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Description

- BASIC INFORMATION -

[ name ]
Falconshriek
[ age ]
26 Moons
[ clan ]
SunClan
[ rank ]
Warrior
[ gender ]
Female
[ breed ]
American Shorthair

- APPERANCE -

[ pelt ]
Short, sleek and smooth in texture, brown tabbied blotches with white paws and underbelly.
[ eyes ]
Somewhat large, and pale green in color. Usually seeming very intent, even when she cares 0% about whatever you're saying.
[ build ]
Long and slim, though shorter legs. Very muscled.
[ size ]
Shorter than a average, though a bit longer and heavier.
[ scars ]
None as of yet.

- PERSONALITY -

[ + ]
Loyal and Obedient. Typically will do as she is told without question, and is very faithful to those who she has placed her trust in.
[ + ]
Stoic and Calm. Not typically one to display emotions, especially not her hardships, and handles stress well. Do not confuse this with coldness, however. She is a reasonably happy cat and kind to those in her life.
[ + ]
Thoughtful and Inquisative. A very clever and intelligent cat, often maintaining her life (personal or otherwise) with Logic and Facts... She tends to get a bit confused, if not completely frazzled, when dealing with choices or actions based on emotion or feeling.

[ - ]
Clueless and Thick. In most cases, Falconshriek is an impeckably intelligent cat, though she is clueless to the emotions or hints of others and will take things at bare surface value. If you cannot see the bottom of the lake, then it must have no bottom.
[ - ]
Proud and Arrogant. At least, at times, she can be very arrogant and is a very proud cat. She'll never admit her weaknesses though they often trouble her. She's typically very kind to those around her but has the capability for arrogance and harshness.
[ - ]
Emotionally Fragile and Easilly Confused. Without her precious Logic, Falconshriek is essentially a crumpled wad of terror and confusion. A place without solidity and rules is her downfall, and causes her calm demeanor to crumble and shatter.

- KIN -

[ mother ]
Birchfoot. A very pretty, pale-taby she-cat with light green eyes.
[ father ]
Owlfeather. A large, dark-brown tabby with yellow eyes.
[ littermates ]
None as of yet.
[ mentor ]
Silverstep. A very kind, older warrior with a light-grey pelt. Much beloved by Falconshriek.
[ apprentice ]
None as of yet.
[ mate ]
//Falconshriek laughing in the distance//
[ kits ]
//Falconshriek screaming in terror in the distance//

- HISTORY -

Uhhh... Her mommy pooped her our and her familly loved her very much. Then sombody slapped a foot synonym on the end of her name and she went to boot camp with a very nice lady who taught her to seem very happy despite the fact that she's a freaking jerkoff. And then everybody got sick and died and they left and now they're here.
(I will seriously put some effort into this at some point but... Just... No, at the moment.)

- RELATIONS -

= Acquaintance
= Unsure
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Buddy
= Best Friend
= Attraction/Likeable
= Crush
= Love
= Mate
= Dislike
= Hate/Despise
= Suspicious
= Jealous
= Respect
= Family
= Mentor/Apprentice

- EXTRAS -

[ likes ]
Warmth, New-Leaf, Mice, Rationality
[ dislikes ]
Cold, Leaf-bare, Fish, Helplessness.
[ strengths ]
Highly Rational, Intelligent, Physical Strength.
[ weaknesses ]
Difficulty processing the world around her without Logic, Physically Slow, Noisy when Walking, Socially Inept.
[ voice ]
To be Assigned
[ scent]
Grass, Dirt, and Sunlight. (She's a freaking cat, she ain't gonna smell like wild pansies and unicorn barf.)

- ROLEPLAY SAMPLE -

It was warm and sunny, and the grass was tall and filled with wildflowers... And prey. The wind wreaked of rodents and birds, not even the thick sweetness of the blossoms could hide that particular scent.
Hawkstrike had managed to pin down one scent trail, and quickly began following it. Her steps were light and silent, her stalking nearly perfect... And her efforts were rewarded... A gorgeous, fat, brown mouse, completely unaware that she was there. It was feasting on seeds from wildflowers.
There was so much grace in her stride as she leapt forwards, still silent, her prey still unaware. Until it was too late, and the poor thing was long gone, it's blood soaking the grass.
"Falconshriek!" A mew called from behind her, so she turned around practically beaming... Only to find nobody there.
As she looked back to the mouse, it's blood had turned into a sickening ooze, and it's body was hollow and filled with maggots. "Eeeugh!" She screeched as she recoiled, trying not to vomit... It's only then she realized the fields around her had died, the grass was brown and the flowers were wilted, and the sun was blocked out with thick grey clouds... Nothing was warm anymore... And it was only getting colder... "Wh-"
"Falconshriek! Get up, hunting trip!" Was the voice that greeted her as she launched up from sleep with terror in her eyes, trying to steady her breathing.
Everything's safe... We're here... We're alright... She thought before cheerfully turning to the cat who was calling to her. "Sorry! On my way!"

Description

- BASIC INFORMATION -

[ name ]
Falconshriek
[ age ]
26 Moons
[ clan ]
SunClan
[ rank ]
Warrior
[ gender ]
Female
[ breed ]
American Shorthair

- APPERANCE -

[ pelt ]
Short, sleek and smooth in texture, brown tabbied blotches with white paws and underbelly.
[ eyes ]
Somewhat large, and pale green in color. Usually seeming very intent, even when she cares 0% about whatever you're saying.
[ build ]
Long and slim, though shorter legs. Very muscled.
[ size ]
Shorter than a average, though a bit longer and heavier.
[ scars ]
None as of yet.

- PERSONALITY -

[ + ]
Loyal and Obedient. Typically will do as she is told without question, and is very faithful to those who she has placed her trust in.
[ + ]
Stoic and Calm. Not typically one to display emotions, especially not her hardships, and handles stress well. Do not confuse this with coldness, however. She is a reasonably happy cat and kind to those in her life.
[ + ]
Thoughtful and Inquisative. A very clever and intelligent cat, often maintaining her life (personal or otherwise) with Logic and Facts... She tends to get a bit confused, if not completely frazzled, when dealing with choices or actions based on emotion or feeling.

[ - ]
Clueless and Thick. In most cases, Falconshriek is an impeckably intelligent cat, though she is clueless to the emotions or hints of others and will take things at bare surface value. If you cannot see the bottom of the lake, then it must have no bottom.
[ - ]
Proud and Arrogant. At least, at times, she can be very arrogant and is a very proud cat. She'll never admit her weaknesses though they often trouble her. She's typically very kind to those around her but has the capability for arrogance and harshness.
[ - ]
Emotionally Fragile and Easilly Confused. Without her precious Logic, Falconshriek is essentially a crumpled wad of terror and confusion. A place without solidity and rules is her downfall, and causes her calm demeanor to crumble and shatter.

- KIN -

[ mother ]
Birchfoot. A very pretty, pale-taby she-cat with light green eyes.
[ father ]
Owlfeather. A large, dark-brown tabby with yellow eyes.
[ littermates ]
None as of yet.
[ mentor ]
Silverstep. A very kind, older warrior with a light-grey pelt. Much beloved by Falconshriek.
[ apprentice ]
None as of yet.
[ mate ]
//Falconshriek laughing in the distance//
[ kits ]
//Falconshriek screaming in terror in the distance//

- HISTORY -

Uhhh... Her mommy pooped her our and her familly loved her very much. Then sombody slapped a foot synonym on the end of her name and she went to boot camp with a very nice lady who taught her to seem very happy despite the fact that she's a freaking jerkoff. And then everybody got sick and died and they left and now they're here.
(I will seriously put some effort into this at some point but... Just... No, at the moment.)

- RELATIONS -

= Acquaintance
= Unsure
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Buddy
= Best Friend
= Attraction/Likeable
= Crush
= Love
= Mate
= Dislike
= Hate/Despise
= Suspicious
= Jealous
= Respect
= Family
= Mentor/Apprentice

- EXTRAS -

[ likes ]
Warmth, New-Leaf, Mice, Rationality
[ dislikes ]
Cold, Leaf-bare, Fish, Helplessness.
[ strengths ]
Highly Rational, Intelligent, Physical Strength.
[ weaknesses ]
Difficulty processing the world around her without Logic, Physically Slow, Noisy when Walking, Socially Inept.
[ voice ]
To be Assigned
[ scent]
Grass, Dirt, and Sunlight. (She's a freaking cat, she ain't gonna smell like wild pansies and unicorn barf.)

- ROLEPLAY SAMPLE -

It was warm and sunny, and the grass was tall and filled with wildflowers... And prey. The wind wreaked of rodents and birds, not even the thick sweetness of the blossoms could hide that particular scent.
Hawkstrike had managed to pin down one scent trail, and quickly began following it. Her steps were light and silent, her stalking nearly perfect... And her efforts were rewarded... A gorgeous, fat, brown mouse, completely unaware that she was there. It was feasting on seeds from wildflowers.
There was so much grace in her stride as she leapt forwards, still silent, her prey still unaware. Until it was too late, and the poor thing was long gone, it's blood soaking the grass.
"Falconshriek!" A mew called from behind her, so she turned around practically beaming... Only to find nobody there.
As she looked back to the mouse, it's blood had turned into a sickening ooze, and it's body was hollow and filled with maggots. "Eeeugh!" She screeched as she recoiled, trying not to vomit... It's only then she realized the fields around her had died, the grass was brown and the flowers were wilted, and the sun was blocked out with thick grey clouds... Nothing was warm anymore... And it was only getting colder... "Wh-"
"Falconshriek! Get up, hunting trip!" Was the voice that greeted her as she launched up from sleep with terror in her eyes, trying to steady her breathing.
Everything's safe... We're here... We're alright... She thought before cheerfully turning to the cat who was calling to her. "Sorry! On my way!"