Post by lycan on Jan 14, 2008 20:05:10 GMT -5
Name: Celticknot
Gender She-Cat
Age: 14 Moons
Clan: Moonclan
Rank: Warrior
Looks: Born a radiant silvery-blue she-cat with piercing violet eyes, she grew to be a small, pretty-ish tabby with lithe yet powerful limbs and a long, fox-like tail. Her pelt is painted with the most beautiful obsidian colored stripes that give her an air of mystique. Her chin is a more white-ish tinge, much like her paws and underbelly, where the stripes fade away. Her facial features are sharply angled, flecked with white that seem to give the illusion that she has freckles. On her left flank and forehead there is a peculiar marking. On her forehead there is a bleached mark resembling the 'Celtic Knot', the same image appears on her flank, burned into her skin by the harsh two-leg tools.
Actions: Formerly arrogant and vicious, this she-cat has fallen into a pit of vanity. Thoughts revolve mostly around the way she looks, always cautious of where she steps and how lightly she treads. This all changes during battle, however. It's like a whole other side takes over. Without meaning to be, she becomes a ruthless monster Hell-Bent on battering her opponents into submission. With a temper as short and violent as hers it is pure amazement that she hasn't killed any cat in her entire life.
Her life revolves around her faith, or, perhaps superstition is a better term for it. She must be beautiful and elegant doing everything or else others will think badly of her and that could lead to undesirable actions taking place. She must NEVER look into the eyes of her fellow clan-mates for fear of seeing inside their heads. She collects the feathers from crows, for they are 'special', bringing her luck on the battlefield.
Past: As a kit, she grew up in a tender and loving family, though most of her kin had succumbed to greencough, taking their life. This made her feel as though she were unclean, having dealt with the illness herself. Her father had survived it as well, but ended up getting into the medicine cats' store of Catmint and poppyseeds to prevent himself from coming down with it again, but ended up wandering off into the territory. He was found three days later at the base of a tree, splayed out in a pool of his fluids, having been intoxicated by effect of the combined herbs, he'd smashed his head against the trunk until dead, a rather shameful death.
At apprentice age, then known as Silverpaw, was taken captive by abusive two-legs. Eventually she'd escaped, but only a day after they had scarred her permanently. They had bleached the beautiful M shape on her forehead away in the shape of something they'd referred to as a "Celtic Knot", something that didn't make sense to her at all. They'd taken a bigger one and stuck it in fire until it was red before pressing it into her flesh, burning it there into a scar.
She returned to camp only to find she had been believed dead. They gave her the warrior name Silvercloud, but nobody could take their eyes off the marks that the two-legs had left in her. When asked what they were or if she knew what they meant she responded with "They are something called a 'Celtic Knot', they won't go away." After a while, she'd gotten used to them, but could never shed them from her body. Trying to find some dignity in it, she went to the leader and plead that they rename her Celticknot. This was a mere two moons ago, she's trying to get used to the change.
In Character: {Mus I enter one of these? If I Really have to then I suppose I will edit it into it, but I'm sick of writing this. You've seen my examples before. XP}
Relationships/Kin: N/A
Other: N/A
(apart from auditions).
