Tropicana

[kelsey .]

• Name:Tropicana
  
  
• Age:7 moons
  
  
• Gender:Female
  
  
• Clan:SilenceClan
  
  
• Rank:Apprentice.
  
  
• Appearance:
  
  
  Tropicana has a most unusual pelt. The base is a normal orange, common in cats. But she is spotted with huge black markings, giving her an extraordinary look of absolute beauty. Her pelt matches her attitude, unusual and rare. Her eyes are a glowing amber, reflecting a black spot on her face beautifully. Her paws are small and delicate, ones you wouldn't think belonged to a natural killer. Everything about her says soft, but she is quite the opposite. At first glance, you think kittypet. Upon knowing her, you are very scared. Her tail is a long, wispy piece of fur, covered in a black, shiny solace.
  
  
  
• Personality:
  
  A diamond in the rough, Tropic gives off the impression of a soft, helpless young cat intentionally. She knows she can get what she wants if she just fakes it. In truth, Tropic is a nasty, cold blooded killer with a heart amid a dark forest of hate and lies. And in the center of that forest is a lost cat, once good, now evil, and lonely. Her history gives her a scarring remorse unlike any seen before. Tropic is a quiet, sensitive cat, defensive for herself and those she cares for, which is not many. Watch out, Tropicana packs a nasty bite. Not only is she excellent at fighting, she can also hurt you vocally. Her skills in insults have increased over the years, making her an absolute champion. She a little comment will leave you stinging. Tropic is unusual as she is fearless, she never shows any weakness if she can help it. A hard, cold shell is what she is. It takes a while to get to the true softness.
  
  
• History:
  
  
  Born a rouge, Tropic had two sisters: Lex and Pico. Pico was the sweet, shy one of them all. Tropic and Lex were just as weak, but definitely not shy: They were the rambunctious loud type, always having fun and enjoying every minute of life. Their mom, Callie, was just as loud and exciting. Pico took after their Dad, Decode, who was a gentlemen and very serious and shy. Tropic had it made, living in a nice, secluded hollow just outside SilenceClan territory.
  
  Callie told them vicious stories of the murderous cats next door. She told them never, ever to encounter these fiends, for you'd never be seen again. Of course, kits will be kits. One day while Callie was hunting and Decode was snoozing, the three set off in search for these so called killers. They sat outside of the border for a while, and then went in.
  
  They were lost in a tangle of a dark forest, like the one described in Tropics Heart. The stumbled upon three angry SilenceClanners, fake smiles plastered on their faces and claws sharpened to a chic point. They then attacked.
  
  Tropic ran blindly back home, without Pico and Lex. Her sisters had been killed. When she got to her hollow, her parents weren't around. For three days she waited, transforming into a bubbly kit to a dark, hating killer. She decided to join SilenceClan in spite of herself, and has lived their ever since, learning the ways of a cold killer.
  
  
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