Post by ghostcry on Oct 26, 2011 18:20:31 GMT -5
names: Ghost
gender: She-cat
age: 30 moons
clan: ThunderClan
rank: Loner/Warrior
personality: Ghost is a cat to know, as she always has been. From her birth, she's been quick witted and all too smart for her own good. Of course, this curiosity and need for adventure got her into plenty of trouble as a kit. She always drove everyone insane with it, and still can today. However, most of that wild side was when she was young. Life as a loner changed her like a rock being weathered by a storm. The hard life taught his wisdom and patience far beyond her years, and her devil-red eyes hold a calm, collected appearance and a spark of deep compassion- all hidden behind dangerous looking eyes, a sharp tongue, and a quick wit.
Needless to say, if you irk her- and not petty annoyance, but if you threaten her life, or the lives of those she loves, she will forever have a grudge. She, like a ill-fated ghost haunting a sinner, will hunt you down and kill you, even if it becomes the end of her.
appearance: Named Ghost, her name suits her appearance perfectly. She was born nearly pure white, with only a few darker markings scattering her body. However, as she grew older, the spots spread, darkened, and multiplied. Now, her entire pale body is covered in spots like a mighty wildcat's. It gives her an appearance like shadows dappling the snow, or a pale river rock, and over all, an unearthly beauty that could only be blessed to a spirit, although she is fully flesh, blood, and bone. These markings however only grace her back, sides, face, legs and tail. Her throat and underbelly are a stark white, the fur downy soft and inviting. The markings on her tail bleed into rings, and the rings finally give the end of her tail and ink-dipped appearance.
Her eyes also make you realize how true her name is. By human standards, a ghost could be many things, one of which, a bright, unearthly colour with bloody red eyes. Ghost's eyes hold a shade of red, yes, ringed and flecked with gold, orange, and yellow, giving the intelligent, intensely red eyes a layer of depth that chills most cats to the core with their severity. For those who withstand, however, there is also wisdom, compassion, and kindness in eyes that, to most, scream evil.
history:
"Mommy..."
A small voice echoed, the sound sharp and loud in the cold, barren emptiness of the alleyway.
"Daddy..."
Again, it was met with silence.
"Anyone..."
Ghost had a family at one point, her mother, her father, her siblings, they were close knit for a family of loners living off the scraps of twolegs in a dark, dirty, cold alley between two twoleg homes. Her mother, named Willow, was a luxurious, long haired cat with bright yellow eyes and a gentle nature. She loved her mother dearly- and her father, a dark egyptian mau with blazing orange eyes, named Sparrow, was her hero. Both of them had been born kittypets, and through a sick turn of events, had been abandoned. This once warm, happy life that they knew, full of love and affection, caused them to be a perfect pair, and wonderful parents to herself, and her two brothers, Frost and Shadow, a pure white tom with orange eyes and a spotted white tom with yellow eyes, were inquisitive, smart, and kind- extremely protective of their sister.
One day while off wandering, Ghost ran into a old tom. He seemed kind, gentle, even giving her a warm, juicy mouse he had caught.
"Do you like it?"
He asked as she devoured the dead prey.
"It's amazing!"
She cried out, a deep purr in her throat as he watched warmly.
"I mean, being a loner."
Ghost was confused, stopping mid bite and looking up at the tom. He his fur was patchy and torn, and he was covered in scars- but otherwise, he looked clean, carrying a scent she couldn't relate to anything she had ever known.
"Well, I don't see why not. I'm not alone, I have my parents and my brothers! And there's lots of nice cats around here... I mean, you're pretty nice!"
The tom didn't react, simply rising to his paws.
"I'd like to meet your family, little kit. Can I?
Of course, she agreed. This tom was so nice to her, why not? Ghost, however, would pay the ultimate price for this mistake. She led the tom to her home- and the tom's friends also followed without her knowing. Nearly moments after bounding happily into her home, it happened. Cats leaped, pouncing her mother, mauling her father, shredding her brothers- and before she could do anything, one had her by the scruff, flung her into the brick wall of the twoleg building, and she was out cold.
She woke up, sore and battered, laying in a pile of trash, half hidden by the filthy garbage. It was dark, the dead of night, and the only light came from the half hidden moon. She called out to her family. "Mommy? Daddy? Anyone..." But there was no one. They were dead. From this point on, Ghost knew what it meant to be a loner. Alone. She had to raise herself, and survive knowing that the reason her family was dead was her fault, no one else could be blamed. She had led the tom to them, and told them of all the others in the area- and she knew they were dead, or long gone, because she was the only cat around. She knew she was only alive still, because whoever had attacked her had no idea she had survived the blow.
She was forced to grow up quickly with the life of a loner, raise herself, feed herself, with not one mother, father, or relative of any kind to give her a helping hand. It made her into the hard willed, wise cat she is to this day, with her only friend, No one.
sample rp: See Hawkstar, or anyone else of mine for that matter.
characters: Hawkstar, Swiftpaw, Brokenjaw
c-box name: Silent
