Sevenskies : WinterClan

[.//seven]

Name: Sevenskies
Moons: Thirteen
Picture:

Beautiful, no?

Gender: She-Cat
Rank: Warrior
Description:

Sevenskies is, to be blunt, just a normal little tabby. She is extremely small for her age, and will remain small for the rest of her life. Her legs are long compared to the rest of her, but she still remains about half the size of other cats her age. Sevenskies has an average-shaped face -- a little muzzle, large, eyes, and big ears. Her neck is thin and slender, but weak, and she cannot strain it too much without hurting herself badly. She has a thin, lean body, with a long, tapering tail finishing it off nicely. Her tabby pelt is common, light brown with dark stripes, but three things to distinquish her are her bright blue eyes, a dark stripe across her nose, and two extra toes on her left forepaw making her a polydactyl.

Personality:

To go with a small cat is a shy, usually softspoken personality. Sevenskies rarely speaks to cats unless spoken to, unless she is among close friends or she is extremely fired up about something she feels passionate about. She rarely shows compassion for a dying cat outside her Clan, unless it is somehow her kin. The warrior code is her life, and she sticks to it as loyally as any cat could. Friendships outside of WinterClan only bring grief, in her philosophy, as one day she knows she will have to fight them. Kits are the only cats she is really nice to even if she doesn't know them, as she believes that kits are the future, and turning them against you will send them off to a different Clan. Sevenskies is mature beyond her moons, but as a young warrior is is still eager to please and a bit clumsy when doing so.

History:

Barkblade was a strong tabby warrior of WinterClan. His mate was the beautiful Snowsigh, the softspoken queen. As the saying goes, 'Opposites attract,' and these two cats were definitely opposites. While Snowsigh would nurse an injured loner or even rival Clan cat back to health, Barkblade would kill it then an there -- unless a more senior warrior told him not to. While Snowsigh cared deeply for the psychological well-being of kits and apprentices, Barkblade would tell them frightening stories of giant adders devouring young cats like themselves. And yet the two loved each other, and when Snowsigh was only sixteen moons she was pregnant with the twenty-one moon-old tom's kits.

Only moons later four scraps of fur had been born, but only two suckled greedily: the little tabby tom and the calico she-cat had been stillborn. Snowsigh felt as if she would die of greef, but Barkblade pushed her to keep herself from going into a hollow depression. He loved her and cared for her until the kits were three moons old, when she died. Sevenkit was the tabby she-cat of the litter, and was named for her two extra toes on her left forepaw. Frostkit was the same white as her mother, but she had one tiny patch of tabby brown on her flank.

Sevenkit was hit the hardest by Snowsigh's death. She had spent all of her time with her mother, unlike Frostkit, who would venture boldly off on an expedition to the far corners of the camp with the other kits. Barkblade was hurt, of course, but only three moons later, when Sevenpaw and Frostpaw recieved mentors, he took on a new mate -- the young and pretty Ebonydream. Sevenpaw was taught by her own grandfather, Snowsigh's dad, Whitescream. Frostpaw's mentor was another senior warrior, a brown she-cat called Mousethorn. The two were taught well, and often trained, hunted, and patrolled side-by-side. After six moons of training, Sevenpaw became Sevenskies, and Frostpaw became Frostsigh, after her mother.

Role Playing Example:

[does it have to be of this character? if not...]

what would you do if i sang out of tune?
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Now now.

Let's not kill anyone too early on in the game...Oh, who are you kidding, Darkangel? This girl is your enemy, your rival, you hate her. You are being stupid. You've got to kill her, painfully. Torture her. Bane will be proud, Sharpfang will be proud, your Clanmates will respect you more. Bane will be proud...You want that, don't you? Yes.

Isn't it always great when the father chooses favourites in his kits.

The battle was just beginning, sister dearest.

She stepped out onto the battle field, the Rogue Meadow, the home she held so dear to her heart. No no. She wouldn't give this up. Oh no. RisingClan...Darkangel couldn't give a care about what they did. They could all die for all she cared. Kestrel, her dear Chasm, Soulless...Hmph. How would Barbwire feel if her sister died at the little cannibal's claws...of course she'd feel good, if she meant to kill her...

Getting all touchy feely now aren't we. It seemed Barbwire and Darkangel had the same little predicament here, 'mixed feelings' about their sisters. Both were in BoneClan with sisters in RisingClan, the whole group of goody-two-tails. Yeah yeah, they're blood related, so what?

I still hate her.

"FALLINGSKY."

Time for some blood to spill blood, yeah?

Her yowl seemed to echo off the grass, the shrubs, the skies. Everything to her was silent. All cats were blurred, all until she found the gray and white pelt of Fallingsky. It's go time. She caught flashes of gray, flashes of white, but she couldn't be sure of which was her sister's. Her sister. Just like that weak little queen who thought enough of herself to call herself Darkangel's mother. What was it...Honeymist. Ha, Honeymist. The name even implied weakness, honey and mist mixed together.

"Come and fight me, sister! Don't be frightened; death is nothing to run away from. I won't hurt you too much."

That, of course, was a lie.

I won't hurt you too much, sister dearest.
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would you stand up and walk out on me?

Codeword: Kai

[Kaitou]

Accepted;;
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