Post by Blue on Jun 2, 2008 17:26:11 GMT -5
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Name; Bandit
Gender;She-cat
Age; 28 Moons
Clan; Rockclan
Rank;Warrior
Description; Vaguely vain about her own appearance, the long-haired Bandit focuses her attention mainly upon her white belly and paws. The rest of her coat, which is black, receives vastly less grooming though it is never fully neglected. Her eyes are a mossy green in color; unlike moss, when confronted with someone she doesn’t care for, they are far from soft. She has no noticeable scarring, except for one long scar on her right shoulder. This was given to her when she was still a kit, but unlike most scars this one was an accident. When play fighting her brother, he got a little carried away resulting in her injury. Though Bandit tried never to let it bother her, or affect her life in any way, her hearing is not as keen as other cats. She has no injury to explain away this defect and, therefore, hides it as best she can. Bandit, as her name suggests, is stealthy and can be extremely quite when she wants to be.
Personality; Though a little conceited about her appearance, her main vanity being her pure white belly, she isn’t a mean cat. Generally. Sometimes she can seem a little standoffish, but she rarely forms an opinion about anyone right from the start. She waits until she has gotten to know the cat before she forms any type of attitude towards them. Once her opinions are formed it’s hard to get her to change them. This policy of tolerance does not extend to the clans. Unlike most of her fellows, Bandit doesn’t really understand the clans or their ways. She had met another group of cats that called themselves Iceclan. They had explained Fallenclan to her (That was their version of Starclan) and she just didn’t buy it. They had told her how all things good came from Fallenclan and how all evil was the fault of the individual. They had told her when she came to them it was because Fallenclan had guided her there. Ridiculous. If anyone had guided her anywhere, it was her; that was all there was to it. Given her nature she is untrustworthy of the clan as a whole, not of the individual cats. She is very social once she gets to know someone, but it’s not unusual for her to wonder off alone. She understands the necessity for rules and regulations and obeys them at all cost, even if it means letting a particularly juicy looking piece of prey get away. On this point, and probably only this point, she agrees perfectly with the clans.
Kin;Open
Mate;Open
Kits; Open
Name; Bandit
Gender;She-cat
Age; 28 Moons
Clan; Rockclan
Rank;Warrior
Description; Vaguely vain about her own appearance, the long-haired Bandit focuses her attention mainly upon her white belly and paws. The rest of her coat, which is black, receives vastly less grooming though it is never fully neglected. Her eyes are a mossy green in color; unlike moss, when confronted with someone she doesn’t care for, they are far from soft. She has no noticeable scarring, except for one long scar on her right shoulder. This was given to her when she was still a kit, but unlike most scars this one was an accident. When play fighting her brother, he got a little carried away resulting in her injury. Though Bandit tried never to let it bother her, or affect her life in any way, her hearing is not as keen as other cats. She has no injury to explain away this defect and, therefore, hides it as best she can. Bandit, as her name suggests, is stealthy and can be extremely quite when she wants to be.
Personality; Though a little conceited about her appearance, her main vanity being her pure white belly, she isn’t a mean cat. Generally. Sometimes she can seem a little standoffish, but she rarely forms an opinion about anyone right from the start. She waits until she has gotten to know the cat before she forms any type of attitude towards them. Once her opinions are formed it’s hard to get her to change them. This policy of tolerance does not extend to the clans. Unlike most of her fellows, Bandit doesn’t really understand the clans or their ways. She had met another group of cats that called themselves Iceclan. They had explained Fallenclan to her (That was their version of Starclan) and she just didn’t buy it. They had told her how all things good came from Fallenclan and how all evil was the fault of the individual. They had told her when she came to them it was because Fallenclan had guided her there. Ridiculous. If anyone had guided her anywhere, it was her; that was all there was to it. Given her nature she is untrustworthy of the clan as a whole, not of the individual cats. She is very social once she gets to know someone, but it’s not unusual for her to wonder off alone. She understands the necessity for rules and regulations and obeys them at all cost, even if it means letting a particularly juicy looking piece of prey get away. On this point, and probably only this point, she agrees perfectly with the clans.
Kin;Open
Mate;Open
Kits; Open