Post by cheshy says grace on Jun 19, 2008 13:16:58 GMT -5
a real diva.
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-- rubydusk
&&.gender;;
-- femme
&&.age;;
-- eighteen moons
&&.clan;;
-- serenityclan
&&.rank;;
-- warrior
&&.looks;;
-- eye colour - [ click ]
-- pelt colour - [ click ]
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-- Call her beautiful and she'll rip out your throat, call her dog-face and she'll claw out your eyes. Rubydusk isn't beautiful or ugly, she goes in her own category. Her appearance may look blunt, but by no means is she plain, emotions and feelings are what makes up Ruby's outward appearance.
_____&& her frame
Centuries ago, some stupid cat got an idea that males were stronger and bigger then the female sex. That a tom shouldn't fight a girl because she was a girl, that females should just fuss about their pelt and talk about flowers, blah, blah, blah. Ruby breaks that popular belief. Her frame is petite. She is a lean, beautiful female cat. But even if she is small and pretty, it doesn't mean she's not strong. Her rib cages are faintly visible when she leaps, her backbone also noticeable when she is in a hunched position. Her bones are all aligned carefully in order, thick and hard, almost unbreakable. Almost.
Think of a dancer. A graceful dancer somehow made into a cat. That's Rubydusk. Flexible as most cats are, she can fit into any space where her head would fit. This feline has long lean legs, agile and swift with her paws. You might call Ruby slightly mutated. Her front paws lack the fifth claw, the dewclaw, passed down from her great great great aunt. Even though she lacks a toe, grace is the only thing describing her paws. One of the many things about Rubydusk that is attractive, it's her paws, delicate and dandy, her smallest movements are a masterpiece, her steps give off an angelic singing. Sculpted with perfection and accuracy, she's a pro in balance. Although this she-cat may not be the fastest or the strongest, she may be the most graceful.
_____&& her pelt
A beautiful mix of white, black and orange. Cut to medium length, her coat is to a smooth and silky- when it's clean that is. Because Scribbleleaf is anything but girly and vain, she doesn't make a big fuss over her looks, especially not her pelt. But she'll clean it before clan meetings, gatherings, before she goes to sleep, etcetera etcetera. Thick in leaf-bare to keep her warm, lighter in green-leaf to keep her cool, her coat serves it's purpose, to keep her warm.
White covers her stomach also going up to her muzzle exception of an orange blotch on her nose, her front legs and back paws are also a beige white, able to get muddy easily. Her back is mostly covered with black, a rusty red and orange spots mixing in with her charcoal colored fur. Thin black fur covers her skinny, yet long tail, giving a feathery texture.
_____&& her face
Her face? Well, it's isn't really that special. A nose, a mouth, two eyes, two ears, same as the next cat around the corner. But if you look closer, they might be more alluring.
Let's start with the eyes. They are the reason of her name. They're an orange-red. A beautiful colour, like the colour of fire. But, as the picture shows you, they are red.
Her jaw is outlined to a triangle like a coyote's, sharp teeth to easily tear off meat and go through a layer of skin when necessary. An icky white ebony is glossed over her thorn-like teeth, stuck to her raw pink gums. Her tongue is rough and sharp on a surface, able to lick away any dust and mud smeared on her paws. A fragile pinkish nose is settled on the middle of her face, she has a fair sense of smell, not the best but satisfactory. Faint white whiskers spurt from her muzzle, Ruby can easily sense the air movements around her.
She has rather large ears, an average triangle cupped shape. Pointing upward to the skies, Ruby does have a good sense of hearing. She doesn't express her mood much with her ears, but then she doesn't really give out her feelings at all much.
&&.actions;;
-- ((the following may include big words you cannot understand. I recommend receiving a dictionary before you start reading.))
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-- Demonstrative expressions of emotional warmth and sensitivity are not typical of the enigmatic, young, she-cat, who may give the impression of being aloof or even arrogant. Her independent nature alleviates the constraint of societal convention, however she will compliantly adhere to established rule when the situation requires it. Though not one to immediately facilitate communication between her and others, Rubydusk's patience and genuinely compassionate nature makes her a pleasant alliance and exemplary learner. She is capable of establishing strong loyalties, which tend to be more personal than institutional and may sometimes appears deceptively offhand to those whom she considers intimate.
The she-cat is at fault in her overwhelming fear of failure. She spends sizeable amounts of time second-guessing her actions and is in constant need of positive reinforcement.
In the absence of purposeful stimuli, Rubydusk will regress to deliberately troublesome tactics so as to remain occupied. She amiably neglects verbal cues and will go out of her way to perpetuate flirtatious clinging- among other rather unusual manifestations of her blithe humor.
When in power, the she-cat exercises developed abilities in administration and organization. She imposes standards of precise fulfillment and is abrasively uncompromising in these matters. Disciplinarian tactics will be enforced if inconsistencies arise and hierarchal subordination leaves little room for authoritative negotiation. A natural director, Rubydusk can govern with the decided sensitivity of a world leader or the blatant tactlessness of a cult superpower. Her paradigm for ruling remains ambivalent making the she-cat a figure worth monitoring.
&&.past;;
-- Birth;;
It was a warm green-leaf day, the skies a perfect sky blue. Three newborn kits suckled on a silver queen greedily, one lying limp in front of the she-cat. The she-cat closed her eyes, taking all her will not to cry. "Wolfhowl." she mummered quietly to the tom sitting hunched across from her, not meeting his gaze.
"Yes dear?" the black tom mewed back, his eyes comforting.
"That one will be Missedkit." her nose pointed towards the dead kit with a sniffle. She closed her eyes, letting a smile crawl on her face. It was okay, three healthy kits, that's more then she could ask for.
The tom only nodded, giving a loving purr at his mate. "What are you going to name the others?"
Oceanwave tore her gaze from her dead kit, looking at her three suckling children. The first one was a tom, the first born, looking exactly like his father, the next was a small calico tabby, her back a mix of orange and white. The last one was a tortoiseshell she-cat, the kit looked so peaceful. The queen pondered for a moment and opening her mouth she mewed: "I'm going to name them when I see what name fits each of them best."
- - -
Rubykit was indeed a creative and curious kit. Since Oceanwave didn't name her three kit's for about three weeks, the two sisters and the brother were simply known as Oceanwaves's and Wolfhowl's kits. Two weeks and five days after being born, Ruby's eyes now open, the kit was playing outside. This tortoiseshell kit was making odd splotches and scribbles by squishing berries. Her mother had contemplated the thought of naming her Berrykit, but decided Rubykit because of her eyes. From there the kit was named Rubykit, her sister Lichenkit, and her brother, Feralkit.
Happiness didn't linger in that family for long, Oceanwave's brother Coldfire was an ambitious tom, and he hated the guts of his sister's mate. From that fateful day in the nursery when the fool attacked him, almost clawing off his ear, and the scar underneath was still visible. Oceanwave knew how her brother would kill Wolfhowl the first chance he got, and the she-cat couldn't take that chance. So, she planned for them to run away. Wolfhowl was reluctant, running just seemed cowardly, but he couldn't resist his mate's begging, so he agreed.
The day the couple planned to leave with her kits resulted as the couple's deathbed. Coldfire found out, he went insane getting revenge on that tom, he didn't even care that he would kill his sister inside out. As far as Coldfire was concerned, Oceanwave wasn't his sister anymore. That day was bloody, they secretly sneaked out of camp borders when Oceanwave's crazy brother attacked her mate, killing him instantly with a bite on his neck. Outraged, the queen tackled the tom, resulting both sister and brother.
Lichenkit and Feralkit made their way back to SerenityClan camp, Lichen dying a few days later and as for Rubykit, she went farther out in to the territories, until she collapsed at a side of a tree. There, Maia found her, an adult aged loner took pity on the lost kit who could barely talk and took her to her home down the sea, or as the clan-cats knew it, the sun-drown place.
Maia renamed the kit, Deliri after Maia's mother. Rubykit - or Deliri soon forgot that her parents, her real parents were killed by her uncle. She was now Maia's kit, she liked playing with her 'siblings' and the other cats Maia lived with.
- - -
Twelve Moons;;
As salty water prickled on her pelt, the tortoiseshell she-cat danced in the water, splashing without a care in the world. "Deliri!" a voice sang in her ears, looking up, her red eyes focused on an older tan she-cat. "Hey Savannah!" she called out happily, trotting out of the water. "The water's really great, you should-" the beautiful tan she-cat cut her off quickly with her tail. "Mother Maia wants to see you."
The tortoiseshell she-cat cocked her head, her friend's tone sucked out her bubbliness. What was going on? Giving a final look at Savannah, Deliri nodded brushing past the brown-furred she-cat and raced to her foster mother's den. "Wanted to see me mother?" the orange and black she-cat slithered into the light den, facing the small cream she-cat. "Sit down Deliri. I'm going to tell you a story." the queen motioned with her paws for the younger cat to sit and the she-cat quietly obeyed.
"A few moons ago, when I was coming down here from the north, I came across this little kit. Half starved, dying from the night's cold." Deliri fidgeted, she knew this story, it was about her, it wasn't even a story. More of a cliffhanger because there wasn't any 'happily ever after' or anything like that. "I couldn't stand living the kit out there," she continued, "So I brought her with me down here. She grew up beautifully the past moons," the tortoiseshell she-cat could feel herself blush as Maia smiled at her. "But now I think this she-cat has the right to know where she came from."
Her eyes went down to her paws, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. Deep inside, she didn't want to know where she came from. What if she was just a result of a one night stand? What if her parents were all killers? She closed her eyes, remember her fade-y memory of blood scent tainting the air and a kit's wailing next to her, and the scream. A she-cat's dying scream that still haunted her in dreams. Even if her birth parents were massive killers, she wanted to learn more of them, see what they looked like, what if she even had siblings? Holding up her head, she faced the queen. "Where did you find me?" she asked quietly.
- - -
Deliri traveled up north to the cats who lived by the lake as Maia had told her. One week later she found her destination. After setting a paw in BrightClan territory, she was quickly chased away to the SerenityClan border. There a tom who happen to be hunting caught the sight of her and as a loyal young warrior, he attacked trying to drive her out. That tom was her brother, Feralcry. Deliri, having no knowledge of any fighting tactics in general was pinned down in a second. There she remembered her old name, her birth one, Rubykit. Screaming her old name at the tom, she was surprised that the tom jumped off her like she was a disease. Feralcry brought her to camp, demanded at the leader that she should have a chance to stay because she had the SerenityClan blood in her.
She was given a choice to stay, and she did. Ruby belonged here, or at least her blood said she belonged in this clan. Apprenticed to her brother, Feralcry, they built a bond with each other, becoming good friends and on her nineteenth moon, she was turned into a warrior, Rubydusk
&&.family;;
-- mother - Oceanwave [dead]
-- father - Wolfhowl [dead]
-- sister - Lichenkit [dead]
-- brother - Feralcry [dead]
-- uncle - Coldfire [dead]
-- foster mother - Maia [dead]
&&.other;;
-- n/a
&&.codewords;;
-- poison tears crash down
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