Post by Ivytail on Feb 7, 2009 18:29:30 GMT -7
Name- Ivory
Age- 17 Stars
Gender- She-cat
Territory- Travels, but usualy around Wild Woods
Rank- Juvenille
Appearance- Ivory is a pure white she-cat, with medium length fur and a narrow muzzle. Her eyes are bright amber that seems almost yellow, and her nose and pads are a light pink. She has a very light frame, though her rather short legs do not help her when it comes down to speed. Even so she can be quick when it comes to close quarter combat, and her powerful hind legs are her most dangerous weapon. Her claws are extremely sharp, and she works well with them too, which makes her a fearsome fighter. Fortunately she has yet to use them on anything but prey, but that never tends to go well. Besides that, she is also rather agile, and can jump quite high.
Personality- Ivory is very eager when it comes to just about everything. Whether it's a coming battle or simply hunting, she's all for it and always ready to come along. She is also a little naive and troublesome, not to mention a very chatting talker, as in she never stops. She can also be spacey and forgetful, with a tendency to hum to herself. Though she is one of the most perky cats you can find around, she has a dark side to her nature. She is extremely bloodthirsty, and finds no better joy then killing. She has even been known to torture her prey to death. Whats strange is that there isn't a trace of evil about her, it just comes natural to her. She had never killed another cat, but judging from her odd fascination with death if she ever did she may just not be able to stop. Still however, her sickly sweet innocence runs on. (basically this is where you hear the cuckoo clock go off)
History- Ivory herself has barely any memory of where she hails from. Her mother had been a loner of course, and raised her for about three moons of her life until she found caring for a kit not to her liking. Ivory was left alone, unable to care for herself until a kinder loner came a rescued her from starvation. She lived with him for another eight moons, and he taught her everything from hunting to fighting, anything he knew about survival. It didn't take him long though to notice her strange nature, and it greatly disturbed him. He tried his hardest to explain to her how every living creature deserved kindness, without actually bringing up what she was doing wrong. Still listened and said she understood, but still continued to take her time killing her prey. The loner couldn't bring himself to leave her though until she was about ten moons old, and found his chance by telling her she was old enough to fend for herself. She was sad of course to leave, and though the loner missed her too he also felt relief. Since then she has lived on her own, minding her own business in a way, but stills enjoys the company of others.
Age- 17 Stars
Gender- She-cat
Territory- Travels, but usualy around Wild Woods
Rank- Juvenille
Appearance- Ivory is a pure white she-cat, with medium length fur and a narrow muzzle. Her eyes are bright amber that seems almost yellow, and her nose and pads are a light pink. She has a very light frame, though her rather short legs do not help her when it comes down to speed. Even so she can be quick when it comes to close quarter combat, and her powerful hind legs are her most dangerous weapon. Her claws are extremely sharp, and she works well with them too, which makes her a fearsome fighter. Fortunately she has yet to use them on anything but prey, but that never tends to go well. Besides that, she is also rather agile, and can jump quite high.
Personality- Ivory is very eager when it comes to just about everything. Whether it's a coming battle or simply hunting, she's all for it and always ready to come along. She is also a little naive and troublesome, not to mention a very chatting talker, as in she never stops. She can also be spacey and forgetful, with a tendency to hum to herself. Though she is one of the most perky cats you can find around, she has a dark side to her nature. She is extremely bloodthirsty, and finds no better joy then killing. She has even been known to torture her prey to death. Whats strange is that there isn't a trace of evil about her, it just comes natural to her. She had never killed another cat, but judging from her odd fascination with death if she ever did she may just not be able to stop. Still however, her sickly sweet innocence runs on. (basically this is where you hear the cuckoo clock go off)
History- Ivory herself has barely any memory of where she hails from. Her mother had been a loner of course, and raised her for about three moons of her life until she found caring for a kit not to her liking. Ivory was left alone, unable to care for herself until a kinder loner came a rescued her from starvation. She lived with him for another eight moons, and he taught her everything from hunting to fighting, anything he knew about survival. It didn't take him long though to notice her strange nature, and it greatly disturbed him. He tried his hardest to explain to her how every living creature deserved kindness, without actually bringing up what she was doing wrong. Still listened and said she understood, but still continued to take her time killing her prey. The loner couldn't bring himself to leave her though until she was about ten moons old, and found his chance by telling her she was old enough to fend for herself. She was sad of course to leave, and though the loner missed her too he also felt relief. Since then she has lived on her own, minding her own business in a way, but stills enjoys the company of others.
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