doubted he could imform the Medicine Cat about it. To him, it was just something that happened on a normal day such as this.
Codeword:
Autumn
Other:
I have a whole mini-plot surrounding her, if you'd let me...
