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Sile
Jul 7, 2009 7:30:06 GMT -5
Post by | COMRADE | on Jul 7, 2009 7:30:06 GMT -5
Name:
Sile.
Gender:
Female.
Age:
16 Moons.
Clan:
None.
Rank:
Rogue ---> Not yet joined.
Description: Click.
Since the time Sile was a kit she hasn't grown much, only enough to show that she is not a kit anymore. Her pelt clings to bone and muscle, small paws looking as though they cannot support her. A long thin tail protrudes from the lower part of her back, bony and curved. Her legs are long, but not noticeably too long or making her tall. She's an amazingly short cat, her long tail easily twice as long as her body if she sticks it straight up in the air. Her skinny body makes her a puny cat in any fight, but sharp claws, jetting out of her paws make her a formidable opponent, as well as a snarl that reveals a vicious set of fangs. Sile has a narrow, strong muzzle, bony and obviously strong enough to make a fierce snap. Thick furred ears atop her head, large and the average length for a cat of her size. Muscle strengthens the small body of the she-cat, and she isn't a frail as enemies may think.
Sile has medium-length fur that spiky and fuzz all over her body. She has very soft and fuzzy fur; she's hardly a season old. It is impossible to tell what her real color is. She is white and a very sandy, light brown that smudge and mix and splotch all over her body. Her tail is mostly white with brown rings curling over and over every whisker down the long limb. On her upper chest, her fur is completely white and it changes into an oval, parting her brown-white fur in two around her shoulders. The white moves up to her throat, beneath her chin, and at the tip of her muzzle. White grows where her whiskers stick out, and just above her the wiry top of her nose. Around her eyes, the fur is completely black. White streaks spray across her pelt everywhere, her sides, back, legs, haunches and belly. Her paws are mostly white with a creamy brown tint and spots all the way up her legs and spreading throughout her entire body. Her paw pads are a hard, strong black, good for walking across hard grounds such as stones and rock. The flesh on her ears is pink, with white and brown furs sticking up, very very thin at the top and growing thicker as it moves down to the rim around her head. Her nose is completely pink, a magenta-like color with black around it. A small pink tongue hides inside her jaws, the fur giving way to pink skin as it reaches inside her maw. In sunlight, her fur glows a bright white color, making it hard for her to keep hidden during the day. She blends in well with snow; as no snow is completely white. At night she is almost hidden as long as the moon does not shine directly on her fur.
Where her brown-white fur leaves off to black, piercing green-blue eyes stare at you with an unbelievable color. Almost a neon turquoise, they glow brighter than most eyes do in the dark. Her glowing eyes do hide most of her feelings well, but do not deprive her of showing anger, fear, pain or love. Although incredibly bright, like in all cats there are shadows that hide behind the gleam. Her eyes happen to show when she is depressed, or under too much pressure. Despite the darkness, her eyes are fierce and filled with stubborn defiance, always glaring with challenge. When tired her eyes dull to a weak turquoise color that makes her appear almost as though she is an elderly cat. Her eyes reflect the color that appears in a river reflecting the trees that grow just beside it. Some may think them unique, while others may fear them for what they may truly hold inside. Usually her eyes are calm, or cold, not allowing another cat to see through to her. Only in rare situations will they betray the emotions she stores so powerfully inside.
Like most rogues or loners that usually travel alone, Sile bares an exceptional amount of scars hidden by her thick splotched fur. They are usually hidden, depending on the severity, but some show even in the darkest of nights if you look hard enough at the areas they live among her body. The most scars are on her back, deep gashes that split the flesh and fur around her spine. Claw marks stretch across the thin skin that lines her back, and more slice down her left side, and down her right leg. She has a bite mark hidden somewhere along her long tail, and another deep in the flesh of one shoulder. One ear is scratched along the back of it, a recent wound that will probably heal within the next moon for it is such a small scratch. She is the average rogue that has not joined the group, living alone and scavenging the smallest corpses for just a scrap of food.
Summary:
A small fluffy brown-white she-cat with piercing blue-green eyes.
Personality:
Sile is, unlike what others may think, a saddened she-cat that would actually rather live alone rather than face the world and all the mistakes others, and herself, have made. She doesn't like to be disturbed when she is deep in thought, which is when she is debating with herself for what she might do with her life. She does want to be with another cat, but is too scared of what might happen if she does. She can be very short-tempered and irritable, not because she's just mean, but because she doesn't want to grow close to another cat. But if you do, somehow, manage to befriend her she will be a loyal and respectful friend that would stick by your side in any situation, even if all hope of winning a battle was 0, she would not desert you to save herself. Not only is it because she is so loyal, but does not believe her life is worth it, and thinks her true purpose is to help those in need.
Despite her protective behavior she will fight to the end against any cat. If she has to kill them to survive, she will, but only in cases in which there was a reason for her to survive. She is a naturally born fighter, as she should have been; raised by her father, and has gained his skill. She knows a lot about the clans, and although she doesn't want to bother them, sometimes she will intrude to hunt a piece of prey when she is starving. She sometimes doesn't think she can trust anyone, and that everyone is a traitor and will only try and get what they want; she doesn't care much about what she wants. She knows needs are much more important than wants. But there is something that is above all else; she wants to love someone. Not as a friend, or a brother, a sister, a parent, but as a mate. She wants to have a mate, and she also wants kit to claim and protect as her own. She wants to feel that love and affection that queens felt when they looked at their kits each day. Part of her wants to join the clans but she is not sure if they would ever accept her; for she was; a rogue.
Sile has learned about the warrior code, and unlike most rogues she actually believes in StarClan. She wishes there was a cat that she could explain that feeling to, that belief that most rogues don't share because they believe it stupid or unrealistic. But she can't ignore the facts; how would the clans have been formed if it wasn't for StarClan? Why would the Medicine Cats travel all the way from their camp each quarter moon to speak with their warrior ancestors if they didn't exist? Why did a cloud suddenly pass in front of the moon when it was nowhere near when the clans began to argue or fight at the gatherings? Most cats ignored those and still continued to pretend that there was no such thing as dead cats watching over you from the stars. Sile was different in that way; knowing the facts and thinking about them rationally instead of just using her opinions and forming an unsupported statement.
Sile misses her family a lot. Her brother Gafa, her mother Rilla, her father Sparth. Ever since that day when their home lit on fire and the family was split apart, lost and confused she had never seen them again, and every night she worries about them and wonders if they were still alive. But she knows that Gafa is alive. One day she hopes to find her long lost brother and just tell him about everything that has happened in her life since she got lost. She doesn't even like fighting, but she has to in order to survive. She doesn't like claws and blood flashing in front of her, and feeling the warmth dripping down her back, sides, legs or belly. She doesn't like to feel pain, yet it comes to her anyways. She doesn't like the feeling of being lost or losing something important or close to her. Every time she hisses at a newcomer she regrets the decision she makes and wishes she never did. Despite the problems, she has actually managed to get some feeling to her.
Sile loves the natural beauty of nature. She loves the days where the sun glows brilliantly in the sky, casting a warm glow down on everything around her. She loves the sunsets, when the skies turn red and orange, purple and gold, yellow and indigo. Sometimes she could just stand at the end of a cliff and stare off into the horizon, watching the beautiful clouds swirling with color; the glowing sky reflecting the colors of the world as the sun sank behind the trees and mountains. And the mountains themselves; a purple tint with white at the very tip, blue and purple. It was beautiful itself, in it's own ways. She loved the forests; sparkling with green life and trees that shelter them from wind and storms, although sometimes she will stand upon fields and feel it blow and cool her steaming fur. She doesn't like rain or snow that much; it makes her fur cold and causes her to shiver. Instead she likes sunny days where the sky is clear and blue, white clouds dotting across the atmosphere. The heavenly aurora makes all of her troubles and fears go away.
She loves some of the creatures that other cats may catch and eat for prey. She loves chipmunks; so small and furry and soft, with this beady blue-black eyes and fluffy tails streaming behind them. She couldn't hurt them even if she had to. Energetic and full of life, she loves to watch them leap from branch to branch, scurrying through forests and within undergrowth and falling leaf. It's almost a game to her, watching them, crouching unnoticed on the ground. She is a very soft cat; at heart, on the inside. She is easily hurt, and often gets sad by insults even if when she stands before her antagonizer she hisses ans snarls right back at them, claws unsheathed and digging into the ground, ready to rip and tear. She gets angered easily, and sometimes can't control her anger; she often snaps at small things if she is in a bad mood. She can be in a good mood, sometimes, and hopefully a tom cat will find her when she is happy and thinking clearly.
History:
When she was a kit, her parents named her Sile because she was always quiet when she was born. She hardly made a sound, and because Silent was too common of a name they shortened it to Sile. She and her brother Gafa were happy, excited kits, always two steps ahead of themselves and bouncing along at a loving pace. She always loved being close to her family, sitting by them, curled up at their side and nuzzling their soft fur. Her brother meant more to her than anything, and they were always sitting by each other. As she continued to grow older, her father began to train her and her brother how to fight and hunt. She and her brother helped each other when they needed to fight, and sometimes they play fought with the moves her father taught them. She wasn't as keen to learn how to hunt, but her father forced her to learn because he knew someday she would be on her own and would need to learn those skills.
One day, a fire started in the small forest, a while away from the clans, that they lived in. She woke up that night, smelling the smoke and trapped by the flames in the den that she and her brother slept in. She thought she could hear the yowling of her parents far away but the roaring of the flames as too loud. She forced her brother to wake up, and together the two litter mates put together all the training that her father gave to them, and fought to find a way out of the den without getting caught in the flames. They dug a hole in the wall of the den, and raced out into the burning clearing. As they did so, a tree branch caught flames and fell, separating the two cats from each other. Both ran off in a separate direction. Sile tried to find her parents, for the entire night until she collapses from exhaustion, coughing smoke from her lungs, pelt singed from the flames. At that time she was ten-moons-old, and was small like a kit.
The next morning she woke up, and walked back to her home. The forest was stained black with soot and there was no trace of scent trails left. She searched for the bodies of her family but she didn't find them which told her that they were hopefully, still alive. She vowed to find them some day. About a moon later she came across a scent trail, so achingly familiar that she knew it was her brother's. She followed it until it was lost in a river, but she was so happy and excited. Her brother was still alive! Did that possibly mean that her parents were alive as well? She prayed it was so while she headed on, searching and thinking about her past. When she came across another cat, she was depressed that day for she had been thinking so heavily about her family, and got angry and hostile. The two fought, the bigger rogue easily giving her many scars. She fought back though and escaped, running away again.
After many more fights, she began to wonder if they were even worth it at all. She didn't like the feel the pain of claws sinking and ripping viciously into her own flesh. She didn't like the screams and yowls; hisses and snarls of angry cats fighting. But she had fought anyways. As she moved on from many of her memories she began to see life in its true colors. A beautiful land of secrets and nature; glowing horizons and sunsets and sunrises. She admired the beauty of nature, and began to realize it wasn't all that bad. She stumbled across clan territory, stole some prey, got intro trouble with a border patrol. She realized they were only protecting their territory and left, although now and again she will go back and try and find something to eat. Sometimes she wonders if her brother or her parents had joined the clans after the flee from the fire.
Role-Play Sample:
Not needed.
Secret Word:
StarClan Night.
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