Post by Arayn on Apr 9, 2011 11:42:36 GMT -5
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Name: Phoenixbreeze
Age: 2 years
Gender: she-cat
Breed:---unknown---
Clan: Marchclan
Rank:---working on it---
Eye color: Mint Green
Pelt color: Grey Tabby overlay on white
Markings: White paws, white tipped tail
Height: 13 in
Weight: 12 lbs
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Likes:
- Crisp, cool grass beneath her paws
- Summer moonlight upon her back
- Watching the fireflies
- Showing her leadership and independence
- Any who respect her and accept her for who she is
- LOVES to hunt and the feeling of freedom
Dislikes:
- Being cold
- Disrespect
- Being talked down to
Full Personality:
Phoenixbreeze is like a diamond in the rough. She seems ordinary, like any other cat within her population, but deep within her, something precious and valuable awaits, hidden. She has always felt like something was missing to her story, like she was created for a specific reason. Her entire life has felt like a hunt to find the truth of who she is. She is a highly spirited she-cat, always dreaming earning a high rank and proving her leadership to her clan. Phoenixbreeze is not self-centered, though she may seem so at times, she is just very confident, sometimes maybe even overly-confident. She has complete faith in herself, when others do not.
Birth Day:09/23
Birth Clan:-----
Family:---unknown---
History:
Phoenixbreeze's past is very shadowy to her. Memories are faded, voices fuzzy. She remembers the warmth and protective aura of her mother, the rough, but gentle voice of what she believes to be her father, and the sleepy whispers of her siblings. Then she remembers the scent of fear. It surrounded her. Her mother's warm bodice was no longer, instead a shaking, tensed frame replaced it. She remembered her parents pleading to some higher power.
"Please, Tealpaw, reconsider––"
"Enough, we know about the third kit, we have come to collect what you owe us."
She remembers being taken, the sadness that radiated off her mother's frame as she wept, trying to comfort what remained of her kits. She remembers her last words whispered into her ears. We will find you.
This memory is somewhat of a dream to her, it haunts her when she sleeps and threatens her while she is awake. At night she finds herself searching the night sky, waiting for answers, or maybe even looking for some hint of direction, but she has a family now, she has a clan, a mother and a father, but she can't help but feel she belongs somewhere else. Will she ever find out the truth of her past?
