Finchwing:DarkClan:She-cat

[♫Snowie♫]

[bg=Gray] Name:: Finchkit Finchpaw Finchwing Gender:: She-cat Age:: 30 moons Clan/ Group:: DarkClan Postion:: Warrior Description:: Tabby fur decorates this pretty she-cat. From the left, she looks very normal, an average Clan cat with a pretty green eye. But she isn't average, and she only has one eye. The other she lost in a ferocious battle with a loner when she was a apprentice. When she lost her eye, she was devastated by the look her face would forever have. However, the fur around her eye has grown back, giving her some of her origional beauty back. Her fur is flecked with smaller stripes about her body, but the familiar tabby 'M' is still on her forehead. Though her fur is a slightly pale shade, she still takes pride in it. Her paws are of moderate size, and her tail is long and seems to forever move. Her ears have pale-sandy colored tufts of thick fur that spread from her tapering ears, the lightly colored backs of which giving a nice touch to her look. When most kits see her missing eye, they shrink back in fright. But, having dealt with it for some time, she's very used to it. Though her eye is missing and has some disadvantages, it`s a good thing to look the way she does when she`s in battle. It sometimes makes her opponents think twice before going after her. Personality:: A very active cat, Finchwing never seems to stop moving unless she's asleep. However, even then she seems to be flopping about. Her attitude towards most is pleasant, except when they treat her like an incompetent kit. Then she's liable to bite your head off. Her voice is almost always soft, and she tolerates well with those who shrink back at her face. She often wonders what it would be like to see out of that eye again, but she ignores that feeling more often than not. She enjoys being out in the sun, stalking through the pines, and finding her own prey. She loves getting out of camp when she can, but will stay if she is needed. She hates it when the other warriors try to help her in a battle, even if she`s not as gracefull as a typical warrior. She likes to be near the apprentices and kits a lot, to try and get them used to her face. Family:: Dead History:: Born into the Clan, as a kit Finchwing was just as hyper, but had both eyes. At the age of 5 moons, she lost her father to a rouge who attacked him on the border. After a few more moons, the rouge returned and found her and her mother playing by a small pool of water. He attacked her mother and killed her, and tore out Fichwing's eye as a "reminder of him." And she never forgot the look in his eyes as he left her by the water, her once-pretty face bleeding into the water, tainting it red. After she was nursed back to health, she was told she could never become a warrior because of the damage done to her sight. She was heart-broken, but she never gave up her dream of fighting for her Clan. She trained even harder, wether it was by herself or with a Clanmate. She worked out her own fighting style, and proved them wrong when she became a warrior. RolePlay Sample:: Springing up to her mother, the small she-cat bats the older cat`s tail. Pouncing on it, she purrs with joy. Rubbing her face against her mother`s, hearing a louder purr that her own. Suddenly, another sound reaches her ears, and the smaller cat straightens her ears and angles them to the side. Lifting her head, she tries to see what it is that made the sound. Her mother stands up, and the small she-cat notices her mouth agape. After several minutes, a tom emerges from a small bush. Without a word, he launches himself at the two she-cats. Shoving the smaller one out of the way, the larger one locks in battle with the tom. Slashing as hard as she can, forcing the tom back into the bush. Darting to the side, the tom ducks away from a hefty swipe, and knocks the she-cat off balance. Pinning her down by the chest with his forepaws, he leans his head down toward her throat. "Finchpaw, run!" the she-cat wails, just as her assailant bites down on her neck. Blood soaks her fur, and the tom removes himself from her dying body. Finchpaw, frozen with horror, cowers near the base of a pine, eyes so wide a ring of white can be seen around the green coloring. Stalking toward the scared apprentice, the loner raises a paw and bats her to the edge of a small pool. Pinning her down with one paw, he puts his muzzle to her ear. Fear pulses through her as strng as ever, and only hightens when his speaks. "Here`s something for you to remember me by." With that, he brings down his paw, claws claking over her eye.

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[sandriel]

Oh, so you're one of the few who use the nice border-layout things in your posts ^^ Pretty.

Accepted. Go play