Shika

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I've , Lost it all, fell today, It's all the same
I'm sorry oh
I'm sorry no
I've , been abused, I feel so used, because of you
I'm sorry oh
I'm sorry no

Name | Shika

Gender | She-cat

Age | 28 Moons

Rank | Rogue

Clan | None

Beliefs| Strangely enough, Shika has a belief in StarClan. Her parents drug her to the clans along with her brother and she picked up on believing in the starry warriors, even if she decided clan life wasn't for her.

Parents |

Father Flamepelt (Deceased)

Mother Lunar (Deceased)

Siblings |

Bearclaw

Other Kin | None

Mate | None

Crush | None

Kits | None

Apprentice/Mentor | None

Appearance |

Lean - Dark - Short furred - Beauty in her own way

Body:: While obviously a female, Shika has muscle concealed beneath her pelt. Average in size, Shika is smaller than most toms but can hold herself in a way that can make a large cat itch uncomfortably. Lean, and with few scars, Shika is a rogue that is beautiful in her own right.
Her head is more angular, eyes set evenly, while her ears come to a point; slightly larger than your average cat. Her tail is also unique in the sense of being unnaturally long and snake like. Piecing it all together she holds herself well.

The Outer Looks:: Shika's pelt is on the shorter side, dark brown with black tabby stripes and the classic tabby mask. Her fur color, is a deep brown, like dirt after it has rained, with light brown coloring her underbelly and lightly dusting her face.
Deep, icy blue eyes calculate life around her with a crushing sense about them. The only time the blue waters go from freezing to luke warm is when her brother, Bearclaw, is around.

Personality |
Shika is darkly colored. No, her past didn't exactly force her to be this way -life didn't get hard till she left the Clans - she was just born with twisted humor and a fine set of claws.

Shika is harsh, blunt and quick to punish. After leaving the Clans, the dark feline found her way into a Rogue society which she quickly climbed ranks. Her no nonsense attitude and skillful tactics aided her well. Shika isn't one to take mousedung from anyone and knows what she wants, how she's going to get it, and generally who she needs to persuade to get there.

Despite being a sly witch, Shika does not believe in killing innocents. This includes cats who have done nothing wrong, kits and Elders. While she hates most any feline to walk this earth, other than Bearclaw, Shika has an un-admitted soft spot for kits and babbling elders that have something worth listening to.

This feline has blood on her claws and doesn't regret a single action. She hasn't been in love, has no kits, and doesn't regret leaving the Clan life. She has a weird obsession with the Clans though, keeping as much rogue harm from MeadowClan as she can, and likes to keep tabs on what they do. The forms of power and relationships intrigue her and keep her mind fresh. Occasionally she'll pass through territories to stir things up or to simply learn.

Shika does believe in StarClan, it is quite possibly the only thing that scares her.

Skills |

Manipulation, trickery, tracking and fighting would be a few skills of Shika's. She rather brilliant in confusing cats into doing what she wants or making them think they came up with an idea.

Trickery is somewhat like manipulation but this is more of word usage and double backing on what she says in order to get what she wans to happen.

Shika's is fantastic at tracking and fighting, perhaps it was leaving her family at such a young age that instilled these qualities. Perhaps she's just a sharp son of a feline.

Flaws include lack of compassion, just being how she is, and probably that she likes to get her nose into too many things. Shika likes to know what's going on, she likes to piece things together like a puzzle.
While not to clan cats, rogues find Shika's belief in StarClan to be...unfavorable. However, no one knows of Shika's beliefs in this new territory; and none will unless she states so.

History |

Let the Games Begin Shika was born to Flamepelt and Lunar, two noble cats in their own right. Flamepelt was of Clan status, his first mate a leader of Rogues.
Flamepelt was ready to leave his Clan so he could be with his mate and kit then when Shika was three moons old, Lunar was killed in a brutal raid.
The MistClan tom ended up taking his kit back to the Clans with him and soon fell for Willowflower. When Shika became seven moons, her father had fathered another kit, Bearkit.
When Shika joined MistClan, her father didn't force her to take on a Clan name for he loved his exmate still. He figured that Shika would be living for her. Once Bearkit became Bearpaw, Shika was 13 moons. She still didn't feel as if she belonged to a Clan, no matter how close she was with her half brother. In the end, Shika decided to leave MistClan.

Doing What You Can To Stay Alive[/b]

Shika's life became rather brutal as she found her way back to her mother's old ban of rogues. Worming her way back into their ranks she started from the bottom, trained by Snarz, a snippy old tom who had a soft spot for the fiery young she-cat, Shika eventually overthrew the mousebrained fool who claimed the streets. By twenty-seven moons Shika had run the rogues herself for eleven moons, becoming something feared to Clans. Her name was spoken to frighten kits and her ruthless nature known in far away lands. She never backed out from fights and often got her way with words.
During this time Shika often had secret meetings with her half-brother, teaching him fighting moves and how he could be his best.

The Present Is The Present, Your Scars Will Always Show

During her twenty-seventh moon of life, Shika up and left the ban of rouges. She left Snarz in charge and the two still keep in touch through traveling cats.
When Shika's brother left MistClan, Shika followed him through the moons till he settled with MeadowClan. Now she's in the City, working her ways about it and gathering another force.
Her only hopes is to keep Bearclaw and his clan out of harms way.

Roleplay Example

Shika rolled her shoulders, loosening the muscles as she regarded the "camp" before her. Fang was running her mother's old Rogue group now, and doing a horrid job. There was no order, no function to what they did. Shika hated the disorder in something that could be a fine oiled machine.

Lip curled over her fangs in disgust, the tabby feline felt her pelt rise in irritation and rage. This mouse-brained fool was not fit to even consider himself a leader of any kind. Now, the disorganization, lack of control and utter chaos didn't really bother Shika; what did was the starvation of kits. Not too mention the illness of Snarz, a tough old tom who trained her, that went unnoticed. Just because they were rogues, and she was heartless, didn't mean old cats and kits needed to suffer.

Spitting at the thought of Snarz dying in this waste Shika's rage burned in her chest. Snorting allowed, Shika leaped from the dumpster she was perched on and landed gracefully in the clearing of where the cats slept. Calmly sitting herself down, her long, snake like tail wrapped itself around her body and she looked to the skies.

Granted she did not carry a warrior's name, Shika still believed in StarClan. Some habits couldn't be broken. Narrowing her eyes at the twinkling stars she turned her face away, almost feeling guilty. Almost.

Clearing her throat, Shika called ever-so-softly, "Fang, darling, come out and play."[/b] Shika's icy blue eyes glowed fiercely as the white head of Fang popped up from behind a trash can.

"Shika, baby! Finally come to your senses and wanna run this with me?" Shika allowed a small smile to plague her face as she came to her paws, tail curling over her back. Fluidly walking toward Fang, Shika allowed her tail to curl around his neck as she spoke,

"Oh, I've come to my senses."[/b] In a moment Shika's body became savage. Her eyes burned with a hatred so hot it hurt to look. Fang's body tensed at the sudden change in tone. He barely had enough time to escape her snapping jaws as claws raked down his back. Yowling in shock the tom shot across the small clearing, whipping around to look the devil in the eye.

"That's cute." A snarl touched his lips as Shika barked a harsh laugh and lunged forward. Fang reared up, fore paws stretched wide. Shika rolled instantly on her back, kicked upward with long legs and sent the tom on his side. Instantly she was upon him, one paw into his neck.

"Don't make this too easy for me."[/color] Purring in his ear, Fang snapped his muzzle near Shika's nose, missing by an inch.

Then it began.

Toppling over one another it was a mass of brown and white, screeching and snarls. Blood began to stain the ground they rolled across with no distinction of who's blood it was. With one agonizing scream, the struggle ceased, Shika upon Fang once more.

"This is for being a piece of fox-dug and a sad excuse for a leader. For making my mother's work go to waste and for plaguing the lives of innocents."[/color] In one fluid movement she embedded her teeth into his neck and the lights dimmed.

Shoving the body away from her, Shika nimbly jumped upon the dumpster and let out a yowl of triumph and authority. So was to begin the start of her reign.





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