Name: Aleah
Do you honor?: No
Age: 18 moons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Aleah is small, lithe and wiry, her lean body carrying none of the extra fat that would make it difficult to run. It is nearly impossible to discern the colour of her pelt, as it looks gray in sunlight, tan in the shade and silver on moonlit nights. It bears none of the claw marks or other scars a more experienced warrior might carry. Her small, delicately formed head rests on a slender neck. Large light-gray eyes, perfectly placed, always hold a rather flirtatious look. A small scar mars her tiny pink nose, a souvenir of her first battle. Underneath it, her whiskers are long and even. Thorn-sharp teeth and claws promise a hard time to any warrior who crosses her. Her muscular legs are just a bit too long, giving her a look reminiscent of a newborn colt. Those legs are striped with black up to her powerful haunches, where they begin to turn into spots like those of the LeopardClan cats of old. All in all, Aleah is an extremely attractive young cat, and she knows it full well!
RP Example: The night was black, and the yowls of cats, friend and foe, rang out all around Aleah. A rustle behind her alerted the young warrior to cats in that direction. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and turned. An enemy warrior stood there, a large tom scarred from many previous battles. She gulped in more air. This cat was obviously experienced in the ways of fighting, and this was her first-ever battle, her apprenticeship having happened during a rare peaceful time in the forest. Without warning, the tom sprang at her, hissing his hatred. A split second later, she too jumped, meeting him midair, clawing at his face. When they dropped to earth, he drew back. Her quick response had told him to be cautious of her. They circled, neither taking the attack, for a while. Finally the tom got tired of this waiting game and leapt, in earnest this time. She jumped backwards not a second too soon. Searing pain shot through her nose. Aleah woke slowly, the colours and sounds of the dream dissolving sluggishly around her. The pain in her nose continued, a slow, relentless throb along the scar line. It was going to rain today, then. Whenever her scar ached, it meant rain soon; she didn't know why. The humidity, maybe.
A quick look at the sky told her the day was clear for now, though still very early, before the time most cats got up. Good. That meant she could run today. Like most of her Clan, she loved to run. It helped her think. Or not think, whatever mood she was in.
She walked out of the den and from there started to pick up speed. Today she decided to take a huge loop around WindClan territory, the longest running route she'd found so far. As her body found its rhythm, her mind cleared. Loping along like this was her favourite part of the day.
She was nearing WindClan camp again. She could tell by the absence of sounds that all her Clanmates were still asleep. Upon entering the camp, she found this wasn't entirely true. One cat was up, a new warrior tom she had forgotten the name of. She grinned a wicked wolf's grin. Fresh meat.
"What's a nice-looking tom like you doing in a place like this?" she questioned sweetly.
"Well... um... this is where I live," stammered the tom. Aleah almost purred with amusement, then sighed inwardly. One sentence, and he was putty in her paws. He'd definitely failed the test...
Her attention plunged inwards. The test, as she called it, was her way of fighting back against the brainless toms in the world. When she was still quite a young apprentice, she had figured out quite quickly from the stares the toms gave her that she was attractive. As she grew older and got to know the starers, it had become apparent that they were the less intelligent cats in the Clan. The more intelligent ones, she had found, went about their business and didn't let pretty she-cats distract them from Clan duties. When she became a warrior, she had decided to kick it up a notch, and actually
try to get the mousebrains to pay attention to her. The toms who acted normally around her had passed the test. They were worthy of her attentions. So far she hadn't found any yet...
Aleah came to her senses again and realized that she had been standing, silent and motionless, in front of the young warrior for a while now. She gave him a last flirtatious glance and sauntered off.
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Australian mist
Personality: Aleah is a flirt. She will unashamedly lead on any tom who comes along, WindClan or otherwise. Mind you, she
has had some misunderstandings, flirting with toms already attached... Even so, she is quite popular with the she-cats of the Clan, who like her for her wicked sense of humour and her blunt way of stating things. Many a young she-cat has been disillusioned by the things that come out of Aleah's mouth, as many an older cat has been shocked.
Aleah is coolheaded and shrewd in battle, as far as can be told after a single one. But really, she does not enjoy the blood and gore of fighting, and would as soon avoid it.
Her reason for this aversion is that she wants to keep her looks for the toms. So far, Aleah seems intolerably superficial, a reputation she herself does everything to encourage. But sometimes, if you catch her unawares, a slip of the tongue hints at a deeper, more hidden level of intelligence...
History: Kit: As a kit, Aleah was cheerful and bounding with energy, more than making up for the absence of any littermates. That same absence ensured that she was more than a little spoiled by the resident queens, who lavished attention on her as the only kit in the nursery. Even her was really needed. So Aleah grew up happy. The only thing she missed in kithood was perhaps a lesson in sharing.
Apprentice: Aleah the apprentice never did learn to take anything seriously. Including her apprenticeship. Perhaps her frivolity was hidden boredom; her apprenticeship occured during a rare peaceful time in the forest, and she never got to fight in any battles. Still, she utterly disregarded anything her mentor told her to do, sometimes just for the sake of defiance. Once, her mentor asked her to leave the Barren Plateau. Aleah ignored him and almost got ripped apart for her pains. She listened a little better after that.
Warrior: Aleah has been a warrior for only two moons. So far, she hasn't taken it one whit more seriously than her apprenticeship. Her first battle, one against rogues, led to a scar across her nose. Even that hasn't sobered her up. Only time will tell what will...
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