-- Cobrastrike

[Doujka]

Name;
Cobrastike

Gender;
She-cat

Age;
45 moons

Clan;
SnowClan

Rank;
Warrior

Description;
Cobrastrike doesn't look like normal cats. Her eyes are a soft gold, giving her a royal look. Cobrastrike's eyes are large, making it easy to hunt and train. Her build is small, though the leader makes it up with strength. Paws are small, making her hunting and training easier. They are perfect for not making alot of sound. Ears are large, also perfect for her trainings. This she-cat has a long tail, making it better to balance on branches and what not. Large scars are on her stomach, present from the many battles that she had fought in. Her front left leg was wounded in a battle, causing permenant damage. That is her weakness, but she doesn't want the other cats to know. From time to time, her stomach has a dark gray colour to it, though most cats think that it's a trick of light. Her main coat color is a white, with black, brown, tan, gray, and a goldish color.

Personality;
Cobrastrike is kind and loyal. That is what most others who meet her once would say, those that know her better would say that she is quiet, but kind. She does not show her true feelings to anyone she just met; she just puts on a mask till she warms up to that cat. She doesn't like to see others upset, so she will often try funny and stupid things to make then feel better. She would do anything to protect her friends and her Clan; even if she had to die. One thing that is annoying about her is her stubbornness and the fact that she has a hard head; literally. Cobrastrike is a little sensitive about her leg, and often doesn't want people thinking she is weak. She spends time during the day doing leg exercises so it won't stiffen up and become useless though it already is a bit useless. Cobrastrike seems to take good care of herself, since she spends half of her time training, and making sure she is healthy. At times Cobrastrike doesn't know when to quit and often sleeps were she is training since of exhaustion.

History;
Born to a weak mother she had only one sibling, a brother. His name is forgotten with the wind, since he died days after his birth. The unnamed she-cat whelp was finally dubbed a name, 'Cobrakit'. Her mother, being weak, knew she had little time left in the world. The birth of the whelps had caused her much damage. Her father knew this, he had arranged to take Cobrastrike somewhere safe and find a way to care for his daughter. The death of her mother came and went, Cobrastrike was taken away. Being carried most of the time she had little to eat. Once she was old enough her father started feeding her rabbit meat. They didn't know it, but they were near a hostile Clan territory. A patrol had spotted them, and immediately attacked without question.

Cobrastrike knew little of fighting, her father thought she was to young to learn any survival training yet. The cats attacked, throwing down her father and tearing away at him. Cobrastrike was backed into a tree, watching her father's death. The murderers then turned on her. She took control of the only instinct she had at that moment, to survive. Turning tail she darted off into the forest, the cats at her heels. She had to get away, get away and save herself from certain death. A cat had caught up to her, grabbing her by the back and throwing her aside. This is where some of her scars have come from. Cobrastrike was tangled in a thorny bush, many of the sharp pointy plants were digging into her skin.

The cat that attacked her was dumb enough to go after her. While he was busy with the thorns she was able to struggle her way out of the bush. As she got out the tom grabbed her leg with his jaws and tried pulling her back. He dislocated her leg and finally let go as some thorns dug into his throat. Cobrastrike limped off, away from any hostile territory. Her leg never healed right, though it had popped back into place, but the bone had popped back in twisted. With no father or mother, nor any other kind of caretaker she was on her own. Instincts of survival mainly guided her through life. She learned to hunt with a lame leg, and fight with quick movements and using her teeth mostly.

Summers came and went and she was older, the instinct to join a Clan overcame her. She knew there would be rules to follow, and ranks that were higher than her. Cobrastrike decided to travel, knowing that Clans aren't all the same. There were ones like the one that killed her father, and ones that had a kinder way of living, less hostile. She was going to find a Clan, and possibly join it if she was accepted.

Coming upon PalmClan she saw it was in need of a leader. Seeing herself the only one capable she named herself leader, and told the heavens she would be kind and rule as a good leader not one of corruption.

Kin;
Unknown

Mate;
None

Crush;
None

Kits;
None

Role Play Example;
Ears flicked back, then forth, listening to the swirling wind that blew overhead. A small sigh escaped from between the lips of a small she-cat, but it wavered, then dispersed. Not much sound was heard in these lands, due to the rapid decrease in prey. Cobrastrike enjoyed this place, being able to think to herself without being interrupted.

Amber eyes flicked towards the sky, watching the grey skies rumble through. It was going to storm, and this particular she-cat just happened to have a disliking of the loud crashing of thunder, and the bright lightining of the lightning. One could say she was a kitty-pet, but she was just a typical cat that didn't like to get their pelt wet.

Putting one paw infront of the other, she walked her way towards her den, making sure that not a single drop fell from the sky onto her now clean shoulders. Mews were heard from inside the den, and the Warrior shook her head. It wasn't time for the kits to be up at this time of day, but it wasn't like they knew any better. With a sigh, Cobrastrike entered the large rocky cave, reclining onto her hind haunches.

[Maeghan]

Accepted. ♥
And the colors in the picture match the skin. xD