Post by Shadowed Reluctance on Oct 5, 2012 12:19:25 GMT -5
Name:
Shadow
Age:
18 moons
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Shadow, as her name states, is a jet black she-cat. Her pelt is short, but thick, and is completely void of any color or shine, except a silvery sheen near her nose. Her nose is a dark black like her body, and blends in, as well. Her whiskers are long and white, and touch around her neck. Shadow's tail is long and thicker-furred, dragging along the ground slightly. Her Eyes are probably the strangest part about her. They are a chrome-silver in color, and they glow in any lightling, which she slightly dislikes. Her ears are long and rather pointed, with two notches in the right, and a tear in the left. She is rather lean, but slender at the same time. Her claws are long and silver, like her eyes, and are almost always fully unsheathed. Around her neck, there is a silver collar, studded with dog teeth, and cat teeth as well. It doesn't go all the way around, only partially, but it is still a symbol of her strength.
Personality:
Shadow is a very snarky and malevolent. She likes playing mind games, likes tricking her foes into safety before killing them, just as she was when she was a kit. She's extremely sly, and also cruel. She could kill a cat with the flick of her claw and feel no remorse. She's got a mind like no other, slightly twisted from her own past, and she uses it for every advantage she can get.
She isn't like this with her clan, however. She obeys Night's word does just as she's told, and is loyal to the cats. She's still snarky, yes, but can be kind in some situations. She isn't an evil little she-devil all the time, only when she's 'on the hunt'. She'd die for her clan, and do anything they'd ask of her.
History:
Shadow's always lived on the streets. Her mother was a loner, and her father was a rogue. Her father was a cruel, malicious cat, just like she is now, and even went as far as to abuse her. Shadow didn't know her mother too well, as she only made it until Shadow was four moons old, and she could take care of herself. Her father chased her off, telling her that she could either find a way to fent for herself, or starve. She never did have much care for her family in the first place.
At the age of 10 moons, she'd met a member of Bloodclan, and had imediately joined, as she had nothing else to turn to. She's been there for 8 moons, and doesn't plan on going back any time soon. They taught her how to fight like they did, and advance her hunting skills even further.
RP Example:
Shadow swayed her tail, lazily picking her way down the dark alley, only her strange eyes visible from the night. She stepped into the intersection that was bathed in the moon's light, and noticed a cat in the corner of her vision. She closed her eyes for a second, and opened them, pupils merely slits in a circle of chrome. "H-hello," she stuttered at the snarling cat. Her silver collar was flipped around, and she looked like a harmless kittypet, her tail between her legs. The tom smirked at her, "My, what's a cat like you doin' out here all alone?" She looked down, hiding her own smirk. She looked nevous to the tom, he padded over to her. He placed a claw under her chin, and her eyes widened commically. "P-please, I wont' harm you," 'yet', she thought. The tom snorted, and turned to the side, looking in the opposite direction. "Harm me? I doubt i-" strong claws raked down his side continuously, and Shadow was out of reach. A tear ripped from his pelt, and he screeched. The tom swung his claws at her face, but he caught her ear instead, and pulled, ripping into the thin skin. She hissed in anger, her collar turning around in her haste, and slashed at him again. He caught sight of her collar, and his eyes widened just before he died, eyes frozen wide open. She snorted, "Yeah, doubt me and see what happens," she hissed to the body which was loosing warmth, before turning and stalking off down a different alley.
Shadow
Age:
18 moons
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
Shadow, as her name states, is a jet black she-cat. Her pelt is short, but thick, and is completely void of any color or shine, except a silvery sheen near her nose. Her nose is a dark black like her body, and blends in, as well. Her whiskers are long and white, and touch around her neck. Shadow's tail is long and thicker-furred, dragging along the ground slightly. Her Eyes are probably the strangest part about her. They are a chrome-silver in color, and they glow in any lightling, which she slightly dislikes. Her ears are long and rather pointed, with two notches in the right, and a tear in the left. She is rather lean, but slender at the same time. Her claws are long and silver, like her eyes, and are almost always fully unsheathed. Around her neck, there is a silver collar, studded with dog teeth, and cat teeth as well. It doesn't go all the way around, only partially, but it is still a symbol of her strength.
Personality:
Shadow is a very snarky and malevolent. She likes playing mind games, likes tricking her foes into safety before killing them, just as she was when she was a kit. She's extremely sly, and also cruel. She could kill a cat with the flick of her claw and feel no remorse. She's got a mind like no other, slightly twisted from her own past, and she uses it for every advantage she can get.
She isn't like this with her clan, however. She obeys Night's word does just as she's told, and is loyal to the cats. She's still snarky, yes, but can be kind in some situations. She isn't an evil little she-devil all the time, only when she's 'on the hunt'. She'd die for her clan, and do anything they'd ask of her.
History:
Shadow's always lived on the streets. Her mother was a loner, and her father was a rogue. Her father was a cruel, malicious cat, just like she is now, and even went as far as to abuse her. Shadow didn't know her mother too well, as she only made it until Shadow was four moons old, and she could take care of herself. Her father chased her off, telling her that she could either find a way to fent for herself, or starve. She never did have much care for her family in the first place.
At the age of 10 moons, she'd met a member of Bloodclan, and had imediately joined, as she had nothing else to turn to. She's been there for 8 moons, and doesn't plan on going back any time soon. They taught her how to fight like they did, and advance her hunting skills even further.
RP Example:
Shadow swayed her tail, lazily picking her way down the dark alley, only her strange eyes visible from the night. She stepped into the intersection that was bathed in the moon's light, and noticed a cat in the corner of her vision. She closed her eyes for a second, and opened them, pupils merely slits in a circle of chrome. "H-hello," she stuttered at the snarling cat. Her silver collar was flipped around, and she looked like a harmless kittypet, her tail between her legs. The tom smirked at her, "My, what's a cat like you doin' out here all alone?" She looked down, hiding her own smirk. She looked nevous to the tom, he padded over to her. He placed a claw under her chin, and her eyes widened commically. "P-please, I wont' harm you," 'yet', she thought. The tom snorted, and turned to the side, looking in the opposite direction. "Harm me? I doubt i-" strong claws raked down his side continuously, and Shadow was out of reach. A tear ripped from his pelt, and he screeched. The tom swung his claws at her face, but he caught her ear instead, and pulled, ripping into the thin skin. She hissed in anger, her collar turning around in her haste, and slashed at him again. He caught sight of her collar, and his eyes widened just before he died, eyes frozen wide open. She snorted, "Yeah, doubt me and see what happens," she hissed to the body which was loosing warmth, before turning and stalking off down a different alley.
