Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2016 22:31:10 GMT -5
Name: Occult
Age: 40 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: None
Rank: Loner
Picture:
Description: Despite her constant lifestyle of moving from place to place, Occult appears to be a fairly healthy feline. Her coat is thin and fine-haired, appearing rather sleek to those who gaze upon her. Her body is the typical lithe and well-muscled type that is seen in most cats that are predominantly hunters, though she seems somewhat thin compared to her clan-born neighbors. She is primarily black in pelt color, save for a small patch of snowy white fur on her chest. Her eyes are a greenish-yellow color, wide with intrigue and a certain level of intensity. All in all she doesn't appear too bad off for a loner, though one has to wonder if she could properly handle leafbare the way she is now.
Description Summary: A sleek-furred black she cat with yellow-green eyes and a small patch of white on her chest.
Personality:
Viewed by many as a strange cat, Occult does in fact fit that title quite well. Despite not being a clan cat, she does in fact believe heavily in spirits. Claiming that the dead and departed cats can even be felt in certain places, if one were to stop and allow themselves to connect with said spirits. Despite these claims, the shadowy she-cat has never really given a clear method as to how to connect with them and whenever asked, each story told is different from the last.
Of course, it might also have something to do with her soft spoken nature. This she-cat is actually quite timid and speaks in a near-whisper at almost all times, making it extremely difficult for one to hear exactly what she's saying. Even requesting her to speak up a little doesn't seem to help much, as she only raises her voice up for a moment, before unknowingly lowering it again. All in all, it can be very frustrating to talk to her, but she usually appreciates the effort anyways.
Beings that the she-cat is rather timid, she tends to stick to the shadows and prefers coming out at night. Occult has a horrible fear of conflict and does everything that she can to avoid stepping on any toes or getting onto the bad side of the clans. She figures that by coming out at night, there's less chance that she'll be spotted and attacked by clan cats, though it's worked fairly well so far, she still does her best to avoid the clan territories whenever she can, simply too terrified of coming across trouble in her travels.
History:
Banshee and Riot were the types of cats that were predicted to die early on in their lives. Not because of disease or lack of prey, but rather from their stupid decisions. They were the types of cats that always got in trouble as kits and such habits continued into their adult lives, only amplified now that they had found one another. They loved to live life on the edge and often indulged in stealing prey from the clans nearby in order to stuff their bellies, and would frequently cross borders without so much as a second thought.
So when the duo lived long enough to produce a child, it was considered a miracle. By them at least, they were ecstatic about the birth of their daughter, a cute little black kitten that looked almost exactly like her father. Yet she had a little patch of white on her chest, very much akin to Banshee's pure white, coat. They intended to raise their kitten to become a free-spirited trouble maker just like them and for the first few moons of her life, that seemed to be exactly what she would become.
Until tragedy struck, around the time she was 10 moons old. She and her parents had entered into Lightningclan territory with the intention of snapping up some prey, when along the way they encountered a lone tom with pure white fur, much like her mother's. At first, Occult was fascinated by this male and the way he seemed to move with a grace she and her parents couldn't hope to match. Then, as he neared them, claws unsheathed, it became clear that his intentions were less than pure.
She could hear her father cry out for her to run, to which she did without hesitation, turning tail and fleeing in the direction opposite the malicious male. She recalled a shriek of pain, followed by a sputtering sound shortly after she began to run, but she didn't dare to look back. Doing so would be a foolish idea, lest she wished to join her parents in the afterlife. So she did as she was told and kept on running, farther and farther away until she could run no more.
There was silence surrounding her, eerie and uncomfortable as she found a hollowed out tree with a small hole near the base that as just big enough to fit in. She quietly hid inside it and waited for someone to find her, though as she mulled over the sounds that she heard while running, realization hit her. She was alone, nobody would be coming to look for her. Tired, lonely, and afraid, the shadowy kitten cried softly to herself until she fell asleep from exhaustion.
As life went on, she did what she could to try to make her way in life. No longer carefree, but rather timid and soft spoken, afraid of what others could do to her if she stepped out of line. She does everything she can to avoid the clan cats and only crosses their borders when absolutely necessary. Somewhere along the way, she managed to convince herself of the existence of spirits, something that she holds to firmly as a way of coping with the loss of her parents. She claimed to be able to feel their presence, and has even managed to convince herself that she can, when in reality it's just a thinly veiled attempt to convince herself that she isn't completely alone.Though sometimes she swears that when she's all alone, she can feel someone there by her side. Must be nothing more than a trick of the mind.
Age: 40 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: None
Rank: Loner
Picture:
Description: Despite her constant lifestyle of moving from place to place, Occult appears to be a fairly healthy feline. Her coat is thin and fine-haired, appearing rather sleek to those who gaze upon her. Her body is the typical lithe and well-muscled type that is seen in most cats that are predominantly hunters, though she seems somewhat thin compared to her clan-born neighbors. She is primarily black in pelt color, save for a small patch of snowy white fur on her chest. Her eyes are a greenish-yellow color, wide with intrigue and a certain level of intensity. All in all she doesn't appear too bad off for a loner, though one has to wonder if she could properly handle leafbare the way she is now.
Description Summary: A sleek-furred black she cat with yellow-green eyes and a small patch of white on her chest.
Personality:
Viewed by many as a strange cat, Occult does in fact fit that title quite well. Despite not being a clan cat, she does in fact believe heavily in spirits. Claiming that the dead and departed cats can even be felt in certain places, if one were to stop and allow themselves to connect with said spirits. Despite these claims, the shadowy she-cat has never really given a clear method as to how to connect with them and whenever asked, each story told is different from the last.
Of course, it might also have something to do with her soft spoken nature. This she-cat is actually quite timid and speaks in a near-whisper at almost all times, making it extremely difficult for one to hear exactly what she's saying. Even requesting her to speak up a little doesn't seem to help much, as she only raises her voice up for a moment, before unknowingly lowering it again. All in all, it can be very frustrating to talk to her, but she usually appreciates the effort anyways.
Beings that the she-cat is rather timid, she tends to stick to the shadows and prefers coming out at night. Occult has a horrible fear of conflict and does everything that she can to avoid stepping on any toes or getting onto the bad side of the clans. She figures that by coming out at night, there's less chance that she'll be spotted and attacked by clan cats, though it's worked fairly well so far, she still does her best to avoid the clan territories whenever she can, simply too terrified of coming across trouble in her travels.
History:
Banshee and Riot were the types of cats that were predicted to die early on in their lives. Not because of disease or lack of prey, but rather from their stupid decisions. They were the types of cats that always got in trouble as kits and such habits continued into their adult lives, only amplified now that they had found one another. They loved to live life on the edge and often indulged in stealing prey from the clans nearby in order to stuff their bellies, and would frequently cross borders without so much as a second thought.
So when the duo lived long enough to produce a child, it was considered a miracle. By them at least, they were ecstatic about the birth of their daughter, a cute little black kitten that looked almost exactly like her father. Yet she had a little patch of white on her chest, very much akin to Banshee's pure white, coat. They intended to raise their kitten to become a free-spirited trouble maker just like them and for the first few moons of her life, that seemed to be exactly what she would become.
Until tragedy struck, around the time she was 10 moons old. She and her parents had entered into Lightningclan territory with the intention of snapping up some prey, when along the way they encountered a lone tom with pure white fur, much like her mother's. At first, Occult was fascinated by this male and the way he seemed to move with a grace she and her parents couldn't hope to match. Then, as he neared them, claws unsheathed, it became clear that his intentions were less than pure.
She could hear her father cry out for her to run, to which she did without hesitation, turning tail and fleeing in the direction opposite the malicious male. She recalled a shriek of pain, followed by a sputtering sound shortly after she began to run, but she didn't dare to look back. Doing so would be a foolish idea, lest she wished to join her parents in the afterlife. So she did as she was told and kept on running, farther and farther away until she could run no more.
There was silence surrounding her, eerie and uncomfortable as she found a hollowed out tree with a small hole near the base that as just big enough to fit in. She quietly hid inside it and waited for someone to find her, though as she mulled over the sounds that she heard while running, realization hit her. She was alone, nobody would be coming to look for her. Tired, lonely, and afraid, the shadowy kitten cried softly to herself until she fell asleep from exhaustion.
As life went on, she did what she could to try to make her way in life. No longer carefree, but rather timid and soft spoken, afraid of what others could do to her if she stepped out of line. She does everything she can to avoid the clan cats and only crosses their borders when absolutely necessary. Somewhere along the way, she managed to convince herself of the existence of spirits, something that she holds to firmly as a way of coping with the loss of her parents. She claimed to be able to feel their presence, and has even managed to convince herself that she can, when in reality it's just a thinly veiled attempt to convince herself that she isn't completely alone.Though sometimes she swears that when she's all alone, she can feel someone there by her side. Must be nothing more than a trick of the mind.