Post by CAST.AWAY;; on Aug 11, 2010 17:35:43 GMT -5
FLICK
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very intimidating she-cat. beautiful and a tease to all toms living around where she is. she absolutely loves to run, show off her fur and has a tendency to throw away toms as if they were a piece of fresh-kill. her eyes glow like venom, and her tongue is often sharper than her claws. with her flowing coat and sleek design, all toms seem to eye her, if warily so. though she is a tease, she lives alone and hunts for herself. she has rarely had company.
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who are you
name;; if you want my real name, well you'll just have to wait. just call my cast if you must.
gender;; check under my profile, it's pink for a reason
secret code;; admin edit
how you found us;; well, i made this, so if you insist, i found it.
we just met
cat's name;; her name is flick, as in a flick of her tail and they all fall down below her.
gender;; does she look male to you?
fixed;; no human has laid hands on her.
years;; a young she-cat of the age of two years.
brief;; a tease, mostly. she enjoys making others suffer. though when she is happy, the action of that is because she has either had a surprisingly decent day, or something like a male treading across her path has brightened her day. angered is usually caused by a day of little hunting, empty stomach or a very rude and annoying she-cat. sadness her worst. she ignores all voices, often snarls and attacks others and is easily very easily bothered.
there's a dagger
positives;; she is smart, thrilled at things like adventures or new hunting techniques. she is usually very easy-going if annoyed. she loves to talk, and enjoys passing rumors between cats.
negatives;; she hates she-cats just like her, and has a habit of teasing toms, often getting in trouble in the midst. she gets angered easily, and often starts fights. she dislikes having to hunt alone, even if she doesn't like company.
past style;; even as a kit, she teased the toms in her life. she had never wanted to settle down, and it is a miracle she never got pregnant with any ones kits. she kept her distance, and had little respect for her parents. her father left on a journey and never returned, her mother hated her for her annoying antics. and so forth, flick was abandoned. she learned from other lone cats how to care for herself, an in turn became skillful in multiple things. her life was traumatic, she often got into arguments that broke into fights. she annoyed others to the point she was forced to leave the are she was in. in turn she hated other cats, and always wanted to survive on her own.
personality;; after fights or arguments, she usually leaves in a very ugly mood, mostly with a scratch or scar to mark her new win. she has never killed another cat, as she feels it is wrong and very disorganized. she usually cools off later, and erupts into anguish and very lonely, yowling most of the night, cursing her parents and the others who abandoned her. her happiness is subtle, and she is very rarely very happy. but when she is, she is usually found with her tail up, eyes bright and her mouth full of fat prey. or when she finds relief in annoying a tom to the point he ran off. she is very rude as it is.
at my throat
fur style;; her fur is short, sleek and very soft. almost velvety. with her fur mostly arranged of black the rest of her pelt consists of darker browns and white marks. around her eyes are light and dark browns, with small white flecks. across her nose are thick, black marks. under her chest, and around her legs are nice white smears, as if white paint were rolled on her.
my eyes;; with her lovely almond shaped eyes and sharp gaze, she is very pretty. her eyes are her world, the window to her soul if your willing to look hard enough. a perfect shade of light green with a slight edge of brown or yellow in it, they are a very original colour, even for a cat like her.
build;; she is a very thin boned she-cat. though wiry muscles are set into her skin. she is very strong and her length is long. she it a tall cat, with thin legs. her tail gives her all the balance she needs. her build is very wiry, and is best used for speed and leaping.
scars;; thin, barely noticeable scars line around her shoulders, as that is the most common place other cats attack her. though if you look hard enough, some thin scars line around her muzzle. no birthmarks noticed.
appearance;; her build of wiry length and thin boned posture leaves her fast, and very sharp in pelt colour. her pelt is the colour of midnight, with splotches of white, light and dark brown. around her eyes, the shape of almonds and the colour of light green with a tinge of light brown and dark green. light brown marks line her eyes, and a black stripe travels up her nose. painting her chest and around her legs are bright white marks, and along her pelt are more colouring of her light and dark brown. her eyes are the window to her soul, the music of her harmony.
now you know
mother;; fern - deceased - white she-cat
father;; spot - deceased - tortoiseshell tom
siblings;; unknown - deceased
lovers;; none obvious, though possible
children;; no, but she can have kits
friends;; none, as she is angered by another cats presence
other;; none obvious
timeline;; like i said before, even as a kit she was adventurous and often getting in with the toms. though annoyed, and often a tease she did get along a little. she-cats thought she was bratty and rude. of course she was, but she didn't really care. her father left on a journey with some other cats, and never returned. her mothers rage and heartbreak drove her away. she never settled down, and all other cats hated the young tortoiseshell she-cat.
roleplay me;; a yowl of total fear erupted from the depths of the trees, it echoed from a distance, and you know something was wrong. a young, very pretty she-cat appeared from the shadows of the trees eyes blazing with rage, and slight edginess of fear. annoyance shuddered off of her pelt, overwhelming and suffocating. eyes narrowing, her yellow eyes brimming with shock. she glanced about her, as if the devil were chasing her. it was then she took off, leaping and bounding nervously over logs and whatnot. watching her, she looked scared, annoyed and very intent on leaving. it was then you heard the caterwauling of angery cats. the tortoiseshell she-cats ears pinned back and she broke out into complete sunlight. she was entering another area. this was the boundry. all she had to do was cross it. but hesitation flickered over her face.
she was being driven out of her home yet again. and this was unfamiliar to her. everything was scarily different. the feel of the gravel under her paws, the air swarming her. the yowls of cats drew nearer and she stopped long enough to be bombarded by dozens of cats. all hissing and aiming and snarling. their eyes ablaze with total hatred, flick had nothing to do other than fight back, with tooth and claw. she needed to get to safety, but how, with all the fur flying. she didn't know which way was safe, or if she could get out alive.
letting out a screech of pain and anger, she clawed furiously at the underbellies of those who were closest, squeezing out from under the writhing bodies. eyes blinded by pain, she tore over the landscape, panting with the effort. she managed to cross the border, and then came to stand in what was now her home. if unnatural or unreasonably terrifing, she would have to settle for it.
