Wisp, rouge, she-cat

[starrunner]

Name: Wisp
Age: 22 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Rogue
Rank: None
Eye Color: green
Picture:
Appearance:

Wisp is a drop dead gorgeous silver, long fured she-cat with a brown stripe going from her head down her back. She has a scar on the back of one of her legs from falling from a tree as a kit. Her green eyes tend to seam like looking right through you.

Personality:

Likes: being alone, picking fights with weak toms (which is rare), climbing

Dislikes: the smell of the thunderpath, being second best, clingy cats, her mother little compassion for her and her brothers, water

Wisp is a strong willed and brave she-cat. She has the capability of being deep at times. She also is heartless to those she doesn’t like and is not afraid to defend herself. She has an undying compassion for kits and tends to be her weakness. She is loving and compasionate of her friends.

History:

Since birth Wisp never tend to see the good side of things of life. When she met the rare queens who walk with her mate and tiny kits, she envied the tiny kits. As for her own father, he had known they were a mistake, taking off before they were born. Their mother gave no care either but was not to abandon them, at least not yet.

By the age of 7 moons, she had a talent to climb the tall oaks that lay around the small clearing. Her brothers also tried to but in the end she would always make it further than them. She thought she could do anything which made her live up to her words. She climbed to the top of an old pine, finding a faulty branch and falling to her almost death. She broke her leg and three ribs.

At age 9 moons, she still was a bit of a crimple, able to run and hunt her legs were still soar. Her brothers were growing to large toms, out sizing her with muscles. Her favorite brother was Clay, the only different one of the group with his reddish brown fur. He was always the protector of the group, mostly in time of absent when their mother went off with her unknown new mate. One day when Mist brought back her new mate, Clay found the tom a threat. The smell of steal cat blood came from the tom’s pelt.

Clay fought and fought with everything he knew. He blinded the tom in one eye but in the end Clay lost. Killed in a puddle in blood, the new tom now had the feel for bloodshed on his claws. “Who next?” he asked staring at Scale. Their mother had just sat back watching the death of her kits. Scale ran along with Delta out the clear into the dense woods. Wisp took her own route the other way until she couldn’t smell the scent of her brother blood no more. She never knew what happen to her brothers but she had a feeling Scale was dead from he never was a fast runner.

Now she lives in a small hole in the roots of an oak. Easy prey was there and all access to the tree. She meets up with rouges all the time and still ask about her brothers but never found out if they are alive. She would say she now had a better life but it wasn’t the life she had planned.

RP Example:

Other: none
Number of Cats: 5 i thinks.....

[Smokey]

Coolio! Clay sounded like the bomb.
Accepted

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