Rain, rain go away come again another day. . .

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Name: Rainwhisker

Definition: Rain falls from the sky, whiskers are on their faces.

Gender: She-cat

Age: 18 moons

Clan: Cloudclan

Rank: Warrior

Looks: Limber and lean, Rainwhisker is a rather fit cat aside from the fact that one eye is near impossible to see out of. Her calico coat is nearly unmarked, aside from the scars she has received over time. Aside from being partially blind, she a healthy warrior. Rainwhisker is rather tall and built like a miniature cheetah, for speed. A long tail sweeps neatly around her paws when sitting and it come pretty close to reaching her front paws even when laying down. That tail is her pride and joy, causing her to become rather vein when it comes down to that mix of black, pale gold and white.

Her legs are nearly longer than her body and she has a jet line form that makes her seem like part of the wind when she races by with all the speed and grace that comes with being tall, lean and in a since, just that normal feline luck. Even being the way she is, there is a bit of clumsiness behind all that sleek grace and beauty. Most think it is caused by that blind eye, but she just considers that a small flaw that is taken care of when it comes to her warrior duties and responsibility.

Actions: Rainwhisker is shy and reserved, but once you break through that outer shell, you can see a bright and shining she-cat who knows how to live and is wise beyond her years. She takes the good and the bad hand in hand, but believes that there is such a thing as peace, maybe not ever lasting, but some form of it. She can sometimes pull off being a dreamer, but what she loves most are the bright stars that shine in the night. To her they hold stories and secrets, knowledge of the unknown that is just out of her reach and all she has to do is gaze at them to try and figure out the mystery they hold for her and the history they tell her without even knowing that that is what she could very well be looking at. It has always been her dream to reach out and touch a star, maybe even the moon, but she knows that it is not her right to do so.

Past: Living a hard life is what you would not consider for her. She was a happy-go-lucky kinda she-cat when she was first born, but then as the years went by she wanted something more. Something that called to her. Something that wasn't the same old boring thing. Rainwhisker, with hope in her heart, moved among her clan in hopes of finding the place she could always belong. Her nerves soon got the best of her and she became a shy young thing, keeping her distances and letting a few lucky ones into her mind and heart. Other than these small things nothing is known of her past, for it was something that everyone knew and anyone who doesn't know will not hear of it. She doesn't seem to feel the need to share her life story with the world. She keeps to herself, end of story.

Though there was a large event that left her blind in one eye just before she became a warrior. It is also how she managed to get the few scars that etch her, otherwise, smooth pelt. She had been on her last hunt with her mentor and was enjoying the time with them. They hadn't even suspected that something dangerous lurked in the forest not far from them. A badger. It watched them waiting for the moment when it could strike with all its fury and pent up pain. Rainwhisker had turned her back to the black and white beast as it launched out, tackling her to the ground as a paw sliced over her eyes, leaving it bleeding and impossible to see from. She yowled with her pain and fury, standing swiftly and working with her mentor to chase it off. Others soon heard the fight and raced in to help the two cats out.

It was pure luck and kindness from her leader that still landed her a spot as a warrior. This calico she-cat is grateful for her leader for allowing her to claim her position among the other warriors and since that retched day, she has showed herself worthy of the spot she had gained with her clan.


In Character: [[When played as an apprentice]]

What was it like to be one of the stars? To rule the night sky with out reserve or thought? Those where the things the calico thought about most often. The things that lurked in her dreams and seemed to tell her the stories of old as well as the stories of new. That long tail swiped over the ground as the small she-cat let her mind wonder on a breeze like dream where she lay just outside of the apprentice den. Warm sunlight bathed her back as she laid there, purring from the warmth that seeped through her, down to her bones. It seemed to be on of the claimer times for all the warriors and other apprentices.

Yet as thoughts dreams went by, the calico she-cat couldn't help, but wonder as to what fate held for her. What is told her was her destiny, the only destiny she could see was early surrender to being an elder, thanks to the problems she had with seeing. It wasn't a pleasure to have others come up on the wrong side and nearly make her jump out of her own fur. The one eye. That stupid right eye which just happened to be weaker then the left and now, those two eyes opened, revealing deep amber pools of bright light with that black slit right in the middle. That long sweeping tail, stopped moving for mere moments before coming around to lace its way over her white paws with toes that seemed to have been dipped in golden-brown mud. She glared out at the world, barley seeing it.

Relationships/Kin:
None

Other: Nothing

Codewords: Painting Portraits of Ghosts

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_{Can you add more to your looks and history? Also, can you bold your headers (name, etc)? Thanks :3}

[rain]

Done and done. = ]

[(aurora) of the problematique]

_Accepted