Post by Selosa on Oct 19, 2010 18:02:27 GMT -6
Name: Selosa
Age (In Moons): 20
Gender (Tom or She-cat): She-Cat
Gang (if any): Claw Gang
Rank (if any): Delta
Relations (Family, Mates, Kits etc.): Possible mate with Zexion
Appearance: Jet-Black she with gray flecks on her ears and tail. Her eyes are deep and blue. She has a small nick in her ear from a fight as a kit, and steel claws, as all Claw Gang cats have. She has an intimidating air around her, and is ready to kill. Many cats have doubted that, many cats have been killed.
Personality: She has an untrusting personality, she trusts few, but will trust those she does with many things. She trusts Zexion the most. She is unloyal to many, even some she trusts. But not Zexion. She is mysterious to many cats, and intimidating.
History: Selosa was born in a forest. She had a loner father, and a kittypet mother. When Selosa was born, her mother escaped her twolegs. Her father and mother cared for her until about apprentice age. One day, Selosa's Mother's twolegs came looking for her, and her father left her. Her mother and her went with the twolegs. After that, the twolegs put her in a monster, and took her to a place, where twolegs in white coats stabbed her with needles. She was never sick again. Then, on the way home, right when they were about to turn home, they didn't. The twolegs took her to the forest here, and sold her to other twolegs for some green paper. These new twolegs trained her to fight, and here she is.
Roleplay Example: Somewhere perched atop a ancient pine, lay Selosa. She was thinking, about Zexion. She had rather mixed feeling about the night-pelted tom. She felt a great respect, as he was Head Alpha. But also something deeper. She didn't know what this "deeper" might be, but it happened everytime he looked at her. She felt as if she would literally explode if he touched her. You're crazy, Selosa, interrupted her rude conscious. She puzzled a second, her train of thought in a ditch, on fire. Hmm what was I thinking... Oh well, I'm sure I'll remember it. She wondered what she was even doing atop this pine anyway. She aimed carefully, and jumped at the next limb down... Swish, CRAP! The noise, then the thought. Her tail had smacked the next bough of stupid, green needles, and knocked her off-balance. She landed rather awkwardly, half-on the branch, half-off.
Selosa fought for her balance as a small breeze picked up. Not helping...Stupid wind. After what seemed like minutes, she found herself balanced. In her struggle, her steel claws had embedded themselves into the tan-brown wood. She carefully lifted one paw, and then she was free. She continued on her descent, although much more careful.
Thump! Went the ground as Selosa's paws hit it. She sat down, and began to lick her paws. She was careful not to cut her tongue on the steel claws, that were shining in the bright sunlight above. She looked around, and saw an elm, a few mice, and of course, the swampy ground underneath her paws. She looked above, and instinctively, her eyes thinned to slits, and also noticed it was rather dark. She got up, and trotted towards her headquarters. As it came into view, she could tell it was a few minutes after curfew. Fashionably late. Chimed in her mind as she walked in.
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Age (In Moons): 20
Gender (Tom or She-cat): She-Cat
Gang (if any): Claw Gang
Rank (if any): Delta
Relations (Family, Mates, Kits etc.): Possible mate with Zexion
Appearance: Jet-Black she with gray flecks on her ears and tail. Her eyes are deep and blue. She has a small nick in her ear from a fight as a kit, and steel claws, as all Claw Gang cats have. She has an intimidating air around her, and is ready to kill. Many cats have doubted that, many cats have been killed.
Personality: She has an untrusting personality, she trusts few, but will trust those she does with many things. She trusts Zexion the most. She is unloyal to many, even some she trusts. But not Zexion. She is mysterious to many cats, and intimidating.
History: Selosa was born in a forest. She had a loner father, and a kittypet mother. When Selosa was born, her mother escaped her twolegs. Her father and mother cared for her until about apprentice age. One day, Selosa's Mother's twolegs came looking for her, and her father left her. Her mother and her went with the twolegs. After that, the twolegs put her in a monster, and took her to a place, where twolegs in white coats stabbed her with needles. She was never sick again. Then, on the way home, right when they were about to turn home, they didn't. The twolegs took her to the forest here, and sold her to other twolegs for some green paper. These new twolegs trained her to fight, and here she is.
Roleplay Example: Somewhere perched atop a ancient pine, lay Selosa. She was thinking, about Zexion. She had rather mixed feeling about the night-pelted tom. She felt a great respect, as he was Head Alpha. But also something deeper. She didn't know what this "deeper" might be, but it happened everytime he looked at her. She felt as if she would literally explode if he touched her. You're crazy, Selosa, interrupted her rude conscious. She puzzled a second, her train of thought in a ditch, on fire. Hmm what was I thinking... Oh well, I'm sure I'll remember it. She wondered what she was even doing atop this pine anyway. She aimed carefully, and jumped at the next limb down... Swish, CRAP! The noise, then the thought. Her tail had smacked the next bough of stupid, green needles, and knocked her off-balance. She landed rather awkwardly, half-on the branch, half-off.
Selosa fought for her balance as a small breeze picked up. Not helping...Stupid wind. After what seemed like minutes, she found herself balanced. In her struggle, her steel claws had embedded themselves into the tan-brown wood. She carefully lifted one paw, and then she was free. She continued on her descent, although much more careful.
Thump! Went the ground as Selosa's paws hit it. She sat down, and began to lick her paws. She was careful not to cut her tongue on the steel claws, that were shining in the bright sunlight above. She looked around, and saw an elm, a few mice, and of course, the swampy ground underneath her paws. She looked above, and instinctively, her eyes thinned to slits, and also noticed it was rather dark. She got up, and trotted towards her headquarters. As it came into view, she could tell it was a few minutes after curfew. Fashionably late. Chimed in her mind as she walked in.
Picture (Optional):