Post by ..::Mist::.. on Jan 1, 2008 0:29:53 GMT -5
You ask for my name, it is:
Slinking {Panther}
I am and forever shall be a:
She-cat
I have walked the earth for:
22 moons
I am loyal to only:
Aurora’s Faithful
I have been granted the rank of:
warrior
Me at a glance:
Slender black she-cat with dark eyes.
Look and see my outside:
I am a slender she-cat, really I don’t look like I am very muscular, and I know that I definitely don’t look like a fighter. Boy are you wrong if that is what you think, and you’d regret it if you walked up to me told me so, or picked a fight with me. Beneath my prim looking body I have well hardened muscles that have been tried more than once. I am large, very large in fact for a cat. In fact I tower over most other cats, and though most intruders turn tail and run when they see my size, some do stand and fight. Those few regret their decision not long after they engage me in battle, for my size gives me an advantage right off, as does my slender body, for it gives me speed. My muscles make me a formidable opponent too.
My pelt is black, black as a cloudy and moonless night sky. No other color permeates my pelt. My black pelt is rather handy at night, because then I can just melt into the darkness and cross the whole camp without anyone being the wiser. It can be a little troublesome on a bright day though since it is so black. It just stands out most irritatingly unless there is a shadow that I can creep into. My pelt is not your average cat fur, it is more plushy, though not totally and completely plushy mind you, just more plushy than most. It is short yes, nowhere near being long, and that makes it rather easy to take care of too.
My paws aren’t small and they aren’t wide, they are just the right size for my body, fitting in nicely. Of course it would look very funny if my paws were on another cat’s body, for though they fit me, they would look excessively large on another. My ears are large even for me, and look as though they were slightly rounded on the top. My eyes are dark dark brown, you might say black if you didn’t look close enough, and even then you might think they were black. My whiskers, nose, and claws mimic my pelt, being just as black as it.
Listen to my heart:
Though I may not look it, I am a fierce cat. I have a rather bad temper, easily flying into a rage over a trifle. I am usually tolerable with my clanmates, though I can be rather arguementative I admit. I probably would have more enemies than friends if I wasn’t so fiercly loyal to my clan. The cats in my clan are the only cats I put up with, anyone else had better watch it because I won’t hesitate to attack them if they are in our territory without leave, and even when they do have leave I am wary of them.
After hearing all of this you probably will not be surprised to find that I have little patience with kits. I avoid the nursery at all costs for those noisy little mewling creatures get on my nerves.
I am brave, yes I have been called that, brave, hard-headed, fierce, loyal, all of these are words that have been used to describe me. You can pick and choose what you think best fits me.
Hear the story I have to tell:
Oi, so you want to hear my story? Well if there was ever a complicated mess of a past then mine would be it. Let’s start off by saying, I wasn’t born in Aurora’s Faithful, neither was I born in RainClan. I wasn’t born as a kittypet either, but as a loner. My mother was a quiet sort of cat. A big pushover really, letting us kits do pretty much whatever we wanted. Our father though we didn’t know for he left when we were very young. I can remember though a dark presence, it always sent shivers down my spine when he walked in. I can only guess that that was my father.
Anyways, I had one sister and one brother. We all were pretty close to each other, though we all had pretty different personalities. My sister was the kind of cat that always wanted to do things perfectly and not get into trouble, and my brother was one that was timid and afraid, but also pretty darn lazy. I was the one that was always getting into trouble, going on adventures and all that fun stuff. I could often talk my siblings into going with me, but when I couldn’t I’d just go by myself.
We lived like this until I was four moons old, and then something strange happened. I was traipsing through the woods, as I often did as I said before, when I got that prickly feeling that one often gets on the back of their spine when they feel that they aren’t alone. I whirled around and saw staring out at me, quite clear, a pair of eyes as dark as mine. Well, fool that I am I jumped towards them, thinking to catch whatever it was and see what it was that time. I jumped and then I landed on nothing! Well the ground was there, but I mean there was no cat there. I saw the eyes a little ways off and not in the least intimidated I ran for them again. Again they evaded me and I continued trying to get them, for I had decided that I was going to get those eyes if it was the last thing I did.
Well, it nearly was the last thing that I did. The sixth time I jumped for them I missed and then they disappeared. I looked around for them, but there were nowhere to be found. It was quickly approaching night by this time, and I was about to head back to my nest when my heart nearly stopped as I realized something; I hadn’t the foggiest idea of where I was! I started in one direction and then I got a whiff of something, something cat but a different kind of cat. Not one smelling of a lot of different cats, as a clan cat would, but something strange… something vile.
I swear my heart came up into my throat as I shot away from the scent. At that moment I wasn’t anywhere near thinking of getting home, or chasing after anything, I needed to run, every part of me said that. And run I did, through bushes, across shallow streams, and finally into a tree. Yes, me in my terror didn’t pay attention to where I was going and I ran smack into a tree. I lay stunned for a moment and then I tensed as I heard the rustling of grass nearby. My eyes had been screwed shut, but now they opened, only to see a dark figure looming over me. I let out a squall of fright, which caught in my throat when it was halfway out. The dark shape, crashed down on me, determined to kill me, but to make me suffer first it seemed.
I fought back, I was big for my age and strong too, but that cat was huge and was more than a match for me. I was sinking into darkness when I heard my mother let out a shriek of grief and anger mingled together. I felt the pain cease and I knew no more.
When I awoke, I was not in my nest, or anywhere that seemed familiar. Whenever I moved pain seared me to the bone and I would cry out. I was able to open my eyes though and I saw my sister standing over me and looking very worried, and curled up next to me was my brother. I opened my mouth to ask questions but my sister motioned for me to be quiet and rest.
It was several days before I was able to sit up, and a few more before I could walk. I learned from my brother and sister that my mother had been worried sick when I disappeared and so had gone off to look for me. They had followed her, not wanting to be alone, and saw her fight the tom. They saw her drive the tom away after I passed out and they were with her when she died. I was unconscious for two days before I woke up. When my sister told me that story I felt chilled to the bone. I was the reason my mother was dead. Had I listened to her and stayed where I belonged she wouldn’t have had to fight that brute of a cat. I was very depressed for a while, but I eventually snapped out of it.
At the age of eight moons my siblings told me of a clan that they had found, RainClan. They loved the sound of clan life, and so joined. I did not though. Life was too sweet for me to tie myself down with a bunch of rules I thought. I was bigger now, and fully determined to find that cat that had murdered my mother. That was my mission for seven moons, and finally I met that cat in battle. I had picked up many fighting techniques along the way and so when I found him I gave him a nasty surprise. I fought him, and his apprentice that he had with him. I sent them both running for the hills, cowards. If they had stayed I would have killed them both, I didn’t mean for them to get away either. They just cut and ran.
I was disgusted with the fact that they had run away, but I now felt that I had revenged my mother at least part of the way. I found that there was another clan nearby, Aurora’s Faithful, and I joined it. It was thought at first that I would be more of a danger to the clan than a help. It was spoken in whispers but I heard it and set out to prove them wrong. Boy have I too! I am now quite trusted by my clanmates.
Someday I hope to meet those rogues again, and settle it once and for all, avenge my mother completely, kill them.
Those I have known and knew:
Vervain/father/alive
Mallow/mother/dead
Bydril/sister/alive
Aqua/brother/alive
Slinking {Panther}
I am and forever shall be a:
She-cat
I have walked the earth for:
22 moons
I am loyal to only:
Aurora’s Faithful
I have been granted the rank of:
warrior
Me at a glance:
Slender black she-cat with dark eyes.
Look and see my outside:
I am a slender she-cat, really I don’t look like I am very muscular, and I know that I definitely don’t look like a fighter. Boy are you wrong if that is what you think, and you’d regret it if you walked up to me told me so, or picked a fight with me. Beneath my prim looking body I have well hardened muscles that have been tried more than once. I am large, very large in fact for a cat. In fact I tower over most other cats, and though most intruders turn tail and run when they see my size, some do stand and fight. Those few regret their decision not long after they engage me in battle, for my size gives me an advantage right off, as does my slender body, for it gives me speed. My muscles make me a formidable opponent too.
My pelt is black, black as a cloudy and moonless night sky. No other color permeates my pelt. My black pelt is rather handy at night, because then I can just melt into the darkness and cross the whole camp without anyone being the wiser. It can be a little troublesome on a bright day though since it is so black. It just stands out most irritatingly unless there is a shadow that I can creep into. My pelt is not your average cat fur, it is more plushy, though not totally and completely plushy mind you, just more plushy than most. It is short yes, nowhere near being long, and that makes it rather easy to take care of too.
My paws aren’t small and they aren’t wide, they are just the right size for my body, fitting in nicely. Of course it would look very funny if my paws were on another cat’s body, for though they fit me, they would look excessively large on another. My ears are large even for me, and look as though they were slightly rounded on the top. My eyes are dark dark brown, you might say black if you didn’t look close enough, and even then you might think they were black. My whiskers, nose, and claws mimic my pelt, being just as black as it.
Listen to my heart:
Though I may not look it, I am a fierce cat. I have a rather bad temper, easily flying into a rage over a trifle. I am usually tolerable with my clanmates, though I can be rather arguementative I admit. I probably would have more enemies than friends if I wasn’t so fiercly loyal to my clan. The cats in my clan are the only cats I put up with, anyone else had better watch it because I won’t hesitate to attack them if they are in our territory without leave, and even when they do have leave I am wary of them.
After hearing all of this you probably will not be surprised to find that I have little patience with kits. I avoid the nursery at all costs for those noisy little mewling creatures get on my nerves.
I am brave, yes I have been called that, brave, hard-headed, fierce, loyal, all of these are words that have been used to describe me. You can pick and choose what you think best fits me.
Hear the story I have to tell:
Oi, so you want to hear my story? Well if there was ever a complicated mess of a past then mine would be it. Let’s start off by saying, I wasn’t born in Aurora’s Faithful, neither was I born in RainClan. I wasn’t born as a kittypet either, but as a loner. My mother was a quiet sort of cat. A big pushover really, letting us kits do pretty much whatever we wanted. Our father though we didn’t know for he left when we were very young. I can remember though a dark presence, it always sent shivers down my spine when he walked in. I can only guess that that was my father.
Anyways, I had one sister and one brother. We all were pretty close to each other, though we all had pretty different personalities. My sister was the kind of cat that always wanted to do things perfectly and not get into trouble, and my brother was one that was timid and afraid, but also pretty darn lazy. I was the one that was always getting into trouble, going on adventures and all that fun stuff. I could often talk my siblings into going with me, but when I couldn’t I’d just go by myself.
We lived like this until I was four moons old, and then something strange happened. I was traipsing through the woods, as I often did as I said before, when I got that prickly feeling that one often gets on the back of their spine when they feel that they aren’t alone. I whirled around and saw staring out at me, quite clear, a pair of eyes as dark as mine. Well, fool that I am I jumped towards them, thinking to catch whatever it was and see what it was that time. I jumped and then I landed on nothing! Well the ground was there, but I mean there was no cat there. I saw the eyes a little ways off and not in the least intimidated I ran for them again. Again they evaded me and I continued trying to get them, for I had decided that I was going to get those eyes if it was the last thing I did.
Well, it nearly was the last thing that I did. The sixth time I jumped for them I missed and then they disappeared. I looked around for them, but there were nowhere to be found. It was quickly approaching night by this time, and I was about to head back to my nest when my heart nearly stopped as I realized something; I hadn’t the foggiest idea of where I was! I started in one direction and then I got a whiff of something, something cat but a different kind of cat. Not one smelling of a lot of different cats, as a clan cat would, but something strange… something vile.
I swear my heart came up into my throat as I shot away from the scent. At that moment I wasn’t anywhere near thinking of getting home, or chasing after anything, I needed to run, every part of me said that. And run I did, through bushes, across shallow streams, and finally into a tree. Yes, me in my terror didn’t pay attention to where I was going and I ran smack into a tree. I lay stunned for a moment and then I tensed as I heard the rustling of grass nearby. My eyes had been screwed shut, but now they opened, only to see a dark figure looming over me. I let out a squall of fright, which caught in my throat when it was halfway out. The dark shape, crashed down on me, determined to kill me, but to make me suffer first it seemed.
I fought back, I was big for my age and strong too, but that cat was huge and was more than a match for me. I was sinking into darkness when I heard my mother let out a shriek of grief and anger mingled together. I felt the pain cease and I knew no more.
When I awoke, I was not in my nest, or anywhere that seemed familiar. Whenever I moved pain seared me to the bone and I would cry out. I was able to open my eyes though and I saw my sister standing over me and looking very worried, and curled up next to me was my brother. I opened my mouth to ask questions but my sister motioned for me to be quiet and rest.
It was several days before I was able to sit up, and a few more before I could walk. I learned from my brother and sister that my mother had been worried sick when I disappeared and so had gone off to look for me. They had followed her, not wanting to be alone, and saw her fight the tom. They saw her drive the tom away after I passed out and they were with her when she died. I was unconscious for two days before I woke up. When my sister told me that story I felt chilled to the bone. I was the reason my mother was dead. Had I listened to her and stayed where I belonged she wouldn’t have had to fight that brute of a cat. I was very depressed for a while, but I eventually snapped out of it.
At the age of eight moons my siblings told me of a clan that they had found, RainClan. They loved the sound of clan life, and so joined. I did not though. Life was too sweet for me to tie myself down with a bunch of rules I thought. I was bigger now, and fully determined to find that cat that had murdered my mother. That was my mission for seven moons, and finally I met that cat in battle. I had picked up many fighting techniques along the way and so when I found him I gave him a nasty surprise. I fought him, and his apprentice that he had with him. I sent them both running for the hills, cowards. If they had stayed I would have killed them both, I didn’t mean for them to get away either. They just cut and ran.
I was disgusted with the fact that they had run away, but I now felt that I had revenged my mother at least part of the way. I found that there was another clan nearby, Aurora’s Faithful, and I joined it. It was thought at first that I would be more of a danger to the clan than a help. It was spoken in whispers but I heard it and set out to prove them wrong. Boy have I too! I am now quite trusted by my clanmates.
Someday I hope to meet those rogues again, and settle it once and for all, avenge my mother completely, kill them.
Those I have known and knew:
Vervain/father/alive
Mallow/mother/dead
Bydril/sister/alive
Aqua/brother/alive