Post by Mist on Jan 4, 2008 14:46:13 GMT -5
Name: Mist
Age: 8 moons
Rank: Loner
Clan: Loner
Physical Description:
Mist is a beautiful she-cat, light silver in color. Her fur is short and soft, silvery-grey and shimmers in the sunlight. Her black swirls are hard to track, always intertwined with spots and stripes. They are pitch-black against the silver of her fur, like shadows on a midnight pool.Her long tail has black stripes running down the base of silver, ending at the tip, which is pitch-black.
Mist is small and lithe, a good build for running. She is a master at slipping into places seemingly unfit for a cat, such as in a crack in a rock or under a thorny bramble bush. She is very skinny
Mist has four swirls running down her forehead, illuminating her icey eyes. They are a light blue, flecked with shades of darker blue, gray, and white. Nearer the edges of her eyes the color almost tapers off altogether, but it is actually a very light blue shade. Mist's claws are short and slightly blunt, not much use in a fight. Her teeth, however, are thorn-sharp and sparkling.
Personality:
Mist is a strange she-cat, personality-wise. She seems a little too shy, too distant. In this people misunderstand her, interpreting her shyness for the apparent lack of likeness to friendly contact. Mist is actually a very sweet she-cat once you get to know her, a little shy, a little stubborn.
Once you get past her first appearance, she is a nice cat to be around. She loves to argue, mostly when she knows she's wrong and wants to know if the other person would change thier view. Mist is prone to resort to very mean sarcasm, and has a great view of irony. Sometimes she uses it to acheive wah she belives "fun", but a very crude and mean version of the word. She mostly does that only to enemies, but messing around with friends also.
Mist is fiercely loyal to her friends, somewhat over-protective at times. As said above, she is very mean to her enemies. Friends are radically different to her; special. She treats then very well, though sometimes allows herself to be stepped all over and sometimes treating them unlike how they should be. She seems to be too trustworthy, trusting anyone who feels ready to get to know her. She hold hardly any secrets. Mist is very nearly always happy and smiling, though sometimes has very radical mood swings.
History: Mist has no idea who her parents were. She was only 2 moons old when her mother was killed by a rouge. She was to young to remember anything, but sometimes has flashes of remembrance, being picked up and carried away by a fellow loner who was good friends with her mom. The loner she lived with was named Jocob, and he was a magnificent Russian Blue. He was later hit by a monster, leaving the kit, which he had named Mist, his cave. At the age of 5 moons, Mist found herself utterly alone in the world. She made friends with a clan cat named Runningwind, who taught her how to fight and hunt. They became fast friends, but Runningwind died of greencough before he had the chance to invite her to the clan. Again, Mist found herself alone. Occasionally she travels with rogue bands, but that is are.
Role Play Example: Mist looked at the motionless body of the cat who had been for so long her guardian. Tears streamed form her eyes, and her wails of pure sadness echoed throughout the forest. She slowly dug a hole in the back of the cave, and dragged his body into it. Mist picked up a poppy seed and swallowed it, falling into a drugged sleep. The next morning she woke up early, expecting the familiar yowl of Jocob telling her that he had caught her a mouse. Then the revelation of the previous day came crashing down on her. Mist went out into the forest and pounced on a mouse that had come into sight almost instantly. All of a sudden she felt sharp claws digging into her back "Who are you?"she heard the deep voice hiss.
Other:
Age: 8 moons
Rank: Loner
Clan: Loner
Physical Description:
Mist is a beautiful she-cat, light silver in color. Her fur is short and soft, silvery-grey and shimmers in the sunlight. Her black swirls are hard to track, always intertwined with spots and stripes. They are pitch-black against the silver of her fur, like shadows on a midnight pool.Her long tail has black stripes running down the base of silver, ending at the tip, which is pitch-black.
Mist is small and lithe, a good build for running. She is a master at slipping into places seemingly unfit for a cat, such as in a crack in a rock or under a thorny bramble bush. She is very skinny
Mist has four swirls running down her forehead, illuminating her icey eyes. They are a light blue, flecked with shades of darker blue, gray, and white. Nearer the edges of her eyes the color almost tapers off altogether, but it is actually a very light blue shade. Mist's claws are short and slightly blunt, not much use in a fight. Her teeth, however, are thorn-sharp and sparkling.
Personality:
Mist is a strange she-cat, personality-wise. She seems a little too shy, too distant. In this people misunderstand her, interpreting her shyness for the apparent lack of likeness to friendly contact. Mist is actually a very sweet she-cat once you get to know her, a little shy, a little stubborn.
Once you get past her first appearance, she is a nice cat to be around. She loves to argue, mostly when she knows she's wrong and wants to know if the other person would change thier view. Mist is prone to resort to very mean sarcasm, and has a great view of irony. Sometimes she uses it to acheive wah she belives "fun", but a very crude and mean version of the word. She mostly does that only to enemies, but messing around with friends also.
Mist is fiercely loyal to her friends, somewhat over-protective at times. As said above, she is very mean to her enemies. Friends are radically different to her; special. She treats then very well, though sometimes allows herself to be stepped all over and sometimes treating them unlike how they should be. She seems to be too trustworthy, trusting anyone who feels ready to get to know her. She hold hardly any secrets. Mist is very nearly always happy and smiling, though sometimes has very radical mood swings.
History: Mist has no idea who her parents were. She was only 2 moons old when her mother was killed by a rouge. She was to young to remember anything, but sometimes has flashes of remembrance, being picked up and carried away by a fellow loner who was good friends with her mom. The loner she lived with was named Jocob, and he was a magnificent Russian Blue. He was later hit by a monster, leaving the kit, which he had named Mist, his cave. At the age of 5 moons, Mist found herself utterly alone in the world. She made friends with a clan cat named Runningwind, who taught her how to fight and hunt. They became fast friends, but Runningwind died of greencough before he had the chance to invite her to the clan. Again, Mist found herself alone. Occasionally she travels with rogue bands, but that is are.
Role Play Example: Mist looked at the motionless body of the cat who had been for so long her guardian. Tears streamed form her eyes, and her wails of pure sadness echoed throughout the forest. She slowly dug a hole in the back of the cave, and dragged his body into it. Mist picked up a poppy seed and swallowed it, falling into a drugged sleep. The next morning she woke up early, expecting the familiar yowl of Jocob telling her that he had caught her a mouse. Then the revelation of the previous day came crashing down on her. Mist went out into the forest and pounced on a mouse that had come into sight almost instantly. All of a sudden she felt sharp claws digging into her back "Who are you?"she heard the deep voice hiss.
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