Post by Shadepelt on May 31, 2006 18:08:04 GMT -5
Name: Mystery
Do you honor?: No
Age: 18 moons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Mystery's eyes are as her name states, mysterious. They are full of knowing, experience, pain, and emotion. They are coloured a dark olive green, one being slightly darker then the other. She has a white belly, and front legs, throat, and a little dash of white between her eyes. Her hind-quarters are covered with a blanket of ginger fur, with a dash of grey here and there. The ginger and grey continues up her back, and up her neck onto her head. Most of her head is grey, but around her eyes is a striking rusty-red colour, bringing out the green in her eyes. Her nose is a light pink, and one nostril is rimmed by black skin. Her legs are long, and wrapped in tough, strong muscle, and her hind-quarters are very thick as well. Mystery's tail is quite long, and thick. Black tipped and a mix of grey and ginger once again, it brings all her colours together.
RP Example: Mystery is the first step to confustion, and confusion is the first step to chaos. Mystery lived off chaos, yet her name represented only the first step to the dark, never ending chaos that she longed to feel. The darkness would envelop her, twisting her soul, blackening her mind. Without chaos, she was an empty shell, waiting to be filled with sweet, yet bitter darkness. In her dreams, chaos ruled, and she was the bringer of it. Sending cats scattering when her eyes bored into their hearts, infecting them with evil. But dreams were not reality, and every morning Mystery would awake, longing to fall into her dreams once more, and never wake up.
This was one such morning, the sun broke out of the clouds, and exploded into a firey ball of fire, sending hot, sticky rays of light down onto ShadowClan territory. The young she-cat could feel herself being sucked out of the darkness of sleep, and into the light of the awaking world. She awoke with a snarl, the sun buring her eyes. Lifting her long, mejestic legs from under her, she stood up, and began to groom herself. With long licks down her side, she flattened her fur, and cleaned her paws. As she heard the other cats around her begin to wake, she slipped out of the warriors den. She didn't need the company of other cats.
She skirted around the edge of camp, staying as far away from any cat as possible. She trotted around to the fresh-kill pile, and chose a crow. This made her feel better. Crows were black, trickster birds. She quite liked them. Padding away to the darkest corner of the clearing, she sat down, and began to tear apart the crow. As she chewed the tender meat, she looked at the other cats, sharing tongues.
A strange, forgien feeling swept over her. Fear? Bitterness? Irritation? No, lonelyness. Mystery scowled, she hated being lonely, a cat like her didn't need friends, yet she did. All living creatures did, and she lacked it more then any cat. The feeling began to get stronger, and Mystery lay down in the shade, and rested her weary head on her paws. She closed her eyes greedily, hoping to slip back into her dreams, the only place she was truly happy.
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Unknown
Personality: Twisted, complex, lonley. These are some of the words that best discribe Mystery. She is a dreamer, and in her dreams she wrecks havoc among the masses. She likes to mislead, and trick other cats, and is very unlikable. Yet she is ever so lonely. She seeks a friend, but she dosn't like to show it. Being very proud, she thinks being lonely would show she was soft, weak, like an over-fed kittypet. Mystery is very hard to understand, she's a complex indavidual. No one has yet figured her out, and if someone did, no doubt they would turn tail, never wanting to see her again. Full of anger that no one will accept her, Mystery has been known to be more vicious then usual, which is dangerous for any cat.
History: Mystery's history has been lost, for she wasn't always in ShadowClan. One day a heavily pregnant Rouge showed up in ShadowClan, begging for shelter, and a safe place to kit. ShadowClan let her in, and let her stay in the nursery. After the Rouge had kitted, all were born dead exept for one kit, Mystery. Growing up with no siblings was hard, as no cat wanted to be friends with such a dark, insane kit. Mystery's mother was the only friend she had. One day in New-Leaf, her mother died from being hit by a monster, leaving Mystery alone. She was detirmined to fit in ShadowClan, even though she didn't believe in StarClan. She did evantually, after long, hard moons of work as a Apprentice, she finally became a Warrior. Proving her skills wasn't hard, Mystery is an exeptional hunter, full of stealth, and never shows mercy to the kill.
Codewords: Que tengas suerte! Masked
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Do you honor?: No
Age: 18 moons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Mystery's eyes are as her name states, mysterious. They are full of knowing, experience, pain, and emotion. They are coloured a dark olive green, one being slightly darker then the other. She has a white belly, and front legs, throat, and a little dash of white between her eyes. Her hind-quarters are covered with a blanket of ginger fur, with a dash of grey here and there. The ginger and grey continues up her back, and up her neck onto her head. Most of her head is grey, but around her eyes is a striking rusty-red colour, bringing out the green in her eyes. Her nose is a light pink, and one nostril is rimmed by black skin. Her legs are long, and wrapped in tough, strong muscle, and her hind-quarters are very thick as well. Mystery's tail is quite long, and thick. Black tipped and a mix of grey and ginger once again, it brings all her colours together.
RP Example: Mystery is the first step to confustion, and confusion is the first step to chaos. Mystery lived off chaos, yet her name represented only the first step to the dark, never ending chaos that she longed to feel. The darkness would envelop her, twisting her soul, blackening her mind. Without chaos, she was an empty shell, waiting to be filled with sweet, yet bitter darkness. In her dreams, chaos ruled, and she was the bringer of it. Sending cats scattering when her eyes bored into their hearts, infecting them with evil. But dreams were not reality, and every morning Mystery would awake, longing to fall into her dreams once more, and never wake up.
This was one such morning, the sun broke out of the clouds, and exploded into a firey ball of fire, sending hot, sticky rays of light down onto ShadowClan territory. The young she-cat could feel herself being sucked out of the darkness of sleep, and into the light of the awaking world. She awoke with a snarl, the sun buring her eyes. Lifting her long, mejestic legs from under her, she stood up, and began to groom herself. With long licks down her side, she flattened her fur, and cleaned her paws. As she heard the other cats around her begin to wake, she slipped out of the warriors den. She didn't need the company of other cats.
She skirted around the edge of camp, staying as far away from any cat as possible. She trotted around to the fresh-kill pile, and chose a crow. This made her feel better. Crows were black, trickster birds. She quite liked them. Padding away to the darkest corner of the clearing, she sat down, and began to tear apart the crow. As she chewed the tender meat, she looked at the other cats, sharing tongues.
A strange, forgien feeling swept over her. Fear? Bitterness? Irritation? No, lonelyness. Mystery scowled, she hated being lonely, a cat like her didn't need friends, yet she did. All living creatures did, and she lacked it more then any cat. The feeling began to get stronger, and Mystery lay down in the shade, and rested her weary head on her paws. She closed her eyes greedily, hoping to slip back into her dreams, the only place she was truly happy.
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Unknown
Personality: Twisted, complex, lonley. These are some of the words that best discribe Mystery. She is a dreamer, and in her dreams she wrecks havoc among the masses. She likes to mislead, and trick other cats, and is very unlikable. Yet she is ever so lonely. She seeks a friend, but she dosn't like to show it. Being very proud, she thinks being lonely would show she was soft, weak, like an over-fed kittypet. Mystery is very hard to understand, she's a complex indavidual. No one has yet figured her out, and if someone did, no doubt they would turn tail, never wanting to see her again. Full of anger that no one will accept her, Mystery has been known to be more vicious then usual, which is dangerous for any cat.
History: Mystery's history has been lost, for she wasn't always in ShadowClan. One day a heavily pregnant Rouge showed up in ShadowClan, begging for shelter, and a safe place to kit. ShadowClan let her in, and let her stay in the nursery. After the Rouge had kitted, all were born dead exept for one kit, Mystery. Growing up with no siblings was hard, as no cat wanted to be friends with such a dark, insane kit. Mystery's mother was the only friend she had. One day in New-Leaf, her mother died from being hit by a monster, leaving Mystery alone. She was detirmined to fit in ShadowClan, even though she didn't believe in StarClan. She did evantually, after long, hard moons of work as a Apprentice, she finally became a Warrior. Proving her skills wasn't hard, Mystery is an exeptional hunter, full of stealth, and never shows mercy to the kill.
Codewords: Que tengas suerte! Masked
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