Post by Chaos on Jun 2, 2006 22:31:04 GMT -5
Name: Chaos
Do you honor?: No! Ihate StarClan!
Age: 17 moons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Chaos has a well-defined head with a small dark-grey nose and a strong jaw. The only feature that mars its beauty is a small scar running across her left ear. She is soot-gray all over, except for pitch-black stockings on her left forefoot and right hind foot and a black splotch on the tip of her tail. Her wiry body is made to order for hunting and fighting. Chaos looks like a very pretty, happy young cat, unless you happen to get a glimpse at the rage that often fills her amber eyes. Toms, especially, make the mistake of judging her by her looks. They learn quickly of their folly.
RP Example: "Do you want to... uh... go for a walk with me?" Stupid question. But then it had been asked by a stupid cat. She had been watching the lovesick idiot in question, Moth, for a while now. She had hoped he would ask. It was her pleasure to refuse. "Not on my life! Not on your life, either. Not if you were the last cat on Earth. Get lost, you moron!" Love was a trick nature played to get cats to reproduce. She would have no part of it. Chaos prowled angrily through the center of camp, watching the other cats share tongues. She wasn't envious, she told herself. Sharing tongues meant nothing to her, nothing. She was Chaos, and needed nocat! As she stalked haughtily past them, she caught a glimpse of amber eyes, so dark they were almost black, and memory flooded her.
Chaos was six-and-a-half moons old again. A mere apprentice, though she didn't think apprenticeship trivial at the time. She was on the border of ShadowClan territory, waiting. She didn't have to wait long. A large dark-gray tom snaked out of the shadows in front of her, whispering, "My kit. My daughter. Come to me."
Chaos came. She didn't exactly have a choice. Her father nuzzled her and said, "You look just like me. Devilishly attractive. Did you know I once had seven queens going at once? Actually, your mother was one of them."
Chaos stared incredulously into his eyes for a long moment. Her father, the one cat left in the world that she trusted, going around with queens other than her mother? She didn't know what to think. Finally she hissed, "I refuse to see you ever again!" Her father's dark yellow eyes burned with a frightening rage, a rage that was often echoed after in Chaos' own face. The anger in his eyes held her for only a split second, though it felt like longer, before Chaos could turn and run. Just in time. A savage pawswipe that surely would have crippled, if not killed her missed her. But not completely. She felt a searing pain in her left ear, where one of her father's claws had caught it. She ran, not daring to look behind her, vowing as she went never to speak of her father again. Chaos blinked to clear her head, to forget the frightening past. She had learned her lesson. Toms were not to be trusted.
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Chartreux
Personality: Twisted. Lonely. Distrustful. These are the words that describe Chaos best. She inherited her love of fighting from her mother, and her pigheadedness from her father, though she would never deign to admit that. Chaos is a tom-hater. This is probably because her father abused her the few times she saw him as a kit, but nobody can really fathom the dark tangles of her mind. Nocat really wants to try, either. She doesn't trust female cats, either. As a matter of fact, she trusts nocat. Trust gives another cat power to harm you.
History: Chaos has a twisted history. Her mother, Darkleaf, the only cat she ever trusted, died in an inferno. Chaos blamed StarClan for the fire and has hated them ever since. Her father, whose name she has sworn never to speak, is a loner, still alive as far as she knows. She only saw him a few times as a kit. When she became an apprentice, she refused to see him anymore.
When Darkleaf, Chaos' mother, was still living, she worried about Chaos a lot. Even as a very young kit Chaos was beginning to show anger and resentment towards the world. Darkleaf worried Chaos would have trouble fitting into the Clan life. She was right. Chaos became a warrior when she was 15 moons old, an extremely long apprenticeship time. This is because her mentor wasn't sure she could keep her temper well enough to be trusted as a warrior of ShadowClan. The situation never really improved, but they decided to make her a warrior anyways. The long apprenticeship stint did nothing to improve Chaos' anger issues; she just added her mentor to the long list of cats she hates.
Chaos doesn't know this yet, but her father had a kit by another of his queens, Darkleaf, now Chaos' half-sister. ((OCC: planning to meet each other soon))
Codewords: Que tengas suerte, Masked
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Do you honor?: No! Ihate StarClan!
Age: 17 moons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Chaos has a well-defined head with a small dark-grey nose and a strong jaw. The only feature that mars its beauty is a small scar running across her left ear. She is soot-gray all over, except for pitch-black stockings on her left forefoot and right hind foot and a black splotch on the tip of her tail. Her wiry body is made to order for hunting and fighting. Chaos looks like a very pretty, happy young cat, unless you happen to get a glimpse at the rage that often fills her amber eyes. Toms, especially, make the mistake of judging her by her looks. They learn quickly of their folly.
RP Example: "Do you want to... uh... go for a walk with me?" Stupid question. But then it had been asked by a stupid cat. She had been watching the lovesick idiot in question, Moth, for a while now. She had hoped he would ask. It was her pleasure to refuse. "Not on my life! Not on your life, either. Not if you were the last cat on Earth. Get lost, you moron!" Love was a trick nature played to get cats to reproduce. She would have no part of it. Chaos prowled angrily through the center of camp, watching the other cats share tongues. She wasn't envious, she told herself. Sharing tongues meant nothing to her, nothing. She was Chaos, and needed nocat! As she stalked haughtily past them, she caught a glimpse of amber eyes, so dark they were almost black, and memory flooded her.
Chaos was six-and-a-half moons old again. A mere apprentice, though she didn't think apprenticeship trivial at the time. She was on the border of ShadowClan territory, waiting. She didn't have to wait long. A large dark-gray tom snaked out of the shadows in front of her, whispering, "My kit. My daughter. Come to me."
Chaos came. She didn't exactly have a choice. Her father nuzzled her and said, "You look just like me. Devilishly attractive. Did you know I once had seven queens going at once? Actually, your mother was one of them."
Chaos stared incredulously into his eyes for a long moment. Her father, the one cat left in the world that she trusted, going around with queens other than her mother? She didn't know what to think. Finally she hissed, "I refuse to see you ever again!" Her father's dark yellow eyes burned with a frightening rage, a rage that was often echoed after in Chaos' own face. The anger in his eyes held her for only a split second, though it felt like longer, before Chaos could turn and run. Just in time. A savage pawswipe that surely would have crippled, if not killed her missed her. But not completely. She felt a searing pain in her left ear, where one of her father's claws had caught it. She ran, not daring to look behind her, vowing as she went never to speak of her father again. Chaos blinked to clear her head, to forget the frightening past. She had learned her lesson. Toms were not to be trusted.
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Chartreux
Personality: Twisted. Lonely. Distrustful. These are the words that describe Chaos best. She inherited her love of fighting from her mother, and her pigheadedness from her father, though she would never deign to admit that. Chaos is a tom-hater. This is probably because her father abused her the few times she saw him as a kit, but nobody can really fathom the dark tangles of her mind. Nocat really wants to try, either. She doesn't trust female cats, either. As a matter of fact, she trusts nocat. Trust gives another cat power to harm you.
History: Chaos has a twisted history. Her mother, Darkleaf, the only cat she ever trusted, died in an inferno. Chaos blamed StarClan for the fire and has hated them ever since. Her father, whose name she has sworn never to speak, is a loner, still alive as far as she knows. She only saw him a few times as a kit. When she became an apprentice, she refused to see him anymore.
When Darkleaf, Chaos' mother, was still living, she worried about Chaos a lot. Even as a very young kit Chaos was beginning to show anger and resentment towards the world. Darkleaf worried Chaos would have trouble fitting into the Clan life. She was right. Chaos became a warrior when she was 15 moons old, an extremely long apprenticeship time. This is because her mentor wasn't sure she could keep her temper well enough to be trusted as a warrior of ShadowClan. The situation never really improved, but they decided to make her a warrior anyways. The long apprenticeship stint did nothing to improve Chaos' anger issues; she just added her mentor to the long list of cats she hates.
Chaos doesn't know this yet, but her father had a kit by another of his queens, Darkleaf, now Chaos' half-sister. ((OCC: planning to meet each other soon))
Codewords: Que tengas suerte, Masked
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