Post by løиetëaя on Oct 20, 2010 14:27:50 GMT -7
Glass-Shard
*/The Forgotten/13 moons/Windhunter/She-cat
*/Personality
Quiet but spirited Glass-Shard has a mind of her own. Though she remains silent most of the time she is very stubborn and never gives up. When she does speak though, it usually gets her into trouble. She's the type of cat that will stand up for what she believes in, even if it goes against what every other cat thinks.
Despite being a hard cat to get along with she is very wise for her age. She finds it difficult that many cats push away what she has to say so she just doesn't speak much anymore. For her its easier to remain silent then have her beliefs and ideas shoved aside like they don't matter, even if they could be very helpful for the clan.
*/Description
Tall and slender she almost reminds one of a willow tree. Her limbs are long, allowing her to stand much taller then many of the Forgotten. Her body is very slim, allowing for the agility needed to hunt rabbits.
Her fur is rather short except for her tail, which is more plume like, similar to that of a fox tail. She has the coloration of a tortoiseshell except the colors are diluted to grays and pale oranges with a few white flecks hidden throughout her coat, mainly around her paws and underside.
Her eyes are a bright golden amber, showing her spirited nature even when she is silent. Her ears are always pricked, showing her more playful and inquisitive side
*/Short Description
A dilute tortoiseshell she-cat with bright amber eyes.
*/History
She was born and raised in the Forgotten. From a young age she had been picked to be a Windhunter. Her build has always been the same. Even as a young kit she towered over the others.
Her apprenticeship was pretty uneventful. There was only one close call when she ventured to close to the clans. She was almost spotted by one of their warriors. It was her curiosity that drove her so close to them despite the dangers. She barely managed to spring away in time before they could think through what they had glimpsed. When she returned to camp she was severely punished as the thing that is driven into them from a young age is to keep their existence secret. For two moons she was confined to camp and was treated as a kit once more.
Still she ventures near their border, hoping to catch a glimpse from cats outside their world. She knows its risky but her desire for knowledge is stronger then the danger.
