Post by Sori on Apr 11, 2012 11:57:49 GMT -10
Name |
Trick
Gender |
She-cat
Age |
27 moons
Rank |
Loner
Clan |
None
Beliefs |
Trick doesn’t believe in the so-called “Starclan”. Though her mother Spottedfur had once told her of her supposed ancestors, it didn’t mean she had to believe it. Trick doesn’t think that there even is an afterlife, you die, and then you’re done. No magic cat comes to get you to take you to the clan in the sky. Ha. What kind of cat would believe something so ludicrous?
Parents |
Mother- Spottedfur- Pineclan cat- Deceased
Father- Fall- Rogue- Deceased
Siblings |
Dare- Brother- Deceased
Crow {Crowheart}- Brother- Unknown
Other Kin |
None
Mate |
Not yet
Crush |
Not yet
Kits |
Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor |
Not yet
Appearance |
Trick grew up to become a gorgeous she-cat, or so she has been told. It is hard to avoid such a distinctive lass with her feminine attributes. With a delicate, well-defined face, and a graceful symmetry, she may not seem like a loner at first, especially with these princess-like looks. Don’t be fooled though, for lithe muscles ripple beneath her thickly layered coat. Of a smaller than usual size, causing her to look younger than she is but with an elegant build, Trick moves as if gliding with every step. Her lithe bodice and slim stilts gift the femme with the skill to leap sky-high, and sprint at a lightning speed. With expertly curved, ivory claws and blade-like fangs she is quite capable of causing a great deal of damage, though she is usually not one for fighting. Trick has an advantage in battle with her stealth, petite paws and a dark coat help her slink through the shadows without the care of being seen. Stamina is a problem with this she-cat, for she will waste most of her own energy in speed rather than strength.
This pretty loner has been gifted with a beautiful, long ebony coat. Layered thickly, groomed to fall into neatly feathered pleats that shimmer with a dark gleam. The same obscurity cradles her frame, with not a hint of lightness in her pelt, which may be like a pool of shadow. This raven hide has a silk-like feel, and surprisingly does not require as much grooming as it may seem. Long whiskers frame her petite face, as well as slim audits a-top her tiara, the fur around her ears tufts very slightly. With this appearance, Trick becomes the envy of she-cats, yet gains the talk of the toms. She may seem flawless, but she's definitely got her quirks. You doubt the fact that this cat especially, holds scars if any at all, well you must be corrected. For several thin scars line her under-belly, which part the fur lightly.
Trick’s eyes are what make her most unusual, standing out from the crowd. They are simply...colorless, in other words. As a kit they were an extremely pallid blue, fading more and more as she grew older. They are striking, there is no denying this, yet intimidating as well. Ghastly, voids of frosted silver, like a transparent oblivion, that never seem to be expressing a thing. Her gaze is cold; so never look in these pools of moonlight for too long, you might become lost within their depths. Her gaze rakes icy chills down the spine, causing shivers down the spines of most cats that come to close. Her voice is a smooth, lilting sound, yet however sweet it may seem to the ears of another, it never loses its frigid, sinister edge.
Personality |
Trick is a quiet she-cat, and it is a rare happening to hear her speak continuously. She spends most of her time lost in thought, or observing others through narrowed eyes from the cover of the shadows. Many find the she-cat strange with her unusual behavior, but then no-one notices her much, or those that do don’t tend to think twice about her. Despite her amazing appearance, she takes up her time standing within the shadows, her mind filled with empty thoughts. This she-cat is suspicious of practically everything and everyone, why? The reason is unsure, no-one has attempted to gain her trust either way, and not many have seen her long enough to ask questions. Trick doesn't necessarily care about anything either, she simply acts like a lost ghost for most of the time. She doesn't express a thing, it's like her heart was hollow from the start. She is a polite cat, despite everything, cautious, gentle, but overall intelligent. If you place a problem at her paws, she will solve it without question, and come up with a reasonable solution.
She is cool-tempered, and will not really react to anything that is supposed to anger her; this cat will handle everything with as much serenity and grace as possible. Some say she has become bitter at the lack of social activity with other cats, though she herself doesn't believe so, she's simply "quiet natured." Trick hates others putting her down because she's not like them, or trying to force her to be a certain way. The she-cat can take most of it, but everyone has their limit. After she's told someone to leave her alone, Trick expects that to be an end to any conversation. Continues bugging could cause her to be a bit sarcastic or snappish towards her annoyer as her seemingly long fuse winds down. Don't be surprised if she lashes out at you if you tick her off, friend or not. Remember, it does take a lot to have her react, and if you actually happen to push her that far, it should be no surpsie to see a quite catty nature take hold of her. She has taken a liking to toms, yet never had the confidence to actually approach one of them, for shyness wins her over. One thing is for sure, she has respect for no-one, if they have not gained it from her personally. Don't be surprised, for she can be quite un-predictable, you never know what she's up to. The real question is, will she ever open up?
Skills |
Due to her size and weight, it must be quite obvious that Trick is not strong at all. Actually, she’s quite weak, and despises violence. However, her small form allow her to easily get into places larger cats can’t, and what she lacks in strength she makes up for in agile speed. She’s quite nimble on her feet, not to mention she knows how to hunt rather efficiently for having only had basic training when she was a kit.
History |
After leaving her mom, dad, and brother, Trick’s life took quite a few turns, and not all for the best. She started out as a loner, wandering around, never staying in one place for to long. However, the solitary life soon got the best of her, and she was in desperate need of another living being. Going off of her route one day, she stumbled upon a small Twoleg community, adorned with the usual strays and fat, lazy kittypets. However, one alley cat in particular piqued her interest. His name was Rogue, a drop dead handsome white tom-cat, with darker grey tabby markings.
After being convinced to stay with Rogue, Trick was sure that her life could only get better from that point on. The young naive she-cat didn’t know how wrong she was. Rogue had a tendency to have major mood swings, behind happy one moment and seriously pissed the next. After he had struck her once, it was safe to say that Trick was well and thoroughly scared. Still, she didn’t leave him, believing she could change him for the better.
Moons passed by, and Trick was attacked constantly. Rogue wanted her to have kits, but she refused his every attempt. Trick believed that she could turn him around, make him see the error of his ways, and finally come to love her. Yes, because everything is just one big fairy-tale with a happy ever after ending. It really wasn’t a surprise when Rogue kicked the she-cat aside for the next best thing, a spunky female named Sasha, but the pain was still there, etched deeply into her core.
Since then, Trick has lived a life of solitary, never becoming close to anyone for fear that history will repeat itself. She lives near the clans, though on the fringes of the forest so as not to draw attention to herself. However, she cannot help but watch them and feel an odd tugging upon her soul, urging her to join them. Trick knows it will never happen, but a girl can dream, can’t she?
Critique level |
FoF Acceptable please.
Trick
Gender |
She-cat
Age |
27 moons
Rank |
Loner
Clan |
None
Beliefs |
Trick doesn’t believe in the so-called “Starclan”. Though her mother Spottedfur had once told her of her supposed ancestors, it didn’t mean she had to believe it. Trick doesn’t think that there even is an afterlife, you die, and then you’re done. No magic cat comes to get you to take you to the clan in the sky. Ha. What kind of cat would believe something so ludicrous?
Parents |
Mother- Spottedfur- Pineclan cat- Deceased
Father- Fall- Rogue- Deceased
Siblings |
Dare- Brother- Deceased
Crow {Crowheart}- Brother- Unknown
Other Kin |
None
Mate |
Not yet
Crush |
Not yet
Kits |
Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor |
Not yet
Appearance |
Trick grew up to become a gorgeous she-cat, or so she has been told. It is hard to avoid such a distinctive lass with her feminine attributes. With a delicate, well-defined face, and a graceful symmetry, she may not seem like a loner at first, especially with these princess-like looks. Don’t be fooled though, for lithe muscles ripple beneath her thickly layered coat. Of a smaller than usual size, causing her to look younger than she is but with an elegant build, Trick moves as if gliding with every step. Her lithe bodice and slim stilts gift the femme with the skill to leap sky-high, and sprint at a lightning speed. With expertly curved, ivory claws and blade-like fangs she is quite capable of causing a great deal of damage, though she is usually not one for fighting. Trick has an advantage in battle with her stealth, petite paws and a dark coat help her slink through the shadows without the care of being seen. Stamina is a problem with this she-cat, for she will waste most of her own energy in speed rather than strength.
This pretty loner has been gifted with a beautiful, long ebony coat. Layered thickly, groomed to fall into neatly feathered pleats that shimmer with a dark gleam. The same obscurity cradles her frame, with not a hint of lightness in her pelt, which may be like a pool of shadow. This raven hide has a silk-like feel, and surprisingly does not require as much grooming as it may seem. Long whiskers frame her petite face, as well as slim audits a-top her tiara, the fur around her ears tufts very slightly. With this appearance, Trick becomes the envy of she-cats, yet gains the talk of the toms. She may seem flawless, but she's definitely got her quirks. You doubt the fact that this cat especially, holds scars if any at all, well you must be corrected. For several thin scars line her under-belly, which part the fur lightly.
Trick’s eyes are what make her most unusual, standing out from the crowd. They are simply...colorless, in other words. As a kit they were an extremely pallid blue, fading more and more as she grew older. They are striking, there is no denying this, yet intimidating as well. Ghastly, voids of frosted silver, like a transparent oblivion, that never seem to be expressing a thing. Her gaze is cold; so never look in these pools of moonlight for too long, you might become lost within their depths. Her gaze rakes icy chills down the spine, causing shivers down the spines of most cats that come to close. Her voice is a smooth, lilting sound, yet however sweet it may seem to the ears of another, it never loses its frigid, sinister edge.
Personality |
Trick is a quiet she-cat, and it is a rare happening to hear her speak continuously. She spends most of her time lost in thought, or observing others through narrowed eyes from the cover of the shadows. Many find the she-cat strange with her unusual behavior, but then no-one notices her much, or those that do don’t tend to think twice about her. Despite her amazing appearance, she takes up her time standing within the shadows, her mind filled with empty thoughts. This she-cat is suspicious of practically everything and everyone, why? The reason is unsure, no-one has attempted to gain her trust either way, and not many have seen her long enough to ask questions. Trick doesn't necessarily care about anything either, she simply acts like a lost ghost for most of the time. She doesn't express a thing, it's like her heart was hollow from the start. She is a polite cat, despite everything, cautious, gentle, but overall intelligent. If you place a problem at her paws, she will solve it without question, and come up with a reasonable solution.
She is cool-tempered, and will not really react to anything that is supposed to anger her; this cat will handle everything with as much serenity and grace as possible. Some say she has become bitter at the lack of social activity with other cats, though she herself doesn't believe so, she's simply "quiet natured." Trick hates others putting her down because she's not like them, or trying to force her to be a certain way. The she-cat can take most of it, but everyone has their limit. After she's told someone to leave her alone, Trick expects that to be an end to any conversation. Continues bugging could cause her to be a bit sarcastic or snappish towards her annoyer as her seemingly long fuse winds down. Don't be surprised if she lashes out at you if you tick her off, friend or not. Remember, it does take a lot to have her react, and if you actually happen to push her that far, it should be no surpsie to see a quite catty nature take hold of her. She has taken a liking to toms, yet never had the confidence to actually approach one of them, for shyness wins her over. One thing is for sure, she has respect for no-one, if they have not gained it from her personally. Don't be surprised, for she can be quite un-predictable, you never know what she's up to. The real question is, will she ever open up?
Skills |
Due to her size and weight, it must be quite obvious that Trick is not strong at all. Actually, she’s quite weak, and despises violence. However, her small form allow her to easily get into places larger cats can’t, and what she lacks in strength she makes up for in agile speed. She’s quite nimble on her feet, not to mention she knows how to hunt rather efficiently for having only had basic training when she was a kit.
History |
After leaving her mom, dad, and brother, Trick’s life took quite a few turns, and not all for the best. She started out as a loner, wandering around, never staying in one place for to long. However, the solitary life soon got the best of her, and she was in desperate need of another living being. Going off of her route one day, she stumbled upon a small Twoleg community, adorned with the usual strays and fat, lazy kittypets. However, one alley cat in particular piqued her interest. His name was Rogue, a drop dead handsome white tom-cat, with darker grey tabby markings.
After being convinced to stay with Rogue, Trick was sure that her life could only get better from that point on. The young naive she-cat didn’t know how wrong she was. Rogue had a tendency to have major mood swings, behind happy one moment and seriously pissed the next. After he had struck her once, it was safe to say that Trick was well and thoroughly scared. Still, she didn’t leave him, believing she could change him for the better.
Moons passed by, and Trick was attacked constantly. Rogue wanted her to have kits, but she refused his every attempt. Trick believed that she could turn him around, make him see the error of his ways, and finally come to love her. Yes, because everything is just one big fairy-tale with a happy ever after ending. It really wasn’t a surprise when Rogue kicked the she-cat aside for the next best thing, a spunky female named Sasha, but the pain was still there, etched deeply into her core.
Since then, Trick has lived a life of solitary, never becoming close to anyone for fear that history will repeat itself. She lives near the clans, though on the fringes of the forest so as not to draw attention to herself. However, she cannot help but watch them and feel an odd tugging upon her soul, urging her to join them. Trick knows it will never happen, but a girl can dream, can’t she?
Critique level |
FoF Acceptable please.