Post by pru on Jun 22, 2009 18:51:34 GMT -5
Name| Roughface
Gender| She-cat
Physical Description| She was blessed by natural selection, as her pelt became an adaptation of generations of fast breeding and no sunlight. Her thin fur clumps together, and is a light grey color, slightly translucent. Her tail is long and sharp, her legs graceful and slender, and she has dull brown eyes. Her face is riddled with large, permanent scars.
Views| Roughface believes that they should become a clan. However corrupted she is, she isn’t stupid. Staying together is the only way to survive, and she tells all who believe otherwise. She has no ambition at all to become of an rank, and would much rather work the minimum as some kind of hunter or something. She does know this: This year, When dark season comes, if they aren’t banded together soon, there will be trouble.
But, Roughface also has other ideas. Ones that her brother tries to silence. She spends most of her free time gazing out of holes, and looking, perhaps, for a way out. Is this enclosure really the only thing left of the magnificent world that elders chat idly about?
Kin| Mother-Grayface-Deceased Father-Shadowslice-Deceased Brother-Mottledmouth
History| Roughface was still unnamed when her father died of rat infection. She and her brother remained unnamed for a little while after that. Her mother, Grayface, wasn’t right in the head, and started to call her brother Mottledmouth, and that stuck. She was not named until a young rat attacked her, when she was Apprentice age, and scratched her small face beyond recognition. This earned her an angry attitude and a new name: Roughface.
Fortunately, she healed fast, and did not die from infectious diseases. It became clear that Grayface had lost her mind. She would shove fresh prey out of the holes in the enclosure, muttering about sacrifices for the sky. Finally, she tripped, and split her head on the rocks. Mottledmouth decided that he would take care of Roughface, even though she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.
Gender| She-cat
Physical Description| She was blessed by natural selection, as her pelt became an adaptation of generations of fast breeding and no sunlight. Her thin fur clumps together, and is a light grey color, slightly translucent. Her tail is long and sharp, her legs graceful and slender, and she has dull brown eyes. Her face is riddled with large, permanent scars.
Views| Roughface believes that they should become a clan. However corrupted she is, she isn’t stupid. Staying together is the only way to survive, and she tells all who believe otherwise. She has no ambition at all to become of an rank, and would much rather work the minimum as some kind of hunter or something. She does know this: This year, When dark season comes, if they aren’t banded together soon, there will be trouble.
But, Roughface also has other ideas. Ones that her brother tries to silence. She spends most of her free time gazing out of holes, and looking, perhaps, for a way out. Is this enclosure really the only thing left of the magnificent world that elders chat idly about?
Kin| Mother-Grayface-Deceased Father-Shadowslice-Deceased Brother-Mottledmouth
History| Roughface was still unnamed when her father died of rat infection. She and her brother remained unnamed for a little while after that. Her mother, Grayface, wasn’t right in the head, and started to call her brother Mottledmouth, and that stuck. She was not named until a young rat attacked her, when she was Apprentice age, and scratched her small face beyond recognition. This earned her an angry attitude and a new name: Roughface.
Fortunately, she healed fast, and did not die from infectious diseases. It became clear that Grayface had lost her mind. She would shove fresh prey out of the holes in the enclosure, muttering about sacrifices for the sky. Finally, she tripped, and split her head on the rocks. Mottledmouth decided that he would take care of Roughface, even though she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.
