Mystic .x. Serenity

[(aurora) of the problematique]

trapped
locked into a state mysticsight
possessed as female
fought forever for sixty moons
held glory in serenity
birthrights are bogus warrior
kiss me, kill me

She’s not particularly large or small, but on the scale of one to ten, she’s about a seven on the scale, between medium-sized and large. She has strong limbs, which supports a bit of an intimidating expression, and her fur is thick even though it is short. She is muscular and each fiber ripples against her fur like waves against the sand. She bears a cross-shaped scar on her cheek. It has become a signal that she is something to be feared and avoided. Her thick pelt is a mix of browns and black. She is a mostly brown tabby with black bands around her legs and tail. Around her muzzle is where the sienna parts lay, but that and some extremely light-brown parts are the only sections that are of soft hues. The rest of her is all dark tones. However, there are a few patches on her legs that are light-colored but that is only in the sun. Brutal claws are hidden in these paws, the tools of assassinations and cruel fights. Mysticsight's senses are well-developed and she works hard everyday to keep them at their best. Her dark-brown ears are wide, watchful like sentries atop her head so she can sense where the next attack will come from. Her feet are nimble enough to avoid the crackling noises of fallen leaves and branches that would give away her position. They feel the vibrations of the ground and are able to carry her to prey, position, friend, or foe, and with the addition of her long whiskers, she can track successfully. Her dark-crimson nose is triangular in appearance and, while her nose is not the keenest of all animals, it can still successful scent out intruders and other objects of interest. Mysticsight's eyes, rimmed in a smothering cloak of kohl, are a particularly light green that is very nearly clear. This color darkens to a slight-ochre hue that encompasses her slitted irises.

heart to heart talk

To others:
Mysticsight's haunting and overwhelming presence gives reason for others to fear her. Her eyes bore out from the darkest night, snatching even tiny remnants of light for her eyes to shine off of. She seems to be an illusion, something you don’t see until she charges up on you and attacks you with juggernaut force. She loses interest in battles if she gets bored, which usually causes her opponent to become extremely angry at being ignored. They then attack her carelessly, only to be shut down by a firm kick or swat to the face. She leaves as quickly as she comes.

To the ones with which she follows:
She is quiet, giving off a frosty air. She cares more for the Clan as a unit, drilling everyone to be strong. In her opinion, one weak link can ruin the chain of a dynasty. She does not tolerate weakness for very long. If one of the group is hurt, she will finish the task she is given and when there is a break, then she will allow wounds to be tended to. She is nonchalant about anything but duty and the Clan, though she will give an occasional compliment to the individual members for staying strong and being brave. She does not wish for others to see her as a role model.

To the ones of higher rank:
If a high-ranked cat of another Clan wishes to meet with someone of SerenityClan, she will see to it that they are shown respect and are not harmed. She will escort and guard them unless they dishonor themselves in a way such as harming a member of the Clan or something of that nature. She is pensive most of the time.

only myself long ago

Born a loner but named like a Clan cat, Mysticsight's father, Hemlock, was the one who took care of his little girl after Mysticsight's mother, Scylla, left Hemlock and her she-kit when Mysticsight was six moons old. Despite her father’s name, he was timid and quiet, a weakling in Mysticsight’s eyes. Her mother was a much greater role model, strong enough to realize that Hemlock was a worthless piece of junk that she should have left a long time ago when he didn‘t want to be a killer anymore. Mysticsight hated her father and had no qualms ridiculing him and saying that she loved her mother best. From this hatred brewed a near-perfect replica of Scylla, only Mysticsight had, even though she despised it, a few traits of her father that she never gives credit for. The one thing she learned from Hemlock was the phrase ‘death before dishonor’ and she hated when he used it because she felt like he had lost his honor in no longer being a rogue. She never forgave her father for letting her mother leave and there were several times in her life that she ran away to go find her, only to come back to him crying. He would comfort her as always, ignoring the spiteful barbs and disrespectful tones she used around him. He tried his best to raise her, teaching her how to hunt, how to track, and, against his will, how to kill.

When Hemlock began teaching her the ways of the Clan warrior, Mysticsight began to become more and more interested in her father, realizing all along that she had underestimated him. She then remembered the times that she had always fallen to the side when she had attacked him in one of her temper tantrums. Realizing that her father could have easily killed her if he was the way he used to be, Mysticsight began to show more respect towards her father.

When he had taught her all he knew, Mysticsight left home at the age of twenty moons. It was around this time that she met a she-cat, older than she, that was patrolling her Clan's territory. Mysticsight offered to travel with the other fae and her Clan, who introduced her to SerenityClan. Mysticsight proclaimed her loyalty to SerenityClan.

homesick

Hemlock \ father
Scylla / mother

running through jasmine to the clear sky to see poison tears crash down

[lonelylove :D]

Ohhh! Meh likeh =] Accepted!

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