Post by Phoenix on Sept 4, 2012 11:09:57 GMT -5
Name: Topaz
Age: 20 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: none
Rank: Loner
Picture: Here
Description: Small since birth, Topaz has not grown into a large and intimidating figure. Light orange fur covers a lean, thin frame with long legs. Darker orange stripes cross her fur, with the occasional patch of white. Her head is small and somewhat angular, the dominating features being her large eyes and ears. She has large amber eyes that compliment the lighter orange of her face very nicely, though she refuses to see any trace of beauty that might exist. Her fur usually barely passes as clean. She walks swiftly, her strides long, and she gives the impression of being in a rush.
Description Summary: A small, orange tabby she-cat with short fur and amber eyes.
Personality:
Independent.
Topaz values her independence and freedom very highly. She can take care of herself well enough and is loathe to turn and rely on others for help, not that she ever has anyone to turn to. The feline has an inner strength that she prefers to rely on. Her confidence in her self-sufficient ways show in the way she walks, rather imperiously. She can get overconfident, at times. Despite the freedom she has, Topaz also has a considerable amount of self control. She is strict with herself, conscious of the fact that one day some lapse of self-control may cost her her life. Having grown accustomed to having space to flee or fight, Topaz finds small areas, and probably large crowds, restricting and cramped and avoids them whener possible.
Distant.
If Topaz does come into contact with other felines, she remains emotionally distant from them, sometimes coming across indifferent and cold. Her mother drilled paranoia into her, and she neither trusts strangers or wants to. However, that is not to say that she goes around insulting every cat she meets; in the contrary, she is very polite. While she knows that she is, in a sense, alone in the world, it's better to be alone with neutral cats rather than enemies. The distance she keeps also acts as a defense. Due to her parents' actions and Dawn's stories, Topaz fears falling in love, or even befriending a cat. Because befriending someone meant that she cared about them, and it gave them the power to hurt her. She fears what might happen.
Blunt.
Topaz is not one to sugar-coat the truth. While she may conceal her true feelings from a cat out of courtesy, she does not do so with herself. She knows that a family is almost impossible, should she ever want one, for she dislikes toms. She knows that she is not a very pretty cat, and that had it been her choice, she would have picked the brown fur that Oak had apparently had, out of practicality. She knows her fears, and she will admit only to the smallest, most secret part of her mind that she is lonely.
Survivor.
Ultimately, she is a determined she-cat, who believes she can endure anything life throws at her. And for the most part, she can. She is competent with her skills, though she shows no particular natural in anything. She has walls set up against other cats which she believes are impervious to every cat. For the most part, her mind is set on surviving. Her quality of life doesn't have to be amazing as long as she is living.
History:
Dawn and Oak were two completely different cats, yet they found each other. Dawn was stoic, cold and distant; Oak, on the other hand, was energetic, immature and reckless. Dawn would later say that she loved Oak's energy and optimism, that it was refreshing from the life she led. They were young. They fell in love, and Dawn became pregnant. What should have been a happy time for the two loners became the start of a slow end. They fought, they fell out of love. Dawn quelled her pride and asked Oak to stay, for the kits. Reluctantly, the brown tom agreed.
The birth was hard, and it produced three small, sickly looking kits. Two toms and a she-cat. The oldest tom was a completely brown tom, almost a carbon copy of his father. had brown and white fur. The second was the she-cat, a light orange feline and a mix between Dawn and her father. The youngest was a mix of his parent's pelts, for he had brown and white fur. Like everything else, the pair fought over names. Finally, they decided on Mink, Topaz and Elder, for Oak had wanted to continue his family's tradition of naming at least one kit after a tree.
As the kits grew, the rift between Dawn and Oak became wider, and the fights more frequent. Oak threatened to take the kits and leave, once they were weaned. The she-cat had never thought he would follow through with his statement, assuming that it was bravado. But he did; she had gone off to make dirt and left the kits under his watch. When she returned shortly after, the three toms were gone, Oak, Mink, and Elder, and Topaz was safely resting in the den.
And so, Dawn became Topaz's only caretaker. The younger feline grew up completely under her mother's influence and adopted Dawn's view of the world without any question. Dawn wanted her remaining kit to be strong and independant, and taught Topaz from a young age that the world was a harsh place, and she couldn't rely on anyone but herself for help. Like a sponge, Topaz soaked up and understood everything her mother fed her without question. And Dawn taught her about everything she could, from toms to fighting to death.
Topaz grew up idolizing her mother and completely devoted to her. Never did she think that what her mother told her would ever apply to Dawn herself. Which was why the badger attack startled her so. It had gone after Dawn, and the two she-cat found themselves fighting it after the initial surprise wore off. Finally, they chased it off. Dawn was in bad shape. More nimble than her older mother, Topaz had suffered less damage as she slashed at the beast. Dawn took one look at herself, at her bleeding cuts and wounds, and knew that the smell of blood would attract other predators. She knew that her daughter would not fare nearly as well in a second fight. So she did the only thing she could. She attacked Topaz.
Startled, Topaz only watched as her mother, in a seemingly sudden fit of madness, launched herself at her. Confusion clouded her tired mind, but she dodged. Was this what betrayal felt like? What was Dawn doing? Despite her wounded state, Dawn kept up a fairly steady barrage of attacks, and Topaz, who did not want to hurt her mother further, fled from the scene. Pawsteps sounded behind her as her mother pursued her, though at a slower pace. After a short time, they faded completely, but Topaz was no longer in control of her limbs. They ran on without her consent, and she could not find the will to stop and turn around.
Finally slowing, Topaz had climbed a small tree and settled on a branch. Exhaustion overcame her. Since then, she has been alone. She does not know the fate of her mother, though she has trained herself to view her mother as dead. The other option was less painful. Having been in the company of another cat for her whole life, she found solitude lonely and the quiet deafening. But she adjusted. She knows about the clan cats but avoids their territories as best she can.
Other:
Mother: Dawn
Father: Oak
Brothers: Mink and Elder
Age: 20 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: none
Rank: Loner
Picture: Here
Description: Small since birth, Topaz has not grown into a large and intimidating figure. Light orange fur covers a lean, thin frame with long legs. Darker orange stripes cross her fur, with the occasional patch of white. Her head is small and somewhat angular, the dominating features being her large eyes and ears. She has large amber eyes that compliment the lighter orange of her face very nicely, though she refuses to see any trace of beauty that might exist. Her fur usually barely passes as clean. She walks swiftly, her strides long, and she gives the impression of being in a rush.
Description Summary: A small, orange tabby she-cat with short fur and amber eyes.
Personality:
Independent.
Topaz values her independence and freedom very highly. She can take care of herself well enough and is loathe to turn and rely on others for help, not that she ever has anyone to turn to. The feline has an inner strength that she prefers to rely on. Her confidence in her self-sufficient ways show in the way she walks, rather imperiously. She can get overconfident, at times. Despite the freedom she has, Topaz also has a considerable amount of self control. She is strict with herself, conscious of the fact that one day some lapse of self-control may cost her her life. Having grown accustomed to having space to flee or fight, Topaz finds small areas, and probably large crowds, restricting and cramped and avoids them whener possible.
Distant.
If Topaz does come into contact with other felines, she remains emotionally distant from them, sometimes coming across indifferent and cold. Her mother drilled paranoia into her, and she neither trusts strangers or wants to. However, that is not to say that she goes around insulting every cat she meets; in the contrary, she is very polite. While she knows that she is, in a sense, alone in the world, it's better to be alone with neutral cats rather than enemies. The distance she keeps also acts as a defense. Due to her parents' actions and Dawn's stories, Topaz fears falling in love, or even befriending a cat. Because befriending someone meant that she cared about them, and it gave them the power to hurt her. She fears what might happen.
Blunt.
Topaz is not one to sugar-coat the truth. While she may conceal her true feelings from a cat out of courtesy, she does not do so with herself. She knows that a family is almost impossible, should she ever want one, for she dislikes toms. She knows that she is not a very pretty cat, and that had it been her choice, she would have picked the brown fur that Oak had apparently had, out of practicality. She knows her fears, and she will admit only to the smallest, most secret part of her mind that she is lonely.
Survivor.
Ultimately, she is a determined she-cat, who believes she can endure anything life throws at her. And for the most part, she can. She is competent with her skills, though she shows no particular natural in anything. She has walls set up against other cats which she believes are impervious to every cat. For the most part, her mind is set on surviving. Her quality of life doesn't have to be amazing as long as she is living.
History:
Dawn and Oak were two completely different cats, yet they found each other. Dawn was stoic, cold and distant; Oak, on the other hand, was energetic, immature and reckless. Dawn would later say that she loved Oak's energy and optimism, that it was refreshing from the life she led. They were young. They fell in love, and Dawn became pregnant. What should have been a happy time for the two loners became the start of a slow end. They fought, they fell out of love. Dawn quelled her pride and asked Oak to stay, for the kits. Reluctantly, the brown tom agreed.
The birth was hard, and it produced three small, sickly looking kits. Two toms and a she-cat. The oldest tom was a completely brown tom, almost a carbon copy of his father. had brown and white fur. The second was the she-cat, a light orange feline and a mix between Dawn and her father. The youngest was a mix of his parent's pelts, for he had brown and white fur. Like everything else, the pair fought over names. Finally, they decided on Mink, Topaz and Elder, for Oak had wanted to continue his family's tradition of naming at least one kit after a tree.
As the kits grew, the rift between Dawn and Oak became wider, and the fights more frequent. Oak threatened to take the kits and leave, once they were weaned. The she-cat had never thought he would follow through with his statement, assuming that it was bravado. But he did; she had gone off to make dirt and left the kits under his watch. When she returned shortly after, the three toms were gone, Oak, Mink, and Elder, and Topaz was safely resting in the den.
And so, Dawn became Topaz's only caretaker. The younger feline grew up completely under her mother's influence and adopted Dawn's view of the world without any question. Dawn wanted her remaining kit to be strong and independant, and taught Topaz from a young age that the world was a harsh place, and she couldn't rely on anyone but herself for help. Like a sponge, Topaz soaked up and understood everything her mother fed her without question. And Dawn taught her about everything she could, from toms to fighting to death.
Topaz grew up idolizing her mother and completely devoted to her. Never did she think that what her mother told her would ever apply to Dawn herself. Which was why the badger attack startled her so. It had gone after Dawn, and the two she-cat found themselves fighting it after the initial surprise wore off. Finally, they chased it off. Dawn was in bad shape. More nimble than her older mother, Topaz had suffered less damage as she slashed at the beast. Dawn took one look at herself, at her bleeding cuts and wounds, and knew that the smell of blood would attract other predators. She knew that her daughter would not fare nearly as well in a second fight. So she did the only thing she could. She attacked Topaz.
Startled, Topaz only watched as her mother, in a seemingly sudden fit of madness, launched herself at her. Confusion clouded her tired mind, but she dodged. Was this what betrayal felt like? What was Dawn doing? Despite her wounded state, Dawn kept up a fairly steady barrage of attacks, and Topaz, who did not want to hurt her mother further, fled from the scene. Pawsteps sounded behind her as her mother pursued her, though at a slower pace. After a short time, they faded completely, but Topaz was no longer in control of her limbs. They ran on without her consent, and she could not find the will to stop and turn around.
Finally slowing, Topaz had climbed a small tree and settled on a branch. Exhaustion overcame her. Since then, she has been alone. She does not know the fate of her mother, though she has trained herself to view her mother as dead. The other option was less painful. Having been in the company of another cat for her whole life, she found solitude lonely and the quiet deafening. But she adjusted. She knows about the clan cats but avoids their territories as best she can.
Other:
Mother: Dawn
Father: Oak
Brothers: Mink and Elder