Post by .Whitey. on Dec 23, 2007 7:06:45 GMT -5
Name:
Aurora
Clan:
RogueClan (New ShadowClan)
Position:
Warrior
Age:
14 moons
Gender:
Feline (Female)
Peltage:
With soft shimmering brown fur Aurora can get mistaken for a kittypet most often. Her paws are soft and warm even against the coldest of grounds but has the quickest ways of unsheathing her claws. She has piercing blue eyes that could have been mistaken for blindness (She's an oddity of nature) The kittypet looks give her the advantage in a fight because her lush hair gives off the effect that she is normally groomed by a twoleg; which is exactly the opposite. She hates the hands of young twolegs especially and hates it when one is near because they pull and claw at her pelt which annoys her even more than getting mud through it. Her pelt is covered in flecks that stretches all the way around to her stomach (Even around her head) however she has a clear white stomach that is odd to her body. The chest is pure white almost as if she has snow plastered all over it.
Picture:
Personality:
Aurora is an enthusiastic terrorizer; she loves terrorizing the younger apprentices in RogueClan and believes that cats shouldn't have fun in a fight but should mean it. Aurora hates self-centered attention and only likes to follow orders when she knows she gets something in return... She isn't completely selfish just down-right evil and only works because she is sheltered and gets food. Its not like a life for a loner she couldn't imagine herself by herself. In battle, or training Aurora is quick enough to miss most hits and blows and is agile and sly enough to knock her enemy down because as fragile and delicate as she looks she isn't she has strong blows and bites however when she gets kicked off she doesn't have as much stamina as everyone else. As she doesn't get hit as much her body tends not to react to wounds.
She hates the idea of 'Be good for your Ancestor' or more commonly by the Clan cats as 'StarClan ' and doesn't really listen to all the commotion that flies across camp about "The leader has lost a life" Aurora isn't mistaken for her lack of sociability and chattiness... In fact, she doesn't talk to anyone at all and finds it hard not to make friends but to keep them. If you said Meet here and when she wouldn't turn up; if there was nothing in it for her why should she go? Aurora is very bloodthirsty when she wants to be and she couldn't possibly find herself in the hands (Or a nest) of a Twoleg. Kittypet life isn't for her.
She doesn't like most of the cats in her clan or more so to trust them, for what reason? She's never trusted anyone but her Leaders Touslepelt and Darkheart but even then she doesn't trust them enough because she see's Touslepelts malicious plan as a Great idea but he sees the other Rogue's expendable not that she is bothered but she still doesn't trust them.
IC:
Crystal eyes watched the busy camp. The apprentices were tousling in the corner and the Warriors were sat in the shadows, like her, getting out of the way of the morning sun. She yawned and sat lazily a cool breeze breezing over her as if she was a leaf. Aurora stood up and ever so slowly stretched her hind legs so she could start walking. She had been told to go hunting for the Clan; she supposed she would have to follow orders this time. If she gave her claws to the Clan she would get warmth and shelter in return, it was a fair deal.
Aurora padded over to the thick fresh kill pile; there wasn't much left... she'd have to get plenty if she didn't want to get nagged by the senior warriors. She circled her neck slowly as if warming up and meandered towards the thick bracken ready for her morning hunt.
It hadn't taken long to scent out a mouse; although she noticed that the ones in ShadowClan weren't as nice and plump as the ones in the other territories... Perhaps when they took over another territory she could find a nice fish or a plump woodland mouse to chew on. It took her a few more minutes to snuff the lives of a few mice and she buried them continuing onwards that she would find something other than a mouse to kill.
Luck hadn't gotten her any more mice or anything else, she decided to return to the camp perhaps next time. she thought to herself. Perhaps next time I won't have to do any of this! her selfish part of herself added in loudly. She went back to where she had left her kill and took it back to the camp.
Code:
[glow=red,2,300] Blood [/glow]
Aurora
Clan:
RogueClan (New ShadowClan)
Position:
Warrior
Age:
14 moons
Gender:
Feline (Female)
Peltage:
With soft shimmering brown fur Aurora can get mistaken for a kittypet most often. Her paws are soft and warm even against the coldest of grounds but has the quickest ways of unsheathing her claws. She has piercing blue eyes that could have been mistaken for blindness (She's an oddity of nature) The kittypet looks give her the advantage in a fight because her lush hair gives off the effect that she is normally groomed by a twoleg; which is exactly the opposite. She hates the hands of young twolegs especially and hates it when one is near because they pull and claw at her pelt which annoys her even more than getting mud through it. Her pelt is covered in flecks that stretches all the way around to her stomach (Even around her head) however she has a clear white stomach that is odd to her body. The chest is pure white almost as if she has snow plastered all over it.
Picture:
Personality:
Aurora is an enthusiastic terrorizer; she loves terrorizing the younger apprentices in RogueClan and believes that cats shouldn't have fun in a fight but should mean it. Aurora hates self-centered attention and only likes to follow orders when she knows she gets something in return... She isn't completely selfish just down-right evil and only works because she is sheltered and gets food. Its not like a life for a loner she couldn't imagine herself by herself. In battle, or training Aurora is quick enough to miss most hits and blows and is agile and sly enough to knock her enemy down because as fragile and delicate as she looks she isn't she has strong blows and bites however when she gets kicked off she doesn't have as much stamina as everyone else. As she doesn't get hit as much her body tends not to react to wounds.
She hates the idea of 'Be good for your Ancestor' or more commonly by the Clan cats as 'StarClan ' and doesn't really listen to all the commotion that flies across camp about "The leader has lost a life" Aurora isn't mistaken for her lack of sociability and chattiness... In fact, she doesn't talk to anyone at all and finds it hard not to make friends but to keep them. If you said Meet here and when she wouldn't turn up; if there was nothing in it for her why should she go? Aurora is very bloodthirsty when she wants to be and she couldn't possibly find herself in the hands (Or a nest) of a Twoleg. Kittypet life isn't for her.
She doesn't like most of the cats in her clan or more so to trust them, for what reason? She's never trusted anyone but her Leaders Touslepelt and Darkheart but even then she doesn't trust them enough because she see's Touslepelts malicious plan as a Great idea but he sees the other Rogue's expendable not that she is bothered but she still doesn't trust them.
IC:
Crystal eyes watched the busy camp. The apprentices were tousling in the corner and the Warriors were sat in the shadows, like her, getting out of the way of the morning sun. She yawned and sat lazily a cool breeze breezing over her as if she was a leaf. Aurora stood up and ever so slowly stretched her hind legs so she could start walking. She had been told to go hunting for the Clan; she supposed she would have to follow orders this time. If she gave her claws to the Clan she would get warmth and shelter in return, it was a fair deal.
Aurora padded over to the thick fresh kill pile; there wasn't much left... she'd have to get plenty if she didn't want to get nagged by the senior warriors. She circled her neck slowly as if warming up and meandered towards the thick bracken ready for her morning hunt.
It hadn't taken long to scent out a mouse; although she noticed that the ones in ShadowClan weren't as nice and plump as the ones in the other territories... Perhaps when they took over another territory she could find a nice fish or a plump woodland mouse to chew on. It took her a few more minutes to snuff the lives of a few mice and she buried them continuing onwards that she would find something other than a mouse to kill.
Luck hadn't gotten her any more mice or anything else, she decided to return to the camp perhaps next time. she thought to herself. Perhaps next time I won't have to do any of this! her selfish part of herself added in loudly. She went back to where she had left her kill and took it back to the camp.
Code:
[glow=red,2,300] Blood [/glow]
