Bignose;; You comment, the claws come out.

[ambird]

Name | Bignose

Gender |She-cat

Age | 37 moons

Rank | Warrior

Clan | Stream

Beliefs | You're expecting a cat like Bignose to have morals? Pfft, she could care less. Starclan could be real, could not be. She doesn't really care. After the things she's done, she'd rather think that they're just a fairytale. But those nut-jobs up in Fogclan....urgh. Undesirable, to say the least. Don't put your faith in something that may not turn out to be what you thought it was. Rule number one of thinking of yourself before others. Bignose plays it safe, if she never believed in starry cats to begin with, she's no better or worse off than before. That philosophy is what's gotten her this far, why give it up just to 'save her soul from impending doom'. If others want to believe that load of crap, go right ahead. No one's stopping you.

Though that may be in the Warrior Code, who hasn't broken rules before? Certainly Bignose. A very wise cat she once knew told her 'rules were meant to be broken'. Why stop that kind of thinking now? If every cat followed those...suggestions right to the heart, they'd all be crazed animals who screamed at the slightest mistake. Besides, if those rules were placed, wasn't it kind of a given that they would be broken? Almighty Starclan wouldn't have placed them if they knew cats would decide to be a bit braver than just do what the grocery list of boring suggestions was. That is to say if they even existed. Bignose has never seen any proof. Who's to say the Code is even legitimate?

Parents | Mother- Sheera [NP-deceased] Father- Emerson [NP-deceased]

Siblings | Pansy [NP] Frank [NP] Scarlett [NP]

Other Kin | None.

Mate | Melvin [NP-deceased] Elkstep. [Pyro's]

Crush | ^

Kits | Dean [NP-deceased]

Apprentice/Mentor | Not yet.

Appearance | As comes from her name, she has a rather large build for a she-cat. Holliday of course has fancied this before. At a young age, she was the same size as her brother, and her parents often made the mistake of confusing the two. No one made that mistake once she told them to think before they spoke. Her hair is short-haired, and only grows slightly thick in the winter. Therefore, in the winter she can normally be found trying to hide out in warmer places of the camp. That is, until some Warrior Code worshiper comes and finds her and forces her out. Bignose's fur is dominantly white. Though, she does have various patches of brown and black alike. The patches of brown and black have a mackerel tabby pattern. Her nose sticks out from her fur, being a bright pink.

Bignose has amber eyes, and they rarely show anything. Unless you really have hurt this attractive pussy-cat, then her face hides most anything. If she's alone she doesn't care what she does, because no one can see her, right? Her whiskers are short and firm. They are a starch white, and rarely twitch in reaction to things. Emotion shows weakness, and if you don't obtain the upper-hand quick, anyone can trample on an unsuspecting cat.

Personality |

Giving you a brief explanation to Bignose, she isn't that goody-two shoes she-cat that everyone just wants to love because they're so wonderful. She has made mistakes, seen things she wished had never happened, and deep down she fears to grow close to any cat ever again. Getting together with Holliday for that short amount of time still got her on edge. She feels like a tragedy magnet. That part of her is hidden so well only a cat that really even gets to know her would learn of that fear. Throughout her life, she has learned to worry for number one. She's grown slightly cold to many, and bitter to all at times. When you've seen what she's seen, sanity just doesn't sound possible.

Sarcastic & Selfish

When it comes right down to it, Bignose isn't a nice cat. She's in things for herself, and no one else. If an opportunity arises that she can use, Bignose won't just take an inch, she'll take the whole nine yards. At a young age she had to scrape for food, and Clan life has given her more. As long as she pulls her weight, she's fed and safe. What more could a cat ask for? Once her own mate and kit had died, Bignose realized life is short. If you don't live it how you want it, then it'll pass you by as you follow what some other numbskull has planned for you. Though her sarcastic nature may just be because she wants to annoy the hell out of whoever she pleases, don't make stupid comments. If it's obvious its cold, you don't need to whine about it. Most likely, if one part of the forest is freezing their asses off, then the entire forest is definitely freezing! Complaints like that will do you no good. Some may just scoff at the apprentice who said it, but Bignose will do a bit more. As in, some sort of smart-assed remark from her, normally leaving the apprentice to rant for days. But does she care what some annoying cat thinks? I'll let you answer that one yourselves.

Silver-tongued & Poker-faced.

If Bignose was in a situation where it was life, death or living hell for the rest of her life and the only way out was through talk? She could pull it off. Granted, she loves to get dirty, in far more than one way, but if its a civilized cat you want, its a civilized cat you get.Normally, if she wants something, she can always get it. Bignose has a way with her words, and if that doesn't work...Well, feminine charms never hurt anybody, now did it? Once in StreamClan, however, almost all of the dignified toms saw right through to what she really wanted. No work. Pretty much none would stand for her to slack off. So, when she became a Clan cat, that skill was put to rest. Don't doubt for a moment it isn't there, however. Her buttons can be pushed, and she can shrug it off. Getting her out of the poker-face she wells so well is a difficult task, and only a handful of acquaintances of hers have achieved that feat. Holliday could be counted as one of these lucky few, he has his ways with the ladies. Plus, she loves her men rough and tough. He is both of those. Some jokersters like to say she should have been named Stoneface, because of her calm features. Bignose let them say what they wanted. At the end of the day she was always the one who never had to worry about stupid problems caused by a slip of the tongue, or something idiotic like that.

Tom crazy, to say the least.

At a young age our dear Bignose learned the wonders of messing around with those handsome toms. She could get them to do just about anything, as long as she had an offer just as good. As long as the tom could be good at...things. What? If she thought a tom could be an excellent suitor, why not give those sort of things a go? Not that she'd make a good mother, at all. After Holliday left, she still had that drive to meet other toms. But, at times she felt all she was using said toms. One might have same fur coloring, or have the same asshat personality. Finally, she realized she was just interested in toms that reminded her of Holliday. No guy could compete with his personality, or looks. She was resigned to the fact no cat would ever be like him, and just stayed her promiscuous self. After all, once a Kate, always a Kate. Well....until she saw some of those Clan cats strutting around. More like they trotted and...those muscles. Holliday, after that, was just sort of a fond memory.

As a final note on her lovely views on life, Bignose likes to mess with people. Being her own version of an asshat is too brilliant to pass by. So, stupid cats, watch out. Or, if she thinks you're an idiotic mouse-brain, be wary of what you say near her. She takes pity on no cat, whoever you are. When it comes down to life or death, she'd sooner high-tail it out of there and save herself then rescue some poor sap. Her emotions are hidden better than a needle in a haystack, and won't share them with just anyone. Holliday happens to be just that someone. Bignose can talk the talk, but walking the walk may not always work on the smarter toms out there. Plus, the ones with mates obviously see through her game of using people. If you try to understand this cat, you'll find yourself lost in the different attitudes she gives people.

Skills | Not surprising enough to most, she has an excellent sense of smell. Bignose can scent out anything, if you give her something to work with. Tracking is her knack, in warrior-like skills. Hunting...is decent, but she does have a habit of tripping over her own paws. Fighting is something she can attempt at, and leave some damage. She just has to gain the upper ground first. She's a fast learner, however, and adapted to the Streamclan ability of swimming. Needless to say, however, she was a grump about it at first. Complaining about how cats that could swim were part fish, and therefore freaks of nature.

History |

Nothing good seems to come to the people closest to Kate. As a kit, she had her mother Sheera, her father Emerson and her three other siblings, Pansy, Frank and Scarlett. They lived a fairly easy life as loners at the outskirts of a farm. Until the day her parents were both killed by some machinery the two-legs had purchased a few days before. At this time, they all were around the age of 4 moons. But, as loner kits, they knew what they had to do to survive. They parted ways, never to see one another again. She went off to the south, hearing of other cats like her gone that way, a place where loners had set aside quarrels and had banded together to form a rest stop of sorts. Forgetting her siblings for so long, she had only thought of them recently. Kate has now assumed they all may as well be dead.

So, along the way to this safe haven, she met many other cats. Some offered her a place to call home. But, she refused to stay longer than a few nights. Kate was still scarred by the fact that she seemed to bring doom to anyone close to her. It had been her, after all, that hadn't warned her parents of the machinery closing in on them. Once they had been cornered....no, if she never let that go she could never learn to think of others as anything more than tools. But...where were other cats to her than that? The last place she had stayed had been no longer than a night. Kate had taken prey from them, and had done nothing in return but lay waste to their food supply.

After letting that horror slide(yes, she does let these things go, too many horrors have occurred to her), Kate finds a nice tom to call her own for about 8 moons. Melvin and her hit it off, and he was very attractive. This was the relationship that probably started her need for good-looking men in her life. The two got busy....and then came Dean. During that last moon, however, they both died of sickness. This, along with every other thing that had happened to her thus far had scarred her even further. During this period afterwards, she still had her liking of those fetching toms, but she was more bitter, and treated any cat as a threat if she saw them. Who knew what would happen to any other cat she became close to...

Like all loners, she moved on. After searching more than half her life trying to find this place she could perhaps stay at for a few nights, she found it. Kate fit in rather well, especially with the she-cat to tom ration. Not many cats had her kind of looks. And, well, Kate became sort of a prize to many of the toms. For quite awhile she liked this feeling. Kate felt empowered by the fact that she could woo countless toms, and right when they wanted the biggest thing she could give, she could high-tail it out and call it quits for the night. During this time especially, she was promiscuous as all get out. If she fancied a tom, and she knew that tom would be willing to spend some time with her, not have some wild and crazy fun? By morning the said cat would be staying at the loner town, Griffin, just another night to watch her in action again. This was the first thing in her life she had complete control of. Whether this was right or wrong, she enjoyed it.

All fun must come to an end, however. Once that sly, good-looking devil of a tom, Holliday swept through the place, Kate lost interest in those other losers. She just had to get his tom. He was a bad-ass loner, and had the look to boot. Holliday kept those toms on their toes, however. As soon as he caught her interest, and he had mutual liking of her nice rump charming personality, those old suitors got a bit...peeved. Yes, let's used peeved. Well, they decided to pick a fight with him. The outcome wasn't pretty in the slightest, and every suitor that faced him would never see their Kate again. Actually, none would see anything ever again.

Those two ran off, and had a bit of fun. She often compared it two a sort of Bonny and Clyde type of deal. Kate also learned another great lesson: stealing means less work. Sure, those poor suckers who had caught the prey probably wanted to ring their necks, but would they ever get the chance to? Doubtful. But, after those kills...Holliday was changed a bit. Cats had spread the word about his feat back in Griffin, and many didn't like him for it. Challengers even sprung up against him. Many feared him, and Kate worried what would become of him.

When he abandoned her in the night, she had sort of been expecting something like this. Though it pained her, Kate knew it was for the best. They had gotten close...and she knew all to well what happened to cats she learned to like, and even love. Death. Pain. Misery. Maybe he knew she was unstable in that way. Or maybe he wanted better for her...he had gotten an awful reputation among so many...Either way, Holliday was gone from her life.

Following suite, she was back to being on her own. This didn't last long, however. Once she caught sight of a group of cats. She learned they were Clan cats. Well, mmhhhhhm. They had some fine tom-cats, if she could be so bold. Positions of 'warriors' needed to be filled. If that meant being able to be around those boys? Hot damn, count her in. Kate became Bignose after quite a lot of trial and error. Then she learned the better thing about Clan life. The warriors slept in the same den. This life was going to be pretty good. Sure, there were rules, but the tom-cats. Oh boy.

Critique level | Criticize all aspects of my character.