Post by minkheart on Mar 7, 2010 19:56:46 GMT -5
Minkheart
"Haven't slipped yet, but I'm liable to weaken..."
"Haven't slipped yet, but I'm liable to weaken..."
Age[/blockquote]
28 moons
Gender
She-cat
Clan
RiverClan
Rank
Warrior
Exterior.
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Pelt
Minkheart's pelt is a bit different, but not terribly unusual. The base of her coat is a creamy-white, and usually glossy due to her diet of--you guessed it--fish. Atop the white fur there exist golden, honey-shaded spots, mostly about her back, shoulders, flank, tail, and the top of her head. Yet, somehow, she received the trait of pale tabby markings on top of all of this. The tabby markings are a light mocha-color.
Eye
Minkheart's eyes are a pale, strangely icy blue. Beside the pupil there are starbursts of a darker blue, with a bit of visible violet tone to them. The blue is flecked with a sort of hazel green, causing her eyes to look marbled.
Body
She is muscular, but not hulking; she isn't the thinnest she-cat out there, but she doesn't care. She is average weight for a well-fed RiverClan cat, and isn't particularly tall.
Special
To be quite honest, there isn't much "special" about her, besides her odd pelt coloration.
Interior.
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Positive
Strong. Obedient. Intelligent. Strategic. Loyal. Clever. Sly.
Negative
Arrogant. Hot-tempered. Opinionated. Judgmental. Aggressive. Cruel. Sneaky. Cowardly.
Likes and Dislikes
Adores: Kits. Fights. Fish. Swimming.
Abhors: Toms. Gatherings. Dawn patrols.
Guilty pleasures: Attention. Lethargy. Gluttony.
History.
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For her entire life, Minkheart has been a rapidly changing bolt of lightning that has set RiverClan aflame. She was always desperate to prove herself to her mentor, her leader, and her family--until, of course, the battle with ShadowClan. Her mother and father had been eager to teach those traitorous prey-stealers a thing or two. Perhaps the most eager, which wasn't necessarily the best thing for them. Minkheart, Minkpaw at the time, had watched as they fought side by side, coordinated like a graceful jet of water. They had sneaked up on the ShadowClan deputy; he hadn't known what had hit him. Nor did her mother or father when the huge black tom barreled them both over. She had watched in horror as everything that she had known and loved was shattered before her very eyes. From then on, she was determined to have revenge on ShadowClan, which slowly turned into a fiery loyalty to RiverClan. Oddly enough, what had scarred her the most had opened her eyes that had been until then covered with the bubbles of lies, of comfort. She had never known that death could come so easily until that fateful day. Never could she look back on the death without wincing in spite of herself, but that didn't stop her from her training. She continued on to become Minkheart, though could never shake the fact that her name sounded like a signal to her cowardice in running from that battle. Yes, she had run--but it wasn't her legs that had done the moving. A voice had been telling her to go, to leave that place. Perhaps it had been her mother or father, caressing her sides as she ran through the rain toward the drenched camp. Perhaps they had wanted to protect her. (I'm really bad at histories, so I'll spare you the groadie details: Her sister had been a miscarriage. She was an only kit for her entire life. Then her parents died, spiking a need for revenge against ShadowClan, etc.)
Birth
Nothing really eventful. Minkkit was born in leaf-bare, which some whispering behind her back may describe as the reason for her cold personality. Minkkit had come first; the first of two. Everyone had paid such little attention to her when they found that the second she-cat escaping from the womb hadn't been able to cry out, to gain oxygen. It didn't breathe. After what seemed like forever, her mother finally stopped grieving for her lost little one, and began to pay vigorous attention to Minkkit, spoiling her rotten. Not much really happened after that...
Dreams
To be accepted by her Clan. To slaughter all of ShadowClan. To avenge her parents' death. To prove that she isn't a coward.
Other.
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N/a.
Codeword
I do hope I got this right... ._.' Please inform me if I pasted the wrong parts!
No smile literate la talk.
Eh.
Author's note
She's not really...interesting. D:| She's rather boring, I think. So...I understand if she isn't accepted, eh?
Also. Her pelt IS possible. She's actually based off of a cat that my friend had who was eaten by her dog. So.
