Post by Cindy// l u n a on Nov 18, 2007 20:57:02 GMT -5
Name:
Shimmer
Age:
Twenty five moons
Gender:
Female
Rank And Clan:
Rogue
Appearance:
Shimmer's fur is a light calico mix of hues, and always perfectly clean. She washed every hair meticulously, never looking like anything but a well-bathed housecat. Her head, legs, and tail all share slightly darker hues that reflects sunlight quite beautifully. She is slender, with long legs and a narrow face. She has Siamese in her background. The most interesting of her features are her eyes. This is not a result of their color, which is an average smoky blue that suits her coat, but because of all the information that they are able to hide. She is beautiful, and attracts toms quite often.
Personality:
Shimmer is an amazing, self-taught, actress. She can fool almost any cat into trusting her with a mix of innocent looks and kind words. If only they were able to see into her mind. Inside her pretty head is a cruel mind, and within the spotless fur on her chest is heart cold as ice. She enjoys killing so much it might even classify as an addiction, and likes to fight almost the same amount. Beware - if you meet Shimmer, you're dealing was a purely evil cat.
History:
Shimmer was born into a happy group of cats, a Clan of sorts, far from ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan, and ShadowClan. She never knew of them; her ancestors were kittypets. In fact, her mother and father were two strays, kittens of well-bred litters. Her mother was a Siamese, her father a Balinese. Shimmer picked up on her father's coat, long and silky. She lived quite happily, dreaming of the day that she would have a mate and kits. She found a way to make that dream true when a charming rogue ran into her while she hunted. Her Clan had no notion of territory, and therefor did not drive out others. Shimmer fell in love as soon as she set her sapphire eyes on him. His name was frightening, Fang, but he explained that his parents had been cold and cruel,and that he would prefer a nicer name. Within a moon, Shimmer found out that she was pregnant. She was overjoyed. She gave birth to only one kit, a little tom that looked just like her mate. *See Sample RPs for more*
Sample RP:
Shimmer lay in the nursery of her Clan. She was the only mother at the moment, all the other she-cats were working warrior duties. She was alone with Silver, her only son. He rolled on his back, batting playfully at her tail. Shimmer's eyes were round and soft, loving. Her warm heart made her help everyone in the Clan, but right now it was focused almost entirely on Silver. The rest of her love was searching the forest, wishing for Fang to come. She had last seen him when she had told him that she was pregnant with his kit; he had welcomed the news. The sun streamed from the sky, lighting up her white pelt. Suddenly, however, a shadow fell across her and blocked out the sun. She looked up into the bright green eyes of her beloved mate. "Fang, you're here! I'm so glad you came! But what if they find you?" Strangely, instead of responding, he smiled. But it wasn't an I-love-you smile, and Shimmer's chest clenched with confusion and fear as she recognized the grin as one that a rogue would give when they're telling you that they're about to try to kill you. Shimmer stood as Fang stepped forward, and suddenly flinched as his paw struck out. To her surprise, it didn't even come close to hitting her. Then, she looked down and saw Silver, limp and bloody, on the ground. "No, no... Why? I.." she trailed off as he began to advance toward her. She wanted to fight back, but she couldn't. Suddenly, she bolted away, running, running, until the thudding pawsteps behind her slowed and faded into the distance.
::~~SEVERAL MOONS LATER~~::
Frigid air whipped past, reaching Shimmer's skin as if her fur wasn't even there. Rain pelted from the darkened sky, soaking the light-hued feline through and through. Shimmer's eyes were half closed to block out the wet, but she could still see. Some of the lost daylight filtered through layers of thick black cloud, giving everything an erie look. Shimmer opened her jaws and breathed in, capturing millions of musty scents. She could feel the ease of movement, the grace and strength behind every step she took. It had taken her moons and moons to train her muscles and mind, but it was worth it. The coordination with which she moved, the flawless gait, everything was perfect. Just as she had dreamed it would be. Her heart thudded in her chest, so painful with every beat. Fury washed over her anew, and she had to control herself, forcing her claws back into their sheaths. And then the smell hit her, causing anger and remembrance to combine into one overwhelming emotion. Shimmer mastered herself, overcame the urge to flee, the urge to go back to her lonely den and hide. She instead followed her nose, bracing herself to walk against the wind – and walk into the storm. She caught a glimpse of something dark brown moving with a way only a cat could. Her orbs focused in, and she knew at once it was him. Fang. Her beloved, her hated. She stalked closer on soundless paws, until he was only a foxlength away, half hidden in leafy underbrush. His coat camouflaged so well that it was almost hard to see him. "Love, I'm here," she called, her tone biting, sarcastic, cruel. He turned to face her, and, in that moment, everything seemed to stop: Her cold heart stopped thudding, the wind and rain stopped biting into her flesh, and all movement ended. It was a moment to cherish. But it was only a moment. Before he could even respond with anything other then surprise, Shimmer had leapt. She wasn't in the mood for the harsh, long kills that she had done so many times in training on poor, innocent cats who happened to stray from their Clans. No, she wanted this to be over fast, she wanted the weight on her sagging shoulders to be lifted and taken away. He didn't even have time to fight back: He was dead before he realized what had happened. The snowy she-cat raised her head in triumph and yowled, letting it all out. And then it was gone.
Shimmer
Age:
Twenty five moons
Gender:
Female
Rank And Clan:
Rogue
Appearance:
Shimmer's fur is a light calico mix of hues, and always perfectly clean. She washed every hair meticulously, never looking like anything but a well-bathed housecat. Her head, legs, and tail all share slightly darker hues that reflects sunlight quite beautifully. She is slender, with long legs and a narrow face. She has Siamese in her background. The most interesting of her features are her eyes. This is not a result of their color, which is an average smoky blue that suits her coat, but because of all the information that they are able to hide. She is beautiful, and attracts toms quite often.
Personality:
Shimmer is an amazing, self-taught, actress. She can fool almost any cat into trusting her with a mix of innocent looks and kind words. If only they were able to see into her mind. Inside her pretty head is a cruel mind, and within the spotless fur on her chest is heart cold as ice. She enjoys killing so much it might even classify as an addiction, and likes to fight almost the same amount. Beware - if you meet Shimmer, you're dealing was a purely evil cat.
History:
Shimmer was born into a happy group of cats, a Clan of sorts, far from ThunderClan, RiverClan, WindClan, and ShadowClan. She never knew of them; her ancestors were kittypets. In fact, her mother and father were two strays, kittens of well-bred litters. Her mother was a Siamese, her father a Balinese. Shimmer picked up on her father's coat, long and silky. She lived quite happily, dreaming of the day that she would have a mate and kits. She found a way to make that dream true when a charming rogue ran into her while she hunted. Her Clan had no notion of territory, and therefor did not drive out others. Shimmer fell in love as soon as she set her sapphire eyes on him. His name was frightening, Fang, but he explained that his parents had been cold and cruel,and that he would prefer a nicer name. Within a moon, Shimmer found out that she was pregnant. She was overjoyed. She gave birth to only one kit, a little tom that looked just like her mate. *See Sample RPs for more*
Sample RP:
Shimmer lay in the nursery of her Clan. She was the only mother at the moment, all the other she-cats were working warrior duties. She was alone with Silver, her only son. He rolled on his back, batting playfully at her tail. Shimmer's eyes were round and soft, loving. Her warm heart made her help everyone in the Clan, but right now it was focused almost entirely on Silver. The rest of her love was searching the forest, wishing for Fang to come. She had last seen him when she had told him that she was pregnant with his kit; he had welcomed the news. The sun streamed from the sky, lighting up her white pelt. Suddenly, however, a shadow fell across her and blocked out the sun. She looked up into the bright green eyes of her beloved mate. "Fang, you're here! I'm so glad you came! But what if they find you?" Strangely, instead of responding, he smiled. But it wasn't an I-love-you smile, and Shimmer's chest clenched with confusion and fear as she recognized the grin as one that a rogue would give when they're telling you that they're about to try to kill you. Shimmer stood as Fang stepped forward, and suddenly flinched as his paw struck out. To her surprise, it didn't even come close to hitting her. Then, she looked down and saw Silver, limp and bloody, on the ground. "No, no... Why? I.." she trailed off as he began to advance toward her. She wanted to fight back, but she couldn't. Suddenly, she bolted away, running, running, until the thudding pawsteps behind her slowed and faded into the distance.
::~~SEVERAL MOONS LATER~~::
Frigid air whipped past, reaching Shimmer's skin as if her fur wasn't even there. Rain pelted from the darkened sky, soaking the light-hued feline through and through. Shimmer's eyes were half closed to block out the wet, but she could still see. Some of the lost daylight filtered through layers of thick black cloud, giving everything an erie look. Shimmer opened her jaws and breathed in, capturing millions of musty scents. She could feel the ease of movement, the grace and strength behind every step she took. It had taken her moons and moons to train her muscles and mind, but it was worth it. The coordination with which she moved, the flawless gait, everything was perfect. Just as she had dreamed it would be. Her heart thudded in her chest, so painful with every beat. Fury washed over her anew, and she had to control herself, forcing her claws back into their sheaths. And then the smell hit her, causing anger and remembrance to combine into one overwhelming emotion. Shimmer mastered herself, overcame the urge to flee, the urge to go back to her lonely den and hide. She instead followed her nose, bracing herself to walk against the wind – and walk into the storm. She caught a glimpse of something dark brown moving with a way only a cat could. Her orbs focused in, and she knew at once it was him. Fang. Her beloved, her hated. She stalked closer on soundless paws, until he was only a foxlength away, half hidden in leafy underbrush. His coat camouflaged so well that it was almost hard to see him. "Love, I'm here," she called, her tone biting, sarcastic, cruel. He turned to face her, and, in that moment, everything seemed to stop: Her cold heart stopped thudding, the wind and rain stopped biting into her flesh, and all movement ended. It was a moment to cherish. But it was only a moment. Before he could even respond with anything other then surprise, Shimmer had leapt. She wasn't in the mood for the harsh, long kills that she had done so many times in training on poor, innocent cats who happened to stray from their Clans. No, she wanted this to be over fast, she wanted the weight on her sagging shoulders to be lifted and taken away. He didn't even have time to fight back: He was dead before he realized what had happened. The snowy she-cat raised her head in triumph and yowled, letting it all out. And then it was gone.
