Post by WOLF on May 30, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -5
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Wolf
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Wolf
Wolf is a thick-furred gray tabby with amber eyes. | ||
Female | 8 Moons | Quiet |
Loner | Fierce |
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appearance
personality
Wolf doesn't talk too much. She's a cat of action and few words. Her silent presence leads many others to believe that she's shy or scared, but nothing could be further from the truth. Wolf is cold, calculating, and fierce, maybe even sometimes cruel. Don't mistake this for a lust for battle or killing, she just believes that nothing will get accomplished without a little force or action. This belief makes her a cunning and powerful fighter, along with her history of bare survival. She's not a cat you'd want to meet in battle.
Because of her background of little to call hers, Wolf doesn't ask for much out of life. However, if something is threatened to be taken from her, she will retaliate with tooth and claw. She loves with a fierce passion and will defend that which needs protecting with her life. She knows what it is to lose someone close and she knows what it is to watch the innocent die. She has good enough morals and a good sense of what is right and what is wrong. She might be dark at heart, but she is not consumed by it. She is very black and white when it comes to ethics or purpose.
history
Wolf was born to a rogue that called herself Icie. They looked almost exactly the same, with the same gray tabby coat and amber eyes. She also had a sibling, Ciel, who was a black tom with ice blue eyes. They never met their father, who had left their mother when she told him that she was expecting kits. They were raised believing in Starclan. Though they weren't clan members, they had heard the tales of the deceased souls that walked the skies of Silverpelt to watch after those they had left behind. It fascinated them and, whenever they met another cat willing to talk to them, they would ask about the ancestors of the clans. Icie did not approve of this, as she did not believe in Starclan herself. Icie was bad-tempered and cruel to her kits, never ceasing to tell them that they were a mistake, they should never have been born. She was bitter, as her mate had not stayed around to help raise his son and daughter with her. She forbade them from talking to any other cats and the talk of Starclan or any clan for that matter. If they ever broke these rules, she would give them some wounds to think about. Though they both suffered under their mother's 'care', they never stopped believing in what they wanted, so dearly, to call their ancestors.
One day, while travelling, they met a kittypet called Pharaoh. He was weak and tired and begged them to help him. He had left his abusive Twolegs and had been attacked by a fox in the wild. Icie refused and walked right past the poor cat, ignoring his wailing. Ciel, who didn't want to leave him alone, stopped next to him and helped him stay steady on his paws. Icie turned around, furious, and threatened him if he didn't follow her that instant. He refused and said that he would stay with the cat until he got better. Icie became furious and attacked her son, scorching him across the neck and killing him instantly. Wolf, distraught, watched as she turned to the kittypet next, her amber eyes flaming in rage. Without a second thought, she flew at her mother and grabbed her neck in her jaws, biting down as hard as she could. She stopped and froze when she heard the sickening crack of bones. She dropped her mother's limp body in horror. Pharaoh, terrified, tried to hobble away, but Wolf was beyond any kind of reasoning. She turned to the kittypet, blaming him for tearing apart their family and killed him, too, with a swipe of her claws.
After that day, Wolf traveled alone. Once she had calmed down, she was horrified that she had killed, not only an innocent kittypet, but her mother as well. However much she hated Icie, she was still blood. She carried around the burden of murder, turning her into the silent, fierce cat she is today. Every night, she would lie beneath the stars and look up, wondering if her brother was up there with Starclan. She liked to think he did because he had stood up for that lost kittypet, and that cost him his life. As she wandered through the wilds, she never forgot that day. And that is where she is now, still wandering the wilds, looking for something to give her life meaning enough to wash away the memory and pain of the blood would forever stain her paws.
claims
CLAN -
appearance
personality
Wolf doesn't talk too much. She's a cat of action and few words. Her silent presence leads many others to believe that she's shy or scared, but nothing could be further from the truth. Wolf is cold, calculating, and fierce, maybe even sometimes cruel. Don't mistake this for a lust for battle or killing, she just believes that nothing will get accomplished without a little force or action. This belief makes her a cunning and powerful fighter, along with her history of bare survival. She's not a cat you'd want to meet in battle.
Because of her background of little to call hers, Wolf doesn't ask for much out of life. However, if something is threatened to be taken from her, she will retaliate with tooth and claw. She loves with a fierce passion and will defend that which needs protecting with her life. She knows what it is to lose someone close and she knows what it is to watch the innocent die. She has good enough morals and a good sense of what is right and what is wrong. She might be dark at heart, but she is not consumed by it. She is very black and white when it comes to ethics or purpose.
history
Wolf was born to a rogue that called herself Icie. They looked almost exactly the same, with the same gray tabby coat and amber eyes. She also had a sibling, Ciel, who was a black tom with ice blue eyes. They never met their father, who had left their mother when she told him that she was expecting kits. They were raised believing in Starclan. Though they weren't clan members, they had heard the tales of the deceased souls that walked the skies of Silverpelt to watch after those they had left behind. It fascinated them and, whenever they met another cat willing to talk to them, they would ask about the ancestors of the clans. Icie did not approve of this, as she did not believe in Starclan herself. Icie was bad-tempered and cruel to her kits, never ceasing to tell them that they were a mistake, they should never have been born. She was bitter, as her mate had not stayed around to help raise his son and daughter with her. She forbade them from talking to any other cats and the talk of Starclan or any clan for that matter. If they ever broke these rules, she would give them some wounds to think about. Though they both suffered under their mother's 'care', they never stopped believing in what they wanted, so dearly, to call their ancestors.
One day, while travelling, they met a kittypet called Pharaoh. He was weak and tired and begged them to help him. He had left his abusive Twolegs and had been attacked by a fox in the wild. Icie refused and walked right past the poor cat, ignoring his wailing. Ciel, who didn't want to leave him alone, stopped next to him and helped him stay steady on his paws. Icie turned around, furious, and threatened him if he didn't follow her that instant. He refused and said that he would stay with the cat until he got better. Icie became furious and attacked her son, scorching him across the neck and killing him instantly. Wolf, distraught, watched as she turned to the kittypet next, her amber eyes flaming in rage. Without a second thought, she flew at her mother and grabbed her neck in her jaws, biting down as hard as she could. She stopped and froze when she heard the sickening crack of bones. She dropped her mother's limp body in horror. Pharaoh, terrified, tried to hobble away, but Wolf was beyond any kind of reasoning. She turned to the kittypet, blaming him for tearing apart their family and killed him, too, with a swipe of her claws.
After that day, Wolf traveled alone. Once she had calmed down, she was horrified that she had killed, not only an innocent kittypet, but her mother as well. However much she hated Icie, she was still blood. She carried around the burden of murder, turning her into the silent, fierce cat she is today. Every night, she would lie beneath the stars and look up, wondering if her brother was up there with Starclan. She liked to think he did because he had stood up for that lost kittypet, and that cost him his life. As she wandered through the wilds, she never forgot that day. And that is where she is now, still wandering the wilds, looking for something to give her life meaning enough to wash away the memory and pain of the blood would forever stain her paws.
claims
CLAN -
SHE CATS +
[b][color=FAE8E8]Wolf[/color][/b] [i]Thick-furred gray tabby with amber eyes[/i]
WHO'S WHO -
[code]SHE CATS +
[font color="cc6699"]▍[/font] [b][a href="link to character PROFILE"]WOLF[/a],[/b] Rogue
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NAME CLAIM -
[code]SHE CATS +
[color=cc6699]▍[/color] [b][color=cc6699]Wolf[/color],[/b] + Loner + [i]the Majestic[/i]
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