Post by legendstory on Jul 19, 2009 13:38:51 GMT -5
Name:
Call me Mercury.
Clan:
I am a Loner. I'd rather not reside with the Clans.
Age:
I am roughly 10 moons.
Gender:
I am a she-cat, duh, and proud.
Physical Appearance:
An amazing looking she-cat. Mottled Black, grey, silver, and white fur, with icy, crystal blue eyes. Absolutely stunning.
>click!<
>clickeh!<
>clickness!<
>clickadee!<
>clicketh!<
>clickums!<
>clickordie!<
Personality:
First of all, Mercury is mysterious. She's a loner, who is interested in the Clans, and wonders how they can live in such a structured life. She has a very quick temper, is strong and intimidating. Her personality matches that of her name: quick to act, fast paced, and deadly when handled wrong. She despises kits, saying that they'll only tie her down, and shows no preference towards any toms she has met so far. Mercury is a very independent female that is strong, beautiful, and brave.
History:
She has no memory of her parents, and lives only in the present. All she can remember of her past is one day waking up near a burbling stream with bees buzzing in her ears. Since then, she has had very little contact with any other cats. She grew up in a very lonesome way, which has hardened and tempered her to her version of 'perfection'. When she first came in contact with the Clans, watching a group of the cats stalking imaginary lines along a dusty moor, they immediately caught her attention. Their way of life was strange; they limited themselves like kittypets in imaginary fences. Since then she has observed their way of life critically, watching them hunt and patrol in groups, meet under the light of a full moon between four great oaks, and a selected few travel to the hole-in-the-ground holding the giant light-stone. Maybe next time she sees them, she'll make actual contact...
Call me Mercury.
Clan:
I am a Loner. I'd rather not reside with the Clans.
Age:
I am roughly 10 moons.
Gender:
I am a she-cat, duh, and proud.
Physical Appearance:
An amazing looking she-cat. Mottled Black, grey, silver, and white fur, with icy, crystal blue eyes. Absolutely stunning.
>click!<
>clickeh!<
>clickness!<
>clickadee!<
>clicketh!<
>clickums!<
>clickordie!<
Personality:
First of all, Mercury is mysterious. She's a loner, who is interested in the Clans, and wonders how they can live in such a structured life. She has a very quick temper, is strong and intimidating. Her personality matches that of her name: quick to act, fast paced, and deadly when handled wrong. She despises kits, saying that they'll only tie her down, and shows no preference towards any toms she has met so far. Mercury is a very independent female that is strong, beautiful, and brave.
History:
She has no memory of her parents, and lives only in the present. All she can remember of her past is one day waking up near a burbling stream with bees buzzing in her ears. Since then, she has had very little contact with any other cats. She grew up in a very lonesome way, which has hardened and tempered her to her version of 'perfection'. When she first came in contact with the Clans, watching a group of the cats stalking imaginary lines along a dusty moor, they immediately caught her attention. Their way of life was strange; they limited themselves like kittypets in imaginary fences. Since then she has observed their way of life critically, watching them hunt and patrol in groups, meet under the light of a full moon between four great oaks, and a selected few travel to the hole-in-the-ground holding the giant light-stone. Maybe next time she sees them, she'll make actual contact...
