Post by Fernpaw on May 26, 2006 9:14:47 GMT -5
Name: Maluuni
- Do you honor?: No
Age: 19 moons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: She is the odd character in her family, being the only one without a spot of black on her. In fact, she is quite the opposite. Pure white, a factor that brought her family much embarrassment, though a reason was never given. Her eyes are something she got from her mother, as they are perfect amber, not a flicker of any another color. Currently, they seem to focus on nothing, due to an accident when she was younger. The pupils never react to light, nor do they show signs of helping her in the darkness. The always hold a glazed look to them, like she is lost deep in thought.
She is smaller than she should've been as well, standing a good three inches shorter than most females her age. Despite this, she is still extremely well muscled. Her different look, coupled with the attitude she has developed, has gotten her into a great many fights. These gave her the scars that cross her body, though her long white fur hides most. The most noticeable one is a small patch at the base of her tail that is missing fur.
RP Example: (This is before she came into WindClan) Snow white paws crunched the snow under them, feeling the cold burn through her thick coat. She had heard word that this place was filled with snow that you couldn't even see through at this time of year. So much snow it blinded everyone, making it so they couldn't see two steps in front of them. Of course, that was no problem for her. Maluuni couldn't even see in the brightest sun, so this was just like every other place, minus the cold and the ice. But those were nothing compared to the fact that this could be her safe haven. At least until the snow stopped, when others would probably venture here for hunting. She should have a fairly good idea of how the land was laid out by then, though.
She paused when she came to a change in the scents. Clan lands, obviously. Sensing she wouldn't be welcomed, she turned and fled to a spot where the snow would hit her less. Not that she had found one by the time she changed her mind. In fact, the cat had barely made it ten steps before she let out a yowl, calling to warn others of her location. She wasn't in a sour mood, as the warning might say. She just didn't wish for many to come see her now. Not that she really believed she be avioded, just due to a little yowl. Well, she'd just have to wait and see what happened.
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Unknown
Personality: She normally remains quite nice and calm when around others, trying her hardest to mask her sarcasm and temper. However, one wrong word, and she will not hesitate to attack, so long as they hold no ranking in a pack. She knows that she has a disadvantage against everyone else, and this leads her to be rather sad when she believes she is alone. Due to common rejections from her first Clan, far in the north, she generally keeps to herself whenever possible. But her lost fights and long lost family has left it's marks. Any sign of the conversation around her moving to family and she is gone. Her heart was carefully placed where it was much easier to pretend she never had a family, and so, if she can't get away fast enough to avoid it all together, her whole world seems to fall apart in a moment. She still keeps her past life secret to all but those closest to her, and no one has managed to get that close. So she spends most of her time sleeping, or hunting alone, having the grief over her brother grow inside her until she can't take it anymore.
History: The Clan she was born to was a bit...off. Everyone in there had at least a speck of black on them, though most were pure black. So, being the only white cat, almost no one accepted her from day one, except her brother from a litter before her. He always kept an eye on her, making sure no one caused too much trouble with her. As she grew he remained with her, swearing the only way he would leave her was death. Which, ironically, happened exactly one year after he said that, in a fight with one of the males that had been picking on Maluuni for some time. She watched as the male was thrown off a cliff, but dug his jaws into her brother's neck before he fell. That was the last time she ever saw him alive.
She failed to sleep for days, always returning to the cliff to say her apologies to her brother, for she blamed herself for his death. When she finally managed to get to sleep, the humans near them started a great fire, but she was too lost in nightmares containing monster cliffs and evil cats the size of trees to smell the smoke. It wasn't until a deer stepped right on her that she awoke, by which time the fire was too close for her to do too much. She took a leap off the cliff that had taken her brother's life, landing on a part that stuck out from the other side. She watched the fire dance at the cliff for what felt like hours, then it sent a rock flying at her. It struck her in the head, and that was the last thing she remembers of the fire.
When she woke, everything around her was extremely blurry, but a familiar voice came from behind her telling her she'd be all right. She turned and could just make out the shape of her brother, though he was even blurrier than the things around him. Before she had time to act on her joy, he told her he was in fact dead, and had come back to watch over her for a short while. She would be completely blind soon, and he'd have to teach her to hunt, and fight, despite her disability. And he did just that for the next two years. In that time she joined another Clan, but was kicked out when they found out she could no longer see. She decided to remain a loner, once her brother left her. When he did leave her, she stumbled south, until she came into the RiverClan camp. They accepted her, even with her disability.
*Codewords: Que tergas suerte, Masked
- Do you honor?: No
Age: 19 moons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: She is the odd character in her family, being the only one without a spot of black on her. In fact, she is quite the opposite. Pure white, a factor that brought her family much embarrassment, though a reason was never given. Her eyes are something she got from her mother, as they are perfect amber, not a flicker of any another color. Currently, they seem to focus on nothing, due to an accident when she was younger. The pupils never react to light, nor do they show signs of helping her in the darkness. The always hold a glazed look to them, like she is lost deep in thought.
She is smaller than she should've been as well, standing a good three inches shorter than most females her age. Despite this, she is still extremely well muscled. Her different look, coupled with the attitude she has developed, has gotten her into a great many fights. These gave her the scars that cross her body, though her long white fur hides most. The most noticeable one is a small patch at the base of her tail that is missing fur.
RP Example: (This is before she came into WindClan) Snow white paws crunched the snow under them, feeling the cold burn through her thick coat. She had heard word that this place was filled with snow that you couldn't even see through at this time of year. So much snow it blinded everyone, making it so they couldn't see two steps in front of them. Of course, that was no problem for her. Maluuni couldn't even see in the brightest sun, so this was just like every other place, minus the cold and the ice. But those were nothing compared to the fact that this could be her safe haven. At least until the snow stopped, when others would probably venture here for hunting. She should have a fairly good idea of how the land was laid out by then, though.
She paused when she came to a change in the scents. Clan lands, obviously. Sensing she wouldn't be welcomed, she turned and fled to a spot where the snow would hit her less. Not that she had found one by the time she changed her mind. In fact, the cat had barely made it ten steps before she let out a yowl, calling to warn others of her location. She wasn't in a sour mood, as the warning might say. She just didn't wish for many to come see her now. Not that she really believed she be avioded, just due to a little yowl. Well, she'd just have to wait and see what happened.
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Unknown
Personality: She normally remains quite nice and calm when around others, trying her hardest to mask her sarcasm and temper. However, one wrong word, and she will not hesitate to attack, so long as they hold no ranking in a pack. She knows that she has a disadvantage against everyone else, and this leads her to be rather sad when she believes she is alone. Due to common rejections from her first Clan, far in the north, she generally keeps to herself whenever possible. But her lost fights and long lost family has left it's marks. Any sign of the conversation around her moving to family and she is gone. Her heart was carefully placed where it was much easier to pretend she never had a family, and so, if she can't get away fast enough to avoid it all together, her whole world seems to fall apart in a moment. She still keeps her past life secret to all but those closest to her, and no one has managed to get that close. So she spends most of her time sleeping, or hunting alone, having the grief over her brother grow inside her until she can't take it anymore.
History: The Clan she was born to was a bit...off. Everyone in there had at least a speck of black on them, though most were pure black. So, being the only white cat, almost no one accepted her from day one, except her brother from a litter before her. He always kept an eye on her, making sure no one caused too much trouble with her. As she grew he remained with her, swearing the only way he would leave her was death. Which, ironically, happened exactly one year after he said that, in a fight with one of the males that had been picking on Maluuni for some time. She watched as the male was thrown off a cliff, but dug his jaws into her brother's neck before he fell. That was the last time she ever saw him alive.
She failed to sleep for days, always returning to the cliff to say her apologies to her brother, for she blamed herself for his death. When she finally managed to get to sleep, the humans near them started a great fire, but she was too lost in nightmares containing monster cliffs and evil cats the size of trees to smell the smoke. It wasn't until a deer stepped right on her that she awoke, by which time the fire was too close for her to do too much. She took a leap off the cliff that had taken her brother's life, landing on a part that stuck out from the other side. She watched the fire dance at the cliff for what felt like hours, then it sent a rock flying at her. It struck her in the head, and that was the last thing she remembers of the fire.
When she woke, everything around her was extremely blurry, but a familiar voice came from behind her telling her she'd be all right. She turned and could just make out the shape of her brother, though he was even blurrier than the things around him. Before she had time to act on her joy, he told her he was in fact dead, and had come back to watch over her for a short while. She would be completely blind soon, and he'd have to teach her to hunt, and fight, despite her disability. And he did just that for the next two years. In that time she joined another Clan, but was kicked out when they found out she could no longer see. She decided to remain a loner, once her brother left her. When he did leave her, she stumbled south, until she came into the RiverClan camp. They accepted her, even with her disability.
*Codewords: Que tergas suerte, Masked
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